Filthy Dirty Brother: A Forbidden Cousins Romance

  Filthy Dirty Brother

  A Forbidden Cousins Romance

  Mia Ford

  Copyright © 2019 by Mia Ford

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

  37. Sneak Peak: The Perfect Holiday

  About the Author

  Also by Mia Ford

  Blurb

  I’m so totally screwed. The hottest man I’ve ever seen just came onto me.

  And he’s my cousin.

  I never meant to be so naughty.

  It started as a game.

  My cousin tried to get me into bed, and I put him in his place.

  Turns out his place is with me.

  I couldn’t say no to that jazzy voice and sculpted body. His abs are hotter than California asphalt, and the second he touched me I turned to goo.

  But our parents are gonna murder us. Especially when they find out I’m pregnant.

  Sam’s music won’t pay our rent, and his family’s billions won’t help if his accounts are frozen.

  There’s no way out of this, so we’ll just have to keep our secret.

  But Sam’s done with secrets. He’s ready to tell, even if the crud hits the fan.

  I just wish I knew where it would fall.

  Chapter One

  Kay

  “I’m so excited for you!”

  My mother squealed with glee as she grabbed me and pulled me tightly to her chest where she then applied a giant squeeze. I outweighed my mother by twenty pounds and I had to admit that breathing was becoming a bit of a problem at that point. How is it that no matter how grown up you are your mother is so freakishly strong that she scares the hell out of you?

  “Thanks, mom,” I grunted as she finally released me.

  It was great seeing the joy on her face. And my father’s too. I had just graduated from Nebraska University. I couldn’t believe it either. All of my hard work and planning all of these years—practically since middle school—had paid off. I’d really done it.

  “Congratulations, sweetie,” My dad said putting his husky arm around me. People often said that if you put a long, blonde wig on my dad and rewound the clock thirty years we could have been twins. I had to agree with that on some level. My father was a big teddy bear type of guy. He was burly and husky with a wide, sweet smile. You’d never in a million years find a guy with a bigger heart. I was glad to know that I took after him.

  “Did you ever doubt me?” I joked with my dad. I laid my head on his shoulder and for a moment I was transported back to being that chubby little six-year-old who waited anxiously each night at bed time for my dad to read me a story. Those were the type of fond memories you never forgot.

  “What am I going to do without my baby girl around?” My dad said. “I’m going to miss you like crazy when you go away next week, but I am so proud of you.”

  My father kissed me on the forehead then. It was sweet and loving, but I was starting to feel a bit embarrassed. I looked over at my best friend Callie Mills, who had also graduated. Beside her was our other great friend April Shear. God, I was going to miss the two of them. We’d been inseparable since meeting during the freshman year in English Composition 101, a basic General Education requirement for all freshmen.

  Both of them were laughing and pointing at me just to make me feel even more uncomfortable. I smiled back at them and relished the embarrassment. I realized then that my life was changing and something as simple as my dad’s display of affection for me which was sure to embarrass me in public was not going to happen much anymore, if it ever did again. It was truly the end of an era and now things were going to be different.

  “Thanks dad,” I said.

  “So, are you excited?” My mom asked.

  “To be graduating? Yeah, but I’m also a bit nervous. I mean, I’ve spent my whole life saying ‘I’ll do this when I’m grown up, or I’ll be this when I grow up’. Well, I’m grown up now, right?”

  “I think you’ll find when you enter that big, bad world that you never really feel grown up, sweetie,” my dad said.

  “Oh, geez. Thanks, dad. That’s very supportive. As if I’m not already terrified,” I said with a laugh.

  “Just trying to keep you on your toes,” Dad replied.

  “We did it!”

  Callie said as she and April finally made their way through the crowd to where I was standing with my family. She quickly threw her arms around my neck and squeezed. What was it with everyone trying to strangle me today?

  “I am so stoked!” April giggled.

  “Of course you’re stoked,” I said. “You are going to still be in school next year.”

  April had graduated with her bachelor’s but was now going to be going for her master’s degree in English.

  “Well, that’s even worse,” April said. “You guys are going to be gone and making crazy amounts of dough. I’ll probably end up hanging out with freshman again.”

  “Well, you should have done grad school part-time and joined the real world with the rest of us,” Callie said.

  April shook her head. “No way. That was going to take almost five years to get a two-year degree. Sorry, this way I’ll have my degree in the can. Plus, I can delay paying student loans for a few more years and still act like an idiot on occasion.”

  “Glad to see you have your priorities straight,” I said.

  “Congratulations to the both of you,” my dad said. He and my mother had gotten to know my best friends quite well over the past few years. Luckily, the University of Nebraska at Lincoln was only about an hour’s drive away from my parents’ home where I grew up in Martell, Nebraska, so my friends often came to hang out with me on weekends when I went home to visit my family. Both Callie and April were from out of state.

  “Thanks, Mr. Allan,” Callie said.

  “So, what are you girls up to tonight? I take it you don’t want to hang out with the old folks? Maybe get a bite to eat at the Olive Garden?” Dad suggested in that teasing way of his.

  We all laughed. My dad was the jokester of the family and he loved to tease anyone and everyone. It was just his way. I don’t think I ever saw him get really upset or angry about anything. Life had always just rolled off his shoulders. No matter what it was, he knew that he could deal with it. I liked to think I’d inherited a lot of that from him, but I didn’t think I was quite as bullet proof.

  “W
ell, we have a party to go to, actually,” Callie said. “It’s at one of the frat houses. It’s really an end of school party, but several of their highest members are graduating with us this year, so they decided to combine the two into a graduation/end of year party.”

  “That sounds like a good time.” my mother said.

  I wasn’t sure how much she meant it though. I knew that both of my parents would have loved it if I’d spent the evening with them. I was leaving next week, but I still had the entire week I’d dedicated to spending as much time with my family as possible and to getting things ready for leaving. Tonight was the one night I wanted to hang with my friends and go a bit crazy. I deserved it. I’d studied like hell for four straight years, including this last year when even the most dedicated students often slacked off because they were just so burnt out and so close to the end of things. I was proud of myself. I’d graduated Summa Cum Laude from a great architecture program and I’d been offered a fantastic job as a brand new associate in one of the biggest architecture firms in the country.

  I was ready to move on to the next step of my life. It was time.

  * * *

  “Keg stand!”

  The roar from the back area where a few freshmen were doing keg stands was deafening, but somehow I didn’t mind as I sipped on my own beer. The party was fantastic. Everywhere I looked I saw kids acting like complete idiots and not giving a flip. It was an inspiring time, actually. I wished I could go back and do college the fun way without constantly pressuring myself to excel and to remain focused on my career goals. But I knew I’d have hated myself by the third week. It just wasn’t in me to be a total party animal and to ignore my duties and responsibilities. I’d always been just too goal oriented and driven.

  “So, I hope you enjoy yourself in Phoenix,” Callie said. “Are you sure you can stand the heat? I hear it’s like a hundred and ten degrees six months out of the year.”

  I laughed. “Of course I can handle it,” I said. Though truthfully I’d always loved winter. The cold air, the dark days, fresh white snow—it just reminded me of warm apple pie, Christmas fun, snowball fights, hot chocolate, and making smores by the fireplace. But I was sure I could get used to anything.

  “That sounds like paradise to me,” April said. “I’m tired of winter. I’d be in a bikini all the time.”

  “You do that now,” Callie reminded her.

  “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t bother putting the jacket over myself,” April teased back.

  “How is the romance situation treating you, Kay?” Callie asked.

  I shot her a dirty look. I’d been over this a zillion times with her.

  “Don’t go there,” I warned.

  “Come on,” Callie said. “It’s been six months. You need to move on already.”

  “Why? So, I can just say goodbye since I’m moving a thousand miles away next week?” I asked.

  “Well, it doesn’t hurt to have fun,” Callie said.

  “Did it ever occur to you that life is about a lot more than fun?”

  Callie thought for a moment. “I don’t understand the question.”

  She and April both giggled.

  I knew they meant well, but since my nasty breakup with Jamie, I just hadn’t been interested in dating anyone. I was on the final stretch of a stellar academic record, I was applying to every great architecture firm in the country, and I knew that some very important eyes were on me. There was nothing that was going to distract me from getting to where I needed to go. That was all there was to it.

  “Oh, my God! There is Lacy Thompson. You will never guess who she is making out with!” Callie said, suddenly distracted by something stupid. Still I couldn’t help looking across the room. I was intrigued. Lacy Thompson was one of the more popular girls in the school. She was head cheerleader and had dated the star quarterback a brief bit last year. And yes, now she was making out with Sal Hickman, one of the nerdiest guys that we knew. I felt instantly bad for watching this. Stacy and the rest of the jock crowd were filming this and probably going to upload it all over the internet as a joke.

  I didn’t know what was coming but, something really bad.

  “Why are they doing this?” April asked. “She doesn’t appear to be drunk.”

  “Just wait,” Callie said.

  That was when I saw one of the jocks coming up behind them with a cup of Kool-Aid ready to pour it over them. I started to shout to them to get out of the way, but I was drowned out by the music and it was too late anyway.

  At the last second Stacy pulled away and leapt off the couch leaving a confused Sal to be the innocent victim of a stupid prank. The jock standing behind him, whose name I could not recall but I’m pretty sure he was second string on the football team, suddenly poured the contents of the cup all over Sal covering him in red, sticky Kool-Aid.

  “Those bastards,” I said. “That is the type of crap I will not miss here. This is the sort of junk you’d expect to see in high school, but not adults who were about to enter the workplace where real world problems were going to be at stake.”

  “Kay, take it easy,” April said. “It’s messed up, but it’s still just a stupid joke.”

  “Tell that to Sal,” I said as Sal ran out of the house.

  I felt sorry for stuff like that. I’d always hated bullies and ever since I was a kid if I could stand up to a bully I did just that. And I wasn’t about to let this crap go this time. It wasn’t like I had to see any of these people ever again.

  Without a word I stormed over to Stacy and the rest of the jocks who were laughing their heads off.

  Callie and April tried to stop me but I was too mad and already gone.

  “What the hell is the matter with you?” I demanded.

  “What?” Stacy asked as if she were thoroughly confused by the question.

  “What the hell is the matter with all of you?” I repeated. “Do you think this is OK? Do you really? Well, I can’t wait to see you all in five years when people like Sal are your bosses and are showing you exactly why you shouldn’t have goofed off and cheated your way through four years of classes. It’s going to be hilarious watching you all scramble at the bottom and hope one day you might reach middle management. The real world doesn’t reward crap like this!”

  With that I walked back over to where my friends were sitting without giving the stupid jocks any room to retort. At first I thought they might come over to us and try to start something, but they knew better. I think they were really shunned that someone actually stood up to them.

  It was even better when half of the people around started clapping to support me. The look on Stacy’s face was priceless. She looked so ashamed. She and the other jocks walked back into the back room to get more drinks and to cool off. Good. Maybe some of my words had struck home. I just wished Sal had stayed long enough to see me standing up for him.

  “That was awesome!” Callie said.

  “Yeah, it was,” April replied.

  “And guess what?” Callie asked. “That really cute guy over there, is totally checking you out.”

  I wasn’t remotely interested, but somehow my curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over to where she was gesturing. Sure enough, standing on the far wall was a sexy, hunky looking guy holding a beer, with his eyes fixed right on me. I had to say that he was more than enough to do a double take with. If it had been a few years ago at this time then I might have said yes, but I really was not interested in starting anything with anybody. I was leaving in a week after all.

  He started to walk my way just then.

  But then again there was no harm in talking with someone, I thought.

  “Nice, he is coming this way,” Callie said. She sounded so excited I’d have thought she was about to get a proposal from the guy.

  “Hey, I’m Clint,” the guy said introducing himself. He spoke with a slow, southern drawl that I found very sexy.

  “Hey, Clint,” I said. “I’m Kay.”

  I was lying bac
k trying to be cool. I actually got hit on by guys a lot. The stigma that guys wanted a skinny girl who was built like Kate Moss was the stupidest thing in the world. In my experience, I’d always been more popular with guys then my thin friends were. I’ve always been a big, beautiful woman and I love it. I’ve always embraced it and men seem to agree with me. But I had to admit it was tiring constantly turning guys down left and right. It was a gift and a curse.

  Most guys, Clint included, had great difficulty not looking down at my massive chest when speaking with me. I used to take it as an insult when I was a teenager, but over the years I’d learned to embrace it. It was a biological urge most men couldn’t control. I’d been blessed with large, sexy breasts, wide shapely, curvy hips, and a sexy, big ass. I was a BBW and damned proud of it.

  “I just want you to know that I saw what you did and I admire that bravery,” Clint said.

  “Well, thanks Clint. I appreciate it,” I said.

  “Can I get you another drink, or are you good?” Clint asked.

  “I’m fine, actually. But I do appreciate the offer,” I replied. “These are my friends Callie and April, by the way.”

  They all said hi to each other. Callie and April kept giving each other giggly looks. They were so obvious, it was hilarious. But I stayed in character and continued to allow Clint to believe he was wooing me in any shape or form.

  “So, you are graduating, I presume?” Clint asked.