Stepbrother UnSEALed

by Nicole Snow

  “Drink up. Cool off.” Smiling, he shoves the punch into my hand, and gets himself a glass of beer from the huge keg next to the table. “I want you to loosen up. We're dancing when it kicks off later.”

  “No way!” I almost choke, coughing strong punch down the wrong tube. “Chris, I don't dance. Not when I'm wearing this!”

  I look down, and he laughs at me again. It's all the signal he needs to grab me by the waist and pull me into him. For just a second, I see that spark in his eyes.

  It's not just my imagination. It's different, but I'm not sure if it's because we know we're in love, or because everything we've built is about to come crashing down.

  “You danced with me our first night. Remember how good we felt together on the beach?”

  His hand slides down my hip, cups my ass through the waves of blue, and squeezes. Oh, shit.

  “That...wasn't exactly...dancing. It's going to be crazy tonight, Chris. All these drunken people spinning around, trying to dance to classical.”

  Well, at least for one song. Knowing Marnie, the waltz will be a short-lived prank, before she falls back on the usual hip-hop, dubstep, and rock.

  “Bullshit,” he growls into my ear, clenching my ass cheek harder. It makes me think about all the times he pulls me open, pushing his tongue into me from behind, and I shudder. “You dance just fine when you're skin to skin. I know you can do it dressed up with me too. Have a little confidence. It's like you really think all these skanks are prettier than you.”

  His free hand sweeps over my face, tucking a stray lock over my ear. “I'm not having it tonight, Delia. This is our big blowout. You're mine, and I don't give a shit if everybody knows it. I want every asshole jock here to eat his fucking heart out when he sees your lips on mine. I want 'em to shake their girls all night because they'll be jealous, thinking about us.”

  “Chris...” I'm speechless, and he pushes a finger over my lips, signaling he isn't done.

  “I want everyone to see how goddamned amazing you are, how lucky I am, how hard I'm gonna fight if anybody ever comes within sniffing distance of what's mine.” He pauses to kiss the nook between my shoulder and my ear, and my hips instinctively tilt into his. “That's you, babe. All mine. Forever. No going back.”

  Crap. How the heck are we supposed to dance when I'm already coming apart?

  “We'll figure out some way to tell your old man later on, when he comes home. For now, we're coming out as a couple. I'm claiming you for everybody to see, Delia, and I don't give a shit if they've heard me call you sis.”

  My heart sputters, tries to stop about ten times, before I can finally catch my breath. His iron grip releases me, and I stumble away, eyeing more punch. I need a break, a distraction, before I lose my mind.

  I never imagined half the things he's saying coming out of his arrogant mouth. But today he's so sweet, so humble. What's going on? Is this real life?

  “Why tonight, Chris? Why now?” I ask softly, letting him ladle more drink into my cup. “There's something up, isn't there?”

  “It's nothing you need to worry about. Unless you count all the ways you're gonna batten down the hatches before I fuck you through the floor tonight.” His smile sharpens, and that hunger in his green eyes I know all too well turns them into spotlights. “You think we light it up every night we're naked? Just wait 'til you see what feeling your curves against me for a few more hours does before I'm balls deep.”

  The thought makes me shudder. I can't resist as he moves in for another kiss. My panties are past uncomfortably soaked, and it's going to be a long haul to heading upstairs, or wherever the hell he plans to take me tonight for the grand finale.

  “There you are! My, is it just the uniform, or do you two always do this?” Marnie's voice sneaks up behind me, and I'm beet red by the time we break our kiss and turn around.

  Shit. She's in full gloat, staring at us like she just caught our hands in the cookie jar. Or just his rough hand on my ass like it belongs, his lips on mine, moving and drinking me in with the skill of a man who's tamed dozens of girls before me.

  “Good to see you too, Marnie,” Chris says. “We were gonna save it for the dance floor, but I guess you've got yourself an early preview. Here's one more.”

  My limbs freeze up as he pulls me in for another kiss. My palms slap his chest, wondering if he's lost his mind. Something about having my snooty best friend watching us lock lips makes the heat greater, intense, moving through my body like lightning.

  When he finally breaks away and I look up, her nasty smile is gone. She's looking at us both like she wants to sink into the ground and die of shock – something I've never seen before. Marnie doesn't do speechless – until now.

  “Well? Any questions?” Chris beams at her. He won't let up.

  She shakes her head, still totally lost for words. I want to laugh, but he does it for me, chuckling in his rich, sexy baritone.

  “Good, good. Now show us what's happening out by the pool so we can get this party going.”

  Hours blur by, and we're still dancing. I've never needed him this badly, never been this turned on, never felt every inch of my body pleading to stay pressed so tight to his.

  Heavy bass throbs in my ears each time I lift my head off his chest. Chris just presses it back down with a possessive growl, running his hands all over me, swinging me with grace and power across the pool deck.

  When we first started, beneath the evening sun, all eyes were on us. I swore I saw a couple people turn away in disgust the first time he put his mouth on mine, knowing we're stepsiblings, but everybody else broke into applause – even Marnie.

  It's a strange, fantastic truth he's pulling me into. I don't want the fairy tale to end.

  “You think if I hike up that skirt and fuck you right here, anybody will notice?” he leans in and rumbles in my ear, clasping my ass as our bodies lurch together one more time.

  “I'm not an exhibitionist, Christopher,” I gasp back, hoping the long, formal version of his name might slow down the beast dragging his hands all over me, grinding my hips into his in a way that already resembles full on fucking.

  He's right about one thing – everybody else is too wasted to notice. We're one of the only couples left out here since nighttime came. Everybody else is off lounging by the pool, floating lazily with a drink in their hands, or finding some quiet corner to get hot and heavy.

  It's young lust and revelry at its finest. Sex is in the air, but it's really his scent that's completely intoxicating.

  “Fuck.” His hands pinch my ass tight, so hard I can't help but roll my pussy against the insane ridge in his trousers. “You call me Christopher again, and you're gonna get another spanking, girl. I won't even wait 'til we're out of sight neither.”

  “Yeah? How do you know Evie isn't watching us from some window, perched up there like a cat?”

  It's a legit worry. I haven't heard from the bitch all day, not since dad left. It's almost too quiet with this party going on, after the threats she made.

  Chris just snorts, and shuts me up with another kiss. “Forget about her. She's probably too whacked out on her sleeping pills to know what a fucking window is, much less find us. Your old man's really a goddamned angel for putting up with her as long as he has.”

  I can't deny that. It also freezes my blood, wondering how dad will react to Chris and I. It's all but inevitable now, especially since my friends have seen him putting his lips all over mine.

  Chris starts spinning me again, pulling me into him, turning me over and rocking his cock up and down the dress stretched tight over my ass. God, he feels good.

  So amazing he carries me away from all this, lifts me higher than the worries trying to bury me. There's nothing that can come between us. He's staked his claim, and I'm ready to catch hell to keep it, whatever it takes to keep me in his warrior embrace forever.

  There's no more time for heady thoughts when he makes me bend over and grabs his hips. I flush for a second, embarrassed b
ecause we're dressed way too nice to be dancing out here like we're doing it doggie style. But I feel his hand across my thigh, and his thrusts grind my clit through all the clothing, cranking the firestorm in my blood to ten thousand degrees.

  Damn! I need him to fuck me again, just as bad as I need a cool glass of water.

  My hips start rolling back against his. For at least a minute, I'm honest-to-God twerking, and I wonder what kind of big slut he's turned me into.

  My eyes don't want to focus through the sultry summer heat, the lust, the pleasure he's pushing through my system. I look up and see several drunken, grinning faces from the pool leering at us, frat boys and sorority girls alike.

  Crap. I tear myself up, but Chris catches me, takes my hands in his, and he won't let go. He turns me around so I'm facing away from the crowd before it's right back into the same position, bent over and dangerously positioned against his unstoppable cock.

  “We're not leaving this dance floor 'til you come for me, beautiful. I want you to lose it just like that first night.” He leans in, brushing his sandpaper stubble across my cheek, breathing into my ear so hot I think I'm going to combust.

  “Are you crazy?” I'm trying to be serious. Too bad crazy comes out as a moan when I feel his friction on my clit, pulling me deeper into this nasty, animal heat. “We can't do it out here! They're watching us.”

  “Let 'em.” He's dead serious, and that's when I know I'm in too deep with a man who's totally nuts beneath his handsome exterior. “I meant everything I said after I got here, Delia. Everybody's gonna see us dance, baby, and I don't give a single fuck.”

  He rips me up, spins me in his arms, and my whole world shatters. One hand grabs my ass, stiffens me against him, and the other somehow shoots all the way underneath my skirt, slowly making its way up, down beneath my panties.

  He shoves his fingers inside me, giving my clit a rough stroke with his thumb, before I can even protest.

  Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Oh, no!

  “Chris, it's too much. I can't come like this. I can't come standing up with everybody just staring at us...”

  “Nobody's seeing shit,” he growls. “You've got your back turned. Looks just like we're dancing. And we are, babe. Bring it home. Give me your finest moves now, and I'll give you mine all goddamned night. Deal?”

  I lick my lips. My throat feels like a desert. I'm probably dehydrated from the sopping wet mess I've made in my pants, and my pussy still won't stop creaming on his fingers.

  He's swaying me gently, moving his hand just perfectly. I still think the assholes behind us can see everything if they really look, but it probably looks like a gentle waltz, like two drunken, overdressed lovers at a wedding swaying to the rhythmic drumming pouring out the speakers.

  Deal. I can't say it, but it's all I can think as he strokes my clit harder.

  My knees buckle, ready to send me crashing to the ground, but the badass SEAL holds me up. Just when I think I can't do it, he proves me wrong.

  His lips come down on my mine. My body explodes. I come so hard I see stars, feeling my pussy clench around his fingers, fucking me with deep precision. My clit aches, burns, and pulses against his hand.

  I fight crying out, but I end up doing it in his mouth instead. He devours my pleasure, and keeps stroking my cunt, a prelude to all the ways I know he'll be taking me with his magnificent cock later tonight.

  I'm literally collapsing by the time the storm passes. I fall down against him and he holds me tight, wiping sweat off my brow, kissing me more gingerly.

  “J-Jesus Christ! I can't believe you made me do that,” I stammer. “We've got to set some boundaries, Mister.”

  He chuckles, low and masculine. Christ, even his laugh makes me burn for him, makes me want to drop to my knees and suck his cock right here in the open. I don't know what the hell I'm turning into.

  “You leave that to me, baby. I know where you've got your hard limits, and I'm gonna push them all.”

  “But why?” I bite my lip and look into his eyes.

  “Because you're mine, dammit. You were a fucking virgin just a few weeks ago, Delia. I'm the only man you've ever had, the only one you'll ever have. I'm going to burn these memories into you, leave you something to fuck yourself to every minute I'm overseas, taking care of business for Uncle Sam.”

  My heart drops. Is that what he's worried about? He thinks I'm going to run off with another man or lose interest when he isn't around on those long tours of duty?

  It should piss me off. I want to believe I've earned his trust, but something about this chink in his armor, disguised in all his usual dirty language, feels sweet.

  Regaining my strength post-climax, I stand up on my tip-toes and push my lips against his, kissing him with a whole new hunger. No, it's not just about his insecurities.

  He's opening up to me right now by telling me this, showing me a single glaring crack in the ruthless testosterone I'm used to. My hand comes up, and I run it across his face, admiring his powerful jaw.

  We kiss for several more minutes. My thighs shift together, desperate to lose these panties, hungry to feel him wedged between them.

  “You know there's nothing to worry about, right? I don't know how I'll be a military girl, but I'll learn. You're worth it.” Smiling, I tell him everything, hoping it's everything he wants to hear.

  “These missions don't always go smoothly, babe. Sometimes guys get killed. Or captured. They might not come back for years.” There's an edge in his voice like he's preparing me for something, like he knows we're about to run headfirst into the worst challenges a military love can face.

  “Come on. I've done my research for that stupid paper I need to have drafted in a couple weeks. I have some idea what it's like for those poor military wives...”

  He cocks his head, smug disbelief lining his lips. “You've got theory and no experience. Not yet. You really ready to put your life on hold for me? To accept there's a chance I might not come home at all?”

  He's giving me one more chance to back out. For a second, it all swirls around in my head, foggy and anxious. Then I shake my head furiously, brow furrowed. I want to slap him across the face and tell him to pull it all together – I've been able to handle everything before, right?

  Why the hell would I crack up now? I never, ever want to let go of this man, and I'm ready to face the threat that one day his job could make me.

  I lean in and whisper in his ear, doing my best imitation of something I know he'd say. “As long as you keep bringing me off like you do, I'm ready for anything. Are we going to stand around talking all night, Chris, or are you going to take me downstairs and fuck me?”

  His eyes light up and he laughs. “Good thinking, princess. Guess you've learned a thing or two about pleasing a military boy after all.”

  Five minutes later, my dress is falling off, and I'm pressed up against the wall. There's too many people lounging around the house or sleeping, so we sneak downstairs, into the basement.

  Dad's wine cellar is always locked. Thank god, or else we'd probably find a few partiers down here, drunk and passed out in a puddle of thousand dollar booze.

  We've got to be careful with all the bottles. There's a granite counter with a sink in the center, and that's where Chris makes me perch, tearing off my dress as he sucks at my neck.

  “Come on. You can go faster than that. Get me naked.” I rake my nails across his chest, so overwhelmed with need. “I have to feel you inside me.”

  Holy shit. It's like I'm in heat, and all I can think about is that dragon on his chest swaying while he fucks me, the trident moving across his muscular canvas like a lightning bolt.

  “Working on it. I'm doing you a courtesy, babe, trying not to shred this fancy dress that's had my cock throbbing all night. We're gonna be doing this again.”

  “Who cares?” I hook my legs around his hips and run them along his strong ass, begging to feel him. Right now, I wouldn't give a crap if he tore it off me. “I'm a trust fund gir
l, you know, and a really kickass bargain shopper.”

  He stops, looks at me, and grins. “Suit yourself.”

  His powerful hands reach behind me and my mouth falls open as I hear the shearing sound of fabric. He completely tears my dress off, and flings it on the floor, moving his hands to my bra and panties next.

  They're gone in a half a heartbeat. I'm trying to work on him too, but my fingers keep trembling like a prom girl's. I'm just too damned horny to get more than a few buttons off.

  He moves his hands over mine, helps me do it quicker. The princely military suit he's been wearing all evening opens up and reveals the bad boy underneath. His inks fill my eyes, stamped on every rock hard inch of him. The delicious contrast between gentleman and bastard in his body makes my pussy tingle, and I help shove his jacket completely off him.

  “All these wines,” he growls, taking a quick look around. “Shame all I wanna taste in this damned room's right in front of me.”

  Without another word, he drops down, grabs my ass, and pulls me to his mouth. I'm clenching at the non-existing sheets the instant his tongue slides up my folds, picking up where his fingers left off, before rising to my clit.

  “Chris!” I squeal, hoping the thick glass door sealing this room can contain us.

  I'm amazed once again how quickly he unravels me. My muscles limber up, then tighten as the pleasure mounts, bound by his tongue smacking my clit again and again and again.

  His green eyes are gazing up at me the entire time too. He pulls me tighter, halfway off the counter. Holding me up with his rough hands, he forces me to ride his face, introducing a whole new pleasure.

  I should've gotten used to his tongue working its magic in Vegas. Or if not, then certainly all the weeks we've been fucking, but it still feels brand new, something I'll never stop wanting like it's our very first time.

  He licks me deep, building to a crescendo, playing the tension in my body like a master conductor. My hips buck against his face as he growls and holds me down. The great wave I know all too well every time I'm with him rises up and swallows me whole.