Stepbrother UnSEALed

by Nicole Snow

  “Bullshit. I know it'll end up going online somewhere. You're too good to have your work hidden, Miss Reporter, and we're too fucking good to stay in the dark too.”

  We laugh and make small talk the rest of the way into the city, heading for our hotel, before she drops the next bombshell.

  “You're not my stepbrother anymore.”

  I stare at her like she's just given away the secrets of the universe. “What? You mean –“

  “They're divorced. It was finalized last month. Evie put up a terrible fight, but dad's lawyers were better, the best money could buy. The prenup stayed iron clad.”

  “Thank fuck,” I growl, happy that he's managed to keep his assets out of her greedy little paws.

  Then it really hits me.

  “Holy shit, that means there's nothing keeping your dad from being pissed about us.”

  “Well, nothing except your colorful history,” she says with a wink. “It'll take some convincing, to be honest.”

  Convincing? Fuck that. All I've got on my mind is what I'm gonna do after I've had a hot shower, a fuck, and a nice dinner with the finest woman in the world.

  I'm marching to the bank when she isn't looking, where I've got my vault. My grandmother's ring is there, something she passed to me through dad after he died, before my bitch mom could pawn it off.

  I thought about buying her the biggest diamond I could while I was rotting away in my cell. But diamonds are everywhere, and she deserves nothing but the best. This is the only ring like it in the world.

  Who the fuck else's hand would it belong on besides the only woman in the world who keeps bringing me back for more?

  Today, I'm the one who's experiencing shock and awe, thanking every lucky fucking star in the sky that I'm alive and loved. Tomorrow, it's Delia's turn, and I'm gonna blow her panties off.

  “Where do you think you're going?” We've just checked into her room, and she tries to walk past, the little minx. I grab her, pull her into the bathroom, and put my lips on hers.

  “I need a shower, and you're gonna join me.”

  Her hands slide down my chest. It's winter, and I'm missing her skirts, but I still can't wait to get her jeans off so I can feel how wet she is. My hands wrap around her ass and start peeling off her clothes, her going loose and lithe, opening herself to be taken and ravaged.

  And I'm gonna fucking do it too. When she's naked, I kick the door shut and flatten her against it, breathing deep, inhaling her scent.

  My fingers sink into the pussy I've been waiting to feel for an eternity. It's just as good as the first time on the beach. Hell, she's wetter than she was then, aching for me, her slick, feminine scent filling the air.

  I breathe deep. I stroke deep inside her cunt while my tongue winds around hers, telling her we're picking up right where we left off. Then I lift my hand up and suck my fingers, staring into her eyes.

  “This taste is all I thought about when those fuckers were hurting me.” The words just spill out, and her eyes go wide, concern swirling with her lust. “Your taste, your body, your heart, Delia, baby. You kept me sane. You kept me alive.”

  “Chris...”

  Hearing my name on her lips is dangerous. It's almost like the sound I've been waiting for months to kiss my ears, the one she makes when she's about to come. I spread her legs, push my hips between them, rocking my hard-on against her clit.

  Pleasure oozes out her hot red lips. She starts tearing at my clothes.

  I help her, kicking them all to the floor, ready to show her my battle scars, ready to show her how ready I am to purify, to heal, to love.

  “Oh, god.” She finds the fresh scars next to my trident, cutting across the dragon. “They must've hurt you bad.”

  I shrug. “It's not like it's permanent. The military doc told me it'll fade in a few more months. The fuckers took a whip to us one day, going full medieval.”

  I remember it. The scars on my back were worse, fissures that bled for days. Thankfully, they healed faster.

  She looks shocked, amazed, maybe a little frightened.

  Not the reaction I'm going for. I grab her hands and thrust them around my back, rolling my cock hard against her pussy, teasing her, raking my stubble over her throat extra rough when I suck at her neck.

  She melts into me, moaning and pawing. I'm going to start slamming her against the door and fuck us right through it if I don't take her now.

  Grabbing her hand, we step into the shower, and I twist the knob. Hot, steamy droplets spray across our bodies. She stands there and studies me like she's underneath a warm rain, hot and curious and wet.

  Her nipples are in full bloom, hard as rocks, calling me to suck them, pinch them, own them.

  I push her against the tile wall and take a handful of one tit. She arches her back and grinds her ass against my cock when I ratchet up the tension, whimpering louder than I'm used to.

  It's close to that sound, but not quite. It's time to do some fine tuning.

  My free hand wraps around and feels for her clit. I start making circles, squeezing her other tit, pushing my lips down to her slick, round ear.

  “Is it really you?” she whines, just as my thumb starts to speed across her bud.

  “I'm still the same man, Delia. The only man you're gonna be fucking for the rest of your life. They didn't break me. They didn't take our love. They didn't strip my desire. I want you more than ever. I want every fucking inch of you wrapped around me. Fuck, I want to be inside you...”

  And I'll have it too. I spread her legs and push into her, grinding my pubic bone against her ass. She cries out and jerks up when she feels my cock filling her, giving me a perfect opportunity to grab her wet, dark hair.

  We start rocking good and hard. The heat of the shower feeds our sexual frenzy. I rear back, crash into her, grunting the entire time, hard enough to bruise her hips.

  I want to light this girl on fire, burn us both alive. My thrusts quicken, dragging her gasps along. She arches her back and I feel her pussy clench. Her mouth forms a perfect O, and then I hear the glory I've been waiting for.

  That high, whiny, sweet little sound. My hips go ballistic and I fuck her harder, rutting like a wild bull, hurling her deep into the pleasure zone she's edging into.

  “Fuck me harder, woman,” I growl. “Show me you remember how to make your cunt suck every last drop of come from my balls.”

  And she does. She's like the world's softest, wettest vice, screaming when it becomes too much to take.

  I lose it right there. My balls tighten up and my free hand digs into her shoulder while the other yanks her hair, merging her into me. I power fuck her the entire time I explode, burying my seed inside her.

  The dynamite lasts a long time. Thank fuck, because it's like making up for lost time after all our months apart.

  When I finally let go and pull out of her, she collapses, catching herself by the knees. It takes us both a minute to catch our breath after the way we've been drained. Then I reach for her, gently twirl her around.

  We kiss and tongue forever underneath the hot shower. I take my time washing her, admiring her body slowly, watching my seed trickle out of her pussy so I can fill it all over again tonight.

  She pushes her hands around me and digs her fingernails into my skin on our next embrace.

  “I missed you so bad, Chris, you have no idea.”

  “Leave that shit in the past, baby. It's done. After the crap I just went through, they'll probably shove me behind a desk for awhile and pump me for intel on everything I saw. I'm gonna be here in the Bay for a long time, babe. We'll make up for every day we missed together. Every fucking second. We're gonna do it twice as hard.”

  “I can't wait!” She says it with such enthusiasm my dick jerks, lively and hungry in record time. “Don't ever leave me again.”

  “I don't plan on it, Delia. Not ever.”

  And I prove it by grabbing her ass and pulling her into me.

  XV: His (Delia)

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p; A few days later, we're all back at the house. We're sitting across the table from dad, and I can't believe how well it's going.

  “Look, this whole thing is weird, and I'm not going to pretend it's got my full support,” dad says, cautious and businesslike. “But you two, together, that's something I can live with in time. Your mother had me all twisted up, pointing my anger and disgust in all the wrong directions, Chris. I realize that now.”

  “I knew I'd bring you on board, Bruce. You're a reasonable man – too reasonable to put up with her shit forever. Where is she?”

  I grab Chris' hand and squeeze. He doesn't even know. I'm not sure he cares about his mother anymore either, and I won't blame him one bit if he wants to cut her from his life forever.

  “She took off up the west coast last I heard. She wanted to cut town pretty fast after our last meeting in court. It was a wipe out. She made her last stand, and the boys I hired crushed her demands like a bug.”

  I can't help but grin at that. Putting Evie in her place is bringing dad's confidence back, and I hope he'll have a sane new woman at his side next year.

  Still, it's not like their relationship was a complete disaster. I look at Chris, then at my dad, wiggling my fingers in my SEAL's hand.

  Would I have him at my side if we'd never been anything but a one night fling on the beach? Would I be his if we hadn't been through love and hate, forced to confront our demons thanks to their screwed up marriage?

  “As crazy as she is, we ought to be thanking her,” I say softly, waiting for both men to look at me like I'm the one who's nuts. “She brought us all together.”

  Dad leans back in his chair and takes a long sip of his beer. “Yeah, I suppose the psycho bitch did.”

  “I'll dissent. If she hadn't held us back with that fucked up marriage, I'd have had you sooner.” Chris shoots me a sharp look, and his hold on my hand tightens.

  I blush, but can't resist smiling, even as dad frowns across the table. Mister Blunt catches himself.

  “I meant everything I said in that damned email,” he says, locking eyes with dad. “I love this girl.”

  I'm sure my heart skips about ten beats as he pulls me onto his lap and puts his mouth on mine right there. At first, I can feel dad's hesitation, a shred of his disgust. But when I look back, I'm wrong.

  He's actually smiling with his eyes, studying us, watching like we've managed to capture something that's eluded him his entire life.

  “If you don't mind, Bruce, I'm gonna take her for a walk. It's decent out there today and we'd better enjoy it.”

  By Bay Area standards, it's actually fairly chilly. It doesn't stop him from pulling me into his arms and helping me into my coat. Then we're off, riding in his brand new truck, something he picked up after coming home with some of his big bonus. The old one would've been fine with a few repairs, but he wants a clean slate.

  He wants to start over, and I'm read for anything, as long as I'm at his side.

  Chris is oddly tight-lipped the whole trip. I recognize dad's private beachfront as we're pulling into it.

  “Really? Jesus, it's going to be like forty degrees out here by the water!”

  “You've got me for warmth, babe, and that's all you need. There's something we've gotta get done by Christmas. Come on.”

  He kills his ignition and steps out, heading down to the beach. Cold or not, I'm curious, and I follow quickly behind him, as fast as my new boots will carry me.

  He can't keep his eyes or hands off me since I broadened my wardrobe. I'm going to need it for the internship coming up now that I've got my degree. Dressing to impress landed me a SEAL, and it's going to get me an awesome job too.

  The breeze isn't as bad as I expected. The Pacific looks stormy as ever, slapping the sands in loud, angry waves. Chris stands next to the little bar he took me behind our first night, after I watched him coming out of the sea like something from a legend.

  My warrior prince. My destiny.

  It's all true, as cliché and campy as it sounds.

  “This is where it all started,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “You remember that night like I do, babe? I relived it a thousand times while those fucks were bashing me in the face.”

  “Of course. It's all that kept me from breaking down every night too. I mean, that night and all the others, everything we've had together. Here all alone, trying not to click on the latest news to see if they'd executed you...”

  I don't mean to tell him about that, but it all comes seeping out.

  “I'm alive, and so are you.” He parts my legs and pulls me in, grinding my hips on his, reminding me how alive and insatiable he really is when I feel the bulge. “Believe it or not, I didn't drag you here to fuck.”

  “No?” That surprises me.

  I was sure he had something kinky in mind. Maybe he'd throw me down in the sand, strip off my clothes, and force me to get warm with him on this cool, December beach. Why do my nipples feel so hard just thinking about?

  “That's for later. You'll ride me all goddamned night after I show you this.”

  What's he doing!? The world condenses and swells a little brighter as I feel him put his lips on mine, then watch as he sinks to his knees.

  He grabs my hand with the same ferocious confidence he always carries, only now it's stronger, mysterious. When I see his other hand reach into his pocket, producing a little black box, I almost pass out.

  “Oh my God! Chris, are you...?” I bite my tongue.

  I need to let him speak. If this is what I think it is, riding him is just the beginning of how we're going to spend our night.

  He pops the box open and I catch a glimpse of a gold ring studded with jewels. Big rocks, far more than any SEAL ought to be able to afford. It looks antique too, and I want to pick it up, but my eyes are too glued to him to do it.

  “Marry me, Delia Burr.” It's a command, not a request, and I smile so hard my cheeks sting. “You burned me up the first time I ever got my hands on you, and showed me how good a woman can be in Vegas. I killed for you, and I'll die for you too. Something this intense only comes along once in a lifetime. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let it slip away. We started out fucking, having fun. I teased you like you were my kid sis, and I loved you like it too. I love you more now, and I want the entire package. I want forever. No retreat, no going back, and no regrets.”

  He stands up, shoving the warm ring against my palm, holding it there so tight and hot it's like my palm is on a heating rock.

  “You feel that, babe? That's our entire future. Everything I'm gonna do to you. This world's a cold and dark goddamned place at times, and you're my light. You'll be my wife, plus the hottest mom I'd ever want for my kids. You'll have time to write more stories with a smile on your face in between how knocked up I'll be keeping you.”

  “So confident,” I say softly, barely able to speak through the giddy, heartwarming storm in my blood. “What if I say no? What if I want to take things a little slower, just to wear your bad boy act down, take the edges off?”

  He grins and chuckles. “I'll break you first. Stop fucking around, woman. I know you want the entire package, and I'm the best one you'll ever have.”

  I can't help it anymore. The way his palm keeps pressing into mine, wiggling the hot, circular metal against our skin, like he's previewing the rest of my life.

  “Okay – yes! Yes, Chris. I'm ready to be Mrs. Cleveland.”

  There. I said it. I'm suddenly wishing for an icy breeze to blow in from the Pacific, something to keep me from feeling like I'm about to melt through the ground.

  Chris goes nuts. He grabs me by the wrist, stretches my hand out, and pushes the ring on my finger. It's a good fit. The right fit.

  I have about two seconds to admire the strange new wonder on my hand before he picks me up and flings me around, tossing me high before he pulls me back to him. I crash into his arms and land with a kiss.

  His teeth sink into my bottom lip, hungrier than e
ver. My hands dig at his shoulders, desperate to get naked, famished to feel the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life devouring me.

  It's a long, cold make out session on the beach. Probably the last time we'll visit this place before the sun shines warm and high again.

  But with him, there's always a spark, always a fire. I start crying when the realization hits me that we're going to be enjoying it for the rest of our lives.

  Seven Months Later

  Our next trip to Vegas begins in a whirlwind. It's a quick, luxurious wedding, a fusion of my dad's wealth and Chris' military honor that's so magical it's almost surreal.

  I meet everyone in his SEAL team, plus several other guys he goes back years with. He meets my entire extended family, including my ice cold mother.

  She's easy to handle after Evie. Nothing's going to ruin what's coming. Mom also spends half the wedding glaring at my dad, seething quietly at how happy he looks with the lively new redhead on his arm.

  Jenny is the complete opposite of Evie, a bubbly anthropology professor with a good heart and a dash of her own special awkwardness that melds with dad's just perfectly. I smile when I watch them, wondering if Chris and I will be just as cute someday when we're older.

  Then the pleasantries vanish. Next thing I know, dad's leading me down the aisle, and I think he's tearing up just as much as me.

  My knees don't start shaking until Chris grabs my hands at the altar. He never takes his eyes off me – not for a single second – while the minister rattles off lip service to the heavens to appease our older relatives.

  Good thing they don't have a clue we shacked up from our parents' failed marriage. Their arrangement was mercifully brief, and nobody's connected the dots.

  It's our dirty little secret, and it makes us one of a kind. He's being so well behaved, standing there in his full dress uniform, a few new medals lining his breast.

  God, he looks princely, and I should be ashamed for soaking the fancy new lace panties I'm wearing underneath my gown. I mentally count the seconds, trying to listen to everything the wiry old man next to us says, talking about our vows.