Accidental Hero: A Marriage Mistake Romance

by Nicole Snow

  “No, come back! You don't get to walk out. I'll have you thrown out if you don't fucking listen to me. We'll see how much of a fight you put up when five deputies are hauling you off!”

  I roll my eyes. It's the same thing she used to threaten me with when I rebelled in my teens. It scared me then. Dad left me with a healthy fear of the cops. Then one day when I was sixteen, she cracked and did it, called the police when I refused to get in the car with her and her drunken beach bum boyfriend to go to the beach.

  The officers showed up and nearly hauled her away instead. It's tempting to remind her. If I thought there was any tiny spark left inside her, some mirror that would show her how fucking nuts she is, I'd hold it up in a heartbeat.

  But there isn't. My mother's been fading for years, and now she's gone completely dark, plunged into a pitch black pool of pain, regret, insanity.

  I know what's coming next, and I stop at the door with my hand on it for a second, ready for the explosion.

  “You stupid piece of shit! I'll cut your dick off before I let you stick it in Bruce's little slut again! You're not going to use that girl and toss her away like one of your soggy condoms. You've chosen to be a total robot, fine. Go right ahead, SEAL. You can ruin your life, but you won't wreck mine. If you think I'm going to sit here like an idiot while you're screwing her, right under our noses, I swear to Christ I'll –“

  I step through the door and slam it tight behind me. The seal chokes off her threat. I don't need to fucking hear it, because I already know what she's going to do. I walk toward the main entrance, stopping along the way to flag one of the house staff. I tell the maid to keep an eye on Evie to make sure she doesn't do something stupid in the pool, or maybe with one of those thick glass pieces laying on the deck.

  Sooner or later, she'll tell Bruce what's going on. Maybe he'll man up and punch me in the face like he should.

  I stop near the big sprawling staircases and run a hand over my face. My heart's pounding, throttled like a hot engine.

  Delia won't leave my brain. All I want to do is run upstairs and fuck her brains out, slam my dick into her perfect pussy over and over and over, spill my seed inside her 'til I'm too exhausted to think, to hate.

  Robot. I hear Evie calling me that again, and I snort. It's insane, but if there weren't a little shred of truth, it wouldn't bother me like this.

  My mother always has an uncanny way with tapping into my fears, and right now, I'm scared shitless. If I go upstairs and get naked with the hot, brown eyed beauty again, it's only going to be harder to pull away later.

  I'm going to break her heart, and rip out my own in the process, hurl the whole mess at my feet. I ought to turn away and walk the hell out of this house forever, just like I keep intending, leaving this shit behind.

  It's toxic. It's wrong. Everything, everything, including her.

  But I can already feel Delia's taste on my lips. My dick's hammering so hard in my pants I think I'm going to pass out.

  Mom's right in her own sadistic way about me being fucked, but she doesn't have a clue. The only way to keep myself sane is to move, march upstairs, haul the best thing that's ever happened to me into that big Victorian bed, and slam my hips into hers 'til all we can focus on is remembering to breathe.

  She looks like she's surprised to see me when her door opens. I grab her by the wrist and pull her tight, slamming her against the wall. My lips find hers, silencing all the questions she wants to ask.

  What are you doing here?

  What's going on?

  Why?

  She knows. Delia can feel the heat in my lips and the fire in my blood. My dick finds the soft space between her belly and pussy, and starts to grind, reliving our first sultry night on the beach.

  I tear my lips away before I fuck her right here in the hall, in front of our parents and the staff. We head for my room and I kick the door shut, then walk her over to the end of the bed.

  “Jesus, Chris. Why do you have to be so rough? Can't you just say hello?”

  “We're past good manners, babe. Everything I wanna do to you is about as uncivil as it gets, and I'm not gonna hide it. Put your hands on the bed. Tonight'll be so good it hurts.”

  “Hurts?” She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, shaking her head. “Haven't you done enough? I can't keep living these head games. This hot and cold, on-again off-again crap.”

  Our last evening on the pool deck did more damage than I thought. Regret hits me in a sharp pang, and I almost apologize.

  Too bad it's against everything in my nature, humbling myself in words. She'll find out how sorry I am, how deep I feel, when I'm balls deep, curling her toes. She'll understand I never meant to hurt her, never meant to blow us up, never meant to drag this out 'til it's become an addiction I can't give up.

  Can't.

  For a second, I reach for Delia's perfect face, cup it, and squeeze. My mouth finds hers and I lead her tongue in a whirlwind, pulling the air from her lungs, all the sweetness she has for me.

  “Love isn't always easy, babe.” Her eyes light up when she hears the L-word. I don't give a shit, there's no more hiding it. “We're going through one fuck of a rough patch. There's only one way I know to work through it.”

  “Sex can't fix everything,” she says, unsure and whiny, like it's the right thing to say but she doesn't believe it.

  “You'd be surprised. We pissed each other off last night, and Evie screwed us royal before we could make up. Guess how much my dick gives a fuck?”

  Hell, I'll show her.

  I reach underneath her skirt, find her panties, and rip them straight down. She moans as the fabric snaps tight around her smooth calves, and I lift her feet one at a time to get them on the floor.

  “You didn't answer me, Delia,” I growl, moving one hand to her breast while my fingers sink into her. She's even wetter than I thought, and my cock jerks when I feel how hot, how wet, how ready she is. “How much do you think my cock cares about all this emotional soap opera shit? Do you think any of it matters when I'm hard as a rock, and you're leaking all over my fingers?”

  “I don't...I don't –“

  Know? No, she fucking doesn't. And I'm not going to hear anymore bullshit that can't be said with our bodies.

  I don't kiss and make up. I don't love. I don't get my head all screwed up by girls I'm not supposed to be nailing in the first place.

  Except I realize I'm doing all those things. I crossed the damned Rubicon the first time I put my cock in her body, and now I can't stop, no matter how hard it is now, or how much it's going to ache like a motherfucker to kill this when summer ends.

  I toy with her clit while she pants, breathless and thoughtless, pushing her full, bare ass into the ridge underneath my jeans. I should've fucked the urge to come every time our skin touches right out of my system by now, but it seems like it's getting worse every time we're rutting.

  I don't understand it, and it's pissing me off. I take her to the edge with my fingers fucking fast, stroking her hot cunt while my thumb works her clit, poised to make her convulse any time I want.

  “Let's fucking go,” I snarl, pulling my hands off her at once, dragging her by the hair a couple steps away. I take her hands, put them on the tall bedpost, and start to work off my belt.

  It's everything I've been dreaming about since I first saw the bed. She gives me a small whimper of surprise when I drag her hands up above her head, getting her at the perfect angle, and lashing her to the post.

  “What the hell? I didn't know you were this kinky.”

  She sounds so excited I want to laugh. Instead, I shove my pants down once she's bound, grab her waist and pull her sweet ass against my cock.

  “This isn't about playing with chains and blindfolds. I do whatever feels natural, babe, and right now that's making sure you can't go anywhere 'til I'm done fucking you. You don't want to hear what's coming out of my mouth lately, so I'll let my cock do the talking instead. This time, you'll listen.”


  And she does as I sink inside her. The girl's voice cracks in this sexy, overwhelmed way that nearly causes me to lose my load right there.

  Thank fuck for all the discipline I've built up over the years.

  I slide my hands underneath her top and feel her tits. I pinch both her nipples so hard she gasps, and it's all the signal I need to swing my hips, digging deeper, claiming what's mine.

  We're fucking hard and fast, trying to find some balance. It's a desperate fuck, one so intense I can feel her heartbeat in the hot, wet flesh wrapped tight around my dick. It only makes me thrust harder, so deep I want to break her, smash us both into a thousand pieces.

  A minute or two in, and she's coming. I have to power fuck my way through it not to explode with her. For the first time in my life, I wish I had a cock ring.

  Her pussy pinches me tight, like she's got a second tongue down there sucking me off, teasing the come from my balls. I grab her by the throat, digging my fingers in, and tilt her face to mine. She gets her lips against mine mid-climax, and I taste her coming, snarling my lust back into her mouth.

  “Don't. Fucking. Stop.” It's all I can thunder as I keep slamming into her, fucking straight through her release, hornier than ever for mine.

  I have to throw my weight into her to hold her up. I've brought her to a new zenith. Her knees want to buckle, send her crashing to the ground before she hits her second wind.

  I don't let that happen. I slow my strokes, fucking into her more tenderly, pushing my tongue in and out of her mouth, stroking both holes at once. Her lips and pussy belong to me.

  Everything about being wrapped up with this woman feels so goddamned right.

  She's blown my whole world apart, and it's not just her body. I want to destroy her, merge into her, hook my cock into her feminine heat twenty-four seven.

  When I feel her heartbeat in every kiss, every moan, every slide of her sopping wet velvet over all ten inches of my dick, I know I'm gone.

  The robot, as Evie called it, short circuited when I pulled Delia Burr into my life. All the BUD/S and psy-op training in the world can't undo whatever the fuck she's done to my brain. Feeling her doesn't stop at my dick.

  She's found her way inside me somehow, and I can feel her there as I deepen my strokes, pulling one hand off her tit to stroke her clit instead. It warms her up all over again. I watch her forehead sink to the bedpost, fighting for leverage, completely swept away by the pleasure I'm giving her.

  Normally, it'd be hot as fuck. Of course it is now, too, but I can't get over this other sticky, strange warm feeling I've got inside, causing my heart to thump like a rocket going into orbit.

  “You feel it building in my balls yet?” I growl, twisting her hair in one hand, pouring fire in her ear. “It's all yours, babe. Every fucking drop. All you've got to do is beg.”

  I pull her long dark locks and listen to her whine. It's the sound, that whiny note she makes when she's coming undone.

  Fuck. My strokes quicken, instinctively meeting hers.

  We're bucking faster. Harder. Desperation growing. She moans again, trying to form words, sticky need oozing out her lips.

  That's when I start to get pissed.

  I can't believe it, what's happening to me here, what she's done to me the whole damned time.

  This fuck was supposed to set us straight. I was supposed to take full control of her pussy for hours, and I've got her eating out of my hand like usual, but I'm the one going down like a titan.

  Then I hear her voice, like she's calling to me through a tunnel, shrill and otherworldly. “I want it, Chris. Come inside me. Come hard. Come until I can't hold it.”

  Shit! I'm finished.

  Her hair wraps around my hand and I throw the other arm across her waist. Her wrists swing tight in my belt as I smash my hips into hers again and again, so frantic I'm like a stag in mating rut.

  I want to fill her completely, and I absolutely fucking do a second later when my balls jerk, hurling the first hot jet inside her. My cock roots deep. I'm growling, throbbing near her womb, unloading everything between her legs.

  All my tension, all my seed, all the raw shit in my head I've always tried to hide.

  She's torn me open. It's all coming out, and it won't fucking stop, especially when her hips pulse against mine. Her pussy squeezes hard, pulling more come from my cock. Her fingers curl like they're going to snap right off as her lungs stop working.

  It's so tight and hot and wet I lose my damned mind.

  What the fuck just happened? I ask the question in my head when I finally come to.

  We're both panting, trying to recapture the air in our lungs. Thick come trickles down her thighs, mixed with her own cream. I run my hand between her legs to feel what we've done, right as my dick slides out.

  “Chris?” She whispers my name, soft and unsure. “My arms are getting tired.”

  I reach up and unfasten my belt, hurling it on the floor. I turn her around to face me, and we kiss. Her eyes are practically glowing, and I'm hard again in record time.

  I've had my fill of seeing her bound to this bedpost, but I'm not through with her pussy. I strip off the rest of our clothes, mine first and then the last of hers, then lay her down on the big old bed, completely naked.

  The entire evening is a flurry of sucking, fucking, and my hand over her mouth, a half-assed attempt to keep what we're doing hidden. I don't know why I care.

  Kiss by kiss, fuck by fuck, I'm finished playing games. I'm done hiding what I feel from her, and it's only a matter of time 'til our parents find out. Evie has a nose like a feral bitch, and she's going to try to use us against Bruce, try to paint me as the bad guy who defiled his precious daughter.

  I let her ride my cock, holding my hand over her mouth the entire time. She bites me when she comes, and my balls spit more fire, come I didn't know I had. I'm crazed to pump it into her at some wild, animal level I don't understand.

  It doesn't compute, and I can't control it. We barely even speak as our bodies collide, only stopping to rearrange ourselves, one long conversation in flesh and sweat and come.

  I've lost track of how many times she comes, and my own count isn't much better. Only the growing soreness in my balls reminds me of how many times we've fucked, and how much I'm still aching to fill her, fuck her with a fury and intensity beyond any woman I've ever been with.

  She's curled up on my chest when she runs her hand across my stubble. It feels good, natural, as incredible as her soft brown eyes gazing into mine.

  “Maybe you were right about this talk,” she says softly. “You're not just an arrogant fling who's come to screw my brains out, Chris. I wish you'd stop acting like it. There was more there, wasn't there?”

  “I already said the L-word once, babe. You're not getting that shit more than once a day unless you come for me again.”

  She laughs as I slide my hands between the well used softness between her legs. My fingers do all the work, feeling the wetness, the fire, all the pent up energy we've unloaded with our friction. I wait 'til she's almost on the edge before I break down and say it.

  I jerk her by the hair, one ear close to my lips, loving the way she always fights me by twisting her head. If this keeps up, the poor girl's gonna be bald before summer.

  “In case you didn't figure it out yet, Delia, I fucking love you.”

  I don't let her say it back. She clenches her jaw and tries her best not to scream as my fingers fuck her, stroking her clit, sending her over the edge into a whole new storm of blinding ecstasy.

  Somewhere in the maelstrom my hand pulls away. I flip her over on the bed, pin her hands over her head, and shove her legs up. I fuck her hard and fast, sending her into another blizzard somewhere between consciousness and dumb pleasure.

  I can't believe I said it. Hell, I can't believe I didn't say it sooner.

  Her body's been working its spell on me all summer, binding me to her a little more each time we fuck.

  It's insane. I can't i
magine giving her up. Thinking about letting her go off and live her rich girl life, finding some other bland asshole to sink his dick in, makes me want to start tearing the whole damned world apart.

  I'm seething at all the boys she'll never have – all the ones I'll keep from ever coming in sniffing distance.

  She's mine, goddamnit. Mine tonight, mine tomorrow, mine 'til I'm ash.

  I thrust harder, slamming into her in deep, long strokes, feeling my balls boil up even more uncontrollably than when she was leashed down.

  “Fuck, babe, I'm coming!” I bow up and plant my cock deep, holding it against her womb, emptying my balls.

  She wraps her legs around me and screams, fighting to put her hands on my body, but I keep them pinned. The very thought of her fucking anybody else makes me rage as much as those two thugs I destroyed for her in Vegas.

  She's my property. She's off limits. I've laid my claim, and I'm not done yet, not even by half.

  Mine tonight. Mine tomorrow. Mine forever.

  It's like a mantra I can't stop hearing, one that makes me harder, hornier, and psycho possessive.

  I don't know how the hell we're gonna make this work. We're stepsiblings from two different worlds. But we'll figure it out. When I lay my eyes on something I want, it's a mission, and my track record in the SEALs, just like in life, says I never fail.

  11

  Distortions (Delia)

  We can't stop fucking.

  Ever since the night he barged in and told me the truth...said the word I never expected to hear from a crude, cocky asshole like him, I've been in pieces. I don't know how to deal with it, so I just keep pushing myself down on his cock, taking him in my mouth, cushioned in my breasts, between my legs.

  He's stealthy about it too. For the last couple weeks, he's been coming to my room after leaving base every night.

  It's a small relief with the summer being so quiet. The Fourth of July passes, and we don't even stop to watch the fireworks, fucking in my little room instead.