Romance: First Time and Pregnant With The Navy Seal (Stepbrother, Military, Romance)

by Skye, Scarlett

  Stone took a step forward. “I’m not going to say it again, you commie prick. Get lost.”

  Ivan pointed to Stone and said to his companion, “Yuri, teach this bitch some manners.”

  Yuri cracked his knuckles and came at Stone, moving fast, drawing back his arm to throw a wild punch. Victoria shrieked, expecting Stone to be destroyed, but he moved almost effortlessly, dodging the punch and grabbing Yuri and throwing him through the air. Yuri landed upside down against the iron fence and fell in a puddle on the patio.

  Stone looked at Ivan and shrugged. “I might be a fuckin computer nerd,” he said. “But I’m a rich fucking computer nerd and I spend my spare time training with professional cage fighters. You want to take a beating too, you silly-dressing motherfucker?”

  Ivan pulled a gleaming steel knife from his pocket. It had a quick-release action, and when he flicked his wrist, a wickedly sharp blade sprang out.

  “No, I think I just cut your dick off and feed it to you,” he said, and came forward.

  Sensing real danger now, Stone backed away.

  Ivan crouched forward, his movements slow and measured, looking for the perfect time to strike as Stone dealt with the fact that he was probably going to get cut. All he needed to do was get his hands on Ivan and he could break the man to pieces…but doing so was probably going to cost him dearly. He kept backing up, looking for an opening, trying to buy Victoria time to get away. Ivan kept coming forward, and neither of them noticed Victoria climbing out of the pool.

  But there was only so much room to retreat. Soon, Stone’s back was nearly to the fence, and he had to make a decision. Attack or wait for Ivan to make his move. The Russian was still creeping forward, a cocaine-addled grin on his face, his teeth gleaming brightly as he prepared to strike.

  Stone made his decision. There was nothing, not the world’s opinion, not even a maniac with a knife, who would stand between him and the woman he loved. He leaped forward quickly, aiming a punch at Ivan’s head, but the wily Russian sidestepped it and fell back, slashing with the knife.

  Stone landed on his feet and saw blood dripping from his chest. He’d been cut. He didn’t know how bad it was, and he didn’t have time to inspect it. Ivan, spurred on by the sight of blood, rushed at him with the blade held high, meaning to finish him off.

  Stone caught Ivan’s arm at the last moment, the blade just inches from his left eye. The fence dug into his back. He was trapped, and Ivan was strong and insane, and it took every ounce of strength he possessed to keep the blade away from his face.

  “Fucking going to kill you, piece of shit!” Ivan huffed. “Steal my woman! No one steals from me. When I’m done with you, I fucking kill her too. You two can fuck in Hell.”

  The blade came closer. Stone knew he was losing the battle. He didn’t mind dying, but he hated that he had failed Victoria.

  I love you, baby, he thought, as the blade came closer.

  Suddenly, Ivan’s strength seemed sapped. His face contorted in pain and as Stone pushed him away, he saw why.

  Victoria had him by the balls. Literally. She had snuck up behind him, reached between his legs, and had a steel grip on the Russian’s crotch.

  “Drop the knife,” she said. “Or I’ll crush these motherfuckers like grapes.”

  “Fuck you,” Ivan muttered through gritted teeth. His face was red from pain, his eyes bulging out of his skull.

  “No,” she said, her grip tightening even more. “Never again. And you’ll never fuck anybody else if I have to say it again. Drop it.”

  Ivan spat and sputtered from the pain and let go of the knife. It fell to the ground. Stone let go of the Russian’s wrist and punched him in the face. Ivan fell backwards, nearly tripping over Victoria.

  She let go of his balls, but she wasn’t finished with him.

  “In case you didn’t figure it out, we’re done,” she said, and slapped him so hard that blood flew from his lips.

  Ivan stood dazed beside the pool, his eyes full of hate and pain. “You two,” he said. “You’re finished. I will kill you both.”

  Stone walked forward, deadly purpose in his face. “Motherfucker, take a bath,” he said. With that, he kicked Ivan in the chest, knocking him into the pool. He watched to make sure the Russian floated to the surface. Ivan finally popped up, treading water but not making an attempt to come after them.

  Stone turned and looked at Victoria. “Thanks for the help, sis.”

  She nodded, staring at Ivan like she wanted to jump in and drown him.

  “What now?” She asked.

  “Now, we go watch the sun rise.”

  “Just like old times?” She asked, tears of happiness in her eyes.

  He held out his hand.

  “Just like old times,” he said.

  She took his hand and they walked away, calmly, unafraid of Ivan and his flunky, unafraid of anything the world could throw at them.

  *****

  An hour later, they were on Stone’s private jet, heading east. Victoria had left her apartment, just walked out on it, walked out on her whole life. The only past that mattered anymore was the past she shared with Stone. Everything else had just been killing time until now.

  Stone opened a bottle of champagne, and poured them each a glass. They sat together and clinked their glasses. They didn’t need to make a toast. They both knew what they were drinking to.

  Out the window, the sun appeared on the horizon, looking as if it was shining light on a whole new creation. In a way, it was. Their world was completely different now. They held hands and sipped their final drink of the night.

  “Where are we going?” Victoria asked.

  “Everywhere,” Stone said. “Everywhere we ever wanted to go when we were kids. The Caribbean’s, London, Paris, Australia…anywhere but Russia.”

  She laughed and lay her head against his arm. “I don’t think I can sleep,” she said. “I’ve got way too much energy.”

  “It’s all the adrenaline,” he said. “Just try and relax.”

  “I don’t think it’s that,” she said, gently tracing his arm with her fingertips. Just the way that she used to. It sent a shiver through him and he was instantly erect. “I think I just need to make up for lost time.” She nibbled his earlobe. “I’ve never made love in a jet,” she whispered.

  He brought her to him, pulling her onto his lap, their lips locked so tightly that you couldn’t pass a molecule between them. His hands ran up the back of her shirt, desperate for the touch of her skin. She was so warm, her body changed as she had become a woman but still familiar except for…

  “We have to get that tattoo changed,” he murmured.

  She pulled away and looked at the tattoo on her wrist. She smiled wanly. “It doesn’t say Ivan,” she said. “I just said that to hurt you.”

  “So what does it say?” He asked, reading the strange, but beautiful lettering. “из камня”.

  She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It says Made of Stone.”

  He was speechless. He just stared into her eyes and knew beyond doubt that he would never leave her side again. His fingers found her soft, precious face and he closed his eyes, unable to contain the depth of what he felt for her.

  “Are you okay?” She asked.

  “Never better, Vic.”

  She kissed his fingers and stood, pulling on his arms, pulling him out of the seat. She led the way to the back of the tiny jet. She opened the door to the little bedroom and stepped inside. He closed the door behind them and they were alone, two desperate souls cruising through the air at 30,000 feet.

  Her fingers plucked at his shirt, lifting it over his head. She traced the bandage on his chest with her fingertips. Ivan’s cut was long, and it was ugly, but she had cleaned it and thought it would heal fine.

  They would both have scars from their time apart, she thought.

  “Do you remember our first time?” She asked, opening his pants.

  He nodded. Of course he did. “You wer
e so nervous,” he said, breathing hard.

  “I was nervous? Hah. You were so scared Mom and Dad were going to find out. And you came so quickly.”

  “I was a kid,” he said.

  “It was still great, though,” she said, pulling his pants down. “You opened up my eyes to so much.” She took his cock in her hand and stroked it, looking him in the eyes. “I missed this so much,” she said. “Nobody ever felt as good as you.”

  Stone wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, pushing her back on the bed. He had to be inside her. Even when he’d been a horny teenager, he’d never wanted her this badly, never been so desperate to sink his shaft into her dripping little slit.

  She stripped off her shirt and shorts, lying there on the bed in bra and panties, and he thought of that first time he had taken her. She’d been afraid to get naked then, too. Embarrassed. So much had changed, but so much was still the same.

  Except she wasn’t afraid now. Just teasing. And it drove him crazy. He ripped at her panties, tearing them with his strong hands. She grinned at his fervor. “You’re not scared of it anymore, are you?” She asked.

  He climbed between her slim legs and his cock found its way inside her wet opening all on its own. He thrust deep, trying to force himself all the way into her very soul.

  “I love you, Stone,” she murmured, pulling him close, moving with his thrusts, moaning in his ear as he buried his cock into her over and over. His face buried in her hair, loving the smell of her, the warmth of her, knowing that this was where he belonged.

  And Victoria had never felt so at peace. So content, as the man she loved more than anything made love to her. Not just fucking her, the way that Ivan did. Every movement that Stone made was an act of adoration, giving himself to her in a way that he had never done before. It was more than making love. He was making a promise, that he would always be hers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as her lover sank himself inside over and again, whispering her name.

  He rose up, wrapping his arms around her legs and lifted them and sank even deeper, giving her so much that it hurt, but it was the best hurt she’d had in years. They were sweating, covered in slickness, their release years in the making. When she came, she came hard, gripping his wrists tight enough to leave bruises as she screamed while he filled her pussy full of hot cum, so much cum that she felt like he had to have been saving it all this time for her. She wrapped her legs around him and refused to let him out of her, feeling every little spurt as his cock released more seed.

  He fell to her, exhausted, and lay his head between her breasts, kissing them softly as she ran her hands through his hair, stroking him gently, knowing that he was hers for good this time, and that everybody else, the whole world could go to hell if they didn’t like it.

  And that’s how they slept, with his cock still inside her, both falling into an exhausted slumber where they dreamed of each other and their future together.

  ***END***

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  Dianna stood up, stretching her back. She had brought her sewing outside, to take advantage of the light, but now it was fading fast. The golden light played across the ripening wheat, making it look like the entire world had turned gold. And silent. It was so different from London where she had spent much of her life. In London everything was noisy, and dirty. Even the air smelled like smoke, and people everywhere you turned. Here there was space, and silence. Sometimes too much space and too much silence. She had come six months ago, when her sister-in-law had died, to help her brother look after the kids. Sometimes it felt like a very long six months, and she still wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to stay or not. At least a textile artist could work just as well in the backwoods of America, as she could anywhere else. And maybe it was time she left England anyway, her art was starting to get stale and uninspired. Being able to spend more time with her niece and nephew didn't hurt either. Not that her niece made it easy to want to spend time with her.

  Her phone jangled harshly, interrupting the quiet of the park. She sighed loudly, and picked it up.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Auntie Dianna. I'm all done.”

  “Alright Leslie, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

  She was about to add a reminder for Leslie to wait at the parking lot, but the girl had already hung up the phone.

  Her niece was finally finished her riding lessons for the day. Carefully, Dianna packed up her work, making sure she picked up all her threads and needles. Once her tools and work was all packed up, put them gently in her bag. Making sure each thing was safely put away inside. She looked over her spot, to make sure nothing had been left behind, and walked towards her car. She put her bag in the backseat, and climbed behind the wheel. She sat for a few minutes in the parking lot of the park, punching in the address of the riding stables. It had taken a while to get used to driving on the other side of the road, but finding where to go was still a little difficult. Once the GPS was set, she pulled on her sun glasses, and left the little park.

  With the GPS guiding the way, Dianna was able to get to the stables without any trouble. She pulled into the gravel parking lot, looking around. Leslie was supposed to meet her in the parking lot, but she rarely did. Usually she was somewhere in the stable grounds, talking to her friends or visiting the horses. Reluctantly, Dianna parked her Volkswagen, and got out. Locking the car behind her, she started towards the main stables and riding rings. She hadn’t spent much time walking around the stable; it always seemed like a beehive of activity that she didn’t understand. It was definitely an area set up for the horses and people who knew where to go, not for people who were just walking around.

  The first stable she found was a large, almost antique looking building, probably original to the site. It was painted green now, and its large door was standing open. Hoping to find Leslie, she walked up to the door and looked inside. It was dim, the only light coming from the big, open door. Dianna stood in the doorway, trying to decide what to do. The smell of the horses was almost overwhelming, a strong smell, like sweat and hay mixed together. She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head. The arms of the glasses pushing her wavy brown hair away from her face. She didn't see anyone inside, but she couldn't decide if she needed to go further in or not. She stepped inside nervously, hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble. The horses made soft noises, turning to look at her. There didn’t seem to be anyone in here, but she took one more step in to look around, just to be sure.

  “Can I help you with something?”

  Surprised by the voice, Dianna jumped as she turned and almost screamed, like a small child caught sneaking where she shouldn't be. She pushed a hand to her chest, breathing heavily.

  “I think you almost gave me a heart attack,” she said, breathless with surprise.

  Standing behind her was a man. He was tall and tanned brown, his hair bleached to a light brown from the sun. The sleeves of his working shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a cowboy hat in one hand. He smiled at her and laughed softly.

  “Sorry about that. I didn't mean to startle you.”

  That was something else London didn't have. It didn't have any tall, handsome, cowboys. And that was definitely something worth staying around for.

  “No, no. That's alright. I was just looking for someone,” she answered, smiling back at him. She turned and walked out of the stable. She pushed her sunglasses back down, as she walked back into the bright sunlight.

  “Who are you looking for? Maybe I could help you?”

  He had slight accent that the others from around here didn't have, he must have moved from here from somewher
e else as well. She didn't know enough about accents in America to know where he was from, but it made his voice sound pleasant, and rhythmic.

  “Yes, perhaps you could. I was supposed to be picking up my niece from her riding lessons, but I can't seem to find her.”

  “You must be looking for Leslie Cole. I think she's by the north stables. That's where her horse is,” the man answered, pointing the way with his hat.

  “How did you know that's who I wanted?”

  The man laughed again, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “She helps me get the horses ready for the trail rides sometimes. She told me about her aunt from 'across the pond'.”

  Dianna blushed slightly. Of course, she still had her accent. That would make it pretty obvious that she was from somewhere else.

  “It was good of you to come out, after the tragedy and all,” his voice got serious.

  She nodded. “Sometimes you have to do these things for family.”

  After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. “Did you want some help getting to the north stable?”

  “Please, that would be wonderful.”