Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance

by Irons, Aubrey

  But I like it.

  I can feel the heat creep over my body as his eyes flash darkly at me. “Yeah, I think you should be like this in every room any time I walk into it, actually.”

  “That could make for a strange breakfast table, you know.”

  He grins as he pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt, flashing skin and dark ink. “Yeah, but I could eat you for breakfast every day.”

  It’s almost funny to have this conversation and banter like this; him talking to my upturned ass while my head is resting on a soft down pillow. I start to move, to turn towards him, but I feel his hand on my hip suddenly, both firm and warm as he stops me.

  “No,” his voice is dark and thick with lust. “Stay right like that.”

  His hand trails over my skin, teasing me and making me shiver. His palm slides over my ass, my thighs, the tops of my stockings, and down between my legs. I arch my back and gasp into the pillow as his hand finds me wet, and he gently slides a fingers through my soft lips.

  “So good...” I whimper out almost subconsciously, and I hear him growl behind me.

  I’m panting when I hear his pants hit the floor, and I feel him move onto the bed behind me, my heart leaping to my throat.

  His mouth is on me before I know that’s what he’s doing, and I jump for second in surprise before the moan comes croaking from my throat. His wicked, incredible tongue slides deep inside of me, slipping in and out of me like he’s fucking me with it. His big, strong hands slide from my thighs up to my ass, holding me tightly and spreading me wide for his mouth.

  I’m writhing and arching my back as I thrust back to him, feeling his tongue slide to my clit as my body shivers. He drags his tongue slowly up and down my pussy, teasing from my clit, inching down, tasting me all the way to my perineum.

  His tongue makes its journey again and again, making me moan. And then he’s getting bolder, and I gasp as I feel his tongue tease across my ass, making me shiver. It’s only a tease, and his tongue slides back to my clit, but the naughty reverberations of it are still ricocheting through my body as I feel myself move for him.

  I can feel his finger slide across my ass then, and suddenly I can feel it teasing there.

  “Woah,” I say, catching my breath. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you,” he growls, his voice deep and tugging at my insides. He lets his tongue slip across my clit and I shiver. “I want all of you, Maddie. I going to make all of you mine.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “Exactly.”

  His tongue flicks my clit again and I whimper as his finger teasingly circles my asshole, sending new, powerfully erotic sensations flooding through me.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, darlin,” he says lowly, kissing my thigh. “But you have to trust me.”

  His hands slide across my ass as his lips kiss up my thigh, and my eyes flutter shut as I let the feel of him flood over me.

  I nod, “I trust you.”

  And I do. I trust him not to hurt me, or not to push me if I don’t want to be pushed. I trust that everything he does to me makes me feel — and cum — bigger and harder than I ever have before. And I might be nervous about this being new, but I’m not scared.

  Not with him.

  I bite my lip as I arch my back and push my ass back towards him in response, and I hear him swear under his breath as he growls.

  His mouth drops back to my pussy, his tongue curling around my clit as his finger, now wet from his mouth returns to my ass. He’s teasing me with his finger as he works his tongue across my pussy. He’s not rough, and he doesn’t rush it, he just teases around the outside, just enough to make me shiver and moan at how illicit and dirty this is, and how fucking hot it makes me.

  “Hunter—”

  I’m putty for him, whimpering into the pillow, feeling my whole body melt under his fingers and his tongue as he pushes my limits and pushes me towards that sweet release. I feel him move away from me, and I’m about to beg him to come back when I feel his cock rock hard against my pussy.

  His thick, bare cock, ready to slide into me unprotected once again. And when he slides easily into me, his finger stays there teasing my asshole as I gasp and grab the sheets in my fists.

  He fucks me slowly this time, crouching above me and driving down deep into me; making me his and making me bite the pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure. The finger teasing circles around my ass slowly begins to center, and wet from his mouth, he starts to push.

  Oh my God…

  I moan deeply, the sound almost primal as I feel his finger start to slide into the place I’ve never had anyone. And it’s strange, and new, but as he continues to fuck me with slow, deliberate strokes and rubs my clit with his other hand, I can feel the newness morph into something insane.

  I’m clawing at the edges of my sanity as the sensations of being so full and the jaw-dropping dirtiness of it all starts to wash over me. What we’re doing is so fucking illicit, and so wrong, and his cock and his finger feel so fucking good, that it’s all I can do to even remember to breathe.

  I’m on my knees, in the Lincoln Bedroom of the White House, with my ass up in the air while my stepbrother fucks me with his big cock and slides a finger into my ass.

  And I’m loving every second of it.

  It’s wrong, and filthy, and so fucking naughty, and as his cock hits that sweet spot just inside again and again, and his fingers tease my clit in circle after circle, I know I’m going to go crashing over the edge at any second.

  When it hits, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Like a nuclear bomb going off. My whole body suddenly goes absolutely stiff and my mouth flies open in a silent scream before the world shatters around me.

  I scream into the pillows, my whole body shaking and writhing under him as orgasm after orgasm roars through me. I’m coming again and again, literally clawing at the sheets and screaming my release into the bed as I feel him roar behind me. He drives in deep and then I feel him throb within me as pulse after pulse of his hot cum erupts bare inside me.

  I’m gasping for breath and feeling my vision swim as I collapse onto the bed, trembling in the aftershocks. But he’s there, moving to lay beside me, wrapping my shaking, shuddering body in his strong arms.

  “Holy…shit…” I manage to mumble out, feeling his rumbling chuckle as he holds me close to him, enveloping me in his warmth.

  “Told you you could trust me.”

  I groan, nestling back into him as my pulse finally starts to approach something resembling normal. “Remind me to trust you like that more often.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  The gun ricochets in my hand, the thud of release echoing through my mind and bringing me right back to Baghdad. I squeeze slowly, pumping shot after shot down the length of the shooting gallery deep in the bowels of the White House. Trying to let the pent up frustration, anxiety, and memories explode out the barrel and far away from me.

  I don’t enjoy shooting because I like guns, I do this because it makes me remember things no one should really forget.

  I reload and wind another paper target down the field, leveling the gun in front of my eyes and lining up before I pull back and hear the crack of release.

  Holding the weapon, and letting it be an egress for the traces of hate and rage and fear still rattling around inside of me keeps me sane on days like this. On days when the memory of that hell is a little stronger than usual, and the names of those I lost are etched in crystal clarity across my mind. I need to escape.

  Even if I never can, or should, forget.

  When the third clip is empty, I lower the gun and safety it before putting it down on the table in front of me, letting the air in my lungs out in a thin stream.

  “Is this why you called me down here?”

  I grin broadly at the sound of her voice, even before I turn to see her leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. “Nah, just felt like seeing how fast you’d get dow
n here if I texted you.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You are ridiculous, sometimes, you know.”

  “Yeah,” I grin, “I know. Thanks for coming down though.”

  Truth be told, I wanted her here because on days like this when the demons come knocking at the door, it’s best for me not to be alone with them. And somehow Maddie Adams has this calming, soothing effect on me, I’ve realized.

  Well, no, that’s a lie. She has a blood-pumping, hormone-spiking, erection-inducing effect on me, but I will gladly take that over regret and bad memories any day.

  I nod at the gun.”Wanna take a few shots?”

  Maddie gives me a look. “Do I seriously look like a gun person?”

  I shrug. “You don’t look like a girl who would let me do half the things we’ve done.”

  Middies blushes bright pink and rolls her eyes. “You’re the worst.”

  I grin and step towards her. “I know, but you love it.”

  She bats me away playfully. “Do not.”

  “I’ve got another gun you can play with down here if you want,” I say with a wink.

  Maddie quickly darts her eyes up to the very obvious security camera in the corner of the room. “Hunter—”

  I cough and downplay my move to pull her into me as just a playful ruffle of her hair instead. I doubt anyone’s, watching, but you never know.

  “Besides,” she says, “we have that thing.”

  “Yeah,” I say, the sudden burst of ardor cooling as quickly as it flared up inside of me. “Yeah.”

  The “thing” being the tour of the D.C. VA hospital, since Maddie’s picked that as one of the causes she wants to get behind. I mean, of course I’m going, and not just because she is, but it’s the reason the past is so fresh in my mind today.

  I glance at the time. “Time to go, huh?”

  “You don’t—” She gives me a soft look, her hand coming up to squeeze my arm. “You don’t have to come, you know. I get it.”

  I shake my head. “Nah, it’s good for me to see it.”

  It’s good because I don’t want to forget, because forgetting means failing those we lost all over again.

  I smile at her as I hold out my arm. “Shall we?”

  *****

  It’s raining when we leave and the wind cuts into us as we wrap our jackets closer and run to the waiting motorcade. The agents have barely shut the tinted-window door when Maddie grabs me by the collar and sears a kiss across my mouth. It’s not anything hot and heavy, or lusty, or anything like that. It’s sweet, and tender, and full of something fierce, and I’m suddenly losing myself in her as she holds me tightly.

  “What was that for?” I say slowly when she pulls away from me.

  “For being incredible, that’s what.”

  I grin. “Well, I mean, preaching to the choir princess.”

  Maddie rolls her eyes and pushes me playfully. “No, dummy, I just mean for being incredible in there. It was amazing to watch you talk to those guys after what you and them have gone through and seen.”

  I nod slowly and watch the rain through the window as the car rolls through downtown D.C.

  “It’s not easy, but it’s important,” I say, echoing my thoughts from earlier. “It’s important to remember, so the ones that can’t aren’t ever forgotten.”

  I turn back, and she’s staring at me with wonder in her eyes, shaking her head. “I’ve mentioned that it’s a huge turn on when you talk like that, right?”

  I laugh as I kiss her, losing myself all over again in those lips of hers. “Let’s talk about you in there.”

  She shrugs, “It’s just one of the charity things my mom set up.”

  I shake my head. “Nope, sorry; you don’t get to downplay it that easy.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean you were amazing in there.”

  “Oh,” she makes a flippant gesture with her hand. “I just like talking to people.”

  “Yeah, well you’re really fucking good at that.” I raise a brow at her. “Ever think about following mom’s footsteps and going into politics?”

  Maddie snorts. “Yeah, right.”

  “Hey, I’m serious!” I grin, sliding close to her in the sequestered backseat of the SUV, draping an arm over her. “I think you’d be great.”

  “It’s a broken system.”

  “You could change it,” I murmur into her ear, letting my lips trail over her neck.

  “You are very convincing, Mr. Ryan,” she says with a grin, letting her eyes close as she sighs at my kisses. “Maybe you’re the politician here.”

  “Couldn’t do it,” I say quickly.

  “No?”

  “Nah, I’m pretty sure I’d fail the vetting process pretty hard after the scandalous affair I’m having with the President’s daughter.”

  Maddie erupts into giggles as I tickle her, before she lapses into a whimpered sigh as I pull her into my lap and kiss her neck.

  “We should probably put seat-belts on,” she murmurs. “You’re a terrible influence.”

  “The worst.”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  I jump at the sound of his voice and whirl in my chair. “Jesus, where did you come from?”

  Hunter winks and nods at the bookcase at the back of the library where I’ve been pouring over grant applications for the non-profits my mother gave me to look over.

  I roll my eyes as he wraps his arms around the sides of the chair, running his hands up and down my arms as he presses his face into my neck.

  “It might be nice to try coming in through the normal door for once, weirdo.”

  He laughs, “How often did you wish you had secret passageways or a hidden room when you were a kid?”

  “All the time?”

  “Exactly,” he chuckles. “This place is full of them, and I plan on acting out on those fantasies every chance I get.”

  His hands slide up my arms and over my chest, and I blush as he cups my breasts through my shirt, his thumbs magically finding right where my nipples are. “Amongst other fantasies, of course.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” I murmur, letting my eyes close.

  “I don’t see you trying that hard,” his voice husks into my ear.

  Suddenly he pulls away, and I pout as I turn to look up at him, “Tease. So what was this surprise you were just talking up?”

  He grins, “Later, tonight after our parents are gone.” I wrinkle my nose and he snorts. “You know what I mean. After your mom and my dad head off for the UN thing in New York.”

  He winks at me, and then he’s turning to head towards the door.

  “Hey, wait a second,” I stand, still feeling the buzz of his hands on my breasts. “Where are you going? And what’s the surprise?”

  “Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?” He arches his eyebrows at me and grins before he slips out the door.

  The regular one, I notice.

  *****

  I still haven’t seen or heard from him later that night, so I grab the secure phone he gave me and send a quick text.

  Get cold feet? ;)

  The response is instant.

  I was just waiting for you. Knock knock.

  I jump as I hear the actual knock on the door to my rooms.

  If that’s not you I’m going to freak out.

  Haha, it’s the service help, just answer it.

  “Ms. Adams?” I open the door to a smiling older woman who I recognize as part of the general staff around the living quarters of the White House.

  “Yes?”

  She smiles at me. “The items you requested, miss.” She lifts the basket box in her hands.

  “I—”

  The phone buzzes in my hand.

  Just take it, dummy.

  I cough and look around, as if I’m going to see Hunter hiding somewhere nearby. But of course I don’t. I turn back to the woman
and thank her as I take the box.

  Ok, what is it?

  All part of the master plan. Soak, relax, put it on, and meet me at the bookshelf in the Jackson office in an hour.