Embrace The Suck (A Stepbrother Special Forces Novel)

by Kenzie, Sophia

  But instead of allowing me to satisfy her to completion, she wrapped her hand around mine and pulled me off of her.

  “I want to ride you.” She moaned, and her words caused me to pause.

  She bucked back, giving herself space off the wall, and after I pulled free from her, she swung her naked, heeled body around to face me.

  Her curves were even more appealing from the front than they were from the back. Her slim, toned body glistened from beads of sweat, which had formed promptly from our still short bout of physical activity.

  “Sit.” She took a step toward me, pushing me back until the rear of my legs hit against the toilet.

  “I’m not sitting on this.” I tried to re-establish my dominance over her, but her eyes meant business, and for some reason, I really liked that business.

  “Sit.” She simply said again.

  “You’re not grossed out by the very real possibility of pee on the seat?” I teased, expecting to see a shrill girl react.

  But she didn’t turn into a child. She stayed a confident and secure woman. “Nature’s sterilizer.” She shrugged with a mischievous smile before using her whole body weight to sit me down herself.

  Hannah climbed over my lap and lowered her still soaked body onto my still craving cock. We both groaned as we felt our forms come together. Her chocolate eyes stared deep into mine as she took her time riding my dick. I hated that I was allowing her to connect, mostly because it was freaking me the fuck out, but I justified it by telling myself that if we connected on a deeper level now, she’d fall even harder come tomorrow.

  I permitted her to keep control for a short time, but sooner that I’d like to admit, I was about to explode, and I needed to be the governor of that. I wrapped my fingers around her waist and sped her ride by lifting her up and then pulling her down. Her pelvis was angled back in a way that with each thrust, I was sure to be hitting her clit, causing her to scream.

  And she kept screaming. And I’m absolutely certain everyone in the bar heard her screaming. And it very well could have been annoying to those who were simply trying to share a drink.

  But I didn’t give a fuck. She could scream as much as she’d like, as long as I was the one getting her to make those sounds.

  I slyly grinned as I thought to myself:

  Today I’d make her come, and tomorrow, I’d make her quit.

  Chapter Four

  Hannah

  “Oh God.” I groaned to myself as I looked up at the giant flagpole protruding up from in front of the ominously secure building. “What the hell did I get myself into?”

  The Army—great idea, Hannah.

  Special Forces—an even greater idea, Hannah.

  “Cute, huh?” A sweet voice sang just over my shoulder.

  “Excuse me?” I turned around to meet a fresh-faced female staring straight ahead. “Oh, hi.” I hadn’t expected her to be so close. “Um, cute?” My stutter made me sound as though I didn’t know English.

  “That boy over there.” She nodded to a dark haired boy, who was obviously once a high school jock, leaning against the building, skimming through an open book. “That’s who you were staring at, right?”

  “Oh!” I completely understood her now: we were talking about a boy. No need for more questions. “No, I was actually just staring into space. But um, yah, he’s not bad.”

  “He might be eighteen though. Gross.” Her face scrunched up. “That’s the problem with coming into this party a little late to the game. Boys are immature to begin with, and now we’re forced to hang out with ones that are like four or five years younger than us. No bueno.” She finally turned to me. “I’m Amanda.”

  “Hannah.” I extended my hand to meet hers. “How’d you know I’m, umm…” I continued to stumble over my words, “not eighteen?”

  I had always looked young for my age, and wasn’t sure if that would be a disservice here. Would I fit in more with the children who had decided to join the military right after high school because they were passionate about fighting for a cause? Or would people choose not to take me seriously because I looked like a child who was fresh off her mommy’s teat, thinking that I could do something as crazy as become one of the first women to actually hold the title of Special Forces Medical Sergeant? Or would everyone just downright hate me once they learned that the only reason I applied to be part of the program was because I needed a way to pay for medical school, and this seemed like the best option? Or would they already hate me because the only reason I got into the program was because of my father? It certainly wasn’t because I deserved it.

  “It’s the complete lack of excitement in your face. You’ve done the school thing, so this isn’t the first time you’re away from your over-protective mom, and you know how hard it’s going to be. And that scares you.” She nodded as she put her hand on my shoulder. “Plus, in what little free time you’ll have, you really don’t want to hang out with babies who can’t legally drink, in a state where there’s nothing more to do than get drunk and make babies of your own.” She flashed a cheery, and yet sarcastic smile at me.

  I turned to her, mirroring her nod. “I think we’re going to be fast friends, Amanda.” I returned her same smile, though mine might have had a bit more of a sardonic nature than hers.

  And then we both stood there for a breath, taking turns staring at the baby boy up against the wall, his face still buried in his book.

  I let out a sigh, still looking ahead. It was too easy. Real life was never that easy. “When did you figure it out?” I kept my stare as I continued my thought. “Who I am?”

  She didn’t miss a beat, nor did she look to me. “I had an idea, but it wasn’t until you told me your name was Hannah that I realized you were the Hannah Birk.” She chuckled.

  “The Hannah Birk, huh?” I was used to the backwards fame by now.

  She turned, now facing me. “I mean, I never met the Lieutenant General, but there has been a good amount of chatter among the ranks the last few weeks that you’d be joining the program.” And then she cocked her head at me. “How’d you know I knew?”

  I gave her a half smile. “You spoke of my over-protective mom, not my overprotective parents, hinting that you knew my father had passed.”

  “Ha.” She looked away. “I guess I did do that, huh?”

  I told her not to worry about it; I was used to people being awkward around me when my father was brought up. He was a war hero, who lost his life trying to save one of his teammates who had stepped on a land mine. And he did save that teammate, as well as a local child who had wandered into the mine-filled field. People loved him, worshipped him, and tried to mirror his bravery. They told me I should be proud, that I was lucky to have been raised by a man so great as he.

  But I didn’t think it was lucky to open the door on my sixteenth birthday, expecting to see my father after an eight-month tour, and instead to see the General of the Army, the man I had grown up knowing as Uncle Ted, in full uniform with a tear in his eye.

  It had been almost seven years since that day, and never once since had I seen myself as “lucky”.

  Needless to say, I had a love-hate relationship with the Army. I had grown up as somewhat of a military brat, but for the majority of my childhood, my father had been stationed at Fort Benning, where I was currently standing. He traveled a great deal, but with his high rank, my mother and I were often allowed to tag along. We lived in cool houses, I had close friends in very similar situations to me, and we enjoyed the spoils of an upper middle class kind of life.

  But it all changed the day he was taken away. I hated the military and everything attached to it. I hated whom they were and what they had to offer. And I kept up that hatred until the day I realized I had no way to pay for medical school.

  The government could have paid for my undergrad schooling. It was offered to me. But as an eighteen-year-old rebellious kid, who had recently lost her father, and was determined to prove that she could make it on her own, I didn’t
accept it. I took my partial scholarship, and I worked to make my loan payments.

  Four years later, though, I realized that I had gone into medicine in order to help others, and being stubborn about people who were offering to help me was ridiculous. I couldn’t afford it on my own. I needed help.

  But, I was never one to accept anything without deserving it. And that’s why I decided to enlist in the army.

  As soon as my application was processed, Uncle Ted came knocking on the door again. He explained to me that the Special Forces were offering a trial for women who might be interested in joining the elite team. Nothing was written in cement, but if the women chosen for the trial passed, there was a good possibility that the restriction on our sex among the Green Berets would be lifted. Not to mention, he thought I was a perfect candidate for the role of Medical Sergeant. He was offering me the ability to start my career in medicine right away, and then have the entirety of medical school paid for. Even with my reservations and my distain, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

  Plus, how badass would it be to claim that I was one of the first women to be admitted into the Special Forces?

  My dad would be so proud, and I really liked the thought of that.

  “You ready for this?” Amanda shook me from my daydream.

  “Not at all.” I laughed.

  “Good. Me neither.” She hooked her arm in mine, and together, we walked toward the front door.

  Chapter Five

  Charlie

  I woke up thinking about her: her big, chocolate eyes; her rich, flowing hair; her perfectly pouty lips highlighting her soft smile. Her face was forever imprinted in my memory. And the way she had just taken over the night before: from accusing me of tailing her, to following me to the bathrooms, to pushing me down and climbing on top of me during our little excursion, and then to promptly leaving without so much as a hint of offering me her phone number. She was unlike any girl… actually anyone… I had every met. To make such an impression in such a short amount of time… well, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  She didn’t even kiss me when we were finished. She just said, “That was fun. Maybe I’ll see you around the base.” Then she shrugged with a half smile and recanted. “Or maybe not. It’s a pretty big base, huh?”

  She soon snuck out of the bathroom, leaving me buckling my belt in stunned silence. When I walked back out into the bar, she was gone. And the fucked up thing was: I looked for her. I wanted to kiss her goodbye. I wanted to hold her again. Full disclosure: I wanted to wake up beside her the next morning.

  But I was sure it was just the combination of everything going on at work that was feeding my emotions and desires. The program was stupid: again, I was playing the role of babysitter. There were thirty women coming in the next day, and each would be put through a series of tests to see if they were even qualified to start the training program. Thirty of us “Bearded Bastards” were tasked with working one on one with the woman assigned to us, and then giving our professional opinion as to whether we’d be comfortable having them move onto the next level.

  I had read each file carefully, and at one point or another, had managed to meet each woman who was about to join the program. I had encountered twenty-four of them before at different camps throughout the years, had fucked sixteen of those twenty-four—and yes, I was proud of that fact—and the remaining six, I had spent the last week tracking down to see what I was in for. Hannah was my last homework assignment, and after last night, she was by far, my favorite.

  I finished up writing my assessment of Hannah Birk, and e-mailed it to my superior. He had asked us to note any previous interactions or personal relationships that might affect our opinion of their progress, but I had decided to go one step further by interacting with each and offering my thought as to who I believed I would be best suited to train.

  My superior was well aware of my personal relations with sixteen of the candidates, and he was also well aware of how I always end said personal relations, so I knew I would not be training any of those sixteen women. That left fourteen choices… well, technically thirteen, as I had just upped that number last night to seventeen, but I decided to leave that out of my notes. I kind of wanted to get assigned to Hannah. After meeting with each of them, I felt as though she would be the biggest challenge. Plus, with her father being a legend among the Snake Eaters, I figured taking her down would put me in the history books… well, at least on the army gossip chain.

  I reviewed my notes before heading into work. I had narrowed my choices down to four women:

  Ashley Trainer: a decorated army pilot who had done two tours in Afghanistan, but had a three-year-old son who missed his mommy.

  Belle Fahler: a recent graduate of Stanford with a degree in chemical engineering, but no real world experience.

  Amanda Learner: a home schooled army brat who finished high school two years early, and then went on to get a masters in psychology from UPenn. She had been stationed at Ft. Benning for a year now, working closely in the interrogation wing. I had yet to find any flaws, but she was a fiery redhead, and that always meant trouble.

  And of course, Hannah Birk: Valedictorian of her high school, Pre-med, and a famed father whom I had worked under for a stint and I did respect greatly. She had quite distaste for the military, but was extremely confident: in fact, it may be that she was too confident.

  And fuck, I was still thinking about her. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for me to work so closely with the woman my mind seemed to be wrapped around. My job was to break them, to prove to the institution that the Bearded Bastards needed to, in fact, be bearded.

  How was I supposed to defend our country if I was distracted by her plump ass and perky tits cuddled up next to me in a trench? Or if I was so worried that she’d be hurt, that I couldn’t rightfully protect my brothers?

  It just couldn’t work. That was the only way. The Special Forces could only be made up of men; I didn’t care how talented or smart these women were. They didn’t belong, and that was that.

  “Charlie, can you come in here for a second?” My superior called to me as I passed by his office. It was as though he knew where I was always. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had programmed me with a tracking device long ago.

  “What’s up boss?” I poked my head in, hoping it wouldn’t be a long conversation.

  “I’m looking over your notes, and I appreciate your thoroughness.” His eyes were transfixed on his computer.

  “And by thoroughness, you mean…” I had a feeling he was going to comment on my lack of indiscretion.

  “I don’t expect you to be celibate, son, and I know this program is hard for you to understand, but I need you to keep your dick in your pants with the girl I’m going to assign to you. We have to take this seriously.”

  “Yes sir.” I nodded, stepping further into his office. This was going to be a longer conversation than I had hoped it would be.

  “Now, I’m trusting you. This girl is important to us.” He took off his glasses to stare directly at me.

  I nodded, feeling the anticipation rise in my chest.

  She may be important, but I was going to break her.

  This was going to be fun.

  Chapter Six

  Hannah

  I tightened my boots as I waited in the hall for my next direction.

  “Command Sergeant Major Reynolds will see you now, Ms. Birk.”

  Amanda winked at me as I stood and thanked the young man who had just addressed me.

  “Go get ‘em.” She mouthed as I straightened out my shirt.

  I slowly stepped into the office and immediately saluted the decorated Sergeant standing before me.

  “As you were, Ms. Birk.” He smiled a much more relaxed smile than I would have expected from someone of his station. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope you know how much we all respected your father.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Of course, the first thing he brought up was my father. That simp
le act didn’t bode well for me succeeding on my own accord.

  “I want to introduce you to your mentor for the next two weeks, First Sergeant…”

  “Charlie.” I heard a voice cut off the Command Sergeant from the corner of the room.

  My focus turned to the deep, oddly familiar voice.

  “Call me Charlie.”

  And there he was, the man who I had one crazy night with and assumed I’d probably never see again.

  …The man who I took pride in being stalked by because he was just too damn hot to think anything else.

  …The man who looked even more debonair in his uniform and was causing my lady parts to sweat uncontrollably at the thought of his power.

  …The man who was smiling the smile of a man who had known this exact moment was going to happen all along.

  Maybe I underestimated him.