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Nine Tales of Hot and Steamy Taboo Romance
By Veronica Vaughn
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Contents
His Tight Little Military Brat
The Fireman’s Hot Little Brat
The Alpha Billionaire’s Tight Little Brat
Break Me
His Tight Little Brat
The Brat in His Bed
Naughty Little Brat
The Brat & the Beast
My Forbidden Military Man (excerpt)
Whether It Fits
His Tight Little Military Brat
James is an Army captain who serves his country well. When the brawny military man returns home from his long deployment in Iraq, he is stunned to find that he barely recognizes the naive and fertile little lady who's been waiting for him on the home front.
Ellie grew up while James was fighting overseas. Now their forbidden desire is building toward the breaking point. When a chance encounter thrusts them together in a remote cabin, the man of the house gives in to his taboo lust. He'll take what he wants, when he wants it—whether it fits or not.
I.
For a Tuesday afternoon, the airport was absolutely bustling. Throngs of people jostled me as they rushed to and from their flights, annoyed that I was standing still and refusing to move along with the flow of bodies.
I didn’t care. Nothing and no one was going to budge me from my watchful spot at the base of the escalators, just around the corner from the baggage check. My stepdad James was about appear any moment now. After his nine-month deployment to Iraq, I was so excited to see him that I must have been driving everyone around me crazy. I just wanted everything to be perfect.
My best friend Izzie kept trying to comb her hair with her fingers, as if she had any hope of untangling those unruly red curls. She was standing next to my grandparents in a row, each of them holding a sign in big block letters that I had written with magic markers.
“WELCOME”
“JAMES!”
“HOME”
Their signs were out of order! How did that happen? I rushed forward, straightening them out.
“No, Grandma,” I said, taking her by the elbow, feeling her frail bones in my fingers, “you’re over here, on Paw Paw’s left side. There, that’s better.”
I sized up the signs again, checking for any more mistakes. Yes, now they made sense. “WELCOME HOME JAMES!”
I was so busy making sure Grandma and Paw Paw were staying in line that I wasn’t even facing the escalator when Grandma’s face suddenly brightened. She had spotted James! I spun around, and there he was, beaming back at us as he descended toward our joyous reunion.
Captain James Thomas. He was finally here. Back in the United States, where he belonged.
War had changed him physically, accentuating his masculine features in all the right ways. His jaw was more chiseled than ever. James was in great shape before he left, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the way his arms and chest bulged beneath his desert fatigues. The bulk of his upper body tapered down to his slender waist and muscular legs. James’ matching camouflage baseball cap was pulled low, shielding his eyes, and a canvas duffle bag was thrown over his shoulder.
Watching him ride the escalator toward me, for some reason I became self-conscious about my own appearance. How much had I changed in the past nine months? I was a late bloomer in high school, but my curves had finally begun to fill out. My best feature was my round little butt, although I occasionally caught guys checking out my rack, something that never happened just six months ago.
The biggest change, however, was that I had turned eighteen. I was an adult. I had bought lottery tickets, winning nothing, and I had picked up a pack of cigarettes, which were disgusting. I was also interested—very interested—in having sex for the first time, if only the right guy would come along.
I hoped James didn’t remember me as the spoiled brat I used to be. Things would be different now.
I clapped my hands in excitement and ran to greet James as he walked down the final few steps. I jumped and threw my arms around his neck. His duffle bag fell to the floor as he scooped me up and spun me around, oblivious to the other travelers in the airport who had to dodge my swinging legs.
I couldn’t stop giggling.
James set me down and let his eyes pass up and down my body. His attention made me feel so pretty. I was wearing a cute little sundress that showed just the right amount of cleavage to show off my perky breasts. Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, I twirled around for him, my skirt spinning in the air.
“Damn, Ellie,” James said. “You’re all grown up now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, a demure smile crossing my lips.
“My little girl,” he said, shaking his head in wonderment at my transformation. “That will teach me to go away for so long.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment before James remembered the rest of his welcoming party. He hugged Grandma first, then Paw Paw. They were his in-laws, and they had remained close after Mom died. At first they had wanted me to live with them, but James didn’t want to uproot me from my school and the home we had lived in for years. Anyway, James might not have been my biological dad, but he had always been a wonderful stepfather. Really, he was more of a dad to me than my real dad ever was, but that’s not a subject I really want to go into.
“Hi, Bill,” James said to Paw Paw. “How’ve you been? Still fixing up the cabin?”
“Why, I finished up the renovations over two months ago!” Paw Paw said. “It sure is a beauty. And you wouldn’t believe the bargain I got on the lumber, although the plumbing and electric costs were obscene. Oh well. Now that all the work is done I can focus on what retirement is really all about.”
Grandma and I exchanged a glance. “Fishing,” we both said in unison.
James laughed. He and Paw Paw had bonded over long, lazy afternoons casting their fly reels, often waist-deep in cold mountain streams.
“You’ll have to come up one weekend,” Paw Paw said. “The trout will be biting soon. You could probably use a little rest and relaxation anyway after nine months in the desert.”
“That’s the truth,” James said. “I can’t wait to see it. Oh, hi there, Izzie,” he added, noticing my friend, who had been hanging back while the family reunion took precedence. “Thanks for coming to greet me.”
Izzie was chomping on bubble gum and still trying to keep her curly red hair out of her eyes.
“Sure thing, Mr. Thomas,” she said. “And, um, thank you for your service.”
James winced. He had mixed feelings about that feel-good bromide, thank you for your service. People were always thanking him, and it made him uncomfortable. Even so, he knew Izzie was not one to put much thought into her words.
“You’re very welcome, Izz,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a lighthearted squeeze. “And thank you, also, for thanking me for services rendered.”
From the look on Izzie’s face it was obvious she was a little confused, but she graciously accepted his thanks anyway.
“What are we all standing around here for?” Paw Paw asked. “Let’s get you home.”
Paw Paw stooped over and tried to lift James’ duffle b
ag. He grabbed it by the strap and hoisted it about an inch off the ground, then thought better of it and let James carry his own bag. As our little group walked through the airport, James ran his hand through my bangs and over the top of my head, playfully mussing my hair. That’s how he had always teased me when I was younger, because he knew it drove me nuts for a single strand of hair to be out of place.
I could feel James’ eyes on me as we walked to the car.
“Since when did you start wearing such short little dresses?”
“Ever since my stepdad wasn’t around to tell me not to.”
“Well, you look beautiful,” James said. “You look just like …”
His voice drifted off. Lost in thought, James began to massage my shoulders. When we reached the airport exit his hand ran down to the small of my back. Little sparks of electricity sent tingles up and down my spine as he guided me through the door.
I smiled to myself, happy to know my stepdad was finally home.
II.
The drive from the airport was about half an hour. Paw Paw was behind the wheel, and he did most of the talking, filling in James on every excruciating detail about the cabin he had recently finished renovating. It had been a real fixer-upper when he bought it, so run down that I couldn’t believe Paw Paw was seriously going to spend a dime on such a worn-down shack. But he saw its potential, and he had always wanted a place on Whitewater River.
“Paw Paw, you hush up about that cabin and let James talk,” Grandma scolded. “You hadn’t seen him in nine months, and now you won’t let him get a word in.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” James assured her. “To tell you the truth it’s nice to talk about something other than sandstorms and IEDs.”
“What do you know about IEDs?” Izzie asked. “My mom wants me to get one because I can never remember to take my pill. But it seems kind of scary to put a fish hook inside you.”
I elbowed Izzie. “He’s talking about something different,” I whispered from the side of my mouth.
We turned onto our street, with its rows of cute little brick homes shaded by leafy trees. It felt strange to be back in the old neighborhood, approaching the place that was my home up until nine months ago. No one had lived there while James was away, although Grandma did hire a housecleaner to tidy the place a few weeks ago in anticipation of James’ arrival.
“Here we are,” Paw Paw said as he steered onto the driveway. “Home, sweet home. I’d help you with your bags, but it looks like you’ve got it under control.”
Izzie and I went into the house with James while Paw Paw and Grandma waited in the car. James threw his duffle bag down on the couch and immediately kicked his boots off.
“God, it feels good to be under my own roof again,” he said. “I didn’t even realize how much I missed this place till I walked through that front door.”
“I gotta use the bathroom,” Izzie said.
I smiled. It did feel good to be home again, to be with James again after such a long time apart. James noticed my smile and he grinned widely, crinkles forming beyond the corners of his eyes. His skin was deeply tanned and a bit more leathery than I remembered. I guess nine months under the desert sun would do that to anybody.
He grabbed me and gave me a huge hug, pulling me in close. I wrapped my arms around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar inviting scent of aftershave and sandalwood. I could feel the firm muscles of his chest swelling with every breath, my body rocking peacefully to the rhythm of his heart.
“There, there,” James said, petting my hair. “Your grandparents are waiting for you in the car.”
“I want to stay here tonight,” I said. “I want to sleep in my own bed for a change.”
James grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “I don’t know, Ellie. Your grandparents have gotten used to having you around.”
“Please?” I asked.
He studied my face for a moment. “Okay, baby girl,” he said, deploying the nickname he gave me when I was younger. “You can stay. Go tell your grandparents. Are you staying, too, Izzie?”
“No sir, not tonight,” Izzie said. “Um, also? You’re out of toilet paper.”
III.
I didn’t plan this one through very well. Most of my stuff was still at my grandparents’ house. Rifling through the closet in my bedroom, I dug up an old white cotton nightie that I used to wear when I was like a sophomore in high school. When I tried it on, it was ridiculously small. Surely I hadn’t grown that much in two years! My boobs were practically spilling out of the top, and my ass was practically spilling out the bottom.
I checked myself out in the mirror, feeling kind of sexy and kind of mortified to see my long legs running right up to my pink panties, which were just barely visible if I bent over even a smidgen.
Staring at the reflexion of my figure, I told myself not to be so self-conscious. James and I were supposed to watch a movie, just like old times. It’s not like I couldn’t stay locked in my bedroom while he sat on the couch, waiting for me so he could hit play.
When I walked into the living room, a look of surprise washed over James’ face, his eyes sweeping downward from my chest to my legs, then back up, settling on my cleavage for half a second longer than it took to be obvious about it. With James practically ogling my breasts in my skimpy nightie, I was surprised to feel a slight stirring deep inside me. Something was tingling between my legs, and I had a sudden urge to rub myself against something firm, like the armrest of the sofa.
Instead, I just stood there, my lips widening into a coy smile. He was such a ruggedly handsome man, but right now he just looked adorable, like a kid in a candy shop or something. When James realized that I was watching him watching my tits, his face flashed red with embarrassment. He quickly composed himself, though.
“Oh, um … are you ready to watch the movie?” he asked.
“You can’t be serious!” I teased. “Where’s the popcorn?”
“Ah, right,” James smiled. “Old traditions die hard.”
“Be right back,” I said, swiveling around, my nightie twirling to give James a little peek of my panties. I smiled myself as I pranced into the kitchen, sure that James was enjoying his private little show.
After nine months serving his country overseas, James deserved a little special attention. My mind wandered as I popped the corn on the stovetop—none of that microwave stuff for our family—thinking of naughty things that James could do to me if he wanted.
Then a sickening realization came to me.
This popcorn was for our family. As in me and James, my stepdad. What was I even thinking? It didn’t matter that he was the man of my dreams. He and I were family, and I was an awful person for even allowing myself to fantasize about something more—something I could never have.
Still reprimanding myself, I poured the hot popcorn into the oversized bowl we always used on movie nights, then drizzled on the butter and salt. I set the bowl in front of James and joined him on the couch.
“Mmm, homemade popcorn,” James said, breathing in the buttery aroma. “We couldn’t get the real thing at our forward operating base.”
“That must have been a real sacrifice for you,” I teased.
“You have no idea,” he said. “It’s crazy to think about the little things you miss over there. I mean, I missed you sometimes. But take away popcorn? That’s just brutal.”
“You big jerk, you know you missed me!” I squealed, punching him in the ribs.
James reflexively grabbed me and put me in a playful headlock, pinning my face against his rock-hard abs as he rubbed the top of my head with his knuckles. He was treating me like a little kid again, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Okay, stop! Stop!” I begged.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked.
“I’m always a good girl,” I replied.
“That’s true,” he said, releasing me from his grip. His suddenness caught me off guard, an
d I stumbled onto his lap, my cheek brushing against an unmistakable bump between his legs. I stifled a gasp. James was sporting a semi!
I quickly sat up. James threw his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled into him for a movie that he had picked out for us. For some reason James never remembered that I liked romantic comedies—not action flicks. Explosions and body parts flying did nothing for me. But I figured I should let the man watch what he wanted to. He’d let me pick out the next movie anyway.
I rested my head against James’ chest, his heavy arm resting on my shoulders, weighing me down. His fingers trailed down my arm, absent-mindedly running circles on my bare skin. His touch was driving me wild. My body was rebelling, and I couldn’t focus on the movie at all with so many feelings racing through my brain.
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