Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories)

by Joyner, GP

  “So?” Geon asked, his voice low and primal. Sally choked.

  “More,” she finally managed to say, though she immediately regretted it. Oh God, what are we doing? This is wrong, so wrong, but, oh…shit..

  Geon had leaned in again, this time grabbing the back of Sally’s head and pulling her in, while his other hand cupped one breast through her shirt, stroking it through the fabric. Immediately, Sally’s body responded with a thrill of desire, and without thinking she moved her hand upward, tracing the outline of his manhood through his sweatpants.

  “I can’t,” Sally said, panting as she pulled away despite Geon’s grip on her hair. “I can’t…I’ve never…this is…”

  “It’s what you want,” Geon growled, pulling her back in again. “And you know it.”

  “Oh,” Sally said as his mouth covered hers again, his fingers finding her erect nipple through her loose shirt and gently tweaking it. Sally could feel her sex radiating heat through her body, her thighs clenching together in desire, her body feeling heavy and needy.

  Before she could protest, she felt Geon’s arms encircling her, pulling her upwards through the air, until she sat straddling him. She could feel his hardness underneath her, rubbing deliciously against her own delta, her pajama shorts offering little resistance. As Geon’s hands found her breasts once more, cupping them and gently teasing her nipples, she felt her hips taking control, rubbing herself against him as delicious pleasure filled her body.

  “I never…I’ve never…Geon, please, I’ve never even…” she stuttered, mind desperately trying to make sense of the pleasure she felt, the wrongness of it, her own virginity.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he said. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this…”

  The words hit her like a train, their dirtiness only making her more wet as she gyrated against him. One of his hands moved downwards, slipping down the front of her shorts, and she gasped, clutching him close as his fingers trailed upwards, just grazing her throbbing button.

  Pushing her shorts to the side, she felt his hands moving underneath her. With a cry of shock, she felt something hard and plushy underneath her dripping entrance. She looked down, making eye contact with him, trapped in his protective gaze.

  “Are you…are you…are you sure…” she moaned as her body responded to the stiffness pressing against her. She’d never thought about how she lost her virginity; she certainly hadn’t expected it to happen this way. Her stepbrother’s body was massive as she gripped it, his muscles tight with anticipation.

  “Let me take you,” Geon growled, and the words were like a flood of heat through Sally’s body. He gripped her hips, his cock positioned just below her. Slowly, he pressed himself upwards while at the same time pulling her down. Sally’s eyes rolled back as she felt him filling her, stretching her. A sharp burst of pain, mellowing to a dull ache, and then she gasped; he had entered her all the way, his manhood throbbing inside her, claiming her.

  “Oh, Geon,” she moaned, throwing her arms around his shoulders as the pain dulled and dulled until finally disappearing, swallowed by a pleasure she’d never imagined. Wiggling her hips, she felt him move inside her, pulsing slightly, her clit rubbing against his torso. A wave seemed to be building up inside her as he pulsed, and she found herself moving out of some crazed need, lifting herself up and down, using his broad shoulders for balance as he slid in and out of her slowly.

  “This feels…oh my God this feels…this…oh, what’s happening,” Sally asked, her mouth dropping open, eyes wide as she looked into his, the wave seeming to build and build as her muscles tensed. Anticipation sparked at her nerves, her thighs tight, the wave of pressure rising…

  “You’re gonna come,” Geon said, holding her by the waist with one hand and the back of the neck with the other. His hand moved slowly from her waist to her lower stomach, and his thumb slipped between her folds, grazing her clit once more.

  Sally slammed herself downward, feeling herself stretched to her limits, the wave building until it finally broke in a torrent of white light and sparkling bliss, her muscles snapping like rubber bands, sweat glistening on her white flesh as she bucked and squirmed on Geon’s lap. Her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed against him, panting.

  In a single motion, he’d rolled her over, pulling out of her tight slit and pumping himself twice until he came, spilling warm seed across her stomach while she watched, awed at the amount of it, her body still buzzing with bliss, the warm sensation almost adding to it.

  Geon groaned as he lowered herself beside her on the bed. They lay, silent and panting, as reality seeped back in.

  “Shit,” Sally said, the word harsh on her tongue. “What did we just do…”

  “We had sex,” Geon said. “Do you feel…do you feel bad?”

  Sally considered this. She didn’t feel as bad as she thought she might.

  “Well, I mean…it feels kind of wrong…and I guess…I mean…I never thought I’d lose my virginity this way…”

  “Would there have been a better way?” Geon asked pointedly. “I mean, you should lose it to someone who loves you, and…”

  His voice trailed off. Sally studied him; his dark face was impassive but, underneath the mask, emotion roiled.

  “Are you saying you love me?” Sally said slowly, quietly.

  Sally felt her heart beating fast, and almost seeming to overfill. Tears pricked at her eyes. He nodded.

  “Does this mean…now that, you know…you might stop doing all that dumb stuff? Geon, I’m so afraid for you, all the time I’m just afraid you’ll come home in handcuffs, or hurt, or worse…”

  Seeing a single tear fall down her face, Geon leaned forward, wiping it away with his thumb.

  “I never thought I had a future, no matter what. I mean, I thought…you were the thing I wanted most. More than college or anything. And knowing I couldn’t have you…what was there for me to do but act reckless? I wasn’t going to be happy, anyway.”

  “Well…maybe you could be happy now…” Sally said softly. “I mean, I don’t know how any of this is supposed to work. Our parents are downstairs right now, Geon. Oh,my God…”

  “Don’t think of them,” Geon said, shaking his head. “They won’t always be downstairs. They won’t be in New York.”

  Sally’s eyes shone with tears, the strangeness of it all both sweet and painful and confusing. She felt waves of anger towards him, for keeping all this from her for so long. And regret, that it took so long for it all to come out in the open. And affection, and something she’d always thought she felt with Mike, but maybe never really had.

  “Will you be?” she asked. “You know…in New York?”

  “I could be,” he answered, a grin breaking over his handsome face. “Why not? Not like I’m gonna stick around here just to go to community college.”

  Suddenly, the quiet tone between them was broken by Todd’s voice bellowing up the stairs.

  “Are you ever going to come downstairs, Sally? We’re getting dinner soon,” the voice echoed up through the hallway. Sally’s breath caught in her throat; she was still covered in Geon’s seed, and the blush on her cheeks was enough to light a candle.

  “Uh, soon,” she called back, voice wavering. They waited, still as stones, for a response.

  “Okay,” Todd’s voice came, cheerily enough. Sally released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. But when her eyes met Geon’s again, there was a sparkle of a secret in his that made her smile. And then laugh. Looking down at herself, she couldn’t contain her laughter. Geon’s voice joined hers, and they laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

  An hour later, the two descended the stairs. The smell of pizza wafted through the house; Sally was still ravenous despite the nacho’s she’d had. Geon followed close behind. Jillae looked at him with surprise; usually, he skipped dinner with the family unless forced to,

  “Will you be joining us?” she said, looking at the table set for three. He shrugged and
nodded.

  “It’s pizza,” he said, and Jillae smiled, the first genuine smile that Sally had seen her give Geon in what felt like years. Closing the circle, he smiled back.

  THE END

  Bad Marine

  Bad Boy Military Romance

  G.P. Joyner

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  Sara Harper was frustrated. She was frustrated because, yet again, she was being packed up and moved across the world to some dirt village in the middle of nowhere. All she wanted was to be a normal 18 year old girl who graduates high school then moves away to college where she can drink and experiment like all the girls on movies did. Unfortunately, she had to be born to a couple of hardcore humanitarians who dedicated their lives to aiding the less fortunate of the world.

  Sara's father, Dr. Jack Harper, went to remote areas of the world and set up clinics for those who had no access to medicine. Her mother, Emily, set up schools and educated the children of whatever tribe they were living with. As a child, Sara loved this sort of lifestyle and she thought that her parents were heroes for the work they did. She still believed it, but as a young woman she was ready to leave the jungles and deserts and start a normal life.

  The only times she saw Western civilization was when her parents brought her to their home in Florida so they could restock on supplies and give Sara a chance to visit with her grandparents before venturing out to save another group of lost natives. As the years went by, Sara started to find it harder and harder to leave the comfort of Florida.

  “Where are we going again?” Sara asked her mother as she pulled her battered and faded suitcase from its resting place in her bedroom closet.

  “Central Africa to go live amongst the Nguntu people,” Emily responded as she helped Sara fold up her clothes and pack them into the suitcase.

  “How do you and dad even hear about these people?” Sara asked as she ran her hand through her long, dark hair.

  “Your dad has friends in a lot of places,” Emily said, tossing Sara's socks into the suitcase. “One of those friends works for the UN and he tells your dad about people who need our kind of help.”

  “If dad's friend is such an important person, then why doesn't he get someone else to go?” Sara asked as she tossed herself onto her bed.

  “How many times have we gone over this?” Emily asked softly as she sat down on the bed next to her daughter. “This is what your father and I do. We are blessed to have such nice things like running water and electricity and medicine. Other people in the world aren't that lucky. We are just trying to help them out. This world would be a better place if more people did what we did.”

  “I know that you and dad enjoy this kind of stuff,” Sara said as she crossed her arms across her chest. “I used to really like it, too. I just want to be home where I can make friends and go to school and maybe chase my own dreams.”

  “What kind of dreams do you want to chase?” Emily asked in an effort to console her pouting child.

  “I don't know,” Sara sighed. “Maybe I could get into fashion and design or become a journalist. All I know is that the Nguntu village probably doesn't have a lot of college options for me.”

  “You're right,” Emily admitted as she stood back up and finished packing Sara's clothes. “You do deserve the opportunity to follow your own heart. It isn't fair of your father and I to force you into doing what we want anymore. You're a grown woman now. It's time for you to leave the nest.”

  “Do you really think so?” Sara asked as she bolted upright in her bed, suddenly feeling excitement in her chest.

  “I really think so,” Emily said. “I'll make you a deal. You come on this one last trip with us and when we get back, you can go to any school you want. Your father and I will pay your tuition for whatever you want to study.”

  “Is dad going to be okay with this?” Sara asked, her heart pounding and a smile stretching across her face.

  “He will if I talk to him,” Emily said with a wink. “You're father can never say no to me.”

  “Thank you so much, mom,” Sara shouted as she threw her arms around her mother and squeezed her tightly.

  “Why don't you go shower and get ready for dinner tonight with Grandma and Grandpa,” Emily said as she returned her daughter's hug.

  Sara released her mother and looked down at herself. She was still wearing her yoga pants and sports bra and smelled of sweat. She had been out for a run and received the news that she was moving just as she got home. Sara shrugged and skipped off to the bathroom to go clean up.

  She closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She couldn't stop smiling as she thought about how her days of dirty mud huts were almost behind her forever. As steam filled up the bathroom, Sara stripped off her exercise clothes. She admired her form in the mirror and did a little turn so she could check herself out. The upside to living in jungles her whole life was that she was in very good shape. Her muscles were toned and firm from a lifetime of running and climbing. Her breasts were perky and a solid C-cup and her hips and ass gave her a perfect hourglass figure. Her long, dark hair in combination with her brilliantly blue eyes had gained her many marriage proposals from many chiefs and princes in her life. Fortunately, her parents knew how to deny those proposals.

  Sara washed herself quickly under the hot water and thought about how much she was going to miss hot running water when it was time to leave. Once she was done rinsing herself off, she shut the water off and wrapped herself in a towel. Back in her bedroom, she put on a light blue sundress and a pair of white high heels. She was really going to miss being able to dress up.

  “Sargent Freeman!”

  Harry Freeman winced as he heard his name shouted from his commander's office. He recognized the tone and knew that once again he had been caught doing something against regulations. Of course, he knew that he had been breaking rules left and right, the only question was which one he had been caught breaking. As innocently as he could, he strolled into Captain Harrison's office.

  “What can I do for you, Captain?” Harry asked with a smirk on his face.

  “Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Sargent,” the Captain spat as he stood up from his chair. “You really think you could get away with this bullshit in my unit?”

  “I don't really know what you are referring to,” Harry said nonchalantly.

  “You know damn well what I'm talking about,” Captain Harrison said, his face turning red. “Somebody deflated all the tires on Bravo company's jeeps. Their Major is climbing up my ass looking for the culprit. He's looking to hang somebody over this. This kind of childish behavior will not stand in my Army.”

  “You can't prove that was me,” Harry said throwing his hands into the air. “Even if it was me, I only would have done that because Major Dawkins is a major asshole.”

  “God dammit, Freeman,” Captain Harrison shouted. Harry began to fear that the veins in his neck were going to rupture if he yelled any harder. “You are a Sargent in the United States Army. You are supposed to be a leader. I expect better of you. This kind of behavior can't go unpunished.”

  “So, you are blaming me?” Harry asked, knowing that testing the Captain any further was probably a bad idea.

  “Of course I'm blaming you,” Captain Harrison said, spit spewing from his mouth.

  “Is it because I'm black
?” Harry asked, putting one more toe over the line.

  “I don't give a shit that you are black, Freeman,” the Captain spat. “I only care that you have a history of pulling this kind of crap. You were disciplined just last week for using the medic's saline packs to cure your hangover.”

  “I know a lot of guys that do that,” Harry said, trying to defend his actions.

  “It was a Wednesday for Christ's sake!” Captain Harrison shouted out. Finally, the anger seemed to burn itself out and the Captain calmed down and took his seat again. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, sounding exasperated. “I can't keep you around base. You just get into more and more trouble. I'm afraid of deploying you into combat because I don't know if you can control yourself in that kind of environment. You might get somebody killed with you shenanigans. I would have your ass kicked out of the Army, but you are too damn good at your job to lose.”

  “It's true,” Harry chipped in. “I'm the best vehicle mechanic in the entire unit. I believe I hold the record for the fastest transmission replacement on the base.”

  “And that's your problem,” Captain Harrison said with frustration in his voice. “You're a damn good worker and you are smart. You just don't have enough to keep your mind busy so you find other projects to work on and those projects make everyone else's life hell.”

  “It's not exactly the Army life that my recruiter promised me,” Harry said with a smirk.

  Suddenly the Captain sat straight up in his chair with a twinkle in his eye. “I think I know the perfect place to put you. It's an opportunity for you to stay busy and it gets you out of my hair.”