Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance (12 page)

After we’d finished our supper, which was surprisingly tasty, he motored to a barebones motel. I was dubious about it, but Shane insisted the place was “nothing fancy, but good enough for me.”

Okay, fine. That meant it had to be good enough for me, too, or I’d look like the rich girl snob that he already thought I was. At least it was on the water and tucked away from the usual touristic traffic.

When we got inside, though, I checked the mattress for bedbugs. There are certain places where I am not going to sleep! No sign of insect colonies, to my relief.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just tucking in the sheet. Military tight corners.”

He gave me a suspicious look as he schlepped in the carrying cases with our belongings. Mostly his belongings. Between the cases and the water carriers, he had a shitload of stuff. I think he would have brought the bike, in too, if the room had been big enough, but he settled for locking its wheels together with a thick chain.

“I thought we were camping out,” I said, just to annoy him.

He surveyed the small room he’d rented for the night. Its entire furnishings consisted of one double bed with a saggy mattress and a single wooden chair. An old air conditioner rattled in one window. Instead of a closet, there was a recessed area with a bar for three wooden hangers and a ragged curtain. The other amenity was a small bathroom with toilet, sink and tiny shower stall.

“I need a shower,” he said. “You could probably use one too.”

“Gee thanks. Are you telling me I stink? It’s lovely having a future stepbrother who is so deft with a compliment.”

He sidled up to me and thrust his nose and lips along the line of my neck. “I like your smell. And shut up with the stepbrother talk.”

One of his hands found and gripped my breast. He squeezed. Not gently. I swayed toward him. Who needs gentle? I’d been clinging to his back all day. Feeling his ass and thighs bounce against mine. Enough of this tease—I wanted him. I’d done my time riding his bike. Now I wanted to ride his pelvis.

I dropped to my knees and tore at his trousers. Screw the shower; we’d already been in the sea today, so we were reasonably clean.

I got him out of his pants and underwear in record time and sucked his amazing dick, already thick and hard, into my mouth. He tasted fine to me—warm and a little salty. The head of his cock was velvety and the ridges and veins were fully engorged. I played at the rim and then greedily swallowed as much as I could of him. He filled me completely and I had to focus on breathing through my nose, but it was hot as hell.

Shane groaned and slid his fingers into my hair. He held my head still and drove even deeper into me several times, claiming me, using me. He was rough, but I didn’t care. I thought about the way he’d fucked me on the night we’d met—the way he’d taken control. It had been new to me, and strangely exciting. Would he do that again? Why did I want him to?

I needed the mental blankness that came with fast and furious sex with Mr. Hot-Ass SEAL. Everything in my life was so planned and controlled, so neat and tidy. That was the way I liked it. It made me feel safe. Planning kept the demons at bay.

But this week, I didn’t have to plan anything because Shane was giving me orders. I didn’t necessarily plan on obeying all his orders, but when it came to sex, I liked it. This was way hotter than any other sexcapade I’d ever had.

I worked him with my mouth and tongue, sucking hard while I twirled my tongue around the head and the sensitive underside. I also slid my hand over his balls and caressed him there while bobbing my head on his dick. It excited me, kneeling before him. Even though I wouldn’t necessarily put giving head at the top of my list of sexy things to do with other guys, I loved it with him. I wanted to get him off. I was putting some real effort into it when he groaned and jerked himself out of my mouth. “Shower first, babe.”

“No.” I tried to take him back, but he pulled away. “Why? I want to please you.”

“Because I said so, that’s why. You wanna please me, you obey.” He pulled me up from the floor and pushed me in the direction of the bathroom. “Get in there.”

“Are you coming too?”

“You bet I am.”

Shower together? Okay, I could live with that. The stall looked pretty tiny for anything too adventuresome, but we could probably make do. “Wait, I need my shampoo.”

“Fuck your shampoo.” He turned on the water and undressed me with the skill of a man who has undressed a whole lot of women. Then he pushed me into the stall, shook off the remainder of his things, and joined me in the small tile-lined space.

“Are you some kind of clean freak?” I asked, remembering his spotless apartment back in California.

“Nope.” He was sudsing up his hands. “I just like the slippery feel of soap over skin.” He proceeded to demonstrate. He pushed me back against one wall and devoted considerable attention to my breasts. He had magic hands and it didn’t take long before I was panting and squirming against the shower tiles. I don’t think my nipples have ever been so clean, or so hard.

I tried to wash my hair while he was caressing me, but I ended up with soap in my eyes. He laughed at me, the big jerk. “Settle down and let me do it. You just won’t quit, will you?” he added when I reached down with soapy hands to massage his dick. I wanted to torment him as much as he was tormenting me. “Stand still before I punish that wayward ass of yours.”

I laughed at him. “Yeah and that’s supposed to make me follow your orders? You’ve got a lot to learn about me.”

“I reckon I do.” He ground himself into me, all his hard wet muscles and his irresistible cock smashed between my belly and his. “But right now I wanna learn how the sweet inside of your pussy feels.”

For a moment I was afraid he might thrust without a condom and I panicked a bit, but all he did was rub and tease me until we were both gasping for breath and pressing our mouths and bodies together frantically.

When we finally got out of there, the hot water had gone cold and our bodies were both rigid. Drying off was something of a joke. He brought a towel with us to the bed and tossed it down beneath us, then he grabbed a condom pack, tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on. I was touching myself between my legs in the meantime. I couldn’t help it—I was so wet and ready and the sensations in my clit were driving me out of my mind.

When he crawled between my thighs and saw where my hand was, he laughed low and said, “I like watching that. But stop touching your clit. Slide your finger down inside and fuck yourself with it. Show me how you get off when you don’t have a man in your bed.”

“I usually use a vibrator.” I said this to taunt him, too, since most of the guys I’d known seemed to hate the thought of a woman using a vibrator, as if it were some kind of battery-powered challenge to their manhood. But Shane just grinned even wider. “I’d like to see that, too. In fact, I’d like to fuck you in the ass while you rub your clit with that vibrator. Did you bring it with you?”

Whoa. My future stepbrother wanted some anal action, too? This was going to be one wicked road trip. “Nope. I didn’t see vibrator on the packing list.” I stopped the self-pleasuring to take a good hold of his dick. “I’m expecting this will serve the purpose. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, now, would you?”

“Babe,” he said, pushing aside my hand and drilling the tip of his cock into my opening, “When I get through with you, you’re not gonna have any energy left to complain.”

He kept his promise. The first bout was fast and furious. We both had explosive orgasms, but I hoped we weren’t done. Turned out that Shane didn’t need much in the way of recovery time. He was young and so was I, but even so, it was amazing how fast the need came rushing back again. We built it more slowly the second time.

That sense I’d gotten before of him liking to control the bedroom action got stronger. I didn’t think of myself as submissive, not at all, but something about his penchant for dominating me in the bedroom really got my wheels spinning.

“Get on your hands and knees, babe.”

The mattress seemed a little bouncy for that, but I started to do it when he gave me a slap on the ass. “On the floor.”

I grinned at him. “If you are going to tell me to crawl around, forget it.”

He laughed and slid to the edge of the bed. “Just kneel. Remember your ass is mine all the way to Cabo.”

“Fine, Master,” I said, kneeling between his legs and going for his cock. I was pretty sure “suck my dick” was going to be the next command. “But my ass is sore from sitting on a goddamn motorcycle all day, so be gentle with me.”

“Ha! Not a chance,” he said, fisting my hair and driving his cock into my open mouth. I wasn’t gentle either. I sucked him as well as I could and did a few fancy things with my tongue as he pumped in and out of me. Then I gave him just the tiniest hint of teeth, which made him hesitate. My turn to laugh.

Looking up I could see the merriment in his eyes. It showed up there every now and then, confirming that the boy had a sense of humor buried somewhere. “You give great head, Cass, but seems you’ve got this tiny streak of aggression, doncha?”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I like it fine,” he retorted, hauling me back up on the bed and pushing me down. A moment later he dived between my legs for some impressive tongue action. “You’re hotter than hell, girl,” he said, next time he took a breath.

But I was already flying so high I had no words to answer him. He made my core ripple and burn. By the time he started fucking me again I was already tumbling headlong into erotic nirvana. He kept me right on the edge, though. I’m not even sure how he did it. He varied the rhythm just enough that I couldn’t come. “Not until I say you can,” he said, with an evil smile. My body should have ignored him, but for some reason it seemed to hang on his every word.

“Dammit, I’m almost there,” I moaned.

“Say my name.”

Oh god, oh god. I wouldn’t. My body went stiff and I was in that almost-there area where the slightest thing can push you over the edge. But he slowed to a stop, leaving me hanging.

“Say my name and I’ll let you come.”

“Jackass!”

I felt him chuckle. Just the movement of his laughter was enough—my entire body convulsed into something that could have won the Orgasm of the Year award.

He didn’t seem to mind, and it didn’t take him long to follow me over that knife edge of pleasure.

Afterward, we cuddled. It felt fine. I liked the way he could laugh during sex. Make me laugh, too. Maybe he wasn’t so awful, after all.

Chapter 26—Shane

Cassie’s head rested on my chest. I stared at her naked ass, still bruised from my hand clutching it. Her fingernails were tapping on my chest.

“Shane, why’d you really become a SEAL?”

Hell no, not again. I flipped her body off from me. “To kill people.”

She didn’t flinch. “No seriously. The adventure? To prove something to yourself?”

“Special Forces are still the only branch in the military where we don’t have to deal with women asking us stupid questions, like you’re doing now.”

She snuggled up to me. “I get you, I do. It’s the ultimate challenge. So few make it. I respect your determination.”

“I’m gonna take a walk. Rest your mouth because when I return it’s gonna be sucking on my cock.” I pulled on my shorts and walked out of the hotel room, desperate for some fresh air.

I hated being psychoanalyzed. It was like when I came home from a fucking deployment and I had to be interrogated by the navy psychiatrists to make sure I wouldn’t run off and kill a bunch of schoolchildren. I fed the quacks what they wanted to hear—killing the enemy didn’t bother me, I slept well at night, I was able to relate and have functional relationships with partners, friends and families.

Which was all bullshit. I was beyond fucked up. I had nightmares, brutal vicious nightmares starring the faces of the men I’d killed. The only people I could trust were my mom and my Teammates. I’d never trusted another woman, and I doubted I ever could. And despite how great Cassie made me feel, I doubted that she could ever love a killer.

I dealt with stress my way. Casual sex being my favorite therapy. I’d rather put a bullet in my brain then discuss my feelings.

Once outside, I sat on the sand in front of the hotel. I planned to stare at the ocean for a while, then pitch my tent and crash—alone. I felt a twang of guilt for expecting her to sleep solo. It was what it was.

I heard footsteps behind me. Cassie emerged from the hotel. She didn’t even acknowledge me, and slowly stripped off her clothes. The moonlight illuminated her incredible body. I thought she was going to try to talk to me, but she just ran toward the water, her breasts bouncing, her heart-shaped ass leaving me behind.

I took off my shorts and joined her, pulling her to the surf, wrapping her legs around me. This was more like it, no words, just raw sex, the rhythm of the waves guiding the cadence of our bodies.

Chapter 27—Cassie

After we’d fooled around in the surf and on the beach, I’d stumbled back into the little hotel room, taken another quick shower to get rid of the sand, and crawled into bed. I heard him come in a few minutes later and I heard the shower running as he, too, cleaned up. But I must have fallen asleep before he got into bed.

Shane awakened me the next morning, pounding on the hotel room door. Why was he outside? I could tell it was around dawn, far before my usual rising time, but he’d said we had to get an early start because of the heat. The plan was to travel in the morning before the sun reached its zenith, then stop and rest in the shade for lunch before continuing on later in the afternoon, when it was a bit cooler.

As I rose from the bed, I noticed his side hadn’t been slept in. At least, it didn’t look as if it had.

“Why’re you outside?” I asked when I unlocked the door.

He strolled in and headed for the bathroom. “Get packed up. We need to leave soon.”

I saw his small tent set up in the sand a few feet outside our door. “Wait. Did you sleep in the tent?”

“Yeah, I did. So?”

I looked at the bed, puzzled. It wasn’t huge but it was big enough for two. “Was I snoring or something?”