Raging Hard: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance (With bonus novel Based!) (2 page)

“Whiskey and soda.”

He looked away from me and toward the bartender. After a few seconds, he waved his hand in the air, giving the bartender a nod. The bartender immediately walked over.

“What can I get you?”

“Beer and a whiskey with soda.”

I gaped at him as the bartender walked away and started making the drinks.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“Confidence.”

“Seriously, do you know him or something?”

“That’s your problem, you don’t even realize what confidence can get for you.” He stood close to me, his nearness and his smell overwhelming me as he spoke in his deep, gruff voice. “You would have stood here quietly while that guy ignored you.”

“That’s not true,” I said meekly, annoyed with myself for my weak response.

“It’s absolutely true. But don’t worry, babe. I can handle it.”

The bartender returned with the drinks and my mystery man paid for them. He handed me mine and held up his beer.

“Cheers, to getting some confidence.”

I clinked his glass and sipped mine. I felt completely out of my league with this guy. He was basically calling me weak to my face, and yet the way he said it with his cocky smile and the easy way he had about him made me want to listen to him.

“So how do I get more confidence, then, if you’re such an expert?”

“You’re an attractive girl. You just need to get men eating out of your hand.”

“Oh yeah? That something you do a lot?”

“I eat out girls, sure. Not their hand though.”

I blushed. “I bet.”

The song changed and the guy perked up. “What’s your name?” he asked me.

“Claire.”

“Come on, Claire. Let’s dance.”

“I don’t really dance.”

He slammed his beer back, finishing it off, and then grinned at me. “With an ass like that, you don’t dance?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you have an ass I’d go home and jerk off to if I weren’t about to grind up against it.”

I was totally taken aback at how forward he was being. I was used to assholes coming up with stupid pickup lines, but this guy was something completely different. He was talking dirty, but there was nothing fake or put-on about it. He really meant what he was saying; there was no doubt in my mind.

And that excited me. I felt my pulse race and the heat between my legs suddenly ignite as he grabbed my hand.

“Come on, babe. I know you can dance.”

I took a deep sip of my drink and then put it back on the bar. “Okay. Yeah, I can dance.”

He pulled me along behind him, out toward the dance floor. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me up close to him as he melted into the crowd. The song was upbeat and fast, and everyone around us was sweating and grinding, a rhythmic mass of pulsing, oozing sex.

I usually avoided the dance floor at places like this. But as soon as he pressed his incredible body against mine and began to roll his hips, it was like instinct took over me. I moved along with him, our bodies grinding up against each other. His hand was on the small of my back, and I wrapped my arms around his thick shoulders, our faces inches apart, his eyes locked on mine, his face serious and intense.

We moved like that together and the world around us suddenly disappeared. Every worry and anxiety I had built up in my chest suddenly evaporated under the powerful and serious touch of my mysterious man. I’d never done something like this before, let alone felt so light and free. I didn’t care who was watching or what they thought; all I cared about was my body pressing up against his. He pressed his leg between my thighs and I began to rock my hips, grinding myself into his muscular body, pulled even closer by his strong arms.

It felt incredible, all endorphins and excitement and pleasure, as he worked to the music. I felt something hard between his legs press against my body, and I didn’t mind it. In the past I would have freaked out that a random guy was shoving his clearly-huge cock against me, but it only made my heart beat faster as we kept dancing. It made me feel sexy and excited all at once. I could tell I was losing myself and I loved it.

Soon, he spun me around, pulling my ass against his crotch, his hard cock shoved up against me. I worked my hips and shook my ass, dancing along with him. He kept the lead, keeping us to the beat, as his hands held my hips. I felt his breath on my neck and it was driving me wild. I couldn’t help but imagine what he was thinking, and what the people around us were thinking, and I loved it.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Normally I’d be too worried that someone would see me, maybe one of dad’s business associates. If he found out, he’d probably end up yelling at me for hours about how I embarrassed him and all that crap. I was such a good girl usually and always avoided embarrassing Dad, but tonight I didn’t care. None of that mattered to me at all; it was almost like it all existed in a dream.

The only thing I wanted was this incredibly handsome man. There was nothing else in the world but me and him and dancing, and the pleasure and excitement lancing through my body.

Suddenly, his strong hand slowly moved up my body, touching my breasts, and stopped at my chin. I stared into his eyes, my heart hammering in my chest, and suddenly I knew that I wanted it. I wanted him and I didn’t care if I wasn’t even sure what his name was. I didn’t care because for the first time in my life I felt excited and inspired. He tipped my chin back slightly, and our lips were suddenly pressed together. His soft, warm mouth kissed mine, and his tongue slipped between my teeth.

I completely lost myself right then and there. My panties were on fire, a soaking inferno of need and want. I’d never felt like this for a man before, let alone some total stranger. I didn’t even know his name. I’d never kissed someone without learning their name first, and yet there I was making out with him publically on the dance floor.

He suddenly moved away and began walking off toward the back of the club, tugging me along behind him. I followed, and I knew that I couldn’t do anything but follow. I wanted him and needed to see where things were going. It was a pure animal desire flooding me.

He walked past the VIP and I glanced up but didn’t see Lydie anywhere. We walked toward the back of the club where the bathrooms were. He parted through the crowd like they simply knew that he had to pass. Nobody bothered us, let alone stepped in our way. He ignored the lines and went through toward an unmarked door. He pushed it open and led us into a series of back rooms, obviously halls for the staff. Finally, there was a door with an “Exit” sign. He pushed through that and we were out in the cool beach air in the alley behind the club.

We were totally alone. I knew it was absolutely crazy to follow this guy out here. He could easily murder me or something like that, but I wasn’t afraid of him. Frankly, that worry only heightened my desire and excitement for him. Plus, something was telling me that he wasn’t dangerous.

“This is better,” he grunted, pressing me up against a wall.

“Are you this forward all the time?”

“Only with girls like you,” he said in my ear. “Only with girls that get me fucking rock hard on the dance floor.”

“I didn’t do that.”

“Sure you did. With that perfect fucking body.”

And then he was kissing me again, his hands grabbing my ass and pressing me up against his hard dick. I moaned slightly into his mouth and began to grind up against him, needing it so badly.

“Easy girl,” he grunted in my ear.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said, panting. “I don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” I felt his hand move up my leg and under my dress. I shivered as he slipped under my panties, gently thumbing my clit. I gasped as pleasure rolled down my back. Fire and passion raged inside of me, drowning out any part of me that wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing. My body was telling me yes, and I was going to listen.

“I don’t kiss guys when I don’t even know their name.”

“Would that help?”

He kissed my neck as he continued to work my clit. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and held on, standing on my tiptoes, pleasure and tension flooding and warring in my core. 

“Yes. I don’t know. Fuck that feels good.”

“I’ll give you a name. But only if you come for me.”

“I don’t think I can,” I said. But as he continued working me, kissing my neck, I knew that was a lie.

“Please. You’re panting. You’re practically about to burst,” he growled, grinning.

He was right. Shit, I’d never been so close to coming from a guy just rubbing me like that before. Normally I needed way more time, but with him it was fast and brutal and totally overwhelming.

“Okay. Okay, you can make me come,” I gaped as he kissed me again.

I began to move my hips with his hand working my clit, over and over, slow and fast circles sending pleasure bolting through my brain.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Come on, babe. Come nice and hard for me.”

And it overtook me, pleasure rolling like waves through my brain as my body contracted. I came on his fingers, his masterful, incredible fingers, and moaned loudly, not caring if someone heard. His hot breath on my neck only made it more intense as he whispered dirty encouragement into my ear.

“That’s right, come on my fingers. I love making this soaked little pussy come. I love your slick clit and perfect tits.”

Slowly it passed and he moved back, grinning at me.

“Holy crap,” I said, breathing deeply.

He took my hand and pressed it against his big, bulging cock. I squeezed and began to stroke it softly, my eyes wide.

“My turn now,” he grunted. “Think you can make me come?”

“I think so,” I said softly.

“I want to see you suck this cock. I want to see you swallow all my hot cum.”

I gasped and bit my lip, shocked. “First, what’s your name?”

“Nathan. You can call me Nate.”

I blinked and cocked my head. There was something about that name, something really familiar . . .

But before I could think of it, my phone began to buzz.

“Shit,” I said.

“Go ahead.” He nodded at my pocket.

I pulled out my old, beat-up phone and read the text. It was from Lydie.

shiitttttt I’m maddd dunk girl

And two more in quick succession:

siickkk as fuuuckkkk

omg bitch pukingggggg

I wrote back,
Where are you? Are you okay?

bathroom bitch just puked need to rally

I cursed under my breath, putting my phone away.

“What’s the matter, babe?” Nate asked.

“My friend. She’s wasted right now and needs some help.”

He grunted, nodding. “Well then, let’s go find her.”

I frowned down at his huge dick, still hard as hell. “I’m sorry.”

He grabbed me by the hair, a soft fist full, and pulled me close. I gasped as surprise and excitement filled me.

“You’ll pay me back.”

“When?”

“Later.” He grinned and let me go. “Come on.”

“She’s in the girl’s bathroom, I think.”

I followed him back inside, back through the hallways, and out toward the bathrooms. We skipped the line, ignoring the loud complaints of other girls. He silenced them with a look and followed me inside.

“What the fuck?” some girl putting lipstick on said as soon as she saw Nate.

“Helping a friend,” he grunted.

“Whatever, perv.”

“Lydie?” I called out.

“Claire? Bitch, is that you?”

The voice was coming from the far stall. She sounded awful, but I expected that. I walked over and stood outside the door while Nate leaned up against the wall, his arms crossed.

“It’s me. Are you okay?”

“I just puked up like a thousand dollars in drinks, but otherwise okay.”

“Can you get up?”

“I can dance but I can’t walk.”

Nate grinned at me and I smiled back. “Lydie, come on. I’ll get you a cab.”

“No. No way. I’m dancing!”

And then she puked again, a fresh heave. I cringed as I heard it hit the water.

“Okay, maybe not,” she mumbled, spitting.

“Come on, Lydie. Open up.”

The stall door unlocked and pushed open. Inside, Lydie was hugging the toilet bowl, looking miserable.

Part of me felt like she totally deserved it for her nasty comment earlier. But I knew Lydie was actually a great person at heart, even if she sometimes put her foot in her mouth.

“Come on, let’s get you up,” I said, trying to help her stand.

“No. No, thanks. I’m sleeping here.” She was dead weight as I struggled with her.

“Lydie, seriously. This isn’t funny. Let’s get you home.”

Suddenly Nate was there, moving me aside.

“Okay, girl, time to go,” he said, grabbing her by the arms and hoisting her up.

“Fuck!” she said as Nate placed her on her feet. “Who the hell is this dreamboat?”

“Lydie, this is Nate.”

“Well, Nate, you better carry me fast or I’m puking on your shirt.”

Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms and moved quickly back out the way we’d come. He carried her out the back door and into the alley and then up around toward the front. I had to hustle to keep up, my high heels annoying as hell as I struggled to stay close to them.

Finally, we were out front with all the cabs. Nate placed Lydie down on the curb and she slumped over, giggling like an idiot.

“I am so, so sorry,” I said to him.

He stood close, grinning. “Not often I get to save a damsel in distress.”

“You’re a wonderful knight.”

“All in a day’s work.” He pulled me up against him. “Now, how about sucking me dry?”

I smiled. “How can you still be thinking about that after hearing my friend puke?”

“Heard a lot worse in my time, trust me. And something about you drives me fucking crazy.”

I realized I felt the exact same way, despite how insane it seemed. I had just heard Lydie puke and saw it all in the toilet, and yet I still wanted to feel Nate’s hard cock in my mouth.

“Let’s go, bitch!” I heard suddenly.

I looked up and saw Lydie climbing into a cab.

“Shit!” I said, following after her. “Lydie, come on!”