Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance (18 page)

It was actually something further north than your feet I was looking for.

I grin and start to pull up the camera on my phone when he sends another one.

And I don’t mean your knees.

Yeah, no kidding. I know exactly what he wants, and for another brief second, I can’t believe that I find myself actually
contemplating
it again. What am I, insane? The flirtation and the little games we’ve been playing — not to mention the sordid history — is one thing. But
physical
evidence of our little indiscretions like actual photographs?
Please
. I’ve seen enough tabloid headlines to actually
shudder
at the thought of something like that leaking or being compromised publicly.

‘First daughter Adams sends topless pictures to her own stepbrother.’
It’s cringe-worthy to even think about, and I’m quickly shaking my head at myself, and how inappropriately far I’ve let this get.

Guess you’ll have to make due with toes, time for bed!

And with that, I turn my phone off and pull the covers back up to try and sleep Hunter Ryan off of my brain.

Of course, that last look at his picture message one more time before turning in doesn’t
exactly
inspire restful thoughts.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

At the end of the next day, I’m sitting back in my room, pulling my tie off and
still
waiting for a response. But I’m not going to get one; not from this girl.

And I’m still sitting there on the edge of my bed just toying with the fucking phone five full minutes later before I angrily shake my head and toss the phone back on the bed as I flop back onto it. What the
fuck
is wrong with me? There’s literally never been a time in my life when I’ve been
that guy
; the douche that sits in his room
waiting
for a girl to fucking get back to
me
.

Fuck that.

I don’t
wait
for girls, they wait for me. I don’t sit around like some pussy-whipped loser, ever.

Yeah, except here I am, and it’s all because of
her
. Before I can stop myself, I’m scowling as I reach for the phone and type out a text to her.

What, I still don’t get anything back after what I sent you last time?

The instant response irritates me, because it means she’s right there by her phone and
not
texting or calling me.

Aww, you wish.

I grin as I type out a reply.

Hey, I just don’t believe that you are taking care of yourself properly. Can’t blame a guy for wanting to do the right thing and help out.

Lol, and what exactly would a picture do to solve that?

I can feel my cock stir.

Nothing, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want a picture of that sweet pussy.

I can practically
feel
her blush through the phone, as ridiculous a notion as that is. I can imagine that token Maddie look of her lip drawn between her teeth; that pink glow to her cheeks.

My cock begins to grow as I just start to straight-up fantasize about her. I’m picturing the lip bite as she pulls her panties down, looking back over shoulder at me. I tense my jaw as I  picture her bending over, spreading that ass for me, her perfect pink lips between her legs so wet and begging for me.

I’m growling as I yank my belt undone and jerk the the zipper down before reaching inside,  pulling out my rapidly stiffening cock. I grunt as I wrap my hand around it and start to stroke as I picture innocent little Maddie Adams bent over in front of me, holding her panties to the side and begging me with those fuck-me bedroom eyes to do exactly that. 

I picture coming up behind her and teasing her first. I imagine grabbing that ass in both my hands and pulling her against my mouth as I bury my tongue in her honey. I grunt as I jerk my hand up and down my shaft, picturing easing my cock-head against her soft, yielding opening and making her moan as I bury every inch in her tight, wet slit.

The phone suddenly buzzes on the bed next to my head, and I stop the motion of my hand as I turn to arch a brow at it.

No way.

I grab the phone off the bed and open to the text message from Maddie.

It’ll cost you.

She can’t be serious, but something about the long wait before the response tells me she’s been mulling it over a thousand times in her head. She’s probably written out and deleted this very message a hundred times before finally working up the courage to send it.

Needless to say, I’m intrigued.

What
exactly will cost me?

A picture.

My cock throbs, and I reach down with one hand and idly stroke it as I type out a reply with one hand.

Bullshit, you’re lying. 

Try me. 

Even if this is all bullshit, and even if she’s still mulling it over in her head, it’s worth it to push things here, if just to see how far I can get before she clams up again.

What’s the price?
 

It takes a second, but the phone buzzes a reply.

I get more freedom. I get to move around more, see more of the city and do things like museums without people freaking out. I want to stop being a hermit in this place.

I smirk at the screen. Madison Adams, playing politics and leveraging a deal. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. So,
that’s
the tradeoff she wants to make? I mull it over for all of four seconds. Yeah, it’s a pain, but I can make it happen. I can broaden her schedule with Emma, I can make it work with the Director.

Jesus, what the fuck am I saying? Of
course
I’ll make it work. For her to actually send me what I want to see? Yeah, consider it fucking
done
. I hammer out a response.

No fucking feet this time.

And she sends back a fucking
winky
face emoji.

I’m calling her bluff. Minutes tick by and I sit there like a jackass with my cock out and the phone in my hand, shaking my head at what an idiot I am to think that Madison Adams is
actually
going to send me nude pictures. 

I start to drop back on the bed when the phone buzzes in my hand, and I jerk my head up.

Holy shit.

It’s Madison’s tits, encased in this lacy, practically see-through bra. Like, the sexiest bra ever fucking made, to the point where I almost wonder where a girl like her even
gets
something that hot. Fucking hell, I can actually
just
see her nipples through the sheer lace, and my cock instantly gets rock-hard again as I reach down to wrap my hand around it.

It’s a start
, I type out, hitting send before I scroll back up to the picture of her tits and let my hand slide up and down my throbbing dick. 

She sends another winky face and then another minute ticks slowly by. And then another. Four minutes later, I’m still jerking my cock as I groan, eyeing those perfect little pink nipples peaking out from under that bra. I know this is all I’m going to get, but I could come a million times just staring at those tits and thinking of the girl they’re attached to.

You sitting down?

I frown at her message, and I’m about to ask what she means when she sends another message.

Sure hope so
.

And then the picture comes, and I almost have a fucking heart attack right there on the bed. It’s like every fantasy I’ve had of her, only it’s right there on my screen in one
perfect
high definition picture.

Madison is naked on her bed, hand outstretched above her holding her phone. Her tits are bare, nipples hard and her breasts falling softly on her chest. My cock
throbs
in my hand as I let my eyes trail down her perfect torso, over her hips to her perfect, wet, pink pussy. 

I literally
growl
out loud.

Her fingers are slipped between her dewy lips, spreading herself open for me with one finger gently pressed against her opening, and it is without question, without hesitation, and without argument, the
sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I let my eyes roam over the picture, clenching my jaw as I start to stroke myself faster and harder. I trace the curve of her arm up to her face, where her wide eyes are tinged with a touch of something that just might be fear or nervousness. 

But they’re also glowing with that heat that I’ve seen in her before, and it has me groaning as I stroke myself faster and faster.

Sweet dreams!
She sends, followed by one last winking face.
Try not to make too much of a mess.

I want to write something snappy back, but I already know there’s no going back or slowing down from where I am right then. I can feel the orgasm boiling inside, my balls tightening up as I groan and let my eyes drift right back to that perfect wet pussy between her legs. The cum surges through me, and with a shout, I let go as I feel it explode out the tip of my cock. I gasp as blast after thick blast rockets out of me and goes splattering across the rug, my eyes locked all the while with that jaw-dropping picture on my screen. 

Finally, I suck in my breath as the orgasm rolls to a stop, feeling my heart thudding like an engine in my chest and my pulse throbbing in my cock still in my hands.

As my foggy brain clears, I blink and focus back on the scandalous picture in my hand and in my head, letting out a long breath. 

Holy fuck.
 

Because that’s exactly what this is,
scandalous.
I just jerked off to a nude picture of the fucking
President’s daughter
on my phone, which I’m pretty sure constitutes a national fucking scandal. I mean shit, what I have on my phone is
insane
.

But what’s crazier is that even after I’m done shooting what feels like a gallon of cum across the carpet, I’m still
rock
hard. My hand is still wrapped around a fucking
stone
-like erection, and I
still want more.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN