Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance (20 page)

Because I don’t think I’ll be able to deflect or say no the next time.

In fact, I hope I don’t.

I grin as I walk over to the door to my room and lock it before looking back at the phone in my hands. 

This is a bad idea.

And yet as my skirt hits the floor with the phone in my hand, “bad” has never felt so good.

CHAPTER NINTEEN

I’m on the
prowl
.

The next day, it feels like I’m roaming and prowling around like a wild fucking animal all day. Maddie’s tied up in meeting with some charity organizations her mom wanted her to get in with, and I feel like I’m fucking pacing like a caged beast outside the door to the conference rooms. 

Because all I can think about is the previous night, and the hot, totally forbidden, and quite possibly treasonous pictures in my pocket on my phone.

As it stands, I call in so many bathroom breaks so that I can leave my post and sneak off to look at that picture that I get buzz from base asking if I’m feeling okay. It’s driving me nuts, like having an itch I can’t scratch, or an addiction I just can’t quench. 

She pokes her head out of the door a few times between meetings and winks at me, and it’s just enough to keep me almost embarrassingly hard all fucking day.

Finally, the last of her charity meetings finishes, and the door opens as she walks the last group out, smiling and shaking hands in a very proper, presidential way as they thank her and wish her a good afternoon.

I grin when our eyes lock as she’s shaking the last person’s hand at the door, because I know full well how
improper
this girl can get. I know that underneath that prim and proper exterior with the manicured expressions and the textbook charm lies a downright
naughty
girl. And I know
exactly
what’s under that formal little skirt suit she’s wearing.

Hell, I’ve got a fucking picture of it in my Goddamn pocket.

She smirks at me, in a way that’s trying to convey aloofness, like she’s
amused
by our exchange yesterday. But I see right through that bullshit. I can see from the pink glow in her cheeks the she’s been thinking of it
just
as much as I have this whole afternoon through all of her meetings.

The thought of Madison soaking through her panties while sitting through her boring meetings all day has me gritting my teeth as I start to move towards her. She turns and shuts the door behind her before she casually strolls down the hallway back towards her own quarters in the Lincoln bedroom.

She flashes a grin at me over her shoulders, those green eyes sparkling mischievously. “Sleep well?” She says innocently.

“Not so much, no.”

She giggles, “Aww, too bad.”

We stop outside the door to her quarters and she turns to me with this wicked grin on her face. “Bet you didn’t think I’d do it again, did you?”

“I was pleasantly surprised,” I say, arching a brow at her.

“Just surprised?” And then she bites her fucking lip again, and I feel the beast inside me
roar
. Just for a second, she’s got the same defiantly cool and yet quietly nervous look in her eyes that she did in the picture from that first night, and it’s like a switch as I instantly get hard.

Instantly, I
want
her. I want her like a man lost in the desert wants water, and this time, a fucking picture isn’t going to satiate me.

This time, I want
her
.

She gasps as I suddenly move against her, my hands flat against door on either side of her as I lean in. Her eyes flash at me, and I feel the heat from her skin so close to mine, the intoxicating smell of her filling my senses. 

“More than surprised,” I growl, my eyes boring right into hers. “
Shocked; scandalized
even.”

Her eyes flash again in that heated, hungry way. “Anything else?”

In the flash of a moment, I’m kissing her,
hard
. She moans into my mouth as I take her lips with my own; devouring her,
claiming
her mouth. I grab her hand in mine while I kiss her and pull it down to press it against the rock-hard bulge in my pants.

“You tell me,” I growl, pulling back with a final suck of her bottom lip between mine. “Would you call that more than just surprised?”

She exhales quickly, and then suddenly she’s kissing me again. Her mouth is hungry, and her tongue urgent as she slips it against my own and moans into my lips. I feel her fingers begin to stroke the length of me through my pants. I growl and press her fully to the door behind her, grinding against her and letting my other hand slide to her waist, gripping her tightly.

She’s fumbling at the doorknob then, and suddenly we’re tumbling back into her room, gasping as we fall away from each other.

“Lock the door,” she breathes out, her face red and her eyes wild as she searches mine.

I do, viciously, before whirling back to her with all the need, the pent up desire, and the wicked
hunger
for her roaring in my veins as I stalk towards her. She actually gasps at the ferocity as I move against her, growling as I kiss her fiercely and push her back through the living room, half carrying her into the Lincoln bedroom.

Her
bedroom.

My hand snakes up into her hair, and I’m pulling at the conservative fucking
bun
she’s twisted it up into, letting her dark brown waves cascade wildly around her face and tumble over her shoulders. She moans as my hands slide down over that proper fucking skirt and grip her tight ass with both my hands, letting my fingers grip her hard enough to let her know
exactly
what I want.

“
Wait, wait
—” she gasps, suddenly pulling away from me and panting as her eyes dance over mine. “No touching.”

I can feel my eyes blaze as I frown. “
What?
”

She swallows as she takes another half step away from me, her hands still resting on my chest as she shakes her head. “No touching.”

I suppress the animal growl in my throat. “What's the fun in that?”

Madison bites her lip as she looks at me, her cheeks reddening. “It’s a step too far, Hunter,” she says quietly. “Our parents…” She trails off and looks at me, almost apologetically. “I just can’t.”

I clench my jaw, but I find myself nodding. “Fine, no touching.” She starts to let out a breath that I can tell she’s been holding in when I grin and hold a finger up. “
But.
”

“But?”

“But,” I grin, moving so close to her that we’re
just barely
not touching. My lips graze across her ear, making her gasp. “But you better do
every fucking thing I tell you to do.
”

I can feel her tremble against me, can feel her breath coming quick again my neck as she slowly starts to nod. “What do you want me to do?”

I grin, feeling my cock lurch inside the confines of my suit. “Take off that fucking dress,” I growl into her ear, before I slowly move back to look her full in the face.

She blushes. “Bossy?”

I suddenly grab her and yank her against me, feeling myself growl as I kiss her hard and fiercely, feeling her melt against me. Slowly, we come apart, and she brings a hand up to her mouth. 

“Uh-uh,” she breathes, her finger trailing over her lips. “I thought we said no touching.”

“Then you better take that fucking dress off before I tear it off of you.”

She’s biting her lip as she looks at me, her face full of all the same hunger and desire rearing up inside me. Slowly, she starts to pull her skirt up, higher and higher, until the tops of those fucking thigh-high stockings, that might very well be the death of me, come into view.

“I’ve mentioned how much I approve of those, right?”

“Once or twice,” she says quietly.

“Show me more,” I growl out, and she blushes as she starts to pull the skirt the rest of the way up.

She’s not wearing any panties.

Holy fucking shit.

Her perfect little pussy is
right there
for my eyes to devour, and I fucking
groan
out loud as I see the slightest glisten of wetness there between her lips.

She grins at me. “Surprised?”

“Uh,
yeah
, you could say that.”

She smirks at me, her brow arching seductively. “Maybe I like shocking you.”

“Who say’s I’m shocked?” I grin at her.  “After all, I
did
meet you at a sex club.”

She rolls her eyes, “I
told you
, that was a—”

“A one time thing, yeah, you’ve been saying that a lot recently.” 

She blushes. 

“But yeah, princess,” I say, looking at her hungrily. “Color me fucking shocked.”

“Just shocked?”

I move closer, not touching her, but close enough that she trembles and gasps. Close enough that I can see the pulse pounding in the hollow of her neck under that string of pearls around her neck. Close enough that I know how easy it would be to reach out and let my finger trail over the lips of her pussy.

“Shocked and
very
interested.”

“Interested, huh?” She says it with a hint of sass, a slight raise of her brow.

“How about rock-fucking-hard,” I say darkly. “How about so fucking turned on that I want to bury my face between your legs and make you come on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop? How about it makes me want you so bad that I want to bend you over, tear your dress off, and fuck you
hard
with every inch of my cock until you’re screaming my name?”

Her face is bright red, her lips parted, and her breath is coming in shallow gasps by the time I’m finished.

“Now take off the dress, princess, and show me how you ‘took care of things’.”

And slowly, she nods.

I swallow thickly as she turns her back to me. “Unzip me,” she says heavily, her voice thick with lust. I do, pulling at the zipper and letting more and more of her creamy skin expose itself to my eyes, barely resisting the urge to trail my fingers or my lips over it.

Or to tear it off and bury my cock balls deep in her right then and there.

She moves away and turns back to face me as she pushes the dress off her shoulders. It tumbles down her arms and over her chest, and I groan as that same black lacy bra from her pictures comes into view. She reaches back for the clasp, and suddenly it’s also falling from her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor, and I groan out loud as her breasts are bared to me.

She’s like a fucking work of art; soft skin, her perfect tits like two teardrops high on her chest, and dusky pink nipples standing out hard, begging to be sucked.

Madison pushes the dress further down over her navel and her hips. Her eyes flash at me once more, the fire in them matching the hunger in mine, before she pushes it the rest of the way down over the curve of her hips and ass and lets its pool at her feet. 

Jesus Christ.

She’s absolutely fucking perfect. Her hair tumbles down over one shoulder, her chest rises and falls with her breath, and I can fucking
see
the glisten of her lips between her legs. She’s standing there in her damn heels, the thigh-highs, and those fucking pearls, and
nothing else
, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.