Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance (66 page)

“Now, forgive me for interrupting Ms. Archer, but Archer Holdings is, or at least
was
a major player in the international firearms market, was it not?”

Well, this question had to come up sooner or later, and I’m prepared; “It was, Amy, but that was a long time ago. My Dad and a lot of very good friends of his, including Mr. Banks here, did a
lot
to change that.”

“And Mr. Banks here is involved in your campaign?”

“Oh I think I can take this one Amy, if you don’t mind.” He’s flashing that
criminally
charming smile at her, and I can see her cheeks flushing a little, even through all the lights and the makeup. Yeah, welcome to my world, honey.

“I’m
affiliated
with Ms. Archer’s campaign, but only so much in that I consider myself a strong supporter of her platform.”

I stiffen suddenly as I feel his hand drop to my thigh beneath the table, and my eyes shoot to his face, which is of course, totally impassive as he smiles at the news anchor. 

“Right, but you do
work
for Archer Ho-”

“I do, but my
personal
involvement with Ms. Archer’s campaign -“ his hand slides up my thigh, and I’m scrambling to thrust my own hands beneath the table as well as unassumingly as I can to stop him; “- is totally separate from what I do with William Archer’s company.” His hand pushes my own away easily, and then I’m struggling to swallow and keep my face neutral as I feel his fingers slide over the lips of my pussy. 

Yeah,
when
exactly did I think it was a good move to go on live televisions with this man?

“So, Ms. Archer-”

I cough as Hudson’s fingers slip between my dripping wet lips, and Amy looks at me quizzically. “Sorry, Amy, I was just going to say that you can really just call me Reagan.” I smile at her innocently; “I think we’re on a first name basis here aren’t we?” She laughs along with the audience, and I turn my grinning face towards Hudson, who’s just sitting there grinning at me like the cat with the canary. Only in this case, it’s his fingers and my pussy.

“Well, you know lots of people associate you with your father because of your last name, but I hope I’m not the first one to make a political reference about your
first
name!” Amy chuckles; yeah, yet another joke I’ve only heard about eight-million times since I started politics.

“So anyways Reagan, why don’t you tell us a bit more about what it feels like to be the media sensation you’ve become since announcing your candidacy? I mean - and no offense meant here -
State
Senate races are
rarely
given the amount of limelight you’ve manages to shine onto the New York state primaries.”

“Oh, no offense taken Amy, you see-”

Hudson clears his throat; “If I could just
insert
something here, Amy.” I groan and grab the edge of the desk with white knuckles as I feel Hudson push two of his finger into my opening, sliding them deep inside of me. I glare up at him, but he’s still mugging for the camera. “I think Reagan’s strong suit
is
her ability to galvanize people and get them to pay attention. It’s all about
rubbing
people the right way.” I swallow my gasp as his thumb begins to roll over my aching clit, sending electric shocks through my whole body right there on live television. I decide right there that if I somehow make it off this stage, I’m going to murder him.

The interview continues, and somehow I find myself on autopilot; answering Amy’s questions with answers that just sort of come to me while I sit there smiling at the cameras like a robot as Hudson’s magic fingers coax me higher and higher, until I’m terrified that I’m going to come right here on live television and give the whole fucking thing away. But then, the interview is over, and
everyone
is cheering at my apparently winning answers, and it’s right there, in the midst of everything clapping and cheering, that Hudson manages to completely push me over the edge of my climax. I cry out, but it just looks like I’m shouting my exuberance to my adoring voter base, instead of what it is I’m actually doing, which is having a fucking
orgasm
on
live Goddamn TV
.

“I am going to
kill you!
” I hiss into his ear as we stand after it’s over; smoothing my skirt down and trying to find my breath. 

“Bring it, Red.” He grins, winking at me.

Amy shakes my hand, and
mercifully
not Hudson’s, before he’s leading me out the stage door to the side parking lot.

“What the
fuck
was that?” Donald is standing there waiting for us just outside with his arms crossed over his chubby chest and his face looking furious.

“Uh, excuse me?” My voice falters as I suddenly have a horrible thought that he
knows
what Hudson was doing to me up there during the interview.

“
What happened
to
sticking to the Goddamned SCRIPT
, Reagan!” Donald honestly looks furious, and I’m suddenly realizing that I never glanced down at his list of canned answers
once
during the whole thing. I did the whole interview off-the-cuff while Hudson was driving me wild; probably giving the answers
I
wanted to give instead of the boring, middle-of-the-road ones he wanted me to say.

“I- I don’t now, it just felt natural to say what I wanted to
say
, Donald.”

Hudson is tugging me away towards his car, and Donald is sputtering as he trails after us.“Where the
hell
do you think you’re going? Uh,
excuse me
, Hudson, I’m not done with my fucking candidate yet!”

We’re at his car, and Hudson suddenly whirls on Donald; “Yes, you are.” He says, his voice deep and leaden as he stares down my campaign manager. He turns to me as he opens the passenger door; “Hop in, Senator.”

*****

This time it’s me that hits the emergency button inside Hudson’s elevator, and the surprised look on his face only gets better when I just start to pull my clothes off right there. But when I turn around and press my hands against the glass and arch my ass back at him, I’m pretty sure that surprise turns into something else pretty quickly. He growls as he enters me, and then he fucks me like he
owns
me, and it’s
exactly
how I want him to fuck me. His grip is tight on my hip, even bringing his hand down to smack my ass and make me cry out against the glass and the neon New York skyline. He grabs me by the hair and turns my face into his kiss, and I’m clawing and screaming at the edges of my sanity as I feel his length fill me again and again and again. When I come, he’s right there with me, pressing his body flush to mine as we ride that wave together, our choked breaths coming as one as our heartbeats racing the other in a dead sprint.

I have
officially
gone off-script; both with the campaign and with whatever it is I’m doing with Hudson, and quite honestly, I’ve never been happier.

Chapter Twenty-Five

P R E S E N T

A few nights later, we’re driving in my car and I’m almost insulted when she doesn’t ask me where we’re going, but I see the grin on her face out the corner of my eye as I take us over the George Washington bridge and onto the Palisades Parkway. I let the horses under the hood roar as I gun us up the west side of the Hudson, letting New York fall away behind us in the rearview mirror as we head into the night.

Finally, I cave; “Well, shit, don’t you even want to know where we’re going?” Reagan’s face breaks into a wide smile; “I mean come on Archer, I prepared this whole little speech and everything.” I shake my head, feeling alive and on fire and more whole than I’ve felt in a
very
long time.

“I’ve got an
idea
where we’re going, but please, lets hear this speech of yours.” She sticks her tongue out at me, her whole face lit up by the dash and her smile just
flashing
right into me.

“Well, now I’ve forgotten it.” I shake my head as I sigh dramatically; “Your loss too, it was a good one.”

She laughs that musical laugh of hers and slides over across the bench seat against me. And as my arm goes around her shoulders and draws her close, I realize I have and will never feel more like Steve McQueen than I do in that perfect moment. It’s just Reagan and I, the car, and the road, and it’s just fucking
perfect
.

I know she
thinks
she knows where we’re going; to our place where the romance that didn’t, that
couldn’t
happen back then. But then is not now, and things are
very
different now with Reagan and I than they were back then a lifetime ago. I mean I was crazy about her back then, even if I didn’t know what to do with it. And now? Well now that I’m in lo- wow, shit. I feel my heart pound as I mull over that particular four-letter word, but I don’t even have to dwell on it to know its true.

When we drive past the Bear Mountain turnoff I know she recognizes, I grin broadly seeing her glance back at the sign out of the corner of my eye. She looks at me with a sly look; “Alright, you got me.”

“I’d say so.”

*****

She’s cracking up by the time I park the car, and as we stroll arm and arm towards the entrance she looks at me and shakes her head; “Seriously? A Renaissance faire?”

I grin; “Hey, might as well put that one semester to use huh?” She rolls her eyes and I pull her to me and kiss her hard as she melts into me. “You know,” I say, breaking away for a second; “I think it’s good for you to get out of that city sometimes. Now com’on Senator, let’s go get us some culture.”

“Oh, culture? Is that what we’re here for?” She nods towards two guys dressed in actual metal armor chugging enormous steins of beer while a woman dressed as some sort of tavern wench with her tits half hanging out cheers them on and shouts things like “m’lord.”

I shrug; “Well, you know,
someone’s
culture.”

She laughs, hugging my arm tighter in the chill of the air, and then we’re laughing as she loops her arm through mine and we stroll through fair-grounds. 

“Why do I feel like I’m in high school or something right now?”

I laugh; “Were you a big Dungeons and Dragon’s kid in high school?”

“
No!
” She rolls her eyes at me in that adorable way that just makes me smile; “No I mean strolling around a fair like this, renaissance or not.” She shrugs; “I always wanted to stroll around a fairgrounds with some hot boy on my arm.” She raises her eyes and looks at me, a blush of pink spreading over her cheeks.

“Oh, what, like you didn’t have guys beating down your door to stroll around
anywhere
with you back then?”

She shrugs; “Nope, I guess not. Com’on,
you
met me during that phase, back at that graduation party.”

I stare at her like she’s insane; “Yeah, and you were a fucking knockout.”

“I was a bookworm.”

“Yeah and that’s worked out
terribly
for you, hasn’t it Madame State Senator.” I shake my head at her as she giggles; “And besides, I
did
meet you back then, and you were, and remain, a total babe.”

She grins and pulls me in for a kiss; “So, how’s the fairground fantasy so far, Archer?” I murmur into her lips.

She laughs and looks around us until her eyes fixate on something behind us; “Well, you could go win me that stuffed dragon over there, that might make it complete.” She winks at me and leans close; “You might even get lucky later if you do.”

I arch my eyebrows, already feeling my cock stir in my pants; “Lucky- like I get to pick what we listen to on the way home?” I grin, knowingly baiting her.

She leans in again and brushes her lips across my ear; “Oh I meant lucky like you get to bend me over the hood of your car and fuck me like you mean it on the way home.” 

She pulls away and winks at me, and I’m practically speechless; “You know I could just
buy
you the fucking toy and we could get to that part
now.
” She giggles as she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the game stands, and I’m wondering how I’m going to throw a fucking knife with a hard-on threatening to tear through my pants.

Both Reagan and the guy dressed like a jester stare at me with their jaws on the ground when I manage to not only hit the bullseye on the first throw, but then subsequently
split the handle
of that first knife with the second and then
third
throws. I shrug and grin smugly at the guy as he wordlessly passes me the stuffed toy before I turn to bestow it on Reagan.