Stepbrother Soldier: A Forbidden Military Romance Novel (17 page)

All those people, and I couldn’t focus on a single one of them. They
just became “them”. They were Twitter, they were Facebook, they were Fox News
and CNN and the comment section on Youtube.

They were hand-drawn signs:
Burn
in Hell
and
We Support You.
They
were misspellings:
Kristy Starling Lies
and
Rape Is Nevar OK.

They were misquoted facts. They were threats, they were compliments.
They were everyone on the outside looking in, peeking through the windows of my
life, a thousand million peeping toms who all had an opinion on what I made for
dinner.

They wanted to rape me, or make me president.

They wanted blood or justice.

And in a month, they’d have something new to yell about, someone new
to pick apart, as though humans were Kubrick films that should be broken down
scene-by-scene until the truth was revealed.

They hoped that somewhere inside this story, this scandal, they could
find the America they were looking for, the country they wanted to live in.

And when they didn’t find it in me, they’d move
on to the next person.

I couldn’t wait.

20

Everything seemed to be happening so slowly during that period. True,
we were being whisked from state to state, making appearances at all sorts of
events and talking to all sorts of people, from TV interviewers to councilmen
and women to senators to military officials to lawyers. But nothing was
happening.

I had a sort of constant, low-level dread that our little moment of
fame would fade away before anything came to fruition. It had taken so much out
of me already, that I thought I might just give up and die if it was all for
nothing. I wanted it to be over, but then again felt like the longer people
were still talking about me, the more something would need to be done by either
the government or the military to resolve the issue.

And then, something happened. We were in Tuscaloosa for a meeting with
a human rights watchdog group. I’d gone alone, not feeling the need for
Ashton’s protection since it was a very private meeting, and no one really even
knew we were in town. After the meeting, I was more than happy to get back to
the hotel room and decompress. Having to be a mouthpiece for an entire gender
was draining.

The room was dark when I came in. Ashton was sitting by the window,
the curtains drawn only slightly. The silence was palpable.

“What happened?” I asked, fully aware that something was wrong. I
could feel it in the air. Ashton turned to me, seeming surprised. He’d been so
lost in thought that he hadn’t heard me come in.

“It’s over,” he said. I cocked my head, clouds forming in my mind,
preparing myself for the worst. Did he get his assignment? Did something happen
to the Admiral? His eyes were empty, vacant, like I’d never seen them before.

“What’s over?” I asked, almost whispering as I
stepped across the room towards him.

“My future, I guess,” he said, letting the
curtain fall back, making the room even dimmer.

 
I sat on the edge of the
bed, near him. He looked at me, and I couldn’t read his face at all. Judging by
the fact that he was sitting alone in a dark room, staring out the window, I
would have put his mood in the “severely depressed” category, but when I looked
into his eyes there were hundreds of emotions all struggling to take control.

“They gave me an ultimatum,” he finally said, inviting more questions.
I reached out and took his hand in mine. “My CO called. Said I could either
back away from all…all this,” he said, gesturing around the room, “or I could
take my walking papers.”

Suddenly, it all made a lot more sense. We’d both known going into
this that it could put Ashton’s standing in the military on ice. And he didn’t
have a back-up plan. His whole life had been preparing for a military career.

“What did you say?” I asked, hoping that he told them he wouldn’t
leave this alone but willing to understand if he’d chosen the easy path.

“What do you think? I told them they could shove my contract up their
collective assholes,” he said, giving me the slightest hint of a smile. I
squeezed his hand, grateful and sad all at once. I was grateful that my
stepbrother, my lover, the most important person in my life, had chosen me over
the only life he knew. I was sad that he’d had to make that choice at all.

It wasn’t fair; he was a good man, a good soldier. They
needed
someone like him, not more people
like the Admiral, who just wanted to shove everything under the carpet.

“I guess this’ll be in the news too, probably. I bet they’ll make up
some shit about me. I think they’re more desperate than we realize. I mean,
this is…this is threatening a lot. It’s bad enough that they don’t want my name
attached to them,” he said, carefully.

“Ashton, what are you going to do now?” I asked, knowing that he was
trying to hide his true feelings about it. As much as he knew what a monster
his father was, and as much as he’d been hurt during his time overseas, I knew
that at heart, Ashton believed in the military, believed that it was the
most worthy
thing that he could do with his life.

You take the good with the bad in everything in life, and he’d made
peace with what ills he would have to be involved in if it also meant keeping
the country he loved safe. He shrugged, looked away again.

“Maybe I’ll paint houses,” he said dreamily. “Maybe I’ll become a
construction worker. Maybe I’ll be an architect. I can still go to school for
free…”

“I never knew you wanted to do any of those
things,” I said.

“I never did, before. But now…you know, they never tell you how hard
it is to have options,” he said, turning back to me with a forced smile. “Maybe
I’ll be a cop. I’m good at protecting and serving.”

“You’ll find whatever it is you’re meant to do,” I said, giving his
hand another squeeze, knowing that words were virtually pointless in a
situation like this. “I’m sorry, though. I know this was never what you wanted
from life…”

“What did I tell you about apologizing?” Ashton said, pulling his hand
from mine and bringing it to my face, brushing a strand of hair from my
forehead. My skin tingled where his hand met my flesh.

“That you’d have to punish me,” I said with a smile. He returned it,
not so forced this time. He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me off the bed and
onto his lap. I straddled him, my hands on his strong, broad shoulders, our
eyes locked.

“I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done for you, Christy,” he said,
his gaze deep and truthful. “I love you. I’d do anything to protect you. I just
want you to be safe and happy, that’s all.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling
myself in close, letting his strong arms enfold me. I felt him kiss the side of
my neck, gingerly. The lightest sensation was enough to send me squirming on
his lap.

I pulled back, wondering if he was really feeling the chemistry right
then; moments ago, he’d looked like he’d have to shoot his favorite horse. But
when I looked in his eyes, there was no question. That was how it always was
with us; one moment we were just loving each other, and the next it was a
no-holds-barred frenzy.

“Ashton,” I whispered as his hands travelled down my waist, settling
on my hips, his body rocking slightly underneath me. “I love you.”

“Prove it,” he said, tauntingly. I bit my lip; I was wearing a zip-up
sweatshirt over a tank top. I grabbed the zipper, pulling it down slowly,
tantalizingly, watching Ashton’s eyes travel downwards with my hand. I loved
the way he looked at me like that, like I was the most delicious chocolate in
the world and he wanted to lick me slowly, make me melt.

Throwing my hoodie to the floor, I let Ashton take care of the top,
pulling it over my head in a single sweep. My bra soon joined the pile of
clothes on the floor; bringing my hands to my breasts, I played with them while
he watched, grinding my hips down against him, feeling my clit begin to perk up
as it ground against my jeans.

My nipples were already erect from the cold room as I threw my head
back, playing with them, touching myself for my stepbrother’s enjoyment. He
growled and pulled me closer, keeping one hand on my ass while the other
reached up to my breast and his mouth lowered to my nipple, his fingers teasing
one while his tongue lapped at the other.

I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair, grinding against him
steadily now, feeling his cock hardening through his jeans. He nibbled gently
at my nipple, making me groan as sparks of desire shot through me. Moving from
nipple to nipple, he teased my body, now cupping my entire breast in one hand,
now twisting the tender nub hard, now suckling it into his warm, wet mouth. I
was squirming in
pleasure,
any thoughts I had chased
away by pure desire.
 

And then he lifted me, like a straw doll in his strong arms, and
carried me to the bed, my legs still wrapped around his waist, our eyes locked.
Dropping me on my back, I bounced gently on the mattress. Desperate now, I
grabbed at my jeans, fiddling with the button.

Ashton brushed my hands away, leaning over me to kiss my stomach,
which fluttered under his lips. He made quick work of my pants, sliding them
down to my ankles, taking my panties along for the ride. He lingered around my
calves, kissing up each one, his slight stubble adding the slightest friction
to his tender kisses.

As he came upwards, kneeling before me, kissing my inner thighs now,
he pulled my knees apart, exposing my glistening sex. I let my head loll
against the bed, eyes closed, feeling his hot breath as it got nearer and
nearer to my waiting mound. Each moment was intolerable ecstasy of
anticipation, until I finally shuddered as he blew gently across my sex.

I felt as he dipped one finger, slowly, into my drenched slit, and
moaned as he curved it, stroking my pussy walls gently. My hands fell to his
head, my fingers once more entwined in his golden locks, as his tongue came to
my clit, tentatively flicking it. My thighs clenched automatically around his
neck, pulling him in closer, my body shuddering in gratitude as he began to lap
at my swollen clit.

His tongue made slow, delirious circles around the tender button, his
finger massaging my pussy, calling forth wells of pleasure from deep inside me
that slowly seeped into my bones. I moaned and writhed as he sped up his tongue
on my clit, flicking it up and down with just the tip of his tongue. It was
almost as though I could feel his taste buds against the sensitive button, now
straining forward from its hood, alive with electric pleasure as he assaulted
it with his skilled tongue.

A second finger joined the one in my slit, now pumping in and out of
me, teasing my pussy which ached to be filled entirely by his massive cock. My
grip on his head increased as my frenzy rose, my body seeming to shimmer as he
tongued my clit relentlessly, driving me higher and higher, my limbs growing
stiff with tension. I felt my legs could snap his neck from how hard they were
wrapped around him, pulling him forward.

His fingers suddenly crooked inside me, stroking deep inside me as I
felt his teeth just graze my clit, making stars explode in my eyes as my
muscles released their pent-up tension, my slit gushing as it contracted around
his probing fingers, my mouth open in a silent scream as the waves of bliss
rushed through me, one after another.

My legs shook as they fell to the side, sweat now glistening on my
chest as it rose and fell with my heavy breathing, my head spinning. Ashton
rose, towering before me, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his
magnificent, tattooed chest, his biceps bulging. He stared down at me, licking
his lips of my juices, and undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground.

His massive cock popped out, the head glistening with pre-cum, my body
constricting with desire from the mere sight of it. I scrambled to my hands and
knees, turning away from him, offering my now-dripping slit to my stepbrother,
wiggling my ass in the air slightly. I moaned as his hands came to my ass,
massaging the cheeks, spreading them roughly.

I loved the way he touched me, like I was all
his.

My stepbrother was the only man I’ve ever been
with, and he owned me completely.

I groaned in desperation as I felt his cock pressed against my
opening, teasing me, just slightly stretching my tight pussy. I thrust
backwards, needing more, but he held tight to my ass, keeping me in place.

“Please,” I begged, shaking my ass in his hands, hoping to drive him
too crazy to keep me waiting any longer. “Please fuck me!”

“With pleasure,” he said, taunting in his voice. And with that, he
slammed into me, stretching my pussy to its limit, making me cry out in
pleasure. I dug my head into the covers, knowing that if anyone in the hallway
was listening they wouldn’t have to think very hard to figure out what was
going on inside.

Biting the covers, I squealed as he began to pump into me, fast, hard,
filling me entirely with each stroke. His hands moved to my waist, pulled it
upwards, and my eyes popped open in surprise as his cock slammed directly into
a tender, electric place inside me, hammering into the deepest part of me,
making my pussy gush once more.

A balloon of pressure quickly built in my tummy as he lay into that
special place, his cock throbbing inside me. I wanted to feel his cum spilling
into me, wanted my stepbrother’s warm seed inside me, and I fought to keep my
orgasm in check as he abused my slit with his massive cock.