The Marine's Naughty Sister (2 page)

"I'm not going
anywhere!"
Eve yanked her hand out of his grip and started to walk
back towards Brian.

Ahh,
fuck!
Frustrated and determined to get her out of the Wrangler
Tavern before anything happened that either of them would regret
later on he chased after her.
Seconds later he had caught up to her
and grabbed hold of her waist, twirling her around in his arms so
she was facing him.

"Now that's
more like it," she purred, licking her lips suggestively.

"Not exactly."
Bending down he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, in
a fireman's hoist.
She wiggled and squirmed against him.
He then
became painfully aware of how high her skirt had risen and how
close her pussy was to his face.
All he would need to do was push
the hem of her skirt up an inch or two...

"Put me down!"
she demanded.

"Can't see it
happening," he replied turning and heading for the exit of the
tavern.

"You're a brute
Nate Mitchell!"
She bellowed as she continued her attempt to squirm
and wriggle her way down from his shoulder.
Nate kept a tight grasp
on her; she wasn't going anywhere.
She managed to cause enough
commotion that most of the people in the bar stopped and watched as
Nate carried her to the exit.

He reached the
door and pushed through it and out into the cool autumn night air.
"I've been called worse honey.
Believe me; you'll thank me in the
morning for this."

She huffed,
accepting defeat and he grinned for the first time since he'd
caught sight of her on the table.

"Are you going
to be a good little girl and get in the truck if I put you down?"
he asked as they approached his black Ford F-150 pick-up truck.

"Guess you're
going to have put me down to find out."
She taunted.

A chuckle
escaped his lips.
It's not like he had a choice anyhow.
He couldn't
actually
force
her to go with him.
"Keep in mind, Eve that
you're in the perfect position to get your ass slapped so I'd
agree, if I were you."
Again his cock twitched thinking about
giving that round little ass of hers a couple whacks.
Not too hard,
not too soft, just enough to...

The idea seemed
to entice her as much as it did him.
She wriggled on his shoulder
again, but not to get away, more in an attempt to gain his
attention.

Fuck and double
fuck.

When they
reached the truck he slid her off his shoulder and slowly down the
length of his body.
Even after her feet hit the ground, she
remained pressed up against him.

Looking down at
her under the light of the nearby street lamp, he couldn't help but
think about how damned sexy she looked in his shirt, which was a
number of sizes too big for her.
He hadn't bothered to take the
time to button it up, so her breasts were still covered by only a
thin layer of lace, and her nipples had turned into tight nubs from
the cool night air.

Her lips looked
so tempting, lush and painted a glossy rose colour, and her hands
were roaming every inch of his body.
It was torture doing the right
thing, but he had to.
He opened the passenger door to the truck
while trying to keep her hands from areas of his body that they
shouldn't be exploring.

"Get in,
Eve."

Eve stopped
trying to grope him and crossed her arms over her chest.
Her green
eyes narrowed as she watched him a moment.
Her eyes wandered to the
entrance of the tavern then back to him.

"Just get in,
I'm taking you home," Nate gave her a not-so-gentle shove towards
the direction of the open door.

She eyed him
another moment then nodded.
"Alright, you win."

Heaving a heavy
sigh of relief, Nate waited until she was fully inside the truck
before slamming the door shut behind her.
He had a sinking feeling
that he was in for a rough night.

Evelyn watched
Nate as he drove them home.
She wanted to touch him, undress him,
fuck him.
She'd be more than happy to do it right here in the
truck, if he'd only pull over long enough.
She had met Nate several
times, most recently at their parents' wedding.

She had thought
he was good-looking, in a rugged alpha male sort of way, but
tonight...
Tonight was an entirely different matter.
Tonight he was
easily the hottest man she'd ever seen.
Hell, most of the men she'd
seen tonight were the hottest she'd ever seen.
She couldn't seem to
get over the urge of wanting to feel every part of him.

It was so odd.
She
felt odd.

It felt as
though her sex drive had shifted into maximum overdrive and all she
wanted to do was get off.
Over and over again, until she was too
exhausted to fuck any longer.
Her hand crept across the seat to his
thigh, then up to his groin to rub the ridge of his cock.
To her
delight, it quickly hardened under her touch.

Nate growled
and slapped at her hand.
"Please Eve, just stop for a few
minutes."

"Grump," she
muttered.

"I'm driving
Evelyn.
It's a safety issue."

Pouting, Eve
crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
"Evelyn, it's a
safety issue," she mimicked.
She was going to fuck him - or someone
- and that was all there was to it.
Her pussy was on fire and she
needed some cock.
It wasn't something she would have considered any
other night, since he
was
her stepbrother, but tonight that
didn't seem to matter to her.
It wasn't as if they were blood
relatives or anything...

She looked over
at him again and admired his profile in the moonlight.
Nate was
ruggedly sexy.
Marine issue buzzed hair, strong square jaw,
stunning blue eyes and a body that made a girl drop to her knees in
worship.
A body designed to fuck.
She could now also add thick cock
to round off his list of excellent physical attributes.

"You're not
dating anyone are you?"
she asked.

Nate looked at
her out of the corner of his eye.
"No, and from what I heard
neither are you."

Evelyn shook
her head.
"He decided he wanted to explore other options."

"I'm sorry,"
Nate said, with genuine remorse in his tone.
Flicking on the
blinker, Nate pulled the truck into the parking lot of his
three-story apartment building.
"We're here."

It wasn't her
building so her hopes for the evening lifted.
Smiling, Evelyn slid
her hand across the seat to his thigh.
"So does this mean…?"

"I want to keep
an eye on you tonight.
Make sure you stay safe until the effects of
the drug wear off," Nate cut in, shutting off the truck and hopping
out.

Eve watched as
Nate rounded the front of the truck and came to her side of the
vehicle.
Opening the door for her, he held out his hand to help her
down.
She watched him for a moment.
The forest green undershirt fit
tight across his broad shoulders, chest and lean torso.
She could
see the ridge of muscle under the thin fabric and longed to caress
it.
Where Mark had been tall and lanky, Nate was all muscle; his
body built for power.

Taking his hand
she jumped down and stepped close to him, her body pressed tightly
against his.
Her pussy continued to burn with need, demanding
satisfaction.
Eve reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She decided to try a different approach.
"Nobody has to know."

Nate lowered
his lips to her ear, he smelt of spicy cologne with a hint of beer.
Eve rubbed her body against his and a light moan escaped her lips
as she felt his cock harden against her stomach.
"But
we'd
know, Eve," he said softly before pushing her aside and proceeding
to close and lock the door.

He didn't give
her time to respond.
He hoisted her back up and over his shoulder
carrying her across the parking lot to the entrance of his
building.

"I can walk you
know," she protested, though in truth she rather enjoyed the view
of his tight ass under the uniform pants.

"Until we get
you into my apartment I think we should keep you right where you
are."

Eve could have
sworn there was a hint of humour in his tone.
Sighing, she didn't
bother to attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.
Instead, she focused
her attention on the muscular definition of his back and
shoulders.

"You have an
amazing body," she couldn't help but comment as her fingers swept
under his shirt and caressed the beautifully defined warm flesh
underneath.
She took satisfaction in the fact that her touch caused
Nate's step to hesitate and his breath to catch in his throat.

So you're not
as immune as you are leading me to believe, are you soldier
boy?

"Keep it up and
I swear to God I'll spank this pretty ass of yours, Eve," he
threatened, unlocking the front door to the building and walking
inside with her.

Eve wriggled on
his shoulder, her pussy uncomfortably wet.
"You wouldn't dare," she
challenged, doubting he'd actually follow through, but hoping he
would.
The words were barely out of her mouth when his large, firm
hand made contact with her left ass cheek.
She yelped, but at the
same time found her arousal increasing from the sting.
"I expect
you'll be kissing that later and making it better."

Nate chuckled
as they stopped moving and Eve found them in front of apartment
18A.
Unlocking the door he carried her into the small apartment,
and closed the door behind them with the heel of his combat
boot.

"You can put me
down anytime."

He didn't
reply, but took her into the darkened living room and tossed her
onto the overstuffed brown leather sofa.

Startled, she
grabbed hold of him as she fell, bringing him toppling to the sofa
with her.
He managed to brace himself, before his full two hundred
and some odd pounds landed fully on top of her smaller frame.
She
wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs, allowing him
to settle between them.
She pulled his lips to hers and to her
startled delight he allowed it to happen.

Nate brushed
his lips across hers gently.
She closed her eyes and moaned,
allowing his tongue entry to her mouth.
Nate hesitated briefly, but
then deepened their kiss, fuelling the fire between her legs.
She
rocked her hips against his hardening shaft, aching to remove the
clothing between them and feel his bare flesh against hers.

Ending their
kiss Nate's mouth began to trail kisses down the side of her neck,
but stopped seconds after beginning and sat up slightly to look her
in the eye.
She opened her hungry eyes to look up into his.

Nate frowned.
"You're burning up, Eve."

"Oh, you have
no idea," she moaned closing her eyes again, grasping the front of
his shirt and attempting to pull him back down to her.

"No, I mean
literally.
Your whole body is burning up.
I can't believe I didn't
notice when I was carrying you."

Eve opened her
eyes again and laughed.
"Don't be silly."
She reached for him
again, but he moved out of her grasp.

Nate leaned
over her and turned on the lamp next to the sofa switching it on.
He then placed a hand on her flushed forehead and cheeks.
"Ahhh
fuck.
You're having a reaction to the drug.
We need to get you
cooled down."
With a worried look on his face he stood, took her
hands in his and pulled her up with him.

"I'm fine
really," she protested, but allowed him to pull her from the sofa
and lead her into the bathroom.

He quickly
turned on the shower making the water a cool stream.
"Strip down
and get in, we need to get your body temperature down."

Evelyn smiled
wickedly at him.
"Oh I have no problem with stripping down, as long
as I'm not the only one."
she kicked off her shoes and strutted
over to him.
Her fingers swiftly undid his belt and tugged at his
pants.

He stood
staring at her for a long moment and nodded.
"Fine.
You win."
He
swiftly undressed down to his boxers.

She chewed on
her bottom lip as she watched his magnificent body become exposed
to her.
As she had envisioned, his entire body was hardened muscle;
the type of body a woman could spend hours exploring with her
fingers, lips, tongue and teeth.
"You're gorgeous," the words flew
out of her mouth before she even realized the thought was in her
mind.

His face
flushed for a moment and he gave a chuckle.
"Come on, we need to
cool you down."
He stepped forward and gently slipped his shirt
from her shoulders.
She moaned softly, as his hands grazed her
heated flesh.
She leaned into him, basking in the feel of his naked
skin against hers.

Slipping her
arms around his waist, she placed soft kisses across his chest.

"Eve
please
," he groaned as he attempted to keep his body under
control.
"We need to cool you down; otherwise I'll have to take you
to the hospital."

She felt his
hands slip between them and unbutton her skirt.
It opened and fell
to the floor, in a puddle at her feet.
She pressed herself against
him, feeling his hardened cock against her groin, the only thing
separating them was his thin cotton boxers and her lace
panties.

Nate gently
picked her up and cradled her against his chest.
"It's going to be
cold, so prepare yourself," he advised as he pulled back the shower
curtain and stepped into the tub and under the cool stream of water
with her in his arms.

"Oh God," she
gasped as the cool stream of water hit her.
It seemed to help
awaken her from the drug induced stupor she had been in for the
past couple of hours.
He put her down, but kept her cradled in his
arms as the cool water cascaded over their heads and down their
backs.
"So cold," she managed to say through clenched teeth.
Her
teeth were chattering so hard she was certain they were going to
chip or break from the force.

Pulling her
close to him, Nate brushed her wet dark hair from her eyes and gave
her a quick kiss on the top of her head.
"It won't be long, just
until your body temperature goes down a bit."

****

If it wasn't
for the horribly cold water running down their bodies Nate doubted
he would have had the strength to resist her.
Even though he hadn't
removed her undergarments, the skimpy black lace bra and panties
were hardly covering anything.
Her taunt nipples pressed against
his chest through the fabric and the panties were little more than
a string.

Eve's body was
beautiful.
The conservative clothing she normally wore didn't do
her justice.
Generous breasts, slim waist, curvy hips and nice
round ass.
Having a go at Eve would be a treat indeed.

Looking down
into her emerald-green eyes, he noticed the effects of the E
appeared to be wearing off.
That would explain why she hadn't
attempted to grope him in the shower.
Her body also seemed to be
cooling down nicely in his arms.
She'd given him quite a scare when
he felt her body burning up under his.
She had just graduated from
college and scored a great job in the district attorney's office.
Taking her to the hospital for drug use may have caused her
problems with work that he knew she didn't need nor want.

"You should be
fine now," he told her stepping out of the shower and turning the
stream of cold water off.
She tentatively followed.
As she stepped
out he grabbed a large green towel from the overhead cabinet and
wrapped it around her shivering body.

"Thank you,"
she muttered in a voice barely more than a whisper.