Raging Hard: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance (With bonus novel Based!) (10 page)

“Okay,” I said, nodding, “I’ll take the job.”

He beamed. “Wonderful. That’s so wonderful. Look, why don’t you head in, and I’ll tell Claire all about it over breakfast.”

“Sounds good.”

He nodded and began to reel in his line as I headed off. I was practically walking on air, grinning to myself and whistling. My summer was definitely looking up already.

Once inside, I climbed the stairs to our floor and stripped off my shirt. I tossed it into my open doorway and then pushed open the bathroom door.

“Hey!” Claire said frantically. “I’m in here!”

In my good-mood daze, I hadn’t even noticed that someone was in there. Claire was standing in front of the mirror in only a towel as steam billowed out of the warm room.

“Good morning, sis,” I said, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed. “Get the hell out of here!”

“You don’t own this bathroom.” I turned the water on nice and hot and waited.

She stared at me and I openly stared back. I could see a nice ample hint of her cleavage as the towel slowly, ever so slowly, slipped off her glistening body. Her nice ass was barely covered by the short towel. Her hair was soaking wet, and she looked ripe for plundering. I could have easily pressed her over and slipped my cock hilt-deep into her soaked spot. I wanted to do it badly, fuck her right there.

I’d grab her hips and press her face against the mirror. Maybe we’d wake the whole house, but I didn’t give a fuck. I felt my cock getting hard, pushing up the fabric of my short running shorts. Claire noticed, too, because she was staring right at it.

“Got something to say?” I asked her, smirking.

“Uh, Nathan,” she mumbled, “you have a, um, you know.”

“My cock is fucking hard. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Yes,” she replied, turning even redder.

“Can’t help myself. Looking at you in that towel drives me crazy.”

She held up the top just in time to prevent it from falling. “Um,” she mumbled, “you should go. I’m using the bathroom.”

“Not my fault you take too long in here.” I moved a little closer, cock raging now, practically trying to tear its way through my shorts. “It’s my turn now,” I practically whispered in her ear.

She edged away from me, not able to look me in the eye. “Our parents are just downstairs, you know.”

“I know. I don’t give a fuck, though. I want to wrap that tight little pussy of yours around this dick right now.”

“Maybe you need to shower off,” she said. “Make it a cold one.”

I laughed, grinning hugely. “You should join me, maybe swallow my cock like you were supposed to.”

“We can’t do that anymore.”

“Sure we can. All you need to do is get down on your knees and suck until my cum slides down your throat.”

She gaped at me, shocked, and I laughed. She pushed my chest, her cheeks bright red, and I stepped back.

“Just shower if you’re showering,” she said.

“Okay.” I pulled my running shorts off, revealing my big hard dick, and tossed them over to her.

“Holy shit,” she said, her eyes wide. She quickly looked away. “You’re naked.”

“Got to get naked to shower.”

“Did you have to do it right in front of me?”

“You didn’t seem like you wanted to leave. I figured I’d show you what you’re missing.”

“I didn’t see anything.”

“Liar. You saw how fucking crazy you make me. Think you could take it?”

“No,” she muttered. “But we’ll never find out,” she added more loudly.

I laughed again, loving how she clearly wanted it but was too afraid to do anything about it. She was right that our parents were just downstairs, which meant actually taking her then and there was probably a bad idea, but still. I wanted to tease her until she was so wet that she could barely stand straight. Only when she was dripping a puddle on the floor would I finally slip inside her sweet cunt.

I climbed into the shower as she quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I heard her scurry down the hall and slam her own door shut. I spit in my palm, wrapped my hand around my still-hard dick, and began to stroke myself, imagining that she was doing the same thing over in her room.

I knew I was driving her as insane as she drove me. It was like there was lava in my veins, a white-hot need for her sweet and soaked body. I needed those lips of hers wrapped around my dick more than anything. As I stroked myself, I knew she was over in her room, her legs spread wide while her fingers worked her clit.

The best part was, we both knew she couldn’t get herself off like I could. She was probably already disappointed that her orgasm was so much smaller than the one I had already given her. As I stroked myself and thought about her nice, firm tits in my hand, I could feel my own orgasm coming on.

I imagined blowing my fat load all over her nice tits. I’d love the look of surprise on her face as I practically covered her in my cum. I began to come for real as I imagined her down on her knees, completely naked, begging for it.

Finally, I finished up my shower and walked toward my room, dripping wet and naked still. Unfortunately, I didn’t run into her. Part of me hoped she’d see my soaked, naked body and know that I had just jerked off thinking about her. Instead, I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and went into my room to dry off and change.

Downstairs, the family was sitting down to breakfast. It didn’t look like anything had just happened from the outside, but I could tell by the way that Claire studiously ignored me that she was still thinking about what it’d feel like to lower her body slowly down onto my stiff dick.

“Good morning, Nathan,” Lucille said.

“Morning,” I grunted as I grabbed a plate. The staff had cooked some eggs, bacon, and a bunch of other stuff and laid it out buffet-style. I could get used to this shit.

I loaded up my plate and sat down next to Claire. We ate in silence for a minute, Jonathan reading his newspaper and my mother looking at her phone. Claire was looking at her phone, too, but I could tell she was distracted.

“So,” Jonathan said suddenly. “Nate, did you talk to Claire about that job?”

I shook my head no. “Not yet.”

“What job?” she asked.

“Well, honey,” Jonathan said, “I want you to work on one of my tour boats this summer.”

“I don’t know anything about working on a boat,” she said incredulously.

“I know that. Nate here is going to show you the ropes.”

She stared at me and I gave her my best smile. “That’s right, sis. It’ll be fun. Instill some Navy discipline in you.”

“No, thanks,” she said and went back to her phone.

“Claire,” her father said sternly. “This wasn’t a request.”

She looked back up, frowning. “Why, Dad? You’ve never made me work before.”

“I believe you’re becoming a little lax in your studies. I want you to learn the value of hard work.”

She sighed heavily. “I work very hard, Dad. I know you don’t see it, but I do.”

“That may be true. Prove it to me this summer.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” I said to her.

She gave me a look. “And if I refuse?” she asked her dad.

“You won’t refuse,” he said sternly.

Clearly Jonathan was the type of man that wasn’t used to hearing the word “no.” And Claire wasn’t the type of daughter to put up a fight. She was little miss too-good, the perfect girl. No way she’d disappoint daddy dearest.

“Fine,” she said. “Whatever you want, Dad.”

He smiled. “Great. See, our family is getting along already.”

We went back to eating in silence, but inwardly I was laughing. Jonathan was totally oblivious to everything going on around him. I was trying to get in his daughter’s pants, my mother was a raging psychopath, and he was pushing everyone too hard. Meanwhile, Claire was too busy thinking about fucking me to really bother rebelling against her dad.

It was going to be a fun first few days, I guessed, out there on the boat. I had no clue what I’d really got myself into, but it couldn’t be any worse than my real job.

I
didn’t know anything about working on a stupid boat. I didn’t even like boats. They were floating death traps, and the only thing between you and the big stinking salty ocean water was some metal and wood. I had no interest in becoming a sailor.

But that was probably my dad’s intention. He wanted to throw me into some situation I wasn’t nearly prepared enough for just to teach me some kind of lesson. This time it was to teach me “Navy discipline,” or whatever that was supposed to be.

As far as I could tell, “Navy discipline” was code for Nathan sitting in the captain’s chair, drinking beers and telling me what to do.

“Grab that line,” he said, nodding his head. “Untie it so we can cast off.”

The boat wasn’t small by any means, though smaller than my dad’s yacht. The guy that usually ran the tour, an older man named Tommy, was busy setting up the clients while Nate and I started getting the boat into position.

Which basically meant I was doing all the work.

“You can help, you know,” I said to him.

“Nah. You need to learn the value of hard work.”

I gave him a look, and he was grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t start that,” I said.

“Just repeating what your dad said. I need to live up to his expectations.”

“You don’t care about his expectations. You just want to boss me around.”

He looked at me silently for a second. “You’re damn right I do.”

I sighed and finished untying the boat and then hopped up on deck. I wouldn’t have even known where to look just a few hours earlier, but luckily, Tommy gave us both a quick rundown on our duties and the boat itself. Nate mostly ignored him the whole time, of course, but I paid close enough attention that I felt pretty confident moving around.

The boat’s engine kicked to life, and Nate began to sail the boat out of the harbor, heading along our planned route. I climbed up the ladder and met him in the pilot’s room, sitting down in the copilot’s chair.

“How do you know where you’re going?”

He pointed at a little GPS screen. “There’s a route programmed in there. Any idiot could do this.”

“Fortunately we have the best idiot of all.”

“Keep that up and I’ll throw you overboard.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

He laughed and nodded down at where Tommy was making the customers put their life vests on. “What do you think of them?”

“The customers? They seem fine.”

“Bunch of rich assholes, if you ask me.”

“Everybody around here is a rich asshole, Nate.”

He grunted. “Yeah, except me.”

“No. You’re just an asshole.”

We rode in silence while Tommy gave the group his speech, something about the area’s history and other nautical facts. I didn’t care at all, and I was sure Nate would have fallen asleep if he’d had to listen, and so we drove the boat together in silence, heading along the preplanned route.

“How are things with your friend?” Nate asked suddenly.

“She’s fine. Haven’t really talked to her since we went out on the yacht.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That was a few days ago. Nothing wrong there?”

“No. She just got a job as a waitress at one of the bars in town, so she’s been busy.”

“Good for her. Probably shouldn’t be working at a bar, though.”

“She’s perfect for it.”

“She probably gets plenty of tips.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.”

I glared at him but didn’t say anything else, getting annoyed already. It’d barely been an hour and he was pushing my buttons hard.

Things had been strained between the two of us ever since we’d gotten off the yacht. The image of his naked body, his huge, hard cock standing erect in front of me, kept coming back over and over. As soon as I’d gotten back into my room, breathless and soaking wet, I’d had to touch myself until I came. I’d had to get that image out of my head.

But that didn’t help. Most of the time, Nate was either lying around drinking beer by the pool or going for long, crazy runs. He was practically never wearing a shirt, which made it so much harder than it had to be. He was my stepbrother and that was all there was to it.

Besides, my dad was stepping up his dating pressure. I didn’t know why, but he really wanted me to meet a bunch of young, eligible men he knew, probably because he didn’t think that I was capable of meeting and marrying the proper guy.

I was sick of him pushing the same lame investment banker onto me over and over. Okay, it wasn’t literally the same guy, but I had used the wrong name more than once, to everyone’s embarrassment. They were all named Chet or Michael, and they all loved boats as much as my dad did, and they all loved cocaine most of all.

That was pretty much all you needed to know.

And yet, despite Dad bringing around eligible men all the time, the only guy I couldn’t get off my mind was so supremely not-eligible that it made my skin crawl. He was rude and crude and muscular and serious and loved to make fun of me, and he was also my stepbrother.

Nate began to slow the boat down and brought it to a stop.