Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance (16 page)

One of the men from across the room grins at me wolfishly as he starts to move towards me, and I whirl again, desperately seeking an exit.

And I whirl into HIM.

“Hey,” his voice is deep and gruff, and yet somehow it eases me as he puts his hand up, palms out as he peers into my face. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He’s actually concerned, or at least looks that way with his mask on. I can see white teeth flash across his strong, chiseled jaw, and my eyes drop to the tuxedo he wears and the way it stretches tight across muscular shoulders and a strong-looking chest. 

But it’s the eyes that grab me the most; the brightest, most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. 

And somehow, I feel safe with him. Somehow in the middle of this madness unfolding around us, I suddenly feel grounded with him there in front of me.

“I’m— Yeah, I’m fine.”

He grins at me. A roguish sort of smirk that somehow has me grinning right back before his eyes suddenly dart to something behind me. 

“Walk the fuck away, right now.” 

I freeze as I feel his hand slide possessively over my hip, but when he pulls me close, I can feel my heart skip as my hand instinctively goes to rest on his muscular chest.

I turn to see the man with the wolfish grin standing there, glaring at my stranger.

“She’s with me,” my mysterious knight in shining armor growls, and the man finally gives another sneer before simply walking away.

I don’t actually know what it is that finally has me tearing at his clothes and hungrily kissing him like we’re the last people on Earth not twenty minutes later. The fear turned to something more urgent? The place itself and viewing that whole night through shades of sex? Or maybe just the raw power of my stranger; the way he makes me feel utterly protected, and yet totally dominated at the same time. The way he makes me feel ALIVE when he looks at me, or on fire when he touches me. 

Or maybe I really did just want to get laid that night.

In any case, it’s not the
why
that I’m thinking about later that night in the present, there in the Lincoln bedroom of the White House, it’s the
what
. 

Because as much as I hate to admit it even to myself, that night and what happened are
all
I can think about as I lie there, naked in my bed.

Hunter
is all I can think about like some sort of sex-starved maniac as I slide a finger deep into my pussy and toss my head back against the sheets to moan while picturing his fat cock driving deep inside of me.

I picture us back in that private room, and I’m tearing that tuxedo off his
perfect
body, and he’s yanking the dress down over my shoulders and letting it drop to my feet. His mouth is on mine, bruising my lips with a raw, animal hunger that has me
melting
into him. He stirs to life this aching desire pooling between my legs. 

I’m hungry for him, so wet and so ready to have him take me any way he wants. It’s crazy and wild, but I
want
this more than anything. I
want
something wild, and something crazy before it all gets shut away.

He’s my wild and crazy that night. He’s my wicked, naughty, dirty little secret before I shut him and that night away forever.

Guess that didn’t turn out as expected.

But right then, I don’t care a
bit
about all that. I don’t care about the drama and the scandal and the wild fear of what not being able to stop thinking about Hunter Ryan might
mean,
because I’m too busy thinking about how he
feels.

I’m too busy sinking a second finger into my dripping wet pussy, and gasping as I rub my thumb over my clit.

I want to say it’s wrong, and I want to deny how he makes me feel, but I just
can’t
. Especially right now, fantasizing about those arms, that chest and that
perfect
cock of his. 

Jesus, who am I? I’m playing with myself and literally
dreaming
of Hunter’s cock; his perfect, thick,
not
small cock. I’m picturing it in my hand. I’m playing with my clit as I fantasize about taking it in my mouth. And as I plunge my fingers deep inside, I’m imagining him driving into me. I’m remembering how he felt as he pounded me, as he throbbed inside of me and made me come again and again.

I’m so lost in it all that I don’t even hear the knock on my door until it comes a second time, and then the moment is
shattered.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
, I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before I jump out of bed and grab my robe. The knock pounds again on the door, and I have no idea what time it is, but I’m flustered and still out of breath as I near the door. The thought enters my mind that I should probably go
wash my hands
, but the knocking comes again, kicking the thought from my head. 

Just get rid of whoever it is then go to bed. Go to bed and enough of fucking yourself thinking of your damn stepbrother.

I unlatch the door and fling it open with a deep scowl on my face. “
Yes
, what is—”

Fuck
.

It’s Hunter, of course. Hunter grinning at me with that damned knowing, arrogant smirk and those wicked, piercing blue eyes.

“Evening,
princess
,” he says, winking at me as he leans agent the the doorframe. He’s wearing civilian clothes, the dark jeans and the tight white t-shirt molded
perfectly
to his frame. His eyes drop to my robe, and I blush as I feel his gaze linger there for a second.

“What do you
want
, Hunter?”

“Nighttime checks.”

I roll my eyes. “What happened to Ron who was just standing out here?” I glare at him, thinking about what he interrupted just for some of our now patented banter. “Isn’t it your night off?”

He shrugs. “Eh, not anymore.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Since
when
?”

“Since now. Oh and I sent Ron home.” He grins at me as she spreads his hands wide. “Honestly, not my decision, but rules are rules, right?”

“Oh
right,
because you’re always
so
very concerned with the rules.”

He laughs. “Hey, I just like that it’s my job to know where you are.” He winks, “And what you’re doing.”

I blush before I can stop myself, and he smirks at me. “So, what
were
you doing?”

“Going to
bed
, before you banged on my door like a psycho.”

“Oh, going to to bed, huh? That all?”

I roll my eyes and open my mouth to tell him to go away when he suddenly pushes right past me into the room. I whirl, my mouth open. 

“Um
excuse me?
You can’t just fucking barge in here, you know!”

“Sure I can,” he says, turning and winking at me. “Gotta make sure you’re safe.”

“I’m
safe
, now get out.”

He looks around the lounge area outside my actual bedroom before he turns and heads right for it. “I’ll just check out the bedroom real quick here.”

I suddenly think of my wrinkled sheets and my panties still lying where I discarded them on the floor earlier before I fell into my bed and my fantasies.

Of
him
.

Of course, it’s just a wrinkled bedspread, and discarded clothes — nothing scandalous like a vibrator or something — but by now I just
know
that Hunter has a way of sussing out my secrets. 

I jump forward, grabbing at his arm. “You’ll do no such thing!”

But he’s already through the doorway, and of course, his eyes immediately drop to the pair of black panties lying incriminatingly on the floor by my four-post bed. He turns and raises an eyebrow at me before I grumble and push past him to kick them under the bed.

“See? Safe. Not terrorists, no assassins, no rogue nuclear state. Happy now?”

Hunter grins at me. “So, sleeping, huh?”

I groan. “
Yes.
”

“Sure.” He takes a step towards me, and I take a sharp breath. “And how was
sleeping
going for you?” He takes another step towards me, his eyes locked right on me like he
knows
. Like he can look right inside of me and knows
exactly
what I was doing.

“It was…” I shake my head and swallow heavily. “How was
your
night?”

“Frustrating.”

I make an exaggerated pouty face. “Aww, shame. Get turned down?”

He grins, “Opposite, actually.”

I frown, instantly feeling the spike of jealousy lancing through me at the thought of him with someone else.

Jesus, is that why he’s here so late? To rub it in my face that he was with another girl?

The thought enrages me, even if I know how ridiculous that is. It’s not like I have any sort of
claim
on him or anything. Actually, I’ve been pretty clear about
not
wanting anything to do with him. 

So why the hell am I so pissed? 

Why does the thought of Hunter with another woman make my blood boil?

Because the illicit affair we’re carrying out is the
hottest thing ever
? Because I’m doing my
damnedest
to not give in and sleep with him again? Not because of how wrong it is, but because I’m scared of how fucking
good
he felt. 

Because I’m afraid that
he
of all people made me feel like nothing — and no
one
— else ever had and I’ll never have it again because of who we both are?

None of that does anything to help right now while he’s standing right here in my room, inches away from me while I’m wearing nothing but a thin robe.

I glare at him. “So, have fun tonight then?” I sneer out.

He grins, wickedly. “Oh now, are we jealous?”

I roll my eyes. “Hardly.”

“
Please
, you’re a shitty liar.”

I scowl at him. “Well you’re just a shitty…” I trail off, stumbling over my words.

“Nice come back.”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs, “Oh my God, you’re so jealous.”

I glare at him. “Not in a million years.”

“You want to hear about it?”

“Um ,
no
—“

“It was good but not great.”

I can feel my heart start to sink, and the fury rise up in my face. “Jesus, I told you I didn’t want to—”

“It was in my room, here actually.”

I whirl away from him, throwing my hands up to my ears. “Oh my God;
stop
, please.” I’m furious and I shake his arm away when he reaches out for me, but he grabs my arm anyways and pulls me back around towards him.

“I was alone, Maddie.”

I freeze, the rage etched on my face. “
What?
”

He grins wickedly, like he’s fully aware of how under my skin he is. “Like I said, I didn’t get turned
down
.” He winks, “It was more like
on
. Except she won’t give me the time of day,” he murmurs lowly as he moves against me. “And I can’t get her out of my fucking head.”

He’s talking about me.

And then the other light goes on in my head about what he said before, and I frown at him. “Wait, what do you mean ‘it was good but not great’?”

“When I came.”

I can
feel
my body react to his words.

Oh my God, he came alone in his room.

And he’s talking about me.

The desire burns hot between my legs as I feel my pulse thrum in my ears. God it’d be so easy. It’s late, it’s just him and I, and there’s a bed right here. 

It’d be so easy to just let go and let what I know we both want happen. 

He moves right against me, and I look up into those piercing blue eyes, feeling the illicit thrill of him tingle through me. I gasp as I feel his hand slide over the tie of my robe to the front, slowly pulling at it. My breath comes quickly as he tugs the simple knot undone, and the robe parts just a bit at the top, letting him see the swell of the tops of my breasts.

And then he grins, and moves away from me.

“Well, I should let you get back to— Well,
whatever
it is you were doing in here.”

I catch my breath, feeling my cheeks burn furiously. “I was
sleeping
,” I say quickly, feeling the heat pulsing between my legs as I quickly jerk my robe together and tie it shut.

Hunter’s hand suddenly grabs me by the wrist, and pulls my hand up, and I nearly
die
right there as he fucking
smells
my fingers.

And he just
grins
, his whole face smirking at me as his eyes twinkle down at me. “Yeah, thought so,” he says with a little wink. “Enjoy
sleeping
, princess.”