Survival: A Military Stepbrother Romance

by Lauren Landish

  “I was too far away, it was over before I could even get there,” Wes said. “But Robin was amazing, truly amazing. I didn’t know she had that in her. Not just with the wolf, but the whole week we were out there.”

  I had to blink back tears at Wes’s kind words, and Sarah wrapped up the interview with a few more easy questions, nothing too difficult. She had well wishes for us both, and a pass over to the live anchor at the desk. Afterward, Sarah was kind enough to at least give us a real thanks before going off to her next assignment.

  We got to hang out a bit longer while the producers wrapped up some last-minute checks for the live broadcast, and the same production assistant who had escorted us from the airport to the studio came by with checks from CNN as a thank you. They weren’t for much, but CNN was paying for our hotel in Atlanta, and like Wes had promised, it was five-star. The Hyatt at Buckhead was one of the best luxury hotels in Atlanta, and CNN hadn’t batted an eye when Wes and I requested that we share a suite. That the suite had two beds was expected, and we didn’t mind at all.

  Wes

  Getting to the hotel, Robin and I were both happy and relaxed. The interview went better than we had expected, and we had even gotten approached on the way out by a producer from one of CNN’s sister channels, wanting to do an hour-long “dramatic documentary” of our adventure, and asked if we would be willing to work with him on it. The money was a nice little sum, something that I could use without having to go into my Swiss and Cayman Islands accounts. I waited until we were back in the Hyatt to give Robin my big news, however.

  “So, I need some advice from you,” I said once we were in our suite, and I relaxed into the sofa, pulling her down with me. “Now that I’m retired from the intelligence services, what do you suggest I do?”

  “What do you mean?” Robin asked me, turning her surprised eyes to me. “I know you were telling me you were tired of it when we were out there, but retired?”

  “Of course,” I said, chuckling and squeezing her tight. “I couldn’t imagine going behind enemy borders any longer with you in my life, Robin. I just used the CNN interview as an excuse. After all, it’s kind of hard to be a secret agent when you’ve done public interviews and documentaries, and your face is now known. Just ask Valerie Worthington.”

  Robin chuckled and kissed me. “Is that why you agreed to do this? I thought you just wanted a cheap way to give me my five-star hotel weekend.”

  I laughed and kissed her again. “Never. You would’ve gotten that regardless. I just have to get the money out of the Caymans.”

  Our kiss grew deeper, Robin’s soft lips caressing mine, her hands running over my chest. We hadn’t had a chance to make love in almost a week since being back at home, and both of us were hungry for one another. My hands roamed over Robin’s ass as she swung her leg over me to straddle my waist, hurriedly unbuttoning my shirt in between kisses. “I need you so much,” she moaned. “I’ve missed your touch.”

  “Shhh,” I soothed, pushing her back gently and giving us space. “We have this hotel room for the entire weekend, and we don’t fly home until Monday morning. Let’s take our time, really make some memories and enjoy the time together. No rush, no need to hurry. Just you and me.”

  Robin took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded, climbing off my lap, which felt empty as soon as she did. “What did you have in mind?” she asked, her hands shaking in desire, and I knew I felt the same way.

  “I was thinking this suite has one hell of a big tub.”

  Robin

  Wes and I had made love in the back of a wrecked plane and in the middle of a forest. Since getting back to civilization, the most we had been able to get in were a few kisses when we knew no one was watching us. So in a lot of ways, doing the whole cliché hotel bit was actually exotic for us.

  The bathroom was big, almost as big as Gerald’s back at the mansion. Wes insisted that I wait in the other part of the suite while he took a bag and set up the bath, only letting me in after he was done. The effect was sweet and romantic. The lights were dimmed, giving it an evening-like glow, and the bath was filled with floral scented bubbles. He had even lit a few votive candles that added to the effect.

  “I would have used pine scent, but I didn’t want to be sarcastic,” he teased as I walked in, closing the door behind me. With the last of the afternoon daylight cut off, the entire bathroom looked and felt like a cool secluded evening, private and exotic. “Go ahead and get undressed for the bath.”

  I could feel Wes’s eyes on me as I stripped for him, something I had been wanting to do for a while. It was another funny little thing about our relationship: we had been lovers for almost two weeks, had sex twice, and slept together for most of that time, but he had yet to see me fully naked.

  His eyes took me in, devouring me as I stood before him, suddenly self-conscious of my hips and how my ribs still stood out against my skin. I was still skinnier than what I liked, but if Wes didn’t approve, I couldn’t see it in his face. Instead, he followed me with his eyes as I slipped into the water, the warm luxury covering me all the way to my chin. “It feels amazing,” I said in thanks. “I do hope you’re planning on joining me.”

  Wes shook himself out of his paralysis and nodded, grinning. “First, some music.”

  I didn’t know the bathroom had a built-in sound system, but apparently Wes did, pulling his iPod out and plugging it into a slot in the wall. Instrumental jazz filled the bathroom, a sensuous mix that left me sighing in anticipation. Wes didn’t let me see him strip down, but he revealed himself fully naked after all his clothes were off.

  The sight of him that way truly took me away. I mean, I had a pretty decent look when he pulled that stupid stunt of running in the lake for a bath, but seeing him up close, relaxed, and with a good shave, well . . . let’s just say the water wasn’t the warmest thing in the bath.

  He had regained some of the weight he had lost in the wilderness, but unlike me, he was so ripped that it was harder to tell he’d even lost weight. His torso and legs were well-muscled, and I could see the six pack of his abs clearly, a light trail of brown hair starting from about halfway down and trailing down to his cock, which hung thick and long. He had let some more of his natural hair grow in since the plane crash, although he was still nicely trimmed by what I could see as he slid into the bath across from me. “Mmm, this does feel good,” he sighed as he settled in. “Is it too warm for you?”

  “Not at all,” I replied, feeling his calves brush against mine. “Thank you. This is truly romantic, even if it is a bit cheesy.”

  “Well, I’ve never actually been very good with the whole romance thing,” Wes said, running a handful of water over his chest and shoulders. It was erotic, watching the silky liquid flow over his defined muscles, and my pulse sped up another notch. “So if I make mistakes with it, please cut me some slack.”

  I stroked my foot up his leg, reaching as high as I could, just past his knee. “Wes, I’m no expert in romance either,” I said. “You joked in the woods and before that I’m no bar slut, and while I’m not, I will admit to being guilty in the past of being a bit more into the bar scene than I should have been. Romance to me was an extra drink and a few slick words. So don’t worry about making any mistakes. Besides, you have the most important thing for anything romantic, in my opinion.”

  “What’s that?” Wes asked, his other leg coming up to caress my own. I could feel his big toe stroking the inside of my thigh, just a few inches from my pussy, and it felt so good that I had to bite my lip.

  “You have the heart I want,” I replied, letting my leg drop and moving across the tub. “You have the mind I want, you have the soul I want, and most of all, you already have my heart. So you relax, Wesley Brandt, I’m already yours.”

  We kissed in the scented water, and it was the softest, most sensuous kiss I’ve ever had. I was tempted to let it go further, but instead I turned around, letting him access my back, and settled in between his legs. I could feel his c
ock twitch, but he kept his composure remarkably well. “Now, after all that stress of a television appearance and an airplane flight and everything else, I was thinking I could go for a back massage.”

  “As you wish, my love,” Wes replied, his words sending shivers up and down my spine. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”

  Starting with the outside of my shoulders, Wes’s strong hands took away all my muscular tension, replacing it with a deeper, more delicious tension in my stomach and nether region. When his thumbs rubbed over my spine, I arched my back, leaning into him and sighing in pleasure. “I love you, Wesley Brandt.”

  “I love you too, Robin Collins,” Wes whispered in my ear. His hands came around to massage my breasts, his lips brushing against my ear and neck. With a chuckle in my ear, his fingers rubbed over my nipples, and I gasped, electricity running through my body. “And I love that your breasts are so sensitive. In fact, I was planning on feasting on your breasts with my lips and tongue for hours tonight, until you are nothing but a puddle of satisfied jelly on the bed.”

  “Why not here?” I moaned, my breasts tingling and my pussy fluttering from his fingers rolling and playing with my nipples. “It feels so good.”

  “I didn’t say you weren’t going to come in the bath,” Wes teased, pausing to lick my earlobe and nibbling on my neck. “But who said I’m just going to stop here? Besides, I can’t turn you into jelly here in the bath, you’d run down the drain.”

  Wes’s joke combined with his erotic touches to leave me breathless, caught between a laugh and a moan. In the end, the moan won out when Wes pinched my right nipple, my body quivering and on the edge. “Please, Wes, make me come.”

  Wes pinched my other nipple and kissed my neck in that special spot he had found that was almost as good as my breasts. The three points came together somewhere in my chest, their energies shooting throughout my body. My toes curled, and my fingers clamped on Wes’s thigh, squeezing tightly as the orgasm tore through me. I stared up at the ceiling while Wes whispered in my ear, his long fingers continuing to massage and tease my breasts until I came down with a long, shuddering cry of pleasure.

  Wes

  I meant it as I whispered to Robin that I loved her. I mean, I’d said it before, but that time meant so much more than what I said in words. Even then I was considering how to broach the subject of making our relationship permanent to Robin, although before I could say anything, she turned in the tub, kneeling and leaning forward to kiss me.

  “Now, let me do something for you,” she said, reaching under the water and taking my cock in her hand. The soft touch of her hand felt wonderful, and my already mostly hard cock went steely in only a second. “Up on the edge of the tub.”

  I smiled in anticipation of what was coming next. I’ve always been one to enjoy a good blowjob. Rising out of the scented bath, I watched as she first used a cup on the edge of the tub to rinse any of the bubble bath away with her left hand while her right hand slowly pumped my shaft. “I didn’t do this in Canada because I insist on you being nice and clean,” she said, looking me in the eyes.

  “I understand, and I feel the same way,” I whispered, my eyes bugging out when her tongue came out to lick the underside of my shaft. Her long tongue slithered over every inch of my cock, finding the little areas that felt better before tickling them with the tip of her tongue. She never even touched the head of my cock, and I was already oozing precum, it felt so damn good. “Robin, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

  “Then come in my mouth,” she said, her eyes never leaving me as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and began sucking me into her mouth. Every nerve in me felt on edge as she eased her lips down, her tongue a madly caressing lash inside her mouth as she sucked me deeper and deeper, going all the way until I could feel myself in her throat. She had taken me all the way, without even pausing or blinking an eye. I’d died and gone to heaven, I was sure of it.

  Working her mouth up and down, I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Robin sucked me perfectly, not too hard, not too soft. It was so amazing that I didn’t even feel at first when her finger started stroking along my taint, slipping toward my ass. My first signal was when she smiled naughtily and I felt pressure on my asshole. “Hold still, Ranger,” she teased, her finger working in slow circles that mirrored her tongue in between words. “This is going to be great.”

  I’d never let anyone in my ass before. I mean, I’m a former Airborne Frickin’ Ranger. We’re the most alpha egos of the entire military, the type of guys who make Navy SEALs look positively beta. Even the gay Rangers I knew were strict tops, and never the type who let someone into their ass. Yet here was my sexy stepsister, the love of my life, telling me she was going to be sticking her finger in my ass, and that I was going to enjoy it. What was I supposed to do?

  I did what my instincts and heart told me to do. I trusted Robin with everything, and I opened my legs a bit wider, nodding silently but still feeling a little unsure.

  The first feeling of her finger pushing past my sphincter was masked by her tongue on my cock, and before I knew it, I could feel Robin’s long finger all the way inside me. I didn’t know if I liked it yet; it was kind of weird, but her lips and tongue on my cock were more than a little distracting, and I could barely think. Suddenly, her finger stroked against something inside me, and my cock lurched, a thick shot of precum shooting into her mouth and stars exploding in front of my eyes. “What the fuck?”

  “Prostate,” Robin replied quickly before she plunged back onto my cock, sucking smoothly and quickly while her finger continued to probe. I couldn’t believe the combined pleasure, and felt my cock growing harder than it had ever been before.

  “Soon,” I could barely gasp in warning, and Robin pulled back, until only the head of my cock was in her mouth, her free hand pumping my shaft while her finger worked my prostate. I exploded, a cry that I think Thor himself would appreciate, my cock spewing spurt after spurt of seed into Robin’s mouth. She kept her lips tight around my head, letting it fill her until I was totally spent, pulling her finger out while I sagged back into the water, facing her. “Holy hell.”

  “Told you,” she boasted with a smile. “Now you’re never going to be able to get rid of me.”

  Chapter Ten

  Robin

  The flight home from Atlanta was more tense than I had hoped. Wes tried to hide it, but I could tell he was just as nervous as I was. I’d flown many times before and loved it, but after that crash, I couldn’t help but feel a little worried every time I stepped foot on an airplane. It’d probably take some time to get over it.

  After two wonderful days in the hotel room, where the only time we left was to go out to dinner at one of Atlanta’s finest restaurants, both Wes and I were nervous as we knew we had to tell our parents about our relationship. I mean, it wasn’t like we could just keep going for long walks or disappearing for weekend getaways for too long without arousing suspicion. And we both knew that the longer we waited to tell Gerald and Mom about it, the more painful it would be.

  “When?” I asked Wes as the plane circled on final approach. I didn’t have to spell it out, he knew exactly what I meant. “You know that they’re going to want to meet us at the baggage terminal.”

  “Tonight,” Wes said in reply, holding my hand. At least on the airplane we could hold hands, and nobody batted an eye. We didn’t look at all like the step-siblings we were, and we didn’t even share the same last name. “After we get back and get settled into the family room. I don’t want Winston or Chef or anyone interrupting us on this.”

  “Yeah, that would be a bit awkward, although they’re going to have to be filled in eventually, I guess,” I replied, giving him a squeeze. “I mean, they’ve been with the family long enough, they kind of deserve to be told and not just figure stuff out for themselves.”

  As predicted, Gerald and Mom met us as soon as we left the security area, although at least I wasn’t swallowed up in hugs and kisses like whe
n we were rescued. After all, it was only a three day weekend in Atlanta. “How was the CNN Center?” Gerald asked after we exchanged hugs. “I heard it’s pretty cool.”

  “Actually, it was less cool than you might imagine,” Wes said, giving his father the scoop on what went on behind the camera. “Seriously, your office is a lot cooler than that place.”

  “Well, at least you two got a weekend in Atlanta. Did you get to tour any of the Peachtree District?” Mom asked. “I’ve heard a lot about some of the restaurants there, and I so want to visit some time.”

  “Yes, Mom,” I said, sharing with her the story about our dinner out, slightly edited to leave out the fact that we went back to the hotel and had sex for two hours afterward. “And when you and Gerald get a chance, you so have to go. You’d love it all, especially what they can do with chocolate and pecans. In fact, when we get home, there’s some local stuff in my bag that Wes made me promise to bring home rather than eat.”

  We all laughed, and for the rest of the ride home we got to fill our parents in on what we had seen and done. Gerald was really interested in the whole part with CNN, which I think is funny because he’s done TV spots before, while Mom grilled me on the food scene in Atlanta. She was disappointed when I told her that we didn’t hit up too many restaurants, but she played pretty cool about it. I could tell she wished we had gone to a bunch of places she had seen on Food Network. She and Gerald could afford to go wherever they wanted, but they worked so damned much they never found the time.