With His SEAL Team, Part 4 (Stepbrothers Stepping Out Book 12)

by Delilah Devlin

  Sara was on her knees, partly raised to make room for Payton who’d slid under her and proceeded to give her oral. From the moist sounds coming from below, Payton was well on his way to giving Sara her second big O for the day—with a little help from Marco, who was busy tonguing the swollen tips of her breasts.

  Yeah, Sara was having a great time welcoming her “boys” home.

  Harley cleared his throat. “So, Sara tell you your folks’ll decided to come a little early. They’ll be here next week.”

  “Yeah, she mentioned it. Said you’d been a big help tidying up the place.”

  “Did she mention I’m moving out?”

  My gaze drifted to Harley whose expression didn’t give away much of what he thought about the idea.

  Harley shrugged. “Physical therapy’s over.” He patted his claw against his prosthetic leg. “The shrink at the VA wants me to keep coming, but I’ve already been looking for work.”

  “Find anything?”

  Harley smiled. “Soldier’s Sanctuary wants me. Said it helps to have wounded vets helping other vets.”

  I smiled. “Guess you made quite an impression on that cruise.”

  Harley’s smile widened to show every one of his gleaming white teeth. “I did. I start week after next. And I already found a roommate to help split the bills.”

  “Sara okay with this?”

  Harley coughed into his hand. “These past three weeks, she’s been giving me a long, sweet goodbye.”

  We both chuckled and turned our attention back to the floor.

  Payton was behind Sara now, cock cloaked—House Rules. Only one who fucked her without a condom was me. As he fed his dick into her pussy, Marco was under her, pulling on the chain he’d attached between the clamps on her nipples while he fingered her clit.

  From the corner of my eye, I watched Harley’s head turn my way.

  “Dude,” Harley said softly, “you’re gonna marry her, right?”

  For a moment, the idea held me still. Not that I hadn’t thought about it. A lot. But saying it out loud…

  I gave a quick, short nod.

  Harley pointed toward the men enjoying Sara. “Guess things’ll change around here.”

  “Maybe,” I muttered. No doubt part of the reason why our parents were making the trek north was to make damn sure I’d do right by Sara. Marrying her was definitely in the cards. “Depends on what she wants, Harley.” This had always been about what made her happy.

  “She loves you.”

  “She loves you guys, too.”

  “But she’s into you, bro. In love with you. Maybe she’s waiting for you to put your foot down.”

  I frowned. Sara seemed pretty into Payton’s deep strokes. “Did she say something while we were gone?”

  “No, but women want to know where they stand. And Sara expects you to lead.” Harley’s eyebrows jogged up and down. “Not that she won’t buck you. She does like getting her ass striped.”

  I sighed. So much to consider. And two weeks to make sure Sara and I were on the same page. I pushed up from my seat. “I’m pretty tired. Think I’ll turn in.” With one last glance at Sara whose mouth was now filled with Marco’s cock, I headed to bed.

  The door creaked and light spilled into the bedroom from the hallway as Sara slipped inside. Still nude, she padded to the bed and peered down at me. I kept my breaths even, my eyes closed enough she couldn’t tell I was watching her. She let out a deep, disappointed sigh and began to turn away.

  I shot out a hand, grabbed her wrist, then pulled her down to the bed. In two seconds, I had a squirming, huffing Sara beneath me. When no amount of wriggling freed her, she conceded the battle with another huff and stilled.

  “Your pussy sore?” I asked, keeping my tone flat.

  “Noooo,” she said then frowned. Which meant yes, but she wasn’t about to admit it.

  “Fine, then ass, it is.” I raised up, flipped her to her belly, then shoved a pillow under her hips.

  She came up on her elbows and glanced over her shoulder. “Not even a kiss first?”

  Without replying, I pushed my cock inside her. I’d been hard all evening, and her pussy was still plenty slick to take me.

  “Thought it was ass,” she grumped.

  “Too much work,” I said, glad she couldn’t see my smile. “Besides, the lube’s on the coffee table in the living room.”

  With lazy strokes, I glided forward and back, in no particular rush to get her or me off. I liked where I was. Loved shoving balls-deep into her juiced-up cunt.

  She sighed and rested her head on her folded arms.

  “Going to sleep on me?”

  “As if.”

  I wasn’t worried she wasn’t into this. Sara widened her knees and let her back sink in the middle to raise her ass. I bumped against her cheeks, loving the cushioned break at the end of each thrust. “So, Mom and Dad’ll be here soon.”

  Her head jerked up. “You want to talk about them now?”

  “Why not? I have your attention, don’t I?” I bent over her and nuzzled the side of her neck. “You know they’ll want to know our plans.”

  “Plans?” she said, her voice rising.

  I barely suppressed a bark of laughter. Her growing tension was evident in the tightness of her shoulders and the steady clamp of her pussy. I thrust faster. “Yeah, plans. Our future.”

  “Fuck, Hunter. What the hell are you going to tell them?”

  “That we’re going to marry. Some day.”

  “Marry?” she squeaked.

  I wondered what that sound meant. Was she happy? Alarmed? Didn’t she know that’s where we were headed? Where we’d always been headed?

  Maybe not, I thought, my hips slowing. I’d never mentioned the future. Never thought it fair to mention it, I guess. Who knew whether the next mission would be my last? “Do you want to marry me, Sara?”

  Her shoulders shook. “You asking me now, while you’re fucking me and talking about our parents?”

  Her voice was muffled, breathy. Was she crying? “It’s not a good time?” I was really glad she couldn’t see my face, because my jaw was tightening, and my expression would have scared the shit out of her. Didn’t she want to marry me? Fuck. I thrust harder, my belly slapping her ass the way my hands itched to do.

  She pushed up again and countered my moves, bouncing back to meet my groin. “My mom’ll want…to know…when you asked me. ‘Did he…get down on his knee? Did he…give you a ring?’”

  Oh. She wasn’t saying no. Exactly. She just wasn’t pleased about my timing. Wanting to finish this quickly, so I could get her answer, I reached around her body and fingered her clit.

  She hissed between her teeth. “Easy!”

  “Sorry. Forgot Marco was chewing on that,” I muttered.

  “He wasn’t chewing. But it’s super-sensitive.”

  I pulled my hand back and licked a fingertip before I resumed swirling on her swollen nub. Fuck, it was hard to think when my balls were this damn hard. “So, you want a proper proposal? On my knees?” I could handle that. As soon as she said yes, I’d eat her out.

  “With our clothes on!”

  Had she read my mind? I grunted and pounded harder. Sooner we both came, sooner I wouldn’t say something else stupid.

  With one hand gripping a hip, and my fingers swirling on her clit, I shortened my strokes, concentrating, listening as I stroked her inner walls, moving side to side, tilting upward then aiming downward, until I heard her breath hitch. Then I aimed at that sweet spot deep inside her and hammered faster.

  She moaned, and her back sank again. Then she clamped her hand over mine still diddling her clit. “Yes, yes…fuck, yes!” She came, her body jerking through her orgasm, when she fell against the bed, only her ass still raised, I closed my eyes and came, breaths hitching.

  I dropped down and kissed her shoulder. “Well?”

  She snickered beneath me. “What’s your dad gonna say when you tell him you asked me in the middle of fu
cking?”

  I bit her shoulder. “I’m never telling. And if you don’t give me an answer there won’t be any point.”

  She wriggled until I rolled away, then she snuggled against my side, her hand roving over my chest, then heading south to grip my dick. “I’m gonna tell my mom I said yes while I was holding your dick.”

  Seconds ticked by while her words sank in. Then I pulled her over my chest and hugged her tight.

  The door to the hallway opened wider and three brawny figures strode in. I reached out and fist-bumped my brothers over Sara’s body as she lay grinning in my arms.

  “Had your ear to the door?” I said, giving them all a mock frown.

  “Heard you all the way down to the living room,” Payton said, his teeth flashing brightly in his dark face. He cleared his throat then backhanded Marco in the gut. “We’ve got a wedding to plan.”

  Harley chuckled. “And a honeymoon. Wonder how big a bed we’ll have to find…”

  I shook my head as they left, laughing.

  Not meeting my gaze, Sara walked her fingers up my chest. “You’re not asking me because you think you have to, are you?”

  Happy as I’ve ever been, I kissed her forehead. “I don’t have to do a damn thing. You’re already mine.”

  *

  Would you like to see more sequels with Hunter, Sara, and his teammates? Write me to let me know at delilah@delilahdevlin.com!

  If you’d like to read the story where Harley played hero on the cruise ship, read Hard SEAL to Love!

  And if you’d prefer a longer story, also a sexy ménage, check out Unbridled!

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  There are moments that can change the course of a woman’s life from one heartbeat to the next. For Dani Standifer, this was that moment.

  She’d returned to Two Mule, Texas, a day earlier than she’d planned, intending to surprise her boyfriend. But the surprise was definitely on her. Rowan Ayers’s body, hardening with arousal, demonstrated more poignantly than any “Dear Jane” letter that she’d been gone far too long. He’d moved on.

  Everything she’d ever dreamed of for her future evaporated like the sweat glistening on his naked chest.

  As well, it hurt that he’d chosen this place to bring another woman. The isolated, ramshackle line shack had been their favorite place, their secret love nest. The cabin sat nestled in a thicket of scrubby cedar, a tall live oak providing the structure shade from the late afternoon sun. The shack was situated inside the Ayers fence line, equidistant from both of their ranch houses. Perfect for the trysts they’d shared throughout high school and during summer breaks from the university. Here, they’d explored their young bodies, talked about their dreams for the future…and made plans.

  Just moments ago when she saw his horse and realized he was here, emotions had welled up, threatening to overspill—gratitude for his friendship, uncertainty because he’d been so aloof of late, and certainly lust, since this place had been their special sanctuary from the world.

  She squared her shoulders, preparing to climb up the steps, but then she heard the soft nicker of another horse.

  Peering around the corner, she spied a tall, gelded bay, and a leaden weight settled in her middle. The second horse only confirmed her fear, but she didn’t want to jump to a wrong conclusion. There could be a simpler, more innocent explanation for why two horses were hitched to the rails outside the cabin. And for why Rowe was naked and aroused. Right. The simplest explanation is that my boyfriend’s about to fuck someone else.

  Still, she had to know the truth. Her anger demanded a confrontation.

  Dani crept silently onto the wooden porch and edged toward the window to take a glimpse inside. Two cowboy hats lay on the table. The twin mattress from the bed in the corner had been pulled to the center of the floor—just as it always was whenever they’d met for a little afternoon delight.

  Rowe stood naked, a hand roaming his taut, flat belly, another gliding up and down his straining cock. But he was alone.

  No fire burned in the hearth, but the cabin had to be hot from the amount of sweat gleaming on his long, lean frame. She stood frozen, noting that his light brown hair was longer than it had been at Christmas, and he hadn’t shaved. A couple days’ worth of bristles dusted his rugged, square jaw. He’d always been scrupulous about his appearance, but she liked the slightly scruffy look and wondered grumpily if his new girlfriend did, too.

  Which reminded her she needed to get moving, or she’d really embarrass herself. And him. Although why she worried about his feelings when he hadn’t had the cojones to tell her the truth, she couldn’t say. With only one room in the cabin, she knew whomever he was meeting had to be outside.

  Still, she stayed there for another long moment, staring, lust and anger curling inside her as she watched his ice blue eyes slide shut while he touched himself.

  He was readying himself for another lover. Stoking his arousal. Something she’d often watched him do, sometimes sneaking up on him, like now, to spy on him and let her own desire climb. Sometimes, she’d lain on the mattress in front of him, pleasuring herself, both of them staring as their hands and fingers played while their mouths curved into slow, sultry smiles.

  Heartsick, she edged backward, trying to decide if she should storm inside to confront him or slink away. One option might leave her feeling foolish; the other would save her a bit of pride while she regrouped her emotions. But did she even have a right to feel hurt? He hadn’t betrayed her. Not really. She’d been the one reluctant to make any lasting promises, sure she could pick right up where they’d left off when she returned.

  Maybe she’d waited too long. The extra year and a half she’d lingered in Austin while she’d worked on her graduate degree had been something she’d wanted. He hadn’t complained. Not once. The last time they’d been together, he’d still been full of plans for their future. As soon as she said yes, they’d announce their engagement and give her brother the chance to provide the wedding her mother and father would have wanted. They’d do things right.

  Liar, liar, liar!

  Suppressing the sob threatening to shudder through her, she backed up another step—and came up against something solid.

  Strong arms wrapped around her, and she froze. The scent of horse and clean male sweat engulfed her.

  “Easy there,” came a low, familiar drawl.

  Shock rendered her mute and rigid.

  “Not what you expected?” he whispered into her ear.

  Not what she’d expected? Did Justin Cruz know about Rowan’s new lover? Did he also know that she and Rowan had been seeing each other before she left Two Mule? Couldn’t be. She and Rowe had taken a perverse pleasure in keeping everyone guessing for years.

  Still, Justin had a bird’s eye view of everything that happened on the Ayers spread since he’d taken over as the ranch’s foreman. Was he here to gloat?

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said tightly. “And you can let me go now.”

  “Not a chance. Don’t want you slinking away. Things just got interestin’.”

  “How’s that?” she asked brea
thlessly while squirming inside his tight embrace. “Seems Rowe’s busy.”

  Justin’s steamy breath blew against her ear, and she remembered the last time he’d been behind her, hot breaths gusting. She closed her eyes and ruthlessly pushed aside the disturbing memories.

  “Disappointed?” he drawled.

  “Course not. It’s not anything to me.”

  “Liar.”

  Something wet slid along the edge of her ear. “Did you just lick me?” she said, her voice rising, although she really had to work hard at outrage.

  The one time she’d stepped out on Rowe had been with this man—just after she’d graduated from high school, when sex with a grown man had seemed like the ultimate rite of passage into adulthood. Something she’d never admitted to Rowe, but still felt horribly guilty about. The fact Justin had scared her into monogamy with Rowe had made her feel only slightly less like a complete slut.

  But she’d never forgotten her one and only encounter with Two Mule’s resident bad boy. Late at night, just as she slipped into her dreams, Justin would saunter into her mind, tempting her to slip back into the dark, erotic fantasy he’d woven for her that long-ago afternoon.

  “And if I did have a little taste, what are you gonna do about it, Dani-girl? Gonna scream the place down and let Rowe know you’ve been spyin’ on him?”

  “I didn’t mean to spy.”

  “But you didn’t exactly back up the second you realized he was expectin’ company, did you?”

  “I shouldn’t have lingered. But I was…surprised.” An extreme understatement of how she really felt. Cold, numbing shock was more like it.

  “No, you shouldn’t have stayed. Why are you here, sweetheart?”

  “I just wanted to say hi. I saw his horse…”

  “Nothin’ stoppin’ you now,” he said, pushing her toward the door.

  “Stop it, Justin,” she whispered harshly, dragging her feet. “Quit playing around—”

  He reached around her and pushed open the door.

  “I started without you,” Rowe said, without turning around.

  “Did I tell you that you could?” Justin said coldly.