Redeemed Book 2: A Military Stepbrother Romance

by Snow, Lucy

  I almost cried right there, I was so moved by his words. Instead, I did the next best thing and I kissed him, wildly, recklessly, as if there was nothing else in the world but his lips and mine. And for a brief moment right then and there, there wasn’t.

  But then the world came crashing back, in the form of Harrison pushing me back onto the bed and straddling me. “This dress,” he growled as he turned me over easily with his huge and bulging muscles, “as much as I love it, it is beginning to get in the way and since you haven’t yet taken it off, I will do so for you.”

  “Yes, sir,” I murmured, eager to have him handling me any way he wanted. I gasped as his fingers found the zipper in back and slid it down all the way to the bottom in one stroke. The rush of cool air onto my skin made me shudder as Harrison pulled the dress down off me, and I raised my body up off the bed to let him take it off completely.

  “I like it when you call me that.”

  Ugh, could he be any more sexy? Didn’t he already know how much he turned me on, then he had to go ahead and say something like that? I felt the energy of desire course throughout my body as I watched him admire my body, causing a lot less anxiety than it had the first time. A girl could get used to all those looks of pure unadulterated lust coming from the man she desired.

  This time there was an urgency to things that we hadn’t had before - this time Harrison didn’t waste any time admiring me in my lacy deep blue lingerie that matched my dress now on the floor - he pulled my panties off me, a hunger and lust in his eyes I hadn’t seen before, but I had no problem with.

  Harrison leaned over and dove into my pussy with his face, making me moan and wrap my hands around his head and just try and hold on as the shockwaves of pleasure overtook me, all caused by Harrison deftly using his tongue on my most sensitive of areas. He kept going as I lost all control of my legs, sometimes moving them away, sometimes actually kicking Harrison. He laughed it off and stopped for a moment to playfully wag his finger at me before going back in.

  His lips and tongue brushing lightly against my clit sent me over the moon as he teasingly worked in one, then two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. From time to time he pushed his tongue into me, lapping up my juices while I writhed above him in abject pleasure. If I’d been remotely conscious in the moment I’d have been worried how scary I must have looked. But given what Harrison was doing to me I simply didn’t have time to care, it was all I could do to keep from passing out.

  “Oh, Laurel,” Harrison breathed, and I felt the hot air of his breath all over my pussy, “you taste incredible. I could do this forever.”

  I sat up and propped myself up on my elbows, finally finding the words. “As much as that sounds hot, Harrison, I don’t think I could take that much. I can barely handle this much.”

  “I can tell, and I love it. We’re just getting started.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got you all night. And I aim to make the most of that time.”

  “How do you plan on doing that?”

  He gave me a kiss down there, his lips gently touching my clit and pussy lips. I shook with pleasure but managed to keep my eyes open this time.

  “You’ll find out.”

  “Please, don’t do this to me again, Harrison, you know how much I can’t stand it when you tease me like this.” I swallowed hard, building up the courage to say it. “Just please fuck me hard like we both know you want to. I need it. Please.”

  It felt so good to say those words, and get over and tiny fragment of guilt they brought up in me. I wanted sex, dammit, and I wanted Harrison to fuck me.

  Harrison, to his credit, this time listened to me and picked me up easily, turning me over and setting me down back on the bed on my hands and knees. Within a few seconds he’d eased his hard cock into me and we were fucking like animals. It felt amazing having him back inside me, pushing his cock deeper than ever as I pushed back against him, trying to get him even deeper.

  He ran his hands over my back, reaching around to play with my nipples, and I moaned as he felt up my sensitive tips. He leaned over me and I turned my head to meet his kiss, tasting his tongue and mine mixing together as our bodies slapped together with reckless abandon.

  This wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t romantic, it was necessary and it felt amazing. This was what sex needed to be some time. We needed each other and I wanted to feel him inside me, using me for his own pleasure.

  And Harrison was only too happy to oblige me, each thrust taking his cock just to the edge of my pussy before he slid back in, pulling moans out of my throat each time.

  I felt the sweat drip down from him and break over my own skin, already slick with heat. I felt the heat rise in my pussy and I cried out, “Oh Harris, I’m cum-“ and couldn’t continue any longer, the sound choking out of my throat.

  Harrison must have known it was coming, because he came too at that moment, bellowing as he emptied himself into me. We kept thrusting back and forth as we rode our orgasms together, each push and counter-push getting shorter and less powerful as we succumbed to the weight of the pleasure shores we landed upon, finally collapsing onto the bed, rolling around till I was enveloped in Harrison’s sensual and heaving body.

  I don’t remember what time it was when I finally woke up and gathered my things and crept back to my room.

  Chapter 26 - The Next

  Looking for a place to live isn’t easy when you’re on the other side of the country. It was tough to beat being able to walk through places, even with all the photos you saw online or in some cases video. It just wasn’t the same

  I was bundled up in the living room, blankets all around me, a cup of hot tea sitting on the table next to me, steam rising and shimmering as it dissolved. The house was warm but even so the tea gave me new life, gave me new energy.

  It was just over a week since the anniversary party. Just over a week since Harrison and I had decided to make a go of it, to give our fledgling romance a shot, a real shot.

  The feeling of nervous dread and ultimate happiness still hadn’t faded away yet. It was an odd combination to say the least. I was still wrapping my head around the events of the last two weeks. I would pinch myself to see if I was dreaming.

  Our parents had taken The news well. It seems that Harrison had not exactly been tough to read as a kid, and his attraction to me had caused some initial tension between himself and our parents, but in the years that he was away in the military, they had gotten over it.

  In fact, I had just found out, it was Harrison who had tipped them off about the last-second getaway a couple weekends before, leaving Harrison myself alone in the house together.

  And what fun that had been! Except for, you know, the police getting involved, but luckily that had wrapped itself up quick. Almost…conveniently quick!

  So it was still a little strange, at least temporarily living in the same house as our parents. Okay, it was a little strange, it was really weird, but the good part was that we be leaving soon.

  California!

  I had never even considered living there before, but after a couple days thinking about it, moving their with Harrison sounded like the most wonderful thing ever. New York City had been an amazing experience so far, but the weather had taken a little too long to get used to. And I certainly wouldn’t mind trading those dreary cold nights for more time at the beach in San Diego.

  Plus, there was the whole, you know, getting to be with a man of my dreams thing. That had a little bit of to do with my excitement as well. Just a little bit. It was no big deal, really. I mean, didn’t that happen to every girl every day?

  There was one other thing on my mind, though.

  Luckily, I had the house all to myself again. Harrison was out with her parents doing some last-minute holiday shopping. They had of course invited me along, but I had declined, saying that all my shopping was done.

  That wasn’t entirely true. But I had a good reason for wanting to be alone. I had done a little bit of shopp
ing myself a couple days earlier. To a small out of the way store in a neighboring town where no one knew me. On the way there, at the store, and on the way home I’d looked around furtively like I was committing a crime.

  I wasn’t, of course, but people in small towns like Summitville love to do nothing more than talk and if I could avoid all that as long as possible, I’d take what steps I needed. I hadn’t recognized anyone along the way, so at least that part worked out.

  Now it was on to the next thing. It never ended, did it?

  ***

  It wasn’t easy to hold the news in all afternoon. When Harrison and our parents came home from shopping, I wanted to blurt it out, but I figured it would be better to tell Harrison alone and then decide what to do next. Of course, we had never discussed anything like this.

  All of this was just so new that nothing made any sense yet.

  Maybe that’s why I hesitated.

  I couldn’t hesitate to long though, Harrison needed to know. Later that night, I suggested to him that we got to dinner, Just the two of us.

  He happily agreed. By then, we had a routine down. While we were relatively free with our affections, we were still not ready for the rest of summit built to know what was happening between us, so when we wanted to go out, we would go to neighboring towns, where it was unlikely that anyone we knew would be.

  Just made it easier to explore our building relationship without having to many eyes on us. It’s not like we were doing anything wrong, but nevertheless people had a way of talking.

  We walked arm in arm from the car to the restaurant, talking about random things that my parents had purchased while shopping. I wasn’t paying that much attention, too much on my mind otherwise.

  Harrison definitely picked up on it, and when we had sat down at the table, he brought it up.

  “You’ve been acting really strangely all afternoon, Laurel. Is something going on? His face was a mixture of happiness and tinge of worry. I knew the feeling. These last couple weeks have been almost a blur. I kept having the feeling that I would wake up soon and it would always been a wonderful dream, but still just a dream.

  “Am I that obvious?”

  “Yeah, I’ve gotten pretty good at reading new over the last couple weeks.” He smiled. “Everything okay? You can tell me…”

  “Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just trying to make sense of it all.”

  “In what way?” The happiness in his face had drifted away, and the concern and confusion was taking over. His voice had an echo of trepidation.” Anything I can help with?”

  “Oh, it’s nothing like that. It’s been a take me a little while to get used to all of this.” I smiled, but I was sure I was unconvincing. Harrison reached his hand across the table and covered mine with it.

  He looked steadily into my eyes. I glanced around at the other people in the restaurant, but no one here looked familiar.

  “If you are having second thoughts, Laurel, tell me about them. Tell me about them so I can help you with them.”

  “Oh, Harrison, it’s nothing like that. I’m just nervous is all. You, me, and us, and…”

  “And California? You’re not sure about moving across the country?”

  “Well, that’s part of it. I’ve never even been there before. I mean, I’ve seen movies, and I’ve seen photos, it all looks and sounds great, but I don’t know anybody there. What if I don’t fit in?”

  “You know anybody in New York City either, and you seem to fit in pretty well there.” His eyes gleamed.” Think you’re a little too much of an East Coast hipster to hang out on the beach?”

  “Shut up! I am not an East Coast hipster!”

  “I don’t think I have ever seen so much plaid, and so many scarves. You are the very definition of an East Coast hipster. And don’t even fight it.”

  “Shut up! I just like scarves!”

  “And Pabst blue ribbon!”

  “Ugh, it was one time!” a couple days ago I told him the story of when I ordered a PBR at a bar in New York and Harrison had not let me live it down, even for a second. He didn’t mean anything negative about it, he just like giving me a hard time.

  A different kind of hard time than the other stuff we’d been doing for the last week, anytime we could be alone. I liked the latter much much more.

  Harrison roared with laughter, to the point where I was worried other guests at the restaurant was start looking at us. Thankfully they all seem to be engrossed in their meals. “One time is enough to know what you’ve been ordering all that time in New York City! I’ll bet you and your friends sit around the bar and talk about bands you liked before they were cool.”

  I wonder if you could see the steam coming out of my ears. He must have, because his laughter slowed down, and stopped Altogether. “But seriously, what are you worried about? San Diego is a wonderful place. You’re gonna have a ball there. We’ll be right by the beach, and you’ll never be cold again.”

  “I’m sure it is, and I’m sure I’ll love it.”

  “Then what’s the matter?”

  “It’s…” I started, haltingly. It was tough to get it out. “ Just you and me and…”

  “And?”

  No time like the present, Laurel. Just get it out there and see what Harrison’s reaction was. “ And… Our baby.”

  Harrison’s eyes went wide understood my words. His hand gripped mine even tighter, as he sat back in his chair, astonishment clear on his face. “ Our…baby?”

  “Yeah.” I let it hang there, a smile growing on my face as I watched him run a gamut of emotions in just a few seconds. He looked so gorgeous and sexy in that moment, as he came to grips with what we had created already.

  “You’re sure? There’s no question? You did it right?”

  “I’m pretty sure,” I said. “I’ve got the positive test in my purse to prove it. Want to see?”

  “Not here, later, yes I do. I want to frame it.”

  “That… Sounds a little weird.”

  Harrison leaned forward, the excitement clear in his voice. I could tell he was having difficulty not yelling out of Joy. “ I don’t care if it sounds weird, Laurel. This is our child, and we need to celebrate. I’m going to hang that test on the wall, and I’m gonna tell everyone who sees that it’s mine.”

  I laughed. “Why do you think I suggested we got to dinner tonight?”

  “How long have you known?” His voice rose, like he was mad I was keeping something from him.

  “Since this afternoon. I kept wanting to tell you all afternoon but I thought it would be best if we were alone.”

  Harrison nodded. “I totally agree. Our parents have been remarkably cool with this so far,” he gestured with his other hand toward the two of us. “But I’m not sure they’re ready for that just yet.”

  “Nope. I figure we can tell the next time we visit. Take a little bit of the edge off. Let them get used to us being together first. I’m sure they’ll be OK with it, they just need a little time to adjust.”

  “Good plan.” He nodded, reaching has hand across the table and holding mine. I pushed him back off me, and looked at Harrison quizzically. “Are you okay with this? I know it’s a lot to take in, all of a sudden, on top of everything else.”

  Harrison stared back at me like I just grown a second head. “Am I okay with this? You kidding me? This is the best news ever! Of course I’m okay with it. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.”

  Hearing that coming out Harrison’s mouth made my spirit soar. Of all the time I’ve had to think about babies and having children over the last couple weeks and months, there been a voice in the back of my head the entire time saying worrying things about how good at being a mother I would be.

  My own mother had been not the best of role models, and I had resisted Harrison’s mother so long, that I didn’t feel like I had a good idea of what motherhood, true motherhood, looked like. Which scared me, on the precipice of having my own baby.

  “Do you really thi
nk so?” I dropped my voice a little lower. “ I’m so worried that I won’t be…”

  “How can you say that? You can be an amazing mother, I have no doubt. And I’m to be there with you every step of the way.”

  That last part right there was all I needed to hear. Harrison would be with me every step of the way, and together, we could figure it out.

  Whatever this baby was, whoever they turned out to be, they would be loved. We’d be there for them like we were there for each other. That was all that mattered.

  I smiled back at Harrison, losing myself in his warm grin. I squeezed his hand back, feeling a newfound love and connection that I could easily get used to. I couldn’t keep it in any longer, and I started to cry. “I think,” I blubbered on between the tears, “you’re going to be an amazing father too.” I looked around at the other guests, wondering what they must be thinking of these two weirdos getting all emotional in the restaurant.

  Luckily everyone seemed engrossed in their own little worlds, far too interesting to care about us, and that was just fine with me. The only person whose opinion I really cared about sat across the table from me, with my hand in his, looking at me, face covered in a gaze of pure love and a lot of lust too.

  I remembered Maggie telling me about how Chris had been all over her once he’d found out she was pregnant, and I could guess from the last couple minutes that Harrison would keep that trend alive.

  “I sure hope so. With my genes this kid’s gonna need it.”

  We both laughed and Harrison held my hand, reached across the table and wiped away my tears and I couldn’t stop crying and it didn’t matter.

  “You’ll never be cold again, Laurel. Not with me around.” Harrison repeated, just loud enough for me to hear. I pressed my hand against his, forgetting where I ended and he began. “It’s my job to keep you warm for the rest of our lives.”