“I guess,” said Rob, then he laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t that be like weird?” he said.
“What?” she asked again.
“Because I had a stepsister for a while and she was a baby,” he said.
A sinking feeling just landed in the pit of Diane’s stomach. She already knew what he was going to say.
“There’s no way,” she said. “I don’t even want to know.”
“I was just teasing. My dad was married to woman with the last name of Lane,” said Rob. “It couldn’t have been your mother. Besides the world isn’t that small.”
Diane’s insides knotted up. Lane was her mother’s maiden name. An oily sweat beaded on her forehead.
“What’s the matter?” asked Rob.
“Do you happen to know what your address was in San Diego?” she asked.
“We actually lived in Encinitas. On Willow Lane,” he said.
Diane swallowed hard.
“At 357 Willow Lane?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He craned his face around so that he looked her in the eye. He had a wicked smile on his lips.
“Nooooo,” he said with delight.
“My mother got the house in the divorce, she told me,” Diane said.
“She certainly did. California is a no fault state but Dad felt so bad, your mother being a widow and all. I know that much because we did have a discussion later. I was eight at the time and you were barely two.”
“So we weren’t brother and sister for very long, then, were we?” she said.
“We were never brother and sister. It was just a technicality. Are you weirded out by this?” he said.
“I guess,” she said unsteadily. “Kind of.”
“Oh, you are so silly,” he said.
He pressed her gently back against the mattress and framed her with his forearms. He looked at her squarely.
“Listen to me,” he said with a smile on his face. “We are not related.”
“Historically, we were steps,” she said.
“Yes and even if we had known that, it would still not be wrong. They were married for a couple of months when they realized they made a mistake,” he said.
“I think maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the idea of it that is upsetting me. It’s a little rich for my blood,” she said.
“Too kinky?” he laughed.
“Little bit,” she replied.
Chapter Six
He knew what he was saying was correct. They really had done nothing weird or unusual except for the fact that they really had just met and they hooked up. That was something different for Diane too.
Rob held her for a little while before getting dressed and kissing her goodnight. He made sure the door was locked as he left. Despite the bombshell of the fact that their parents had once been married, she slept like a log.
But when she woke up she was clear. She needed to put the night and Rob Zingg far behind her. She would let her boss know exactly what he said. That the three weeks she had before she traveled was not enough time to acquire self-defense skills so the class would be a waste of time. Therefore, she need not go back.
But it was funny how she did flip flops. One moment she was very sure she never wanted to see him again. That it was wrong for her to see him again. She didn’t even remember his being in the same house with her as a child but there it was, that little window time when they were technically related.
And then the occasional shiver would remind her of what it was like to be held by him. From the moment she saw him, she knew she wanted him. She wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man like him. He was all man. And he made her feel like such a woman.
Diana sat at her desk at work, not concentrating on her job. She saw what she believed to be his call go through to her boss. She wondered if her boss had already told him that the classes were a no-go.
Her boss opened her door.
“Hey Diane,” she said. “I have this Rob Zingg on the line. Can you come in here for a moment?”
Adrenaline rushed through her veins. Diane was trembling as she walked as though she had slammed coffee. She took a seat on her boss’s couch.
“So Rob and I were talking. He thinks if he gives you an intense crash-course in self-defense, plus takes you to the shooting range, then our money would be better spent,” her boss said.
“I think we were kicking the idea around last night,” Rob’s voice said over the speakerphone. “Maybe Diane forgot. But she is correct, I do think that three or four more classes wouldn’t do the trick.”
Diane was surprised by the way she was really glad to hear his voice. She didn’t think it was a good idea to see him again, but she could at least admit to herself, that she would love to if all things were equal.
“Unfortunately, given the time crunch…” said Diane, “I have so much workwise to prepare for the meeting, my schedule doesn’t allow for me to prep for my meeting and do intense training with you.”
“As of now, I am giving you a flex schedule. You can train two or three hours with Rob and then come into work. After the meeting when you get back, you can take a week off if you like and catch up on rest,” said her boss.
“But—” protested Diane.
“Done deal,” said her boss. “Rob, are we good?”
“All good here,” said Rob. “See you in class tonight, Diane?”
Diane hesitated.
“Diane?” he said.
“I am actually wiped out from last night. I’ll be there tomorrow night,” she said.
Her boss started to protest. Rob made a sound that could be heard on speakerphone. He was obviously disappointed.
“Hey, it’s the best I can do. I was not expecting this. I am not really in shape for this. I can only do what I can do,” said Diane.
Thus ended the conference call. Diane was annoyed. One of the reasons she was so hot was because she was so tired. He had kept her so very busy until the wee hours of the morning. Diane probably could use some carbo loading.
“I’m going to go grab some lunch,” Diane said to her boss.
But what she was going to do was go down to the parking garage and power nap. She was exhausted. And now with the phone call, more than ever, Rob was square in the center of her head, filling her every waking thought.
Chapter Seven
Diane got the rest she much needed after work. There was no word from Rob, though she could feel him. She went home, put on her jammies and cuddled in front of a movie until she fell asleep.
There was some anxiety the next day because she was supposed to leave work early and go to the self-defense class. Something came over her. Maybe she knew what she was going to do all along but when the time came for her to leave, Diane didn’t go to class.
She felt like a naughty school girl sneaking off from work and going straight home. She wasn’t sure what she would say when the time came to explain herself. She couldn’t very well just be honest about why she wanted to avoid Rob Zingg.
But then Diane’s car must have had a mind of its own. She still didn’t go to class but she didn’t go home like she wanted. She waited until after class had started and from the shadows, she watched in the window of the building on the street-side as Rob conducted class.
At one point towards the end of the class, Rob actually broke from the class and headed towards his office. Diane was afraid he would see her and so she dashed down the street in her ridiculous high heels towards her car.
The clicking of her heels on the pavement, she couldn’t have heard him behind her. But on top of the noise, Rob Zingg was so stealthy, like a ghost, she would not have heard him.
He swept her up in his arms, enveloping her with his huge body, lifting her off of her feet.
“Where is your car?” he whispered.
He held her door for her and when she got into the car, his fingertips touched her lower back firmly to guide to car.
“I’ll
drive,” he whispered, picking her keys from her pocket.
Diane had to admit she liked the feel of his hand in her tight back pocket. Her body pulsed with the electric energy the two of them shared.
“How’s your knee?” he asked while he took it upon himself to buckle her in.
“It smarts but I’ll live,” she said, smiling.
“I’m about to give you some more medicine, hold on,” he said.
He was actually a little big for her car but he drove it like a professional. He pulled out into the urban traffic and then veered off to an industrial area. He pulled into the drive of an abandoned complex. He parked. He got out of the car without a word of explanation and opened the gate. He got back into the car and drove the car on through.
“What if we get locked in? What if someone pulls that gate closed and locks it for real?” she challenged with a smirk.
“I guess we’ll get caught with our pants down now won’t we?” he asked.
He leaned over and kissed her with torturous slowness before driving on. The car tooled up the ramp of a parking garage. Diane was nervous. Thoughts of the building being condemned and the two of them crashing to their death played through her mind.
But she trusted him. And it was exciting. She liked the adrenaline more than she was afraid. She didn’t want to be careful anymore. She wanted to go with it. Finally they were on the very top level. There was nothing around them. Just the two of them, the sky and the security lights.
“Think we’re on camera?” she asked.
He loomed over her and scolded her with a stare.
“Do you have any more questions or are you trying to be a buzzkill?” he teased.
He mimicked her, affecting a high pitched, feminine voice. Diane was belly laughing. She was laughing so hard that she was crying. To hear this enormous, muscle-bound, baritone do his impersonation of her, was hysterical. The laughter was cleansing. It knocked all of the stress and any doubt from her system.
“Turn the car back on,” she ordered.
“You telling me what to do, Foster?” he winked.
“Yep I am, Sensei,” she said.
Rob complied. Diane flipped the latches and pushed a button, and put the top down.
“There,” she said, leaning over him to maul him with a kiss. “A little more room to work.”
She climbed onto his lap and reached down by his hip. She released the lever and they sank back flat. Diane pressed her lips to his and parted his mouth with her tongue.
He smelled so good. He smelled so masculine. She had just been with him and yet she was pleasantly thirsting for more. She cupped the back of his neck and enjoyed kissing him.
His massive hands skated all over her, landing firmly on her buttocks. He pressed her against him so that she could feel his huge erection pressing into her through their clothes.
“You are so hung,” she murmured.
“You complaining?” he asked.
“No one bit,” she replied without missing a beat.
He chuckled darkly and masterfully, skimmed her pants from her body. The night air touched her bareness. She drew her knees upward. She raised her hips upward and then lowered herself, impaling herself with him.
She arched in the night air with the glorious feeling of having him inside of her. All the worries and hangups of their having been technically related evaporated. All she wanted was complete pleasure as only he could give her.
On her knees this way, gripping the door, she could rock on him forever. He watched her as she slowly bounced, up and down. His eyes glazed over, his hands explored and played.
He brushed up the hem of her clothing. He found her breasts. His touch was so warm against her tender skin. His hands firmly cupped her as he drew together his forefingers and thumbs like gentle claws, tweezing her nipples.
The pleasurable pain sent jolts through her. She seized on him, sending pleasure throughout them both. Diane felt like a goddess riding her magnificent steed of a man in the open air. Anyone could drive up as they did. Anyone could catch them. It was exciting.
Without warning, he deftly pushed open the car door. He encouraged her to get out of the car. He was quickly behind her. He bent her over the hood of her car and drove into her that way. She was so vulnerable. So exposed. And yet so protected by him.
Diane laid on top of the still-warm car. The heat was soothing against her body. Her clothes were half off of her. The cooling engine heat made her insides feel liquid and naughty.
Rob braced her, keeping his steady, unbreaking pace into her. He gripped her hips and pressed her back. Struck with inspiration, she raised up and down onto her toes to visually tease him. He gave her buttocks a playful spank.
The delicate bite of the playful tap caused her channel to constrict on him. She asked him to do it again.
“Another please,” she said.
“You like that, huh?” he asked.
“Not too hard,” she counseled. “But just hard enough.”
He obliged her, striking her a little bit harder than he had before but all in fun and not harmfully or dangerously. It was like a little electric shock. And it was just enough to set her in motion.
The constriction that the spanking caused was no longer voluntary. From deep within, Diane’s body sweetly convulsed as Rob drove into her. She hugged the hood of the car and stared out into the vast night as she came.
“Oh baby,” he muttered.
Her pleasure gave him pleasure and he was soon tumbling after her into rapture. They did not hold back as they moaned through the orgasm that they shared. He bent over her, shielding her, twining his fingers as her as their bodies seized and spazzed.
“God you feel so good,” he whispered.
And so did he.
Chapter Eight
It was more than magical being in her car, with the top down on the roof of the building. There wasn’t a soul around. It was just the moon, the sky and Rob and Diane.
They had climbed back into the car after putting their clothes back together and held one another. She laid her head against his broad, rock-hard chest, taking great comfort in the warmth of Rob’s body. How could something so fit and so muscled be so luxurious? She could sleep right there under the vast night sky.
She knew, though, that if she were to maintain a sexual relationship on top of attending class at the wicked pace before traveling half way around the world, something would have to give. She could not do well at work and class if she were focused on him.
“We can’t do this, can we?” she remarked.
“I don’t think we can,” he agreed, with disappointment in his voice. “I have a buddy who can teach what you need to know, just like we planned.”
“It’s weird how two people who just met each other have so much history. Or at least that’s the way it feels,” she said.
“It does,” he said.
And then he laughed.
“Jeez,” he said. “I was not looking for a relationship.”
Diane wasn’t sure how she should take that? She was a big girl. She realized that people had casual sex. But he didn’t need to be callous about it.
“I get it,” she said. “No strings.”
He dipped her back into his arms and looked her straight in the eye.
“That wasn’t what I meant,” he said warmly.
He stroked her hair.
“I like you,” he said. “I really like you. I want you for my own. Boyfriend and girlfriend.”
It was a lot to take in so fast. Diane’s head was spinning.
“And I don’t know how much travel you’re required to do with your job but I don’t want this to be the end,” he said.
It was not often Diane heard a guy say those words. She was not a big dater because she did put work first. But it was also not often a guy like Rob walked into her life or snuck up behind her, as the case was with her.
Diane brushed her fingers through his luscious hair.
“Why do we have t
o decide anything right now?” she whispered.
She realized as she said those words, she wanted him again. It was crazy. Her appetite for him was insatiable.
“Why not just take this one step at a time?” she asked as she positioned herself to take him again.
Rob had a strange almost painful look on his face as he looked at her. He looked like she felt. If it wasn’t love, it was something.
“Sure,” he said.
They held each other under the night sky before driving home.
THE END
Taken by my Navy SEAL Stepbrother
Chapter 1
If there was one thing Gerald Allen knew, it was how to strategize and win by following the game plan. As a Navy SEAL, it was his job to follow orders and to eat, drink and sleep the “plan.” The mission.
Failure to do so meant not only losing your life but the respect from your peers, and the attention of the all-watchful eye of the United States. Even at twenty-three years old, Gerald still walked and talked like it was day one of training. His enthusiasm never left him and the unending danger of it all seemed to calm him when things got too quiet.
So it only made sense to Gerald that getting laid while on leave to meet his dad was just a matter of following the basic rules of combat. The battlefield might be different—women—but the strategy was much the same.
First, come prepared and armed. Good-looking men in uniform always had a better chance of scoring on the first date then some poor schmoe in a leisure suit. The uniform meant courage. The big guns were, naturally, his tight abs and tighter ass, as well as his series of villainous tats stretching across his arms and deep into his shoulders. Markings of skulls, angel wings, stars and even a few verses of song lyrics that always wowed the bimbo babes who prided themselves on being “like, really smart.”
He was a machine in the uniform. Off-duty he was a soulless badass, a mockery of a real man, with no morals or standards other than maintaining his body to prime shape for when duty called. Whatever he was inside was irrelevant to the mission, which in this case was simple enough. Operation: Infiltrate the enemy’s territory through surreptitious diversion. Namely, by being attentive and “mirroring” whatever the woman was saying. Demonstrate confidence, pay attention to her conversation, challenge her, become the ideal man she’s unconsciously asking for.
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