Stranded With My Brother's Best Friend

by J. L. Beck

  He pumped her full. Strong powerful strokes as he reached under and took her nipples in his fingers flicking them and twisting them.

  With this, her head came up and she gasped. This positon might just unhinge her. He was driving her insane.

  He fucked her hard and deep, giving no quarter as he played with her breasts.

  She bucked and panted like an animal as he rode her hard. “O-oooh, God…” She was being turned inside out, shredded, torn from sanity as her body came alive under him. She had no control over herself. He had it all. Her orgasm hit hard and she bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream. “H-Harris, oh please.”

  “Take what I got, Ridge,” he growled.

  Only she didn’t know if she could take such heat, madness, lust and power. The man was his own storm. She could feel him coming inside her as she came while he held onto her breasts with his palms.

  Her body collapsed forward as she fought for air. Her limbs tremored as she tried to catch her breath. She felt like she just got primed, pumped and was shot out of a cannon.

  He lay over her his hands still under her covering her tits and whispered to her ear, “You didn’t scream, good girl.”

  His hot breath made her shiver. “I-I wanted to. I think I bit a hole in my lip. God dammit, Harris.”

  He chuckled while grasping her face “Let me see.” He lowered his tongue and swiped at her tender lip. He then licked over her top lip.

  She stared at his handsome face as he licked her lips for another full minute. “You are relentless.”

  He rolled to the side and smacked her ass with a playful slap.

  “Oh!” She rose up a little and then slumped back down.

  Scooping her up, he tucked her body to his hard form, his chest to her back.

  A few quiet minutes went by and she almost fell asleep. She had been fucked silly by this man yet again. God, she loved it.

  “I never had a relationship.”

  At his quiet words, her eyes popped open, alert now.

  “I had trysts. Fucked women till they passed out.”

  She giggled. “A bad habit of yours?”

  His laughter rumbled in his chest. “Yes. But then I would leave them.”

  Confused about where he was going with this, she for once, remained mute.

  “I’m rough. I know that. I don’t say the right things.”

  “But damn, do you do the right things,” she teased.

  He smiled against her neck. “What I mean is. I have nothing to offer you. Like a stable life. Backyard barbeques, a dog, cat.”

  Riley bit her lip to keep from smiling. You didn’t laugh at a man like Harris. But god, this was so sweet and unexpected.

  “Even if we manage to get this guy. I’m still a ghost. I knew that going in. I live where I feel like living. I have plenty of money to live out the rest of my life, but it won’t ever be a normal 9 to 5 life.”

  Riley tried to understand what he was saying. But at the same time, she didn’t want to disturb this rare baring of his soul by opening her big mouth.

  “You had a life before you climbed my mountain. A normal life.”

  Her eyes widened. Oh, I think I get it now. She waited to see if he would say anything more.

  He didn’t.

  “Harris, I only want you. Period. Up on a mountain, on a beach. In a dammed tent if you wanted that.”

  He squeezed her tightly to him. “No. I fucking hate tents.”

  She laughed. “So, is this your way of saying…” God, suddenly her words got tangled in her mouth. She was afraid to believe he meant they would stay together permanently. A man like him? She’d hoped, but she wanted to stay with what was true. She’d thought it was way too soon to even consider he wanted her that way.

  “So, you will stay with me?” he asked softly into her ear.

  Again, his hot breath caused a shiver to roll over her skin. He did mean it like that! Oh, wow. She wanted to raise up and pump her fist in the air while letting out a huge WHOOP! Swallowing down her exhilaration so she wouldn’t blow this, she spoke softly, “For as long as you want.”

  “You could be a freelance journalist. Do stories on the Amazon. Go to the UN Summits. Whatever, wherever you like.”

  “So, we won’t be staying up on the mountain?”

  He shrugged. “I have 5 other places all around the world.”

  “I like the mountain though,” she said.

  He kissed her neck. “It brought you to me. I like it too.”

  “I don’t care what is in the past, Harris. You said it perfectly when you said I got a new life when you dug me out of the snow.”

  Kissing her neck, he lowered his hands to her waist and tugged her toward him, bending her body as he guided his cock into her from behind.

  She moaned as that long length slowly filled her up. Did the man ever go soft? How the hell…

  “I’ll rock you to sleep,” he hummed in her ear as his hands cupped her breasts again. He leisurely moved in and out of her.

  “Oh, I never heard of this kind of…Lullaby,” she snickered then gasped when he went deeper.

  “Hush, little baby…” he whispered the tune to her ear. “Don’t you cry…”

  Riley wisely and promptly shut up except for low moans and helpless whimpers as he rocked her again and again.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  ‘ hated to leave her in bed. He hated to leave her period. Who would’ve ever thought he would hesitate to leave a woman? He’d never considered this ever happening to him. Never felt a tug at all about a female. He’d laughed at the other men on some of the teams he’d served with. Writing letters. Skyping with their girlfriends. Going on and on about how the separation was painful.

  Now, he knew. He wanted to be near her all the time. And it wasn’t just her body. Though, he couldn’t seem to get enough of that either. He loved her voice, her smile. Her sass. Despite his dominance…and he knew he was dominant. He’d accepted this about himself a long time ago. Despite this, she would stand up to him. He loved it when she lost her temper too. He got rock hard and even a little breathless. She was fascinating, magnetic, full of life. And no one, man or woman made him laugh the way she did.

  Damn, he was whooped! He grinned as he put on his shirt. He didn’t care. Life now had meaning somehow. Not just surviving. He paused. But now there was someone that meant more to him than himself. It could be used against him too easily. A weakness he never had before.

  He was a loner. Had been one most of his life. An only child, he’d lost his parents at a young age, his grandparents raised him and then they both passed. It was why it’d been no problem to go into the military, into the SEALS then Special Ops. No one out there to miss him. Look for him.

  They wiped away his identity and he was good to go on any mission. If he were killed, no one would ever know his name. No connection to the government at all. As he’d told Ridge, he was a ghost.

  Now, he did have someone. He put on his boots and grabbed a heavy jacket. Someone he wanted to wake up to everyday.

  FUCK!

  He was in love. Or at least falling. He paused to look down at a peaceful, sleeping Ridge. He had to keep her safe at all costs. He just hoped that never meant he had to give her up.

  Pushing away his inner turmoil, he headed out to the gun room.

  Tanner was already there. He had guns and ammo out all over the counters. Looking up, he smiled at Noah. “I love this collection.”

  “Yeah. The whole team pitched in their faves.”

  Tanner looked angry suddenly, his smile cold. “And we will use their faves to get justice.”

  Harris nodded. “And to keep Ridge safe.”

  Tanner shook his head. “Riley.”

  Shrugging, Noah picked up a semi-automatic. “I asked her to stay with me permanent last night.”

  Tanner raised his brows. “Wow. You meant it.”

  “I did. So, you’d better get used to me.”

  Tanner laughed. “She will drive you i
nsane Harris.”

  “Yes, she will, but…I want that.” He did too. She had driven him crazy since she showed up here and he looked forward to more.

  “You are nuts.”

  They both chuckled and assembled the weapons in relative silence for a bit.

  “Okay, looks like we got the whole list.” Tanner nodded. “Now for body armor. We will pick it out now, then wear it off the mountain. Too hard to put on in the copter.”

  “What about Ridge?” Noah asked.

  Tanner huffed. “We don’t have one that small Harris. I still think we ought to stash her somewhere.”

  “Yeah? Like where?”

  Tanner paused and seemed to think on it.

  “Yeah see? We don’t have time to take her anywhere. You said yourself that Faulkner will only be there through tomorrow. Then he will be at the Pentagon. No way can we get him there.”

  “Okay, but she stays in the copter. Not that it’s safe either.”

  “She can wear a vest and helmet.”

  Tanner nodded. “I never thought I’d be taking my little sister to this kind of party.”

  “Things change.” Noah loaded another clip.

  “Yeah. I’ll say. Harris whooped? THAT is a change, man.” He laughed.

  “Laugh it up soldier boy. Until it happens to you.”

  Tanner’s smile fell away.

  Noah stared at him. “So, it has already?”

  He shrugged. “There was a woman, but…”

  Noah tilted his head. “But?”

  “I never got her name.”

  “So a one nighter?”

  “No. All week.”

  “And no name for a whole week?”

  Tanner looked troubled. “Just drop it. It’s a done thing. I’m too fucked up in the head now to be… There’s no future in it.” He shoved his arms into a jacket and grabbed some gear. “I’m loading the copter.” He left the armory room.

  Noah raised a brow. “Hmm. Sometimes, fate has already determined our future.” He’d found this out in a big way when Ridge exploded into his life.

  They both loaded the gear back and forth for over an hour. Then Noah left Tanner to check over the copter to make sure it was in top shape to fly. They were almost ready.

  Heading to his room, he ducked in through the door. Empty bed. He cocked his head and listened. A smile graced his lips. Shutting the bedroom door, he locked it and tore off his boots. He stripped off his jacket, shirt, pants boxers, and socks in maybe a minute flat.

  Nude, he stepped into the bathroom.

  He could see her silhouette in the shower. He carefully made his way closer and quietly slid the door open. He stood and watched her for a moment.

  Water beaded along her luscious body as she washed her hair and tilted back to rinse it. This caused her breasts to jut up, her nipples erect under the pulsing water.

  Fuck, this vision was erotic as all hell. Her hips were curvy and perfect to grab onto. Her legs were silky looking and of course, there was that sweet ass. He licked his lips as if he were thirsty.

  He stepped in, closed the shower door and put his arms around her.

  “OH!” She jumped. “Dammit, Harris! Why are you always sneaking up on me?”

  He laughed into her ear. “I am the hunter, you are the prey.”

  She bit at her lip. “You mean I fall prey to that god like body of yours.”

  “That too, but I know you like my hands as well.” He eased his palms down over her nipples passing them ever so slowly up and down, making the peaks grow hard like he liked them to be.

  She shuddered.

  “Then, my mouth.” He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked on her skin.

  “Ohhh.” she muttered.

  Reaching lower, he played with her clit.

  “You drive me insane, Harris.”

  “It’s a two way street.”

  “No, it’s not. You turn me inside out.”

  He reached back and squeezed her ass. “You like it.”

  “Fucks yes. I love it. It’s scary though.”

  “Scary?” He kept rubbing her clit and tweaking a nipple.

  “I-I don’t even recognize myself when you—”

  He flipped her around and looked into her eyes. “That’s cause you’re mine now.”

  Her eyes shimmered at him. “I-I feel too much for you. I’m scared.”

  He gazed into those pools of midnight blue. “I feel too much for you too. I know how you feel.” He picked her up.’

  She gasped.

  He raised a brow at her. “I’m going to screw you up against the wall now.”

  “Oh goody. One of my fantasies,” she cheered.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed as he smiled at her kid like giddiness. Backing her up against the tiles, he paused. “And get ready.”

  She giggled. “Oh, I am.”

  “Reach down and open yourself to me.”

  Her smile fell away as she did what he asked.

  “Now, grab my cock if you want it.”

  “Want it?” she asked. “I dream about it.”

  He grinned as he felt her delicate hands on his dick lining him up.

  He shoved deeply into her.

  Her breath shuddered. He fucked her slow and easy for once. He wanted to build her up and watch her fall apart. His favorite past time now.

  Her panting in his ear was like music.

  “H-harris…”

  “Yes, sweet cheeks?”

  “I’m addicted to you now, y-you know?”

  He smiled as he went deeper.

  “Unh, god!” She panted as he sped up his thrusts.

  “Get your fix baby,” he urged.

  She lunged back up against him as he plunged inside her.

  Her pussy wrapped his cock like the most perfect glove. He could feel every inch of her slick velvet. He fucked her harder, faster, feeling like he couldn’t get enough.

  Her body was shoved up and down by the power he put into his thrusts. She whimpered and moaned as her body convulsed in a climax.

  “Beautiful,” Noah whispered as he came inside her while watching her face, knowing he was addicted to her too.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  After he washed her hair, detangled her curls, and washed her entire body with his tongue, Riley had thought he was done. But of course he wasn’t, he ended up giving her one of his special towel rubdowns.

  Riley had guessed about his sexual prowess, but she never dreamed… She pushed his sexy face and images of that glorious cock out of her head. Time was short now. She searched through the clothes for something to wear on this…mission. She felt a thrill run through her. A MISSION. God, who would’ve ever thought she would be going on a mission with two SEALS? Like a real live action packed adventure.

  She hurried getting dressed and swooped her hair into a tight bun. She glanced at the clock. Harris had told her an hour. She tugged on the boots he gave her, she still had to wear two pairs of socks to make them fit.

  Okay, she was ready. Her hands shook. God, you haven’t even gotten into the copter yet and you’re disintegrating into goo!

  She sobered a bit at her excitement while she went out to the living room. You are going on this to kill a man Riley. Stop acting like it is a video game—she halted in her tracks.

  There stood the guys, dressed in full body armor. Her mouth popped open.

  They looked like… just like the players in Call of Duty. Both men were roughly the same height. Harris was wider, but her brother was just as imposing. She could imagine their missions, getting into dangerous places like ghosts, killing, retrieving and slipping out just like specters, as if they were never there.

  She stared at them like some kid at the circus watching the high wire act or a flame eater.

  They both stared at her face.

  “Ridge?” Harris spoke first. “You okay, sweet cheeks?”

  Walker turned his head to glare at him and the use of such a nickname.

 
Harris looked unashamed as he shrugged easily, even in the heavy gear.

  “You—y-you two l-look…”

  Walker laughed at her stunned expression.

  Harris stepped forward and leaned his head down. “It will be okay.”

  Nodding like a dummy, she had no words. But DAMN. This man was a real life commando. Sexy, hot, dirty, beautiful…a soldier. Her eyes kept blinking. Yes, you dumbass you knew this. It was just that seeing it in person. Her chest got tight as if she was a fan girl or something while seeing her favorite star right in front of her.

  “Breathe, babe. Breathe,” Harris prompted.

  “See? We can’t take her on this. She has no idea—”

  “Shut up!” she blurted out as she swung her angry gaze over to her brother.

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “You did not just tell me to shut up!”

  “I did! What ya gonna do about it?” she challenged, her eyes beady. “I can do this. I-it was just a shock. I mean who comes into a living room to see…YOU TWO? Dressed like in the movies? Like Full Metal Jacket. Give a girl a damn break for a fat fucking second!”

  Harris was beaming at her, seeming to thoroughly enjoy her ranting.

  “You drive me nuts, Riley. This isn’t a game!” Walker yelled back. “You could get shot, or killed.”

  She pursed her lips ignoring his tirade. “So do I get armor too?”

  Harris laughed. “Babe, you wouldn’t be able to walk.” He attempted to cover his grin.

  “This is SO not funny, Harris!” She glared at him.

  Still looking amused, he took her arm. “Calm down, hellcat. You do get a vest and helmet.”

  She kept glaring at her brother.

  “Well, amnesia or not, you are the same Riley,” Walker said dryly while looking disgusted. “Stubborn, mouthy—”

  “Oooh! I’m not five anymore, Walker!” Then her head hurt suddenly as she remembered arguing with this man before. She put her hand up to her forehead.

  Harris looked concerned. “Are you okay?”

  She stared at her brother as a myriad of memories flooded her mind.