A Baby for My Military Stepbrother 2
Cassandra Zara
Published by Lost Innocence Publishing, 2015.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
A BABY FOR MY MILITARY STEPBROTHER 2
First edition. January 1, 2015.
Copyright © 2015 Cassandra Zara.
Written by Cassandra Zara.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
About This Book
Previously in this series...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
What Happens Next?
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“You better be careful, or I'll have to rip that dress right off of you,” he growled...
Wet with rain and full of adrenaline, I had finally submitted to the forbidden urges my military stepbrother made me feel.
Ian had rescued me yet again, and because of it, our relationship would never be the same. In addition to showing me just how he felt about me, he had been my first. My virginity belonged to him. Only he didn't know that and I didn't know how to tell him.
Our parents wouldn't be home for another two days. Two days for us to get these taboo feelings out of our systems. Except, every time he touched me, my feelings for him grew. That was definitely a problem, because he was leaving for Afghanistan in a month.
Ian hadn't wanted to be my first, and when I let it slip by accident, his conscience forced him to push me away.
He was the most honorable man I had ever met and I would do anything, take any risk, to keep him in my life. Especially if I could give him the one thing he had always wanted... A baby.
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I put my mouth to his and kissed him with all the skill I possessed. He nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth and then soothed it with his tongue. He tasted slightly salty from his run, but still delicious. I wanted to kiss him forever, even if his beard-stubble was scratching my face.
“You taste like spinach,” he said, pulling back after a moment.
“Seriously? I kiss you and you say I taste like spinach?” I glared up at him, still trapped in his sweaty arms.
“I didn't say I didn't like it,” he said back, grinning at my irritation. I rolled my eyes at him, and he just grinned wider. “By the way, I love your pajamas.”
I rocked my hips against his, reveling in the erection pressing against me through the soft fabric of his shorts and the t-shirt. “Wanna take 'em off of me?”
His erection beat against me, answering for him. “God, yes,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss the delicate, sensitive spot just under my ear.
“First, you have to get clean,” I whispered back, punching him lightly in the ribs. He wasn't expecting it and winced slightly, giving me the opportunity to escape. I wiggled free and danced around him. “But, before that, you have to catch me!”
He growled and lunged. I barely sidestepped him in time, giggling and laughing as he tried again and I ran to the stairs. He was so much bigger, stronger, and faster than me that I knew I didn't really have a chance of escaping, but I loved pretending. I loved being chased by him.
He thundered up the stairs like a wild bull, charging and chasing me. I was using every trick I knew to keep ahead of him, spinning and dodging his arms as he reached for me. He finally caught me at the top of the stairs, pinning me to the wall.
We were both breathing hard, panting from the exertion of racing up the stairs.
“You're mine now,” he growled softly, leaning forward to kiss me and mark me as his.
I trembled with pure desire. For a moment, I considered just pulling down his shorts and jumping up on him right there in the hallway, but then I thought of the shower. Of him, hard and erect with the soap bubbles dripping from his cock like semen.
“Shower...” I whispered, barely able to keep the thought coherent...
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Previously in this series...
In Part 1, I had to be rescued by my stepbrother, Ian. Just as he had done in high school, he seemed to scold me for my life choices while not taking any responsibility for his own. And why should he? Hero of multiple tours of duty in the army, it was as if he could do no wrong. Of course, even though I was pissed at him, I wanted him badly. I had wanted him ever since I was a freshman in high school. That and the fact that I was a virgin were my two most closely guarded secrets. But Ian was a complicated man, and he had secrets as well. And after rescuing me from a stalled car in a torrential downpour, he let me in on one of his little secrets, the fact that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him...
Chapter One
The soft glow of morning sunshine woke me. I smiled, even before opening my eyes, smelling Ian everywhere. His bed was harder than mine, but the sheets were softer. I stretched out my arms, searching for his warmth, hoping that he could fill the growing ache inside of me once again.
But he was gone and the bed was cold.
I sat up, pressing the sheet to my naked chest and looking around. His phone wasn't on the nightstand. I let out a slow breath and tried to steady myself as the events from the night before hit me.
I had just slept with Ian.
No, that wasn't quit right. The passion, the energy, the way my body ached in the most primal and delicious of ways all said that what we just did wasn't sleeping. It wasn't making love, either. It was fucking. I fucked my stepbrother. I lost my virginity to my stepbrother. I was deflowered by the one man forbidden to me.
I turned to slide my legs off the bed to get dressed and felt the cool damp of wetness. I remembered that he hadn't worn a condom. I still couldn't believe how amazing that had felt. His skin sliding into me, the friction and the heat. It was better than I had ever imagined sex to be. Everything, from the way the head of his cock hit just the right spots, to the way his semen had filled every inch of me, was better than I could have dreamed. A shudder ran through me as I remembered his semen coating my womb. Just thinking about how visceral and primal the entire experience had been was getting me ramped up and ready for more.
But I wasn't on birth control. There was nothing I could do about it now, but it was something we would have to be careful about.
What was I thinking? Ian was my stepbrother. This was just supposed to get the lust out of our systems. However, if the way my body was responding to just thinking about him was any clue, our fucking had just made things worse. I wanted him now more than I ever had.
I sighed and got out of bed, putting on my clothes. They were still slightly damp from the night before, so I decided to just borrow one of Ian's t-shirts. I found an old gray army PT shirt and wrapped myself up in it. It smelled like Ian and I decided that I was stealing it forever.
I tip toed down stairs and into the kitchen, expecting to find Ian sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, or watching TV in the living room, but the house was silent. I frowned slightly. Today was Sunday, and it was supposed to be a day off for him, so he should have been around somewhere.
Anxiety start to creep into my shoulders. What if he regretted last night? What if he was so repulsed by what we did that he left? What if... what if... what if...
“Stop it,” I commanded to the silent house. I took a deep breath. He was probably just out working on his car or picking up coffee or something. I had no reason to worry. We were both consenting adults and the sex had been amazing. There was nothing for the two of us to be ashamed about.
I pulled out my left-over green spinach juice from the day before and tried to sip on it. Breakfast was a good thing. I could handle breakfast. Still...
I sighed, leaning against the kitchen island and wishing I knew where he was. I needed to talk to him. I needed to find out if he was feeling the same way I did.
The garage door creaked open and I spun. I hoped it wasn't Jenny and Dad, especially since all I was wearing was one of Ian's old army shirts. Relief washed through me as Ian walked through the door.
He was wearing a green t-shirt emblazoned with “ARMY STRONG 10K RACE. KABUL” and black workout shorts. He was coated in sweat and the muscles on his arms and legs gleamed in the early morning sun. It took everything I had not go over and lick him from head to toe.
“Brought your car home,” he said, tossing my keys at me. “You need a new starter. Your old one's busted.” I caught my keys, this time without dropping them and looking like an idiot. Ian grinned at me. “Glad you learned how to catch.”
“Glad you learned how to throw,” I teased. “Where do I get a starter?”
“Applebee's has some good ones. I recommend the mozzarella sticks.” He smirked at his own joke.
“Ha ha. You're such a jerk,” I said, rolling my eyes once I figured out what he was talking about. Food. “And they're appetizers, not starters.”
“Poe-tay-toe, poe-tah-toe.” Ian grinned, coming around the corner. Before I knew what he was doing, I was wrapped up in his very sweaty arms.
“Oh, you're sticky,” I groaned. Seeing him covered in sweat was sexy. Having him cover me in his sweat- not so much. “And you smell.”
“Oh, what about this?” He tucked his chin like he was going to kiss me, but instead, turned his head and began rubbing his stubbly chin against my cheek. There was just enough beard growth that his cheek scratched my face.
“You jerk!” I shrieked, struggling to get free.
“What? This isn't what you want?” he asked, sounding all innocent as he just squeezed tighter, keeping me pressed against his muscles as he continued to nuzzle me and soak me in sweat.
I finally just gave up, and went dead weight in his arms. Except he was strong enough that I didn't go anywhere. “You suck. That usually works.”
“Who are you wresting with and going limp fish?” he asked, a protective, jealous tone creeping into his voice. My stomach thrilled a little that he would feel that way. That he wanted me and would fight someone to keep me.
“Wouldn't you like to know?” I teased. His grip tightened. I wiggled so that I could look up into his face. Storm clouds were brewing in his dark eyes. “I have taken some self defense classes, you know.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, but the wariness was still there. He wanted me all to himself and it made my heart speed up. “Whoever taught you didn't do a very good job. I could have had my way with you twice by now.”
I pressed my body against his, loving the way his muscles melded to the soft curves of my body. My hips rocked automatically against his groin, and I could feel a hardness starting to form. “Maybe I just don't want to escape.”
His cock jumped, and I whimpered. I wanted him again. Wanted to revel in his body and feel the rush of his orgasm lifting mine into the stratosphere. I could finally understand the appeal of sex. I craved it with Ian. No one else had ever made me feel this way- like my body wasn't complete without his. It was strange and exhilarating, and incredibly sexy.
I put my mouth to his and kissed him with all the skill I possessed. He nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth and then soothed it with his tongue. He tasted slightly salty from his run, but still delicious. I wanted to kiss him forever, even if his beard-stubble was scratching my face.
“You taste like spinach,” he said, pulling back after a moment.
“Seriously? I kiss you and you say I taste like spinach?” I glared up at him, still trapped in his sweaty arms.
“I didn't say I didn't like it,” he said back, grinning at my irritation. I rolled my eyes at him, and he just grinned wider. “By the way, I love your pajamas.”
I rocked my hips against his, reveling in the erection pressing against me through the soft fabric of his shorts and the t-shirt. “Wanna take 'em off of me?”
His erection beat against me, answering for him. “God, yes,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss the delicate, sensitive spot just under my ear.
“First, you have to get clean,” I whispered back, punching him lightly in the ribs. He wasn't expecting it and winced slightly, giving me the opportunity to escape. I wiggled free and danced around him. “But, before that, you have to catch me!”
He growled and lunged. I barely sidestepped him in time, giggling and laughing as he tried again and I ran to the stairs. He was so much bigger, stronger, and faster than me that I knew I didn't really have a chance of escaping, but I loved pretending. I loved being chased by him.
He thundered up the stairs like a wild bull, charging and chasing me. I was using every trick I knew to keep ahead of him, spinning and dodging his arms as he reached for me. He finally caught me at the top of the stairs, pinning me to the wall.
We were both breathing hard, panting from the exertion of racing up the stairs.
“You're mine now,” he growled softly, leaning forward to kiss me and mark me as his.
I trembled with pure desire. For a moment, I considered just pulling down his shorts and jumping up on him right there in the hallway, but then I thought of the shower. Of him, hard and erect with the soap bubbles dripping from his cock like semen.
“Shower...” I whispered, barely able to keep the thought coherent.
“Shower,” he agreed, opening the door and pushing me inside. I stumbled inside, turning around to watch him follow me. His eyes were dark with lust and he towered over me with strength. He didn't even look behind him as she pushed the door shut.
Chapter Two
His hands were on me, reaching up under the shirt and to my bare skin. I wasn't wearing anything underneath and I heard his breath catch just a little as he realized that. His fingers skimmed my ribs and went to my arms, lifting the shirt from my head with ease. I stood naked in front of him, biting my lip.
Even though we had already had sex once, I wasn't sure just how much of me he had seen. It had been dark and stormy. But now I stood before him in the light of the morning sun.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he said, reverence echoing in his voice. I blushed slightly.
“Thanks,” I whispered. My heart fluttered in my chest. He thought I was gorgeous. I couldn't help but grin up at him.
“Turn on the water, Hayley,” he commanded. I instantly turned around, opening up the glass shower door and starting the spray of water. Just as I reached my hand into the falling water to check the temperature, he smacked my ass. Hard.
“Hey!” I screeched, turning around sharply. He just gave me that cocky grin that drove me crazy. I flicked my hands at him, spraying him with water. He just grinned wider.
He looked at me as only a bad boy could. Cocky and confident as all get out. My ass still stung, but damn if his confidence didn't turn me on.
He wrapped his arms around me, crushing my mouth to his and molding my naked body to his clothed one His shirt was rough against my nipples, but I didn't care.
“You have too many clothes on, Ian,” I chided, pulling out of his kiss. He grinned and reached his and up and behind his head, pulling his shirt up and over his head. I couldn't resist running my fingers down his chest. Every muscle was sheer perfection. His chest, chiseled and built from years of military workouts, glistened with sweat from his run.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and tugged on his shorts. He kicked his shoes off wit
hout bothering to untie them, and I pulled his socks and shorts away from his body. Leaning back, I had to admire the sight. He was all hard planes and erection from my position. I could feel the moisture growing between my legs just looking up at him.
I licked my lips, anxious to taste him again. I kissed the very tip of his impressive erection, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Ian moaned slightly, letting his head fall back as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I licked up the length of his shaft.
“You taste like sweat,” I informed him, making a face and standing up. “Get in the water.”
He laughed and hopped into the shower. He dipped his head under the spray and let the water wash over him. I was instantly reminded of the last time I found him in the shower.
The clear glass shower hadn't fogged up yet, so I could see everything. His eyes were closed as the water sluiced down his head and to his muscled chest. My mouth dropped open as I followed the sweet V of his muscles to a very large, very long erection.
He ran his hands up and down his entire length, sudsy bubbles dripping from his cock. He caressed his shaft, working himself with pleasure and I couldn't stop staring. My panties were suddenly drenched with desire. Maybe it was the lingering alcohol in my body, but I was halfway to stripping and getting in the shower with him. My inner muscles tightened at the though to being skewered by his throbbing cock.
Ian's eyes met mine and I knew he was thinking the same thing. Only this time, I was going to get skewered. I reached for the door and locked it before stepping into the shower with him.
Ian closed the glass door behind me, sealing us in our own little steamy world. Before I knew it, his mouth was on on mine. His tongue quested and danced with mine, filling me with his taste. I wanted it all. His hands went to my hips and one trailed up to my breasts. His fingers rolled the sensitive peak of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't concentrate on his kiss with his fingers turning my entire body to fire with just his touch.
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