“And they say chivalry is dead,” I teased, doing my best to get out of the car without flashing him and half the restaurant.
“Nah,” Ian replied, shaking his head. “I was just hoping to see up your skirt again.”
I rolled my eyes and he laughed, leading the way inside. I followed, taking in the scent of freshly made chips and salsa mixing with spices and the smell of fresh tortillas. I loved this place. Everything was made from scratch by a local family who made the best chicken mole this side of the border.
Ian scanned the restaurant as we waited for the hostess to sit us. It wasn't quite time for the lunch rush yet, so the restaurant was quiet. Ian's sharp eyes picked out his friend and he grinned, walking away from me without warning. I sighed, determined not to be bitter about “just” being his sister here today. It was important that we keep this tryst our dirty little secret.
As far as the town knew, we were siblings. Our parents were married, and in our conservative, military town, it didn't matter that Ian and I weren't actually related. The entire town would freak out if they found out. It was a secret that we had to keep.
The man stood up as he saw Ian approaching. The two shared a hug, a manly hug with thumps on the back that echoed around the entire restaurant. After they had bro-hugged, Ian turned to me. “Hutch, I'd like you to meet my sister, Hayley,” I smiled at the man and held out my hand, and he shook it gently. His grip was solid and strong and I could see the bottom of a tattoo peek out from underneath his short sleeved shirt. It looked like the one Ian had on his arm as well.
“Pleased to meet you, Hutch,” I said.
He smiled and shook his head. “There's no need for you to use that nickname with me. Please, call me John.”
John was around the same age as Ian, with the same muscular build and military haircut. If he were standing next to anyone but Ian, he would definitely be considered handsome. But where Ian's hair was blonde, John's was dark. Where Ian's eyes were sky blue, John's were the color of warm chocolate. He wasn't my type, especially with Ian there.
“So you're the new stepsister that Jackson wouldn't stop talking about,” John replied, using Ian's last name.
“'Wouldn't stop talking about?' Little old me?” I said, batting my eyes in an over-the-top manner. John laughed, good humor sparkling in his dark eyes. It really was a shame I was comparing him to Ian, because he was definitely a good looking man. If I hadn't just had my legs wrapped around Ian's perfection, I might have been tempted to get his number. But now...
I was Ian's through and through.
“Forget I said anything,” John said, keeping a straight face. I could tell he wanted to laugh at poor Ian though. “I don't want to get him in trouble with your dad.”
I laughed. “Dad thinks Ian can do no wrong, so no worries there.”
“So he's got yet another father duped,” John said with a laugh. “Well, at least you're safe with him.”
I glanced over at Ian and had to fight the urge to laugh again. My mind flashed to how rough he had been with me, both in his bed and in the shower. I was far from safe with him.
“Have you ever eaten here before, Hayley?” John asked, handing me a menu as we all sat down. “The burritos are amazing.”
“Their chicken burritos are the best I've ever had,” I replied honestly. “This is one of my favorite restaurants.”
“I like her already,” John said to Ian in a mock whisper. “You never mentioned how pretty she was.”
Ian scowled and I giggled, blushing to the roots of my hair. John was definitely a charmer.
“So, Ian tells me that you were on tour with him,” I said, trying to find a way to steer the conversation away from me.
“Ian saved my life,” John replied, his face going serious.
“Is that so?” I looked over at Ian. “He said the same thing about you.”
“It was a dangerous place. You need a good Battle Buddy in a place like that,” John said with a shrug. “But that's not good lunch conversation. How 'bout those Bulldogs you've been training for war?”
Training for war? I thought of the couple dozen kids chasing Ian around yesterday, smiling and laughing. It was just a little league football team, I thought. Then again, I knew it could be hard for some people to break out of the military mindset, even when stationed at home.
Ian grinned. “This season's going to be our best yet.” His grin faltered a little. “Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“What do you need, buddy?” John set down his menu, all ears.
Ian opened his mouth, about to say something when the waitress arrived and he paused the conversation. A few moments later, after we had all ordered food and sodas, he began again.
“This season's going great. We've won the first three of our games and are on track to compete in the Summer football tournament in six weeks,” Ian began. My heart fell a little bit. Ian wouldn't be here for that tournament. He would be overseas by then. He left in four weeks. “I need you to take over for me at the end of the month.”
John frowned. “I thought you said things were going great-”
“I'm headed to the sandbox.”
John's face went blank and then he nodded slowly. “You got it, Ian. I'll take care of your boys for you.”
“I appreciate that. One more thing, John.” Ian paused and his blue eyes met mine. There was so much emotion there that I was overwhelmed for a moment. He blinked, and turned to face John. “I need you to keep an eye on Hayley for me.”
I felt my jaw drop. I knew that there was a silent “if the worst happens” that was part of his statement. It wasn't just that he wanted John to look out for me while Ian was away. He wanted John to look out for me if Ian died.
“She looks like she can handle herself pretty well, Ian,” John said slowly. “But, if it will make you feel better, I'll do it.”
“I appreciate it.” Ian's voice was low and deep. I wished I could reach out and take his hand. I wished he didn't have to leave. He shook himself like a wet dog, shaking off dark thoughts like water. “So, what are you up to these days, John?”
John took the change in topic in stride. I was still stuck on the part where Ian was asking his friend to look after me. The part where he wanted to make sure I was taken care of. I stared at the two of them as they went back into an easy conversation.
“Just working on the base,” John replied, sipping on his water and leaning back in his chair. “Nothing much.”
“I'm guessing you didn't volunteer to go, too?” I asked, butting my way into the conversation.
Both men laughed as if I told a joke. “Nope. That one tour of duty was more than enough for me,” John answered. “I'm no hero.”
Ian snorted. “You just didn't want this short trip. You like the long ones.”
“Well, yeah. If you're going to go, go for a real tour, man,” John replied. “This 'special' four month tour is bullshit.”
“The only bullshit is that they're sending anyone else at all,” Ian shot back. “I'm just awesome enough that they don't need me to stay the whole time.”
“Bullshit.”
It was just then that the waitress arrived with our food. She gave the two men a strange look as she set the food down without comment on their conversation, and then disappeared off to settle another table's check. The two men began devouring their burritos. I shook my head and dove into my chicken mole, enjoying the spices and seasonings of the delicious food.
“I'm going to go pay up,” Ian said after finishing his meal.
“Hey, I thought it was my turn...” John started to say, but Ian was already standing and dashing off to the front to pay. John rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “I'll get him next time.” He turned to me. “So, how's he doing?”
“Ian?” I pushed my now empty plate away. “He's being Ian.”
John nodded. “I was a little worried when he said he was volunteering for this tour. Especially after what happened with Rachel
.”
“You mean the whole cheating, dumping, and never being seen again thing she pulled?”
“Yup. That bitch was crazy,” John said. “I never did see what he saw in her. I think sometimes he just wanted a family so badly, he was willing to do anything to get one. Even put up with her.” He kept looking at John, as if scrutinizing him. “He seems happier today than I've seen him since they broke up. He seeing anyone new?”
“Not that I know of,” I replied carefully, even though I wanted to stand up and shout IT'S ME! I glanced over at Ian as he handed the cashier his card and smiled. He did look happier. Less haunted. I thought about what he had just said. I also never understood why Ian had been with Rachel. Part of me always hoped it was because she and I looked so similar. The two of us had been friends once, but that was long ago. She had burned all her bridges with me and tainted a lot of memories.
“Have you heard from Rachel at all?” John asked, following my gaze. “Maybe they;re back together.”
I nearly did a spit take. “No, no, no. It would take a miracle to get them back together after what she pulled,” I told him. “Besides, I guess she left town after dumping him. I heard she was in California for a while, but no one has heard from her since.”
“Hmm. Well, whatever it is, I'm happy for him,” John said. “He's a good buddy, the best I've ever had. You have a good brother, Hayley.”
“That I do,” I agreed.
Even though I didn't want him to be my brother.
“What are you two gossiping about?” Ian asked, coming back to the table.
“Just girl talk,” John answered, fluttering his eyelashes up at Ian.
“Well, Hutch, if you got a little time before your mani-pedi, I was wondering if you might want to toss the rock around for a little while?”
He held his hand out in front of him, looking at his fingers intently. “You know Stacy. She will be so mad if I mess up my cuticles, but I guess I can as long as you don't throw the ball too hard.”
I laughed, but Ian just rolled his eyes.
Chapter Four
I had expected a simple game of catch, maybe even one that I could have played along with. However, as soon as a couple warm up passes were thrown, it seemed the game was on.
They fell into a familiar pattern. They would throw the football while the other player was in motion, leading the pass. If it was a good pass, the other person would pass it back the same way. If it was a bad pass, or if they dropped the ball due to a bad catch, they would pick up the ball and run toward the other player. Every time, the runner would try to zig and zag past the defender. It was clear that they were playing two-hand-touch rules, but at the speeds they were moving, some collisions were inevitable. I sat on the sidelines and watched the two muscular men play.
Every pass that John threw was a perfect spiral. I could tell that he had been a quarterback in high school, which was probably why the two of them had initially hit it off. The only time Ian fumbled his passes was when he clearly wanted to.
Ian, on the other hand, had been a receiver. Before he was my stepbrother, a bad pass at practice one day had smashed into his nose, making it crooked. I could never forget how aggressive he had been about it in the days that followed.
Ian still had a rocket of an arm on him, though he was less accurate. Still, I could tell he enjoyed shutting down John's runs every time he made a bad throw. After a string of bad passes by Ian, John looked tired. As he watched a ball fly over his head, he looked at Ian.
“I'm getting past you this time,” John said, then looked over at me and winked.
“Give it your best shot, Hutch,” Ian said.
John jogged back and got the ball, then made an exaggerated show of stretching. He started jogging toward Ian, who stood his ground and watched John like a hawk. A few feet from where Ian stood, John did a little turn. I had seen him do it a few times before, and Ian never fell for it. However, this time, he stopped it midway, and lurched straight toward Ian.
It definitely took Ian by surprise. He had to change directions, and he was clearly off balance. He reached his two hands out to stop him, but clearly was out of control as he slammed into John, taking them both to the ground. It looked like a nasty hit.
In a moment, both guys were laughing. Ian was on his feet first, offering a hand to John. “That was really good. If you were maybe fifteen pounds heavier you would have broken that tackle.”
John grabbed his hand and accepted his help to his feet. “If I were fifteen pounds heavier, I'd be as fat as you and not able to move quickly enough to get around you.”
On the inside, I laughed at that. I had seen Ian naked three times in the past two days, and I wouldn't have been surprised to learn that he was in the 1% body fat club. In any case, I knew the two were just joking around anyway.
John glanced down at his watch. “Shit, I'm late. One of my Joes is getting off extra duty in a few minutes and I've gotta be there to tell him that he's not a complete fuck up. It was nice to meet you, Hayley. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon.” He turned back to Ian. “Jackson, if I don't see you again, take care of yourself.”
“You know it, Hutch.”
They gave each other another bro-hug before John ran off toward his car. He stepped into a shiny, red Mustang, revved the engine and drove off.
“He seems nice,” I said, finishing off the last of my water. “And he's cute.”
Ian looked over at me. “Cute?” His voice was not amused.
“You're cuter.” I grinned at him and he rolled his eyes.
“I better be,” he growled, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “Because I've been staring at you in that dress this whole time, and now I'm going to be anything but cute.”
Desire flamed in my belly. If we weren't in a very public place, I would have let him tackle me right there on that football field. I didn't know how he did it, but just having Ian look at me and say two words was enough to get me frantic for his cock.
“Home?” I whispered, biting my lip and hoping no one could read the arousal painted clearly across my face.
“Home,” he whispered back. “If I can last that long.”
Chapter Five
I practically ran back to Ian's jeep. Ian was right behind me, grinning like a horny teen as he chased me out to his car. I hopped into the passenger seat and Ian revved the engine. I giggled as he peeled out of the parking space and powered down the road.
One hand gripped the steering wheel and the other immediately went to my thigh. I gasped, then spread my legs a little for him. His hand trembled against the skirt, and then slowly began moving higher up my inner thigh.
“God, you're soaking wet,” he said with a gasp as his finger brushed my panties. Just the light touch nearly had me exploding. I wanted his hands to stroke my pleasure center, his fingers to fill my pussy and then to take me and fill me with his cum. I didn't know if I could wait until we got home with his fingers already touching my drenched panties.
The bulge in his pants told me he was as ready to burst as I was. I bit my lip, trying to contain myself as I reached out and caressed him. The car swerved slightly and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He sped up.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he missed the turn to the house. Desire was making me uncomfortable and I needed to have his skin touching mine right now. The turn disappeared behind us and I twisted in my seat.
“Some place closer,” he grunted. I stroked him again. “I'll never make it with you doing that.”
I giggled and did it again. I loved watching desire war with his concentration as he made a sharp left turn. I knew where we were going. Lover's Lane. That wasn't its real name of course, but the shaded, tree-filled parking area was perfect for teens looking for a place to get away from their parents and make out. Or in our case, do a little bit more than just make out.
A wicked idea came to my mind. Something I had always wanted to do. I reached for the zipper on his shorts, his cock pressing a
gainst the zipper so hard I was sure he was going to have indents up and down his length. As I pulled the zipper down, his massive cock sprang free. My heartbeat sped up to dangerous speeds just looking at it.
I shifted in my seat, pulling the seat belt off my shoulder and leaning forward. “Don't crash,” I whispered, twisting in my seat so that I could put my mouth in his lap.
“Fuck, Hayley...” Ian gasped, his hand going to my hair as the other gripped the steering wheel. Ian always thought he was in control, but I liked pushing him. The two times we had sex, he had lost control with me, and my body had come alive. Now I was about to give him a blow job in a moving car, just to tease him so that he could lose control inside of me yet again.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, my fingers barely able to close around it as I leaned over. For a moment, I thought about how this cock had been inside of me, pounding away at me and being coated in my internal juices. It had even made me squirt, which I had never done before yesterday. Still, it hardly bothered me. They were my own fluids, and if I couldn't handle it, how could I handle his semen if he came in my mouth?
I kissed the tip of his cock, then slowly moved my tongue around the head. I had seen this done a few times in Internet pornography but I had never done it at all, let alone in a moving car. Still, as he grabbed my hair and pushed me down, I didn't have much of an option. I opened my mouth and took him all the way in, and he moaned as I did so.
I began to move up and down, licking with my tongue as I did so. His cock seemed to swell in my mouth and I felt him thrust up a little bit. I couldn't even hope to fit more than the head of his huge cock in my mouth, so I pressed down on his pelvis, just hard enough to let him know not to thrust up too much. He seemed to get the hint, but pressed down on the accelerator to go faster.
He was sweaty from playing football with John but I still relished having this massive cock in my mouth. I swirled it around in my mouth. As hard as it was, it was difficult not to think about how it would feel when it entered my body. I could feel myself getting wet as I thought about it, and I definitely had the urge to use my other hand to play with myself.
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