Hard Fought (A Stepbrother Warriors Novel)(5)

He releases my breast and takes my chin in his hand, holding my face as he kisses me again. I open my mouth completely to him, wet with desire as he uses his other hand to pull my pants and underwear down to just below my ass. Just as suddenly as he pulled me toward him, he now turns me around, pressing my thighs up against the counter holding the sink.

He places his hands on the sides of my waist and then draws them upward along the sides of my ribs. I look up to the wide mirror above the sink and see that he's watching me. My lips part as he moves his hands under my armpits and keeps going, pulling my arms up and out. As his hands reach mine, he presses mine against the mirror. I leave them there, knowing that's what he wants me to do.

His hands move back down. I watch as he spreads his fingers across my breasts and then down over my stomach. I realize I'm shaking with desire as he presses his cock up against my bare ass. The fingers of his right hand move into my thin sliver of pubic hair and part my lips. I moan as he slips a finger over my aching, wet clit. Oh fuck, I could come right now.

Reading my reaction, his eyes flicker over to the condom, sitting on the edge of the sink where I left it. He picks it up and tears it open with his teeth with an animalistic grunt. I'm practically panting now, my whole body thrumming with the desire for completion.

His hands reappear at my hips, grasping them firmly and tilting them upward slightly. I arch my back and feel his tip pressing at my opening. I wince as he thrusts inside me. Damn, he must be the biggest I've ever had. He slows down, eyes glued on my facial expression in the mirror. I relax my muscles around his length, but now I'm trembling. He eases back out and then slowly presses back in. I bite my lip to hold back a moan. He's stretching me so far open, and the feeling is so exquisite that I'm not sure how much more I can take.

He moves one hand around and sinks a finger back against my clit. My body almost crumples as he flicks it back and forth and simultaneously draws his hips back and thrusts in again. I force myself to keep my hands on the mirror, wanting to feel more and more even though I'm already overwhelmed with pleasure.

He begins to pump inside me faster. My mouth drops open as my awareness of everything else but the feel of him inside me and against me falls away. It's just him and me, moving together, building...my pleasure spikes suddenly, launching me into an orgasm. My hands fist against the mirror as I struggle to keep my cries quiet. I hear him grunt behind me as he releases himself at the same time, our bodies pressing against each other a few more times as we eke out every last moment of the experience.





Chapter Four



I feel his head fall against the back of my neck. The hair of his beard tickles my sweaty skin as he softly brushes a kiss on my spine. As he stands back up, I raise my head and slowly open my eyes. I feel like I was just transported, and am surprised to be seeing that I've been in this airplane bathroom the whole time.

I blush as he locks eyes with me in the bathroom mirror, surprising myself. I'm not ashamed of what's just happened, but I'm feeling oddly vulnerable. He pulls out, and I grab a tissue and hand it to him, taking one for myself. My mind is a blank, and I can't think of anything to say, which is quite unlike me.

"What?" I finally say as I catch him looking at me.

"Nothing. It's just been a while since I've met someone like you."

"Well, haven't you been in a war zone?"

He lets out an abrupt bark of laughter. "Good point. Ladies first," he adds sweeping his arm toward the door.

I check myself in the mirror. I'm certainly flushed, but the cabin is dimly lit now anyway. I unlock the door and close it behind me. No one looks my way as I sit back down in my seat. Outside the window, I can see the lights of the Florida panhandle below us. Almost home.

Next to me, I hear the veteran's limping walk as he returns to his seat. I don't turn my head, and a frown creases across my forehead. I was hoping to get men out of my system for a while with this last fling, but right now, all I want is a second round with this one. And a third, and a fourth...

I usually can't orgasm with someone I've just met. The sex will still be fun and all, but usually I have to be in a long-term relationship for the comfort level I need to orgasm. And not to mention, that orgasm was one of the best I've ever had. Maybe the best. OK, definitely the best. I feel like my head just popped off my body.

No. No, no, no. This guy, this fling, this whatever, is no different from the others. I do this every time. I become immediately infatuated and lose myself and all perspective. And with every one, I tell myself that this one is different. But it never is. This just confirms that I was right to swear off men altogether.

Outside, the engines make a whooshing sound, and the flaps on the wings change angles. The seatbelt light turns on and Luc comes down the aisle, peering into every row. I fasten the belt over me, and Luc smiles as he passes me. I can't tell if he's just being polite, or if he saw me go into the bathroom with the stranger. I'm sure we're not the first people to join the mile-high club on his watch.