ROYAL ROCK(116)

“And it only gets better,” he said, grinning, and winked at me.

I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my crude stepbrother. He was so cocky and such an asshole, but the lingering, incredible buzz from my orgasm reminded me of what he could do to my body. It was totally unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was a good girl. I didn’t fuck my stepbrother, or anyone for that matter. But there I was, already practically salivating at the idea of letting him fill me up again, and we had just finished my first time only a minute ago.

I was deep in his wake. He was a ship sailing through my life, pulling me along, and I knew I was powerless to stop it.

Nate had me. As rude and crude as he was, he completely owned me.

And I couldn’t wait for more.





10





NATHAN

I woke up early and hit the beach running before Claire even began to stir.

The night before kept playing in my head like a movie. The sheer animal desire of it was incredible. She seemed almost insatiable. After the first time, we went at it again, and again her pussy was so fucking perfect that I wanted to come the instant I slammed inside her.

It was the perfect stress release. After getting home from the boat, she was clearly still in shock from seeing me take out those two amateur pirates. I needed to help calm her down, and apparently rough, sweaty sex was exactly what she had needed and wanted.

We fell asleep together, my arms wrapped around her. I woke up with a start, surprised that I was still with her. Normally I would have gotten out of there, because I wasn’t the type to sleep over. I couldn’t give the girls I fucked the impression that they’d ever see me again.

I was a SEAL, after all. My life was inherently short and brutal. I couldn’t let myself fall in love with some pussy.

But it was different with Claire. All the normal shit that kept me from getting close had never even occurred to me until I woke up in the morning. It felt natural and right to just lay there, sweating and talking about normal shit until we both passed out.

Worst of all, I hadn’t thought about those pirates at all. In the cold, early morning hours, I suddenly realized that something had been bugging me about them, but I had been too wrapped up in giving Claire the best fucking orgasms of her life to really notice it.

As I ran down the beach, my body limbering up, my breath coming in deep, I began to tease it all apart.

First, they seemed like amateurs. Any pirates working the U.S. coast would absolutely have to be pros just to keep from getting caught. Those two guys just seemed like normal thugs with a speedboat.

Second, they both had the same tattoo. That in itself wasn’t weird, since there were plenty of gangs and pirate crews that used symbols to prove membership. But there was something about the symbol that was nagging at me, like I had seen it before somewhere.

Finally, and most damning, was the situation they’d found us in. Why were pirates out in the rain? Maybe they thought the bad weather meant it would be easier to stay out of sight and slip past anybody that was patrolling the waters. But it also meant that most boats worth anything wouldn’t have left the harbor.

So why decide to attack some piece of shit junker like the one we were in? They had to know that we were a tourist vessel and that we didn’t have anything worth stealing. Maybe they were just going to attack the first ship they saw, but that was just stupid and reckless, even for pirates.

The whole thing felt fucked up and wrong. If they weren’t just some run-of-the-mill pirates, then who were they, and why did they come after us?

I was drenched in sweat and feeling good by the time I made my way back to the house. Claire was still sleeping, and our parents hadn’t come home, which meant it was easy for me to slip upstairs, shower off, change, and grab some food real fast.

I was out the door before anyone knew any better.

The Outer Banks was a popular tourist destination. Claire’s dad lived in the richest town, but there were plenty of other places scattered throughout the 200-mile expanse that were typically included as a part of the Outer Banks but weren’t full of millionaires.

It was large enough to hide a few little hidden pirate coves, too, but I didn’t know where to find any. Plus, I couldn’t go around asking questions like that, or else I was liable to get stabbed in the neck. Walking up and down the coast until I found something was out of the question, too, considering the whole point of a pirate cove was to be hidden from people. One asshole wandering around wasn’t going to just stumble upon it, not to mention the huge size of the coast.

Instead, I made a drawing of the symbol I’d seen tattooed on those guys and went to one of the seediest towns I knew about.