Stepbrother Unsealed(67)

“Nobody's seeing shit,” he growls. “You've got your back turned. Looks just like we're dancing. And we are, babe. Bring it home. Give me your finest moves now, and I'll give you mine all goddamned night. Deal?”

I lick my lips. My throat feels like a desert. I'm probably dehydrated from the sopping wet mess I've made in my pants, and my pussy still won't stop creaming on his fingers.

He's swaying me gently, moving his hand just perfectly. I still think the assholes behind us can see everything if they really look, but it probably looks like a gentle waltz, like two drunken, overdressed lovers at a wedding swaying to the rhythmic drumming pouring out the speakers.

Deal. I can't say it, but it's all I can think as he strokes my clit harder.

My knees buckle, ready to send me crashing to the ground, but the badass SEAL holds me up. Just when I think I can't do it, he proves me wrong.

His lips come down on my mine. My body explodes. I come so hard I see stars, feeling my pussy clench around his fingers, fucking me with deep precision. My clit aches, burns, and pulses against his hand.

I fight crying out, but I end up doing it in his mouth instead. He devours my pleasure, and keeps stroking my cunt, a prelude to all the ways I know he'll be taking me with his magnificent cock later tonight.

I'm literally collapsing by the time the storm passes. I fall down against him and he holds me tight, wiping sweat off my brow, kissing me more gingerly.

“J-Jesus Christ! I can't believe you made me do that,” I stammer. “We've got to set some boundaries, Mister.”

He chuckles, low and masculine. Christ, even his laugh makes me burn for him, makes me want to drop to my knees and suck his cock right here in the open. I don't know what the hell I'm turning into.

“You leave that to me, baby. I know where you've got your hard limits, and I'm gonna push them all.”

“But why?” I bite my lip and look into his eyes.

“Because you're mine, dammit. You were a fucking virgin just a few weeks ago, Delia. I'm the only man you've ever had, the only one you'll ever have. I'm going to burn these memories into you, leave you something to fuck yourself to every minute I'm overseas, taking care of business for Uncle Sam.”#p#分页标题#e#

My heart drops. Is that what he's worried about? He thinks I'm going to run off with another man or lose interest when he isn't around on those long tours of duty?

It should piss me off. I want to believe I've earned his trust, but something about this chink in his armor, disguised in all his usual dirty language, feels sweet.

Regaining my strength post-climax, I stand up on my tip-toes and push my lips against his, kissing him with a whole new hunger. No, it's not just about his insecurities.

He's opening up to me right now by telling me this, showing me a single glaring crack in the ruthless testosterone I'm used to. My hand comes up, and I run it across his face, admiring his powerful jaw.

We kiss for several more minutes. My thighs shift together, desperate to lose these panties, hungry to feel him wedged between them.

“You know there's nothing to worry about, right? I don't know how I'll be a military girl, but I'll learn. You're worth it.” Smiling, I tell him everything, hoping it's everything he wants to hear.

“These missions don't always go smoothly, babe. Sometimes guys get killed. Or captured. They might not come back for years.” There's an edge in his voice like he's preparing me for something, like he knows we're about to run headfirst into the worst challenges a military love can face.

“Come on. I've done my research for that stupid paper I need to have drafted in a couple weeks. I have some idea what it's like for those poor military wives...”

He cocks his head, smug disbelief lining his lips. “You've got theory and no experience. Not yet. You really ready to put your life on hold for me? To accept there's a chance I might not come home at all?”

He's giving me one more chance to back out. For a second, it all swirls around in my head, foggy and anxious. Then I shake my head furiously, brow furrowed. I want to slap him across the face and tell him to pull it all together – I've been able to handle everything before, right?

Why the hell would I crack up now? I never, ever want to let go of this man, and I'm ready to face the threat that one day his job could make me.

I lean in and whisper in his ear, doing my best imitation of something I know he'd say. “As long as you keep bringing me off like you do, I'm ready for anything. Are we going to stand around talking all night, Chris, or are you going to take me downstairs and fuck me?”

His eyes light up and he laughs. “Good thinking, princess. Guess you've learned a thing or two about pleasing a military boy after all.”