A Baby for My Military Stepbrother 3

Title Page

Copyright Page

About The 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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“S
hhh,” he whispered, thrusting deep just to make me moan again. “Mom and Dad will hear you. You don't want them to catch us...”

After finding out that I had been a virgin, my stepbrother Ian pushed me away. Locking himself in the shower and refusing to talk to me about what we had just done, he was determined to end things between us. There was only one thing I could think of to do to set things right.

I went out in the storm.

My relationship with Ian wasn't the only thing in jeopardy when a tree fell, blocking my path home. However, Ian managed to show up at just the right time and be my hero again. And it turned out that the fiery passion between us could not be put out by the rain alone. Even after our parents came back, we continued to push our taboo relationship to the limits, knowing that Ian had only days left until a Tour of Duty with the army.

Everything should have been perfect... but then someone that I never expected showed up. Would Ian push me away again, just when I was sure that I had the gift that he always wanted... a baby?

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I
an's eyes followed the curves of my body, growing darker with every moment. I could feel his need to have me, to take me as his, with just the heat of his gaze. No one had ever looked at me so lustfully, so eagerly. I had never thought of myself as beautiful, but when Ian looked at me like that, I felt like a divine goddess.

He quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head in the way only really hot guys could. I loved watching his biceps ripple with the motion, his pectorals tighten, and his abs harden. His arms were so well muscled from years of Army drills and workouts, I couldn't imagine him without them.

I kicked off my shoes, flinging them towards the door where they landed with a loud clunk. Ian gave me a disapproving look, but said nothing. He stepped closer again, looming over me with his strength and masculinity.

“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered reverently, tracing the bare curve of my shoulder down my arm with his finger. The feather-soft touch made me shiver and he grinned.

My body ached to feel him, to have him fill me with his life-giving seed. I reached my hands up, bringing his handsome face to mine for a kiss. I drank him in like oxygen. His taste and masculine sell filled my senses and drew forth a carnal need.

I rocked my naked hips against his shorts, feeling the growing erection pushing back. I shivered with pure desire. He put his hands on my hips and pushed me backwards to fall onto the bed. I fought him at first and he gave me a stern look. Ian liked to be in charge.

I grinned, reaching up behind me and unfastening my bra strap. I watched his eyes go wide as I tossed the bra to the floor with the rest of my clothes and stood in front of him completely naked. Then, I jumped backward, kicking my legs out into a freefall to land with a satisfying bounce on his bed.

“You are such a child sometimes,” Ian said, shaking his head, but he looked pleased.

“You like it,” I retorted, arching my back and displaying myself for his pleasure. He groaned slightly and pushed his pants down. His erection was huge and massive. I had to wonder how he ever managed to fit in me at all.

“Yes, yes I do,” he whispered, crawling up onto the bed toward me. “Now, hush, or Mom and Dad will hear us.”

I giggled, loving the naughtiness of it all. It was all the longing of high school without the unnecessary drama. It was going to be a struggle for me to be quiet, Ian knew how to make me moan, but I was going to try...

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I
n 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...

In Part 2, I finally got a chance to see him in the shower, and this time it was my body stroking his cock, not his hand. Then, we met his friend John Hutchinson, who Ian asked to take care of me while he was gone. After a romp in the back of the car, I accidentally let it slip that I had been a virgin. He pushed me away, claiming that he shouldn't have been the one to be my first, and certainly not
that hard
. As despair washed over me, a storm started that was similar to the one from the day before. And I knew that the only way I could get his attention was to make him become my hero again...

T
ree branches whipped in the wind with terrifying speed. Lighting flared through the sky, ripping apart the dark clouds for a second of time before fading into horrible thunder. My poor little car rocked in the gale force winds, and I clung to the steering wheel.

This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

I had driven out to Tiger Park in an attempt to lure Ian to come rescue me. Only now, I was sitting in my car with a giant tree across the road and a massive storm bearing down on me.

And the worst part was that Ian wasn't here. He wasn't going to come save me. If he was, he would have been here by now.

I was so stupid. Stupid and heartbroken. I should never have done this. I should never have risked this, at least not without being sure. And right now, watching the storm rip the park apart, I was very far from being sure.

The only thing I was sure of was that I loved him. My stupid heart loved Ian, even though it shouldn't. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had loved him for so long that I didn't know any other way to feel about him.

The past two days had been wonderful. I hadn't exactly been thrilled when Ian picked me up on the side of the road, drunk off my ass, but I was glad he was home. Then yesterday, he had rescued me from another storm. Right at this very spot. And we had gone home, to have rain-soaked sex.

We said it was just to get it out of our systems. A way to break the sexual tension between us so that we could free ourselves.

I hadn't told him I was a virgin, something I now regretted. I also didn't tell him I wasn't on birth control, even though I let him come in me.

This morning, I had woken up in his bed, sore and happy. Life, as far as I was concerned was perfect. I'd finally gotten to have him in the shower, hard and soapy just like I'd wanted for so long. We'd had lunch with an old army buddy of his, and then couldn't contain ourselves and had to stop at Lover's Lane.

It had been perfect.

And then it had all fallen apart.

He'd been furious at himself for the way he'd taken my virginity. My first time had been rough and hard, but I'd loved it because it was with Ian. He didn't see it that way though. If anything, to him, it highlighted just how much we shouldn't be together.

And we shouldn't have been together in the first place. Ian was my stepbrother. We were considered siblings. Anyone who found out about the two of us would be disgusted. The scandal in our conservative town would be the stuff of legends, and it would be our parents who would suffer.

Between our “incestuous” relationship and the fact that I had been a virgin, Ian tried to do the honorable thing and leave me alone.

I wiped at the tears starting to fall down my face. Ian always did the honorable thing. He was a good soldier. He was everything a man in the army should be. Which was why he was leaving in a month to put himself in harm's way for the sake of our country. There was a very real chance that I would never see him again when he left. Military deployments were always dangerous.

He wouldn't be leaving if he had a family. He had volunteered for this deployment because of his ex-girlfriend, Rachel. Without her, he didn't have a reason to stay. At least, not until he had me. Except now, he didn't want me.

I wished I could give him that family. That reason to stay. A pregnancy with Ian, other than the scandal and shock to the town, wouldn't be a bad thing at all. Ian would make the most amazing father. He was basically the man of my dreams. He was so good with children and loved them so much, he deserved to have some of his own.

The thought of Ian holding a tiny baby, his big hands cradling something so small and precious, made me smile. A boy with his blue eyes and my dark hair. A girl with his smile.

I shook my head, trying to clear the beautiful thoughts that would never come to pass. Even though we hadn't used protection, there was no way I was pregnant. No one get's pregnant their first time and I wasn't that lucky.

Besides, he hadn't come for me. He had left me to the storm. He didn't want me anymore.

Headlights in the rain caught my attention.
Probably just the sheriff
, I thought. It couldn't be Ian. I had given up hope.

Except, I knew that raincoat. I knew those broad shoulders and lean waist. I knew the way that man moved, like a hunting cat, cool and confident even in the pouring rain. He jumped over the fallen tree like it was nothing, moving quickly to my car.

My heart swelled with joy. He came for me. He was here to rescue me, just like I knew he would.

I opened the car door and ran out to greet him, ignoring the cold water falling and instantly drenching me. Thunder rumbled, but I was more concerned with getting to Ian than my own safety. He, on the other hand, at least had his wits still about him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the backseat of my car. It was raining so hard, I couldn't have heard him anyway over the roar of the storm, but the backseat of my car was quiet. He was breathing hard, rain dripping off his hair. I didn't know when his hood had fallen back, but his dirty blonde hair was sopping wet.

The rain made metallic music on the roof of the car, accenting just how quiet we both were. It sounded like the storm was dying down. I didn't know what to say. My heart was searching for the words, words to explain to him just how I felt and why I needed him. I needed him to understand that I loved him, that I couldn't be without him, but my brain struggled with how to put it into words.

“What are you doing out here?” Ian finally growled. His blue eyes flashed as he ran his hand through his hair, spraying tiny water droplets throughout the cabin. “It's dangerous.”

“You came for me,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his handsome, chiseled face.

“Of course I came for you, Princess,” he replied. Usually, I hated that nickname, but today, I didn't. His eyes were dark and his voice was rough with unspoken emotion. I knew what he was feeling because it was all bottled up in my chest as well. Desire, worry, love, and a million other things that we shouldn't be feeling toward one another. “What are you doing out here?” he repeated.

It was time to put my heart on the line. He had come for me in the middle of a storm. I had to tell him. “I can't be without you, Ian. I love you.”

He didn't show any sign of having heard me, instead just turning his head to look out the window at the falling rain. Every muscle of his body was hard and rigid, and what I could see of his face, stone tight.

“I came out here so you would have to come save me,” I said quietly. “You are my hero.” My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it even over the rain. If he rejected me now, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I wasn't sure I could survive it if he did.

“You realize that it helps if you tell the hero that you're leaving in the first place?” He turned back to face me. His brow was drawn and his eyes dark with desire and panic, yet his voice was teasing. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He sighed. “I came to look for you, to try and explain, and when I couldn't find you...” He shook his head. “ It's a good thing I noticed your car was gone and thought you might come here.”