A Baby for My Military Stepbrother 3 (5 page)

He looked around conspiratorially. “You really like this park, don't you?”

I nodded.

He jumped up and held out his hand to help me up. I grinned and eagerly took it, already feeling the ache within me. His hand left mine but he gave me a quick nudge to the small of my back to demonstrate where we were going. I grinned when I saw that he wanted us to go to the same path that I intended to take families on to take pictures.

He had a huge stride and I knew he was excited. I was excited too, but nervous. This was a public space. If we did anything out here, we could be seen. Even with our parents going through the divorce, it would be a scandal for both the town and his army unit.

I looked for people as we entered the trail, anyone that could identify us. Still, I knew that if I was being vigilant, Ian was definitely scoping out the area. All that military training could prove useful when you were sneaking around like we were.

We hiked up the trail, not seeing anyone as we moved farther up. I wanted to ask Ian if he had a destination in mind. Despite moving like he had a purpose, I doubted he knew this area as well as I did.

He surprised me, though.

“Over here,” he said with a grin, stepping off the trail. I had never been over this way, and there was no footpath leading this way. As he ducked and weaved through branches, I thought that there we'd eventually have to turn back due to the overgrown forest.

Instead, the forest opened up into a small clearing. It could have been out of a fairy tale. We couldn't be more than a hundred feet from the path but I had never known this was here.

“Ian, this is awesome. I've never seen this before.”

He grinned. “I know. I don't think anyone ever has. In high school, I used to store some camping gear here, and nobody ever messed with it. Well, nobody except the insects, of course.”

“Of course,” I said, continuing to look around. The grass was up to my calf, but there were spots that were thinner than others.

“I've been coming here for a long time...” he said, kind of trailing off. “I've never brought anyone here before, though.”

I crossed the distance to him quickly. “Thank you for bringing me here. It's beautiful.”

He grinned. “I figured, as long as we're sharing one secret, we might as well share another.”

I furrowed my brow. “What the other secret?”

He chuckled and leaned down and kissed me. “That secret.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, my stomach suddenly fluttering with the kiss. His hands were still on me, calloused with working on cars and holding a weapon. I loved his touch. Craved it even. I wished I could store his touches up so that I could have them while he was away. I pushed the thoughts of him leaving aside. There was a time for that later.

Ian's big hand went to the curve of my breast. He kissed me again, dipping his tongue into my mouth. He slid his hand beneath the fabric of my shirt and palmed my bare breast. I was wearing a cute tank-top with built in support, so I hadn't worn a bra. He tweaked the bud of my nipple between his fingertips, making me yelp into his kiss.

Ian flashed me his cocky grin and began kissing down my neck, meanwhile sliding the strap of my shirt from my shoulder. I glanced around the secret meadow, making sure no forest rangers were sneaking up on us. Only the birds and the bees were around, which I found appropriate.

I moaned slightly as Ian dipped his head and pushed the fabric of my shirt away from one breast. Tenderly, he wrapped his lips around the swollen nipple and suckled. I trembled at the raw pleasure that cascaded down my spine. His other hand went to the other breast, massaging it through my shirt.

Ian tugged gently and I followed him down into the grass. He sat, feet out in front of him, and I straddled his lap. It put my chest directly in his face, and he quickly went back to playing with my nipples with his tongue.

I could feel the growing bulge in his pants and I rocked my hips against him and gasped. In this position, his cock was positioned perfectly to get me off. If we didn't have so many clothes in the way, I would already be halfway to orgasm.

I rocked my hips, concentrating on what Ian's mouth was doing. It was good enough that with just a little bit more, I could possible come. I ached to come, to know the pleasure only Ian seemed to be able to give me.

“Fuck, Hayley,” Ian groaned as I pressed into him again. “I want you so fucking bad.”

I grinned. Being in the Army, I knew he had a foul mouth, but he tried his best to keep his vocabulary tame around me. So when he cussed, I knew it was a barrier down. He was losing control and I loved it.

I stood up, hating leaving his body for even a second, but knowing it would be that much better. The breeze was cool against my exposed skin. I pulled my shirt down to reveal both breasts, and then, making sure he was watching, pulled my shorts off and tossed them to the grass.

Ian's pupil's dilated as he looked at my drenched little panties. “Fuck, Hayley...” he repeated.

I went back to sitting on his lap, except this time I went to his shorts. The zipper was straining at the seams to contain him. It took almost no effort to free his massive cock from his shorts, letting it jut out into the world before me.

I rocked my panties against the head of his cock, knowing that they were wet with my juices. His cock thrust upward at the thin barrier to my entrance, and his hands tightened on my hips.

“You want some?” I teased. Ian growled, and I expected him to rip my panties apart like he had on the other occasions. Instead, this time he showed restraint, and put his finger on the waist band. With a smirk, he traced his finger from the waistband below my bellybutton and kept going south. I whimpered as he caressed the damp patch that held my quivering clit.

“You're so fucking wet, Princess,” he whispered. I shuddered at his use of my pet name. I had hated it once, but now it turned me on. He pressed on my clit like a button, turning my libido into a raging machine.

He tipped his head and put his mouth on my breast again, working my nipples with his tongue and teeth as he teased my southern areas. I humped his hand, needing more. I put my hand to his cock, stroking it into complete hardness.

“I want you, Ian,” I gasped as he sent a wave of pleasure through me with his fingers. He moved his cock and stroked my panties with it and I trembled with desire. “I want you to fuck me right here.”

“Yes, ma'am,” he said in his best soldier voice. Without pausing, he slid my panties to the side and thrusted upward, filling me completely.

I wasn't expecting it to be that fast. I wasn't expecting to be that full, and I certainly wasn't expecting the fantastic wave of pleasure that followed. I came right there on his first thrust, my muscles clenching and shuddering in a surprise wave of ecstasy. Ian's eyes widened and his jaw opened in a wordless groan of appreciation.

I was barely coherent as the fire of lust started to grow within me again. Molten desire pumped through my veins as I bounced over his rapidly lifting hips. I loved the sound his cock made as it filled me and the way his breath caught at the top of every thrust. It sounded sound full of pleasure that I could barely stand it.

Ian thrust up harder, faster and stronger. His hands gripped my hips possessively, putting me exactly where he wanted. My tits bounced with every thrust and my cries echoed through the empty meadow. I needed his sperm. I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe.

Surprisingly, considering how many times we had already had sex this weekend, it did not take long for him to swell within me. “Yes, Ian!” I cried out, trying to spur him on.

The first of his seed slammed into my tight little body, making me cry out for more. I used every bit of concentration I had left to clench down on his cock and milk him for all he was worth. I needed his seed to fill me. Just the idea of it washing over me, working its way up to my fertile eggs was enough to drive me wild. He continued to slam upwards into me, driving more and more of his semen within my body.

“Hayley...” Ian gasped, emptying the contents of his balls even deeper. I clutched him, writhing and rocking my hips for yet still more. Both of our chests were heaving and I could feel his heart pounding through his chest into mine. He eventually pulled me tight to him, slowing to a stop but not pulling out quite yet.

Ian brushed a strand of hair out of my face and grinned. The veil of pleasure still covered his eyes, but his face was soft and kind. “You're pretty amazing, you know that, right?”

I grinned and kissed him. “Damn straight.”

He laughed, his chuckled reverberating through my body. As he pulled out, I moaned with a sense of loss. However, I could feel every bit of the part of him that was still within me, and it made me smile. I snuggled into him, soaking up his warmth against my skin. I didn't want to leave this moment. Ian was everything I had ever wanted.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, reminding us that we didn't have infinite time. With his deployment looming, I felt that way about everything. We had to squeeze every moment of happiness into our remaining time together. It wasn't much, but it was ours.

Ian shook himself, and I reluctantly stood up. I was going to leak the whole way down the trail back to the car, but I didn't care. At least he didn't rip up my underwear this time. I went for my shorts and shook them out, just in case any spiders decided that they would make a good home for the few moments they had been on the ground. Nothing came out, but I still put them on gingerly.

Ian stood slowly as I re-positioned my top back into place. “It looks better around your middle,” he remarked, winking and grinning at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and made sure I didn't have any grass sticking out of my shirt.

I sighed and looked over at the path back. I didn't want to leave yet. I wasn't ready to leave, but the murmurs of thunder were growing closer.

“We have all month,” Ian whispered, pulling me into his chest and holding me close. He had read my mind. I let him hold me for a moment longer until the breeze picked up reminding us that we needed to get going.

The walk back down was easy. Ian held my hand and we talked about all the places we wanted to go this summer. I loved the way his large hand wrapped around mine, enveloping it and making me feel safe and secure. We spoke as if he wasn't leaving, as if this were more than just a dream. I wanted it so badly to be real that I let myself believe for a little bit that he would never leave.

We arrived back at the empty park and slowed further. Neither one of us wanted to go back to our real lives. We wanted to stay nestled safe and alone together with the storm unable to touch us, but right then his phone rang. Ian gave a pained sigh, but pulled it out of his pocket and answered.

“This is Sergeant Jackson.” He listened for a moment, his face falling. “Yes, sir. I'll be right in, sir.”

“Work?” I asked.

“Work,” he affirmed. He gave my cheek one last kiss. “I'll see you later, Princess.”

I snuck in one more kiss, pressing my lips to his. He smelled like grass and everything that was Ian. It was short and sweet, but full of promise.

I hated that he had to pull away, his blue eyes promising me more later, as he backed away and then turned to jog to his car.

I watched him, unabashedly watching his ass as he ran. Joy and contentment welled up behind my breastbone. Even if we couldn't tell anyone until he came back, this month was going to be great.

T
he next two weeks seemed to fly by in a happy blur.

Ian had been busy working at the base and getting ready for deployment while I had been awash in newborn and family photo sessions. But, we had made time for the two of us to be together. Evening movies, morning walks, even simple trips to the grocery store became ways for the two of us to spend time together. Even if we weren't kissing and touching, just being near one another was enough.

Our parents had spent the past two weeks doing everything possible to avoid each other. That meant the house was usually empty as they both tried to outlast the other and see who could stay the latest at work. I had no problem with it as it meant we didn't have to listen to them argue. It also meant we had the house to ourselves.

Two Saturdays after our first weekend together, I sat on the back porch, soaking up the sun in my bikini. Not only was I warm, I was the happiest I could ever remember being. And it was all because of the very handsome man mowing the lawn in front of me.

“Do you want any help?” I asked Ian, peeking over the top of my sunglasses. It had been a perfect Saturday so far. I woke up in Ian's bed, went downstairs to make some breakfast, and then had spent the day just relaxing. Jenny was home, but she had stayed holed up in the bedroom in case Dad came up from the office.

“You ask now that I'm done?” He grinned and winked at me. “Actually, you know what? I'd love a drink.”

I watched for a moment as Ian neatly wrapped the power cord to the lawnmower and wiped sweat off his brow. Sweat dripped down his bare chest, accenting every muscle in the summer sun. Several stray blades of grass stuck to his legs and chest and it was all I could do not to touch him.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, giving him a mock salute. He rolled his eyes, but kept grinning as he finished putting up the lawnmower. I threw on my sundress and headed inside to get him a drink.

Inside was cool and dark after the light of the morning sun. It was going to be hot today, but inside it was calm and soothing.

It didn't take me long to find the lemonade mix and start a new batch with ice. I hummed quietly, enjoying every moment of my day. Later, Ian and I were going to football practice and then I was planning on taking him to Lover's Lane again.

“You making lemonade?” Jenny asked, walking into the kitchen. She glanced around the house like a wary cat searching for a dog.

“You want some?” I offered, holding up the half finished pitcher.

“I'd love some, actually,” she replied. Jenny's posture relaxed slightly as she realized my father was no where to be seen. Ian came in through the back door, bringing with him the smell of freshly cut grass.