Raging Hard: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance (With bonus novel Based!) (9 page)

I bit my lip, surprised. I wasn’t sure how the fishing had turned into him talking dirty again, but between that and how close he was, I found myself unable to complain.

“How would that work?” I whispered.

“I’d take you down below deck. Fuck, we could even stay right here.” His hand touched my cheek, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Let the ocean watch. You’d take my big dick deep inside you, moan like you did the other night.”

“Right here?”

“Sure. Anywhere you fucking want.”

I took a deep breath. I wanted it and I knew it.

I turned my head away, looking out at the ocean. I could feel him drifting away, and I knew that if I didn’t do something in a second, the line holding this moment together would snap and he’d disappear into the water. I couldn’t decide, though, torn between my intense lust for him and the fear that always held me back.

When I turned toward him again, he was gone, straightened up and moving away. I felt the moment break.

“You’d like that I bet,” I said stupidly.

He sat back down in his chair. “Maybe. Not sure you could handle me.” He smirked and began to reel his line in. “Being a virgin and all.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t be such an asshole.”

“Can’t help it sometimes.”

I stood up and looked away from him. “I’m going to check on Lydie. We should head back soon.”

“Sure. I’ll reel this in and then drive us back. Make sure your friend doesn’t choke on her own puke.”

I stared at him for a few seconds longer and then walked away, heading down below deck.

What the hell had just happened? One second he was completely hot for it, and frankly so was I, and the next he just totally stopped. Was it because I looked away? Could he sense my hesitation? I was sure he could. I was probably an open book. I was willing to bet he could smell how soaked I was for him, but also knew how conflicted I felt.

But it was better that way. He really was my stepbrother, even if that forbidden relationship made it that much sweeter.

I checked in on Lydie and she seemed like she was alive. I took a seat in a chair next to the bed and sighed as the boat began to move again.

What did he want from me? He was merciless with his teasing and flirting, driving me crazy. Now that he knew I was a virgin, it was like there was something wrong with me, like there was another barrier to entry.

Maybe that really was it. Maybe my virginity had scared him away.

I shook my head, annoyed. He could drive the boat back alone. I decided I’d watch over Lydie until we got back to dry land.

Maybe there he’d be less of a dickhead.

I
liked piloting the yacht alone. Even if it was a glorified floating bar, it was still nice to be sailing something.

I didn’t get to sail much as a SEAL. Frankly, we didn’t even spend all that much time on boats. Though we were nominally a part of the Navy, we were still a Special Forces team, and more often than not we were deployed to all different sorts of places, like Iraq and Syria and a bunch of other places we weren’t supposed to be. More often than not, those places didn’t have much in the way of a navy, which meant we were deployed on land.

Basically, wherever there were bad guys, we were there killing them before they could kill our people.

It was dangerous shit, but I loved it. It gave me purpose and made me feel alive.

Sitting down there fishing with Claire had made me almost forget who I was. I nearly forgot she was my stepsister, and a virgin to boot. I nearly forgot that her crazy, controlling dad was probably watching our every move, and likely had the whole boat bugged. She made me want to let my guard down, and that was dangerous.

It was the kind of danger I didn’t want or need. Still, the girl was fucking prime, with an unbelievable body and cute as hell, too. I couldn’t stop myself from messing with her, riling her up, trying to see how far I could push it before she burst.

But when we’d hit that all-important moment where we had to choose if we were doing it or not, I could sense there was a problem. Yeah, true, I’d already made the girl come hard and moan loud, but I didn’t know who she was back then. Now if I went for it, I’d be fucking my stepsister with the full knowledge of how messed up that was. 

Which, in a way, actually turned me on even more.

The real problem was the way she had responded. I could smell the uncertainty and fear rolling off her, and that combined with everything else made me step back.

I hit the throttle on the yacht and let it start to gain some speed. We passed through some choppy water, and the boat swayed a bit but stayed pretty clean. I was impressed by it, actually, and mentally took back all my bad thoughts. It was a fine boat, not the greatest thing in the world, but it did what it was supposed to do and it did it well. Had an awful name, but that wasn’t the boat’s fault.

That was all you could ask of anything in the end. You did your job and you did it well, and you expected everything else to live up to that, too.

Now that I was on leave, what was my job? I had no clue. My only goals were to get as much pussy as possible and to stay drunk for as long as I could, but those plans were looking less and less likely with each passing minute. As it turned out, there was only one pussy I was interested in at the moment, and it was the one I wasn’t supposed to have.

It probably didn’t help that the yacht itself was built to fuck on. It was a party boat, opulent and expensive, with gleaming, modern lines and mirrors everywhere. It was built to be covered in sweat and cum and more. I was sure Claire’s dad had a whole team of people who scrubbed the thing top to bottom after every party he had on it.

Eventually we pulled back into the marina and I slowly fit the boat back into its spot. I shut off the engine and quickly hopped onto the dock, tying the boat off.

Claire stuck her head up from below. “We back?”

“Sure are,” I grunted at her.

She disappeared back downstairs. I gave the yacht another long look and then turned and walked away, heading back toward the house. I didn’t feel like dealing with Lydie again, that crazy bitch. Maybe hauling her ass home would help Claire get over her and find a new best friend that wasn’t so much damn trouble.

I headed back inside and went up into my room, ignoring my mother’s questions. I wasn’t interested in the third degree, and besides, I knew she was just going to pump me for information about her new stepdaughter. I didn’t want to get involved in her drama, let alone in her family drama. Jonathan could deal with that bullshit.

I flopped down onto my bed and checked the time. It was six in the evening, and the sun was starting to dip down below the horizon.

I couldn’t get Claire out of my head. The way she stood so close to me, our lips practically touching, and the firmness of her ass pressed against my hard dick as I helped her reel that fish in was all too fucking much.

At first, staying in her place was just fun. I had nothing better to do, and I figured messing with my hot as fuck stepsister would be a good time. But now that I knew she was a virgin, combined with the fact that she was incredibly hot and off limits, made me start to rethink that whole position.

Then again, I wasn’t the type to rethink shit. I was trained to follow orders and to not ask questions no matter what. I was used to putting myself in the most life-threatening and dangerous situations possible and coming out alive on the other side. I could shoot a sniper rifle and I could hold my breath for nearly five minutes. There was practically nothing I couldn’t do.

Which was why I needed to man up. Enough was enough. I wanted my fucking stepsister, and I was going to have her.

That was all there was to it. No more worrying or holding back. The life expectancy of a SEAL wasn’t exactly the highest in the world, and so I needed to live every day like there wasn’t going to be another. And the one thing I knew would make my days better was Claire’s tight, soaked little pussy planted firmly on my mouth.

I put my arms behind my head, cock stiff as fuck, as I imagined fucking her sweet little pussy from behind. I wanted to handle her rough, teach her virgin little cunt what it was like to get fucked by a real man. I’d make her take it deep and beg for more until she was right up on the edge of coming. I wanted to make her scream my name and ask politely before I let her come.

I fell asleep without realizing it, dreaming about my stepsister’s wet little pussy wrapped around my thick cock.

––––––––

I
woke up with a start.

It was the same dream. The bullet pierced through my thigh, sending pain lancing through my body. I didn’t go down, though. My training kept me on my feet, kept me moving, and saved my life. I found cover while our unit’s medic quickly stopped the bleeding. He got me back on my feet and we finished our mission.

I checked the clock and sighed. It was a little after four in the morning and I was wide awake. I had passed out the day before, probably from drinking and not sleeping well. I was already sweating slightly from the nightmare, and I knew the only thing that would help was to exercise the fuck out of my body until the memories were gone.

I slipped out of the house. Nobody woke up or stirred. I hit the beach and began to run, not caring where I was going.

It was always like this whenever I was home from a mission. Life as a civilian could get boring as fuck, and the stressful memories of battle came flooding back. It wasn’t like I feared or missed it, but for some reason my brain always went to the dark moments when I had a second to myself. But when I was out running, my mind could be still and calm.

I kept going until the sun began to rise. That was my cue to turn around and head back.
It’s probably breakfast time at the house
, I thought as I got closer and closer to Jonathan’s private beach.

That was when I saw him. Standing out by the waves with two huge fishing rods was Jonathan himself. He was dressed like a stereotypical fisherman, including a bucket hat and a vest with lures pinned all over it. Frankly, I thought he looked like a dumbass, but he didn’t seem so bad most of the time. He was definitely not the worst guy Lucille had brought home at least.

He looked up as I approached.

“Morning, Nathan,” he said.

“Morning, Jonathan. Fishing?”

“Every day.”

“Catch anything?”

“Almost never, but I like the calm out here.”

I nodded. “I completely understand that.”

He looked at me appraisingly. “Have fun yesterday?”

“I did, sir.”

“She held up okay?”

“Claire? She was fine, sir. Almost caught a fish, actually.”

Jonathan laughed. “I meant the boat, but I’m glad she had fun, too.”

“The boat was good. She’s a beauty. I could ride her all around the harbor all day long.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “So could I.”

I wasn’t going to tell him that I wasn’t talking about the boat. Instead, I was thinking about putting his daughter’s face down in the sand while I slammed by fat cock deep into her pussy over and over again. Apparently, the run hadn’t done a damn thing for my desire to fuck Claire’s virgin cunt one bit.

“I was wondering,” he said slowly, “what your plans are for this summer?”

“No plans. Just some R&R.”

“I have an idea. Any interest in working on one of my boats?”

I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t particularly want to work for Claire’s father, considering he was clearly something of a control freak, but I did need a job. It wasn’t every day that one just simply presented itself at the perfect moment.

“Doing what?”

“Tours, mostly. You’d take tourists out, drive them around the bay, let them fish for a little bit, and then bring them back. Easiest money you’ll ever make.”

“Sounds like something I could do.”

“Full disclosure, I’m going to ask Claire to work as well. Since the two of you got along so well, I was hoping maybe you could instill some of that Navy discipline into her.”

I grinned at that. I wanted to give something of the Navy to her, but it wasn’t our discipline. Oh, sure, I wanted to spank her thick ass and pull her hair hard until she begged me to do it again. I wanted to teach her how to take a cock and finish it off. Maybe I’d even practice some of those knots I’d barely ever used since basic training. But the thing I really wanted to give her was my hard dick, plain and simple, no discipline needed.

“Maybe I could help with that, sir.”

“That’d be wonderful. I’m sure she looks up to you already.”

“I doubt that, sir. Claire and her friend Lydie are very independent.”

Jonathan frowned at that name. “Lydie, well, she was always a troublemaker.”

“They’re just bored out here.”

“Exactly right, exactly right. That’s why I’m giving you both jobs. Keep you from getting too bored.”

I sighed and pretended like I was mulling it over, but already I’d decided to take it. Being out on a boat all day long with Claire and some drunk tourists seemed like a good time, and I’d be making money from it, too. Felt like a winning combination.