Redeemed Complete: A Military Stepbrother Romance (21 page)

I tried to reach for his waist and below, but Harrison wouldn’t let me. Whenever I got close, he would pull away smiling at me. “No, Laurel, you can’t have that yet.” Chastened but turned on even more, , almost out of my mind with lust, I pulled back for a few seconds before trying again, hungry to get at him quicker, and all bothered by Harrison keeping away from me like that.

Didn’t he know what he did to me? Couldn’t he see what his touch could do?

I felt my cheeks burn, a combination of the heat of the house after the cold outside, and the way he made me feel. Like I was the one coming on to him, I wondered how much of his charm that was. Like if he made every other girl think they were seducing him rather than the other way around.

Either way, I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anyone else before. Every time he pushed me away gently, it only made me re-double my efforts to get in. Harrison was so much stronger, though, I was no match for keep me at bay easily.

We lay like that in the foyer of the house, fooling around, delighting in playing with each other in as public a setting as we could get away with.

Very soon, though, became clear that this wasn’t enough for either of us. Both of us were wearing too many clothes. Harrison sat back first, breaking our kiss, forcing me to push my face closer to them to keep up the contact as long as possible, saying what we were both thinking. “Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered As if someone else could hear us.

“Yeah,” I managed to get out, still rolling back and forth in my head with pleasure over the attention Harrison paid to my breasts. He couldn’t have known they’d always been the most sensitive part of my body. When I touched myself alone, one hand always stayed up with my breasts, playing with my nipples. Somehow, Harrison had figured that out and he knew just what to do.

As Harrison stood up and extended an arm down to help me up, I couldn’t help but wonder at how many girls he’d done this with over the years. Fooling around in the doorway of the house was hot as hell, but what if I wasn’t the first? Could this be just the next step in his established pattern?

Take a girl to his hidden mysterious bench in the forest, get her all hot and bothered, and bring her back here, and pause just inside the house to keep the heat going?

I didn’t want to be so cynical, especially with Harrison acting so nice to me for the first time since we had known each other, and especially since we were starting on something potentially so wonderful, but at the same time…

I couldn’t shake what I knew about him, how fast he went with girls, and just how many I’d seen him with in high school. I just couldn’t be sure if he really was different now, despite all those wonderful words.

I didn’t want to be just one of many. If I was thinking along the same lines, maybe I could be OK with that, but not with Harrison. Not with him.
 

I got to my feet, grateful for Harrison’s strong hands helping me up. He turned without a word and we headed up the stairs, still holding on to me with one hand, just like when we’d walked the forest path just a few minutes ago.

I watched his back again, seeing the strong muscles contort as he took the stairs one by one, the contours of his ass hugged tight by his jeans. My mouth watered, and I silently wished he’d move faster. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my hands on him, and have him all over me.

We reached the top of the stairs and Harrison paused. I came up the stairs and bumped right into him, taking full advantage and pressing my head in between his strong shoulder blades. “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling his heat and wanting more of it, wanting it to cover me up, and wrapped me up like a blanket.

I stayed pressed against him, reaching around to run my hands over his chest, and feeling his heart beating heavily but strongly over his clothes. It took me a second to realize why he stopped.

Harrison wasn’t sure which bedroom to take me into.

I’m sure his natural inclination was to move us towards his room. His room, where most of his high school conquests had occurred, at least the ones I knew about. His room, where he was the undisputed master of all that went on, where girls went to be ravished and bask in his strength and manliness.

I held my breath, wanting to see what choice you would make. It sounded like something so small and meaningless, but I knew that whatever he decided, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I would make a big deal out of it.

We stood there for a few seconds longer, and I could hear the gears grinding in Harrison’s head. All of a sudden, he must’ve made up his mind, because Harrison guided me toward my room without any further thought. I exhaled sharply, letting him take me in stride as we made our way down the corridor toward my door.

At least that hurdle was clear; Harrison had made the right decision, at least this time. When we got to my door, Harrison opened with his free hand and suddenly we were back in my room.

It was strange having Harrison in my room. And not just because of what we were about to do. Just having him there, without me freaking out about it, was a new experience. We really didn’t get along, he and I, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d invited him into my room. I’m sure it had involved yelling. There might even have been something thrown toward the door.

But this, coming in here like this to fool around, like we’d done the night before, this was a little different. This I could get used to.

Especially the fooling around part.

Even though no one was home, I closed the door behind as, almost like a reflex. I never liked random people poking their heads into my room, even if I didn’t have anything to hide. My room was my sanctuary, my haven away from the rest of the world. Even in New York I was willing to spend extra and do a couple fewer fun things every month just to make sure I could afford to have my own bedroom I could relax in, away from the world.

Now, though, relaxing was definitely not on the menu. Not when I had my hot stepbrother in my room and all over me.
 

Harrison entered my room first and I trailed just after him, one hand on his waist, the other on his huge shoulder right next to his neck. I pinched both spots gently as we entered, almost to prove to myself that this was real, that this was really happening.

Of course, it had already happened before, so what was I worried about? Though it was nice to see how little he reacted to my increasing pressure. I liked that his body was unperturbed by the things I did. Like he was stronger than that, able to resist my charms just for a little while longer. It was super hot.

 
Harrison paused after stepping into my room, barely giving me enough space to enter after and close the door behind us. It felt almost like we were sealed in, like this had gone from my room to our space. He craned his neck to the left and right, looking around, as if taking it in for the first time. I guess that showed how recently been in here. Last time it happened completely dark, and I’m guessing Harrison had made the bed immediately.

I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his waist and pull myself into him. All that muscle, all that bulk and size, all for me. As I pressed my head against his back, my hands moved slowly downward over his front, trying to touch his cock, and the smile came over me as this time Harrison let me.
 

I felt the hardness of his erection, both of my hands around it and still not covering it all the way. I gasped, realizing that that huge thing had been inside me once before already, and probably would be inside me again in the next few minutes. I licked my lips in anticipation, and I felt my panties dampen even further under my clothes. Harrison’s erection pushed upward and outward as I slowly played with it, rubbing my fingers up and down and kneading it gently.

We stood like that in the doorway, my arms around Harrison’s waist, pressed against his back. Despite knowing what was about to come, this felt wonderful, and I was in no rush to move anywhere or do anything else. For the first time in my life, I just liked being close to Harrison. I figured I might as well get used to it, because at this rate, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. If we didn’t have to sneak around like this, we might even spend more time naked than clothed.

All of a sudden Harrison turned around, separating my arms and pulling my hands away from his gorgeous cock. I almost shrieked in surprise, but soon found Harrison’s right hand behind my head, deep in my thick hair, grabbing a large handful of it by the roots and giving it a slight pull, and I gasped with pleasure as my eyes closed. I loved it when he played with my hair like that.

His lips on mine followed nearly instantaneously after, and Harrison pushed his tongue into my mouth without warning. I pulled my own lips apart and welcomed him openly, feeling him in my mouth as he turned his head and I turned mine to keep him as we kissed like it was the only way to breathe underwater.

Harrison slid his left hand down my back, pressing into my flesh to drive the point home, moving me, pushing me into his body from behind, and I willingly accepted. All around me I felt his heat, his warmth, pressing into me, inviting me in, and I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him.

Harrison stepped forward, and I couldn’t do anything but take a step back, right into the now-closed door. My butt hit the door first, softly, and I realized that was because Harrison’s hand covered it and took the brunt of the force. My head came next, also covered by Harrison’s hand, and in less than a second he had me pressed against my bedroom door, still kissing him, one of his hands still pulling my hair, the other feeling me up over my clothes, my eyes still closed.

I marveled at how well our bodies moved together. It was almost like instinct, the way we played off the other’s choices and movement. Harrison moved, I responded, and we kept going, building toward something I’d experienced last night and couldn’t wait to get to again. We were doing a kind of sexy dance and I couldn’t wait till we got to the bed portion of the program.

Apparently Harrison had the same idea, because I felt him push upward with the hand on my ass and I knew what he wanted me to do. I took a short jump and wrapped my legs around his powerful waist, knowing that Harrison would support me. He locked his arm under me and as I clenched my legs around him I knew I wouldn’t fall. All the while we kept kissing, our mouths never separating, both of us breathing hard but unwilling to stop even for a second.

Now that I was in Harrison’s arms, legs wrapped around his body, he was in complete control and Harrison took advantage of it, spinning me around slowly so my back now faced the inside of my bedroom. As he took slow steps toward my bed, I opened my eyes and saw him, intent yet unbothered, relaxed yet still exerting himself ever so slightly. I couldn’t believe the great shape he was in, and I loved seeing those muscles in action all around me.

He stopped at the foot of the bed and I clung to him, still kissing him full on the lips, but each of us taking little breaks to trail our lips down the other’s neck and shoulders. I shuddered as his tongue found the perfect spot just where my neck ended and shoulder began, and let out a small moan as Harrison realized the effect it had on me and focused on it. The man certainly knew how to read a woman’s cues…

I had my arms around Harrison’s neck, my fingers spread wide, trying to cover and touch as much of him as I could, despite all the clothing we still had on. “Please,” I murmured, “you’re wearing too much.

“So are you,” Harrison whispered back, squeezing my ass and giving my hair a playful tug to drive the point home. I melted into him, unable to deny the fire he was creating inside me.

“Well,” I breathed, “what’re you gonna do about it?” I let the words hang there in the moment, and went back to kissing Harrison’s neck, tasting and smelling the musky scent of his sweat and arousal all over him. Harrison’s grip on me tightened, and I reveled in the feeling of restraint, the feeling that he was in charge.

“This…” Harrison trailed off and then I was falling, as he let go of me, my head and my ass, at the same time.
 

“Ooof,” I shouted as I fell to the bed, suddenly enveloped from behind by soft blankets and a mattress rather than from the front by my hardbodied stepbrother. It took me a few seconds to get reoriented, opening my eyes and seeing Harrison staring down at me from above like that. It was a sexy look, seeing him stand there, expectantly, his hands at his side, watching me.

Our eyes locked, I pushed him back a bit in bed, my hands moving back to Harrison’s waist where I swiftly untucked his green shirt from his pants and pushed it upward, revealing inch by inch the taught muscles of his core. I flicked my head upward and Harrison grunted, getting the hint and, grabbing the shirt with his hands on either side, covering mine, he pulled up and lifted the shirt off his body in one sweeping motion.

His tattoos gleamed as Harrison threw the shirt down. I gasped, watching them, tracing paths across his skin with my eyes that made them feel like they moved, like they were alive. Words couldn’t describe just how beautiful his cut body was. And soon that body would be driving me to pleasure I couldn’t even imagine, even though I’d experienced it first hand just hours before.
 

Funny how doing something like that, experiencing sex like that just once drives you toward wanting more and more of it. Finally able to move my eyes away from admiring the contours of his skin and muscles, watching with glee as they moved, tightening and loosening all the while, I stole a glance at his belt and lower, getting hungrier for his cock still covered by his pants.

I started to move toward it, intending to get it out and into the open as quickly as I could, but Harrison pushed me away. “No, Laurel,” he teased, a half grin covering his gorgeous face. “Now you.”

I got the hint, and stared at him again lifting myself off the bed and sitting up, closing the distance between my face and his cock. I leaned forward, eyes still locked, making it look like I was planning on taking his pants off with my teeth, and certainly wanting to, but at the last moment I pulled back and, hooking my fingers into the bottom of my shirt, pulling it off with the same motion Harrison had used, before throwing it on the floor. I reached my hands back and rearranged my hair, smiling up at him coyly. All I had left on above the waist was my skimpy dark blue bra, contrasting wildly with my definitely-not-dark-blue skin.