Redeemed Complete: A Military Stepbrother Romance (35 page)

“Don’t do that again,” Harrison finally spoke, for the first time since I’d come into earshot after seeing Steve and his all-american gang show up.

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” Steve sputtered as he looked for the right words, all his good humor gone now and replaced with seething anger. This was already much worse than what Harrison had done to him the last time they’d met, and that time Steve had actually suffered a blow - so far tonight the only thing bruised was his ego. But I had a hunch that was far more damaging to someone like Steve.

He must have spun a good tale to his friends to explain the black eye, a story that must have involved Harrison coming out of nowhere and trying to mug him in the dark recesses of the Crown parking lot. No doubt they’d believed it and talked amongst themselves about how much of a badass their de facto leader had been in the face of such danger.

Now they might be seeing just a glimmer of the reality of Steve - he was a bully, and not a very good one that. Certainly not the kind of person you wanted to hitch your wagon to, whether you were a potential romantic interest or just a guy who wanted to hang out and drink.

“What did you say?” He finally found some words.

“I said, ‘Don’t do that again,’” Harrison said, evenly, as if he was swatting away a pesky fly with his words.

Steve got back in Harrison’s face again, and I saw his crew square up, like this time they were going to be ready for a fight. One on six, just the kind of odds they really liked. “Or you’ll what?”

Harrison closed his eyes and sighed, breathing out a huge cloud of steam that caught Steve right in the face. “I just don’t want to fight anymore.”

“Yeah? Too late for that.” Steve swung again, but this time, he turned toward me first, and tried to hit me.

I was shocked and could barely drop my mouth open before Harrison had sprung into action and pushed me out of the way. This time he didn’t move with me, and I grasped at air as I fell down, crumpling in a heap. As I fell, though, I saw Harrison lean into Steve’s punch and then swing back with his own.

Steve caved in, sinking to the ground with a loud groan. His buddies froze as they tried to understand what was happening, but to their credit, they recovered quick, rushing to Steve’s help as he lay on the ground, clutching at his side where Harrison had hit him hard.

Harrison didn’t wait around for them to regroup, though. He dashed over to me, helping me finish standing back up and collecting myself. “Run!” he shouted at me, grabbing my arm and pulling me hard, throwing me off balance one more time as we charged down the alley way next to us.

Chapter 23 - The End

What were Steve and his buddies doing here? How did they find us? Had they been following us the entire time? These were just some of the questions that ran through my head as Harrison and I ran through the dark alley way away from the group.

If they weren’t following us already, they would be in just a few seconds and we didn’t have a moment to spare. The unfamiliar buildings loomed large on either side of us as we moved past them in the dark, trying to stay out of the way of rubbish bins and all the trash lying around. We kept running, till the end of the alley, and then back out onto the next main street, before we stopped to catch our breath.

I couldn’t believe that I’d managed to run that far in heels - they weren’t too high, but still, not exactly what these shoes were designed for. Not my dress, either.

As I huffed and puffed, trying to catch my breath, my hands on my knees, Harrison stood looking back, not nearly as winded as I was. That’s what he got for being a soldier.

Harrison watched the alley for any sign that Steve and his merry men were chasing us, and at the first sign that they were, he grabbed my hand again and we were off, running perpendicular to the alley, trying to get out of sight as quickly as possible.
 

Just as we turned a corner, I looked back and saw the other group come out of the alley and spread out, gazing in all directions and trying to find us. My hesitation cost us and one of them pointed at me just as Harrison pulled me out of sight.

“They’ve seen us!” I tried not to shout. Harrison, looking grim, didn’t say anything, but off we went, down another alley in the opposite direction. We turned a corner still in the network of alleys, away from the street lights. A cat squealed next to us and ran away after we disturbed its sleep.

We had to keep going and confuse them, get out of the natural path so they would run past us and eventually stop looking.

Or, of course, we could turn around and fight them off. Really, it was Harrison who would do all the fighting, and I had no doubt that he could take them all on, but that wasn’t really an option. He’d said only a few minutes earlier that he was trying to work on his anger issues, and getting into a fight, even a justified one, just minutes later couldn’t be good.

Harrison seemed to be mulling things over as we jogged further away from Steve and his friends. He looked like he had something on his mind. All of a sudden, his eyes widened and he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him.

I snapped my eyes in the direction he was heading until I saw what he’d seen and the plan became clear. Harrison had found us an abandoned building, one with a door open!

We could hide in there until Steve and his crew lost interest, and then we’d be free to make our hasty getaway to the car.

We stopped in front of the door and Harrison motioned me to stay outside and keep watch while he checked to make sure it was safe. I turned and watched the way we came, keeping my eyes peeled for any signs that they were on the right track and that we had to move even faster than we already were.

Harrison went inside, slowly at first, I guess so as not to disturb anyone who was sleeping or also hiding there. He must have done things like this many times when he was on deployment, but I had a feeling each of those times he had way more gear, armor, and weapons, and I was also pretty sure he wasn’t dragging around his stepsister dressed for a nice dinner out all those times.

That was definitely something that sounded like it would cramp your investigating-building style. Harrison seemed to take no notice, though, and came out of the building a few minutes later, beckoning me to follow him back in.

I gave one last look behind us, this time my ears pricking up as I thought I heard someone coming down the alley in our general direction. They were onto us!
 

I pulled my head back just as the first of them came around the corner and hurried into the abandoned building after Harrison. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in close, and I gulped, loving the feel of him all around me despite how scared I was of being caught.

Harrison pushed his finger against my lips as I was about to open my mouth and ask if we were far enough in to avoid detection, but I managed to stop before anything came out. I alternated looking at Harrison’s perfect face and staring at the door we’d come through just a few seconds earlier - if they happened to find us we’d have to make a break for it, and I didn’t know if we’d be able to find another exit to the building in time.

We might have to fight. I knew Harrison would keep me safe, but I started looking around for something heavy I could pick up to help out. As much as I’d already been cast in the role, I really didn’t want to be the damsel in distress anymore.

My ears pulled me back to reality and focus - they were just outside the door. I heard voices speaking in low tones, asking questions about who’d seen us last and which direction we’d been going. No one seemed to have any answers, that much was clear.

They argued like that for a little bit, Harrison and I bundled up inside the building that must be just off to their side if we could pick them up like this unassisted. I could feel the sweat coming out all over me, I was so tense. Harrison, though, was like a cool breeze, just as calm and relaxed as ever. I didn’t know how he was able to do it.

His face, though, didn’t look nearly as calm as the rest of him. No, Harrison’s face was a storm of emotions, but he managed to keep it mostly internal, his face the only betrayer that something was going on besides hiding the two of us from the marauding gang. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about, but I hoped it passed soon - when I had relaxed enough to breathe again I’d then think about asking him just what was going on.

Finally, Steve’s group decided they needed to keep moving if they were to have any chance of running into us, and off they went, completely bypassing the nondescript abandoned building they’d conveniently stopped directly in front of.

Convenient for them and inconvenient for us because that was the place we’d chosen to hide. But, it looked like we were safe. For now.

I started to move, wanting to stretch out and get some blood circulating back into my joints, but Harrison pulled me in closer and gave me a look that stopped the giant sigh from coming out of my mouth at the source.

Of course. He was worried someone might double back and try to investigate the building, and if we were tramping around like we owned the place when and if that happened, they’d call their friends over immediately and we’d be sunk.

It didn’t happen. We held our breaths for another few minutes before Harrison gave me the green light by nodding. I relaxed immediately, but didn’t pull myself away from him. It was nice being this close after the last few days of seeing him around the house but not being able to touch him. My body already craved his touch and I didn’t want to feel that connection break.

I pulled Harrison’s face away from looking at the door and scouting for trouble toward me, and I kissed him long and hard. I needed to feel that reassurance, that bond between us. We’d just been through something stressful, and though we weren’t entirely out of the woods yet, I needed to know he was there for me, and I needed him to know I was there for him.

Harrison kissed me back, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me even tighter. I didn’t even try to fight the pressure and felt his chest rise and fall against my breasts as we came together. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his hard muscles underneath and imagining the tattoos on their surface enveloping me and keeping me safe forever.
 

I felt Harrison’s hands move lower on me, one dropping around my front and feeling around for the hem of my dress. I smiled and parted my legs, letting him move upward till his fingers rested on my mount, just barely covered by my panties. I groaned and exhaled sharply at his touch, loving the way his thoughts turned immediately to sex.
 

I unwrapped one hand from around Harrison’s neck and ran it down across his muscular chest to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling his hard cock out and wrapping my fingers barely around it. He looked grimly down at me as I lowered myself to my knees and took his length into my mouth, loving the just-approaching-salty taste of pre-cum already on the lip. I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could, and I got pretty far, feeling my throat relax as I tried again.

Harrison threw his head back and moaned, long and low as I closed my lips around his cock and eased my mouth back and forth on him, in and out, alternating between sucking hard and letting him slide out of me.

“Oh, Laurel, you are amazing,” he breathed, and I felt the sharp lash of pleasure in knowing that I’d made him feel good pulse through me. I could get used to hearing my stepbrother Harrison say my name like that while I had his cock in my mouth. It wouldn’t even be too difficult. Might even be easier to suck him off the more practice I got - practice that I was already looking forward to.

Harrison let me suck on him for a few minutes, still pausing every so often to make sure the coast was clear, and I entertained thoughts of what he’d do if Steve and his friends showed up and burst into the abandoned building that was quickly becoming a sex den and came upon Harrison getting a sloppy hot blowjob from his stepsister. Would the fight resume or would they just be confused? Would they give Harrison a high five and leave on good terms?

Finally, Harrison pulled me up and off his cock, and I swallowed the precum in my mouth, eager to get back down there for more of the real thing, but Harrison didn’t waste any time, he turned me around and bent me over a table next to us. I licked my lips and moaned as Harrison lifted up my dress and pulled my soaking wet panties down to the floor before he stood up again.

I tried to brace myself for when he entered me with that thick cock of his, but no matter how much I tried to prepare myself, I wasn’t ready for it when it came, despite how wet I already was. It hurt as he pushed himself into me, but just after the pain came the pleasure immediately, and within a few seconds he was already all the way inside me, resting one hand on the table next to mine and the other reaching around me to cup my breasts as he leaned over me.

We hung like that, a man and a woman connected into one by the most natural way possible, Harrison breathing heavily in my ear, while I got used to having his length and thickness inside of me all over again. Yet another thing I’d have to get used to in our new fledgling relationship of sorts, and more practice that I was definitely looking forward to. Those long hours sounded mighty appealing right about now. But if I had it my way, next time we’d do it somewhere else - abandoned buildings in far away towns weren’t exactly my style. I preferred beds, in rooms with fewer roaches.

Of course, given the situation, any chance to get Harrison’s cock into me was a chance I thought was worth taking, and after I felt like I was adjusted enough, I pushed back against Harrison, enough to let him know I was ready for him to start thrusting.

Again he didn’t waste any time, moving in and out of me with increasing speed, just enough that the pleasure vastly outstripped the diminishing pain I still felt from having such a large cock inside my tight pussy after such a long time without being fucked. It felt wonderful, and we quickly got into a rhythm, me pressing back against Harrison’s huge body and him pulling his cock almost entirely out of me before pushing back in and thrusting me toward the table.