Free Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance by Linda Barlow, Alana Albertson Page A

memories of how it had felt that amazing night last spring, when he’d catapulted me up into an erotic wonderland. I had never felt such insatiable desire, nor had I ever come as hard or as long as I had with his thick cock inside me.
    Stop thinking nonsense, I yelled at my unruly mind. What was wrong with me?
    “I don’t care who hears us,” he said. His mouth came down on mine and he kissed me hard and deep. When I fought to turn my face away, his hand slid into my hair. He lifted his lips just above mine and murmured, “God, I love your taste.” He ran his tongue over my lips—sending sparks shooting all through me, and then he kissed me again, more sweetly.
    Oh god, oh god. Why did he feel so good? Why was my belly already burning and my core softening and turning wet?
    “You’re not my stepsister yet.”
    He slid one hand down over my breasts, my waist, my hip and in between my thighs. I tried to squirm away from him, but I didn’t try too hard. He arrowed right in, parting my pussy lips. He made an approving sound as he discovered I was already hot and wet. 
    “Stop it! I mean it, Shane. I told you—we can’t do this. We can’t ever do it.”
    I slid out from under him and turned on my side. I brought my knees up. I think I was shaking a little. I could feel my hair in my eyes and my heart pounding. He continued stroking me and my traitorous pussy clenched. I was on the verge of tears. What happens when you want something so much, but you know you can’t have it? My heart felt as if it were cracking in two.
    “Cassie,” he breathed in my ear. He kissed the back of my neck. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. That incredible night we had. It was amazing. It can be like that again. You know it can.” His hand closed over my breast, rubbed, teased, caressed. “It’s so hot between us. You can’t deny it, babe.”
    “Oh please. You never even called. You’ve been back from deployment for over a month now. You’ve probably fucked half the sorority sisters in San Diego.” 
    He chuckled and said, “Truth is, I haven’t been with anyone since you. You’re the only one I want.” 
    I punched him lightly in the arm. “You’re such a jerk. I don’t believe you.”
    “It’s true. There’s been no one. Not while I was deployed and not since I’ve been back.”
    He sounded sincere, if only because he also sounded puzzled by his own behavior. As if he didn’t believe it himself. What the hell did that mean? It wasn’t as if he cared about me. And, anyway, he couldn’t care about me. Not in that way. Not now.
    I tried to pull away and sit up. “It doesn’t matter. We aren’t doing this. It’s wrong. It’s impossible. So please, Shane, just get the fuck out.”
    I said it as fiercely as I could, because I was fighting myself just as much as I was fighting him.
    “Listen, babe,” he said, the voice of reasonableness. “Enough of the good girl act. I’m not going to beg. Either admit that you want me, or I’ll walk out of here and never ask again.” 
    There was something in his tone that told me he was serious. That was good, right? He would leave and this agony of yearning would be over. It wasn’t as if he was going to force me.
    I rolled over to face him again. He was right there, lying on his side on my bed, his long body relaxed, his head propped up on one hand, his blue eyes gazing seriously into mine. Admit that you want me. I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t. He was my stepbrother. My father was fucking his mother.
    I gathered breath to say the words, “I don’t want you,” but it would be such a lie. And he knew it. How could I lie to that beautiful face that was so close to mine? My body sure as hell wasn’t going to lie to his body.
    “I hate you,” I said, because that was, in a way, true. I hated him for making me feel things I didn’t want to feel. That I shouldn’t feel.
    His thumb brushed the surface of my bottom lip, and my words turned to an