Free Stepbrother UnSEALed by Nicole Snow

desperate. He's been a mess since mom walked out, and he's taken a back seat with business the last couple years too, leaving him too much time to think. Time for trouble too, I guess.”
    I finish my wine and grab the bottle, topping off our glasses. “I'd say I understand, but I'm not looking to be your shoulder to cry on, babe. Is that the only reason you want me here, or what?”
    Maybe it's the booze in my system, but I'm done playing around. Uncle Sam taught me to be sharp and direct, to manage time and damage control like nobody's business. I want to get to the heart of why the fuck I'm here, and if she won't answer with words, or getting her lips on mine, I'm out.
    I decided years ago there are three things I'll never do with any woman. Not after what happened to dad.
    I don't do drama. I don't do therapy. And I definitely don't do love.
    “I just want to know you, Chris. You're interesting. It's not every day a girl meets a Navy SEAL.” Delia looks up, her eyes softer, nervous. “There's this project coming up for my senior thesis in journalism. It's sent my stress levels through the roof, along with everything else going on in the family. I don't need an estranged stepbrother too, you know?”
    She offers her hand. I'm not the touchy-feely kind, but hell if I'm passing on any opportunity to touch her again. I reach out, lace her little fingers through mine, and squeeze.
    Inside, I'm already smiling because I've figured her out. She's lonely.
    I can do lonely chicks, bring a little lightning into their lives, fill them with the hot, real connection that comes from being wrapped around all ten inches of me.
    No, I'm not a total bastard. I'll hand out some sage advice, and mean it, even if all I care about is finding out how loud she screams when I'm pounding her ass against the nearest surface.
    “It'll be okay, woman. You're a few years younger than me. This shit gets better when you figure out your life. Finish school. Find a good career. Leave this fancy carnival behind. My mom's nothing but drama with a facelift, and you can't be your dad's shoulder to cry on your whole damned life. You've gotta get out there and live.”
    “It's not that simple for me, Chris. You've probably had more action and adventure in your pinky than I've had in my entire life.” The sadness in her eyes fades when she looks up, curiosity flickering in her big brown eyes. “What's it like out there? Take my mind off this crap. Tell me something about the SEALs.”
    “The first rule about being a SEAL is you don't talk about what happens when you're a SEAL.” I give her a hard glare.
    She slides off the chair and stands up, causing her plump tits to bounce. “Come on, Chris. There must be something you can tell me. I'm not a Russian spy or anything. I just want to know what it's like – how does it make you feel?”
    I don't like her hovering over me, unless she's going to strip. My hand darts out and I grab her wrist, jerking her down. She crashes against my chest with a squeal, and my free hand reaches for her ass.
    That sweet, plump, grabbable, fuckable ass!
    She gasps when I squeeze her cheeks for what feels like the thousandth time without seeing it bare. And I'm still not fucking sick of it yet.
    “You wanna play truth or dare? Is that what this crap's all about?”
    She has to work hard to wiggle my hand off her rear. But she doesn't bolt up and run like before, settling against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I hear her breathe deep, pushing those gorgeous ripe tits flush against my hard muscle, exploding a primal spark inside me.
    “Maybe I do, big brother. Like I said – I just want to know you. I don't care who you're running around killing or what you're blowing up over there. Do you like your job?”
    I think seriously before answering. The little tease has got her thigh settled around my dick. There's no fucking way she can't feel how hard I am, how bad it hurts not to pull her legs apart and sink down into