Free Soldier Stepbrother by Stephanie Brother Page A

shoulder blade. “Did it hurt?” she whispered.
    “A little, but some things are worth the pain.”
    She looked up at him, her brown eyes seeking out his sparkling blue ones. Entranced, she reached up to touch the longish strands of blondish brown hair framing his face. “Aren’t you supposed to have this short?”
    He lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, but things can get hectic in the suck. You don’t always get a chance to go by the barber on a regular basis.”
    Her fingers continued to stroke his hair, as her other hand traced the point of the dagger to where it ended a couple of inches above his nipple. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t resist the urge to brush her fingers over the taut bud. “I like your hair longer. It’s sexy.”
    He groaned, and his hands were suddenly in her long blonde locks. “I like your hair long too, Anya. I keep picturing it spread all over my pillow or covering my stomach as you suck my cock.”
    She stiffened at the blunt words, but not from outrage. Longing coursed through her. “You feel it too?” she asked in a quiet whisper.
    “Yeah, baby, I have since the first night I met you.” His blue eyes darkened. “I wanted to fuck you on that restaurant table while my mom and your dad were busy discussing wedding details.”
    “Cade.” She exhaled his name more than speaking it as she lifted her face. His mouth was on hers a second later, his hand tangled possessively in her hair to tug back her head. He was forcing her to open to him, but she didn’t need coercion. She wanted to be his, and his touch gentled a moment later.
    His mouth was gentle against hers as they shared their first kiss. She softened her mouth and parted her lips when his tongue stroked her. He tasted like hot cocoa and peppermint when he breached her mouth, and she stroked his tongue with hers.
    Cade deepened the kiss as he backed her closer to the sink. She clung to him as they moved, whimpering slightly when her bottom collided with the counter. A second later, he lifted her up and set her on the Formica beside the double sink, positioning himself between her thighs.
    “I’ve been dreaming about this for years.” He whispered the confession against her ear before biting her lobe carefully.
    “Me too.” She gasped when his hand slid between her thighs, and then giggled when he made a sound of appreciation at finding her bare under the robe. “I always sleep naked.”
    “Fuck, Anya, you’ve just given me jerk-off material for at least a month.”
    Tentatively, she touched the bulge pressing against the flannel pants. “You don’t have to jerk off anymore, at least while you’re home.” Feeling a curious mixture of brave and shy, she buried her face against his neck and nibbled at the column of his throat as she dipped her hand into his pants to explore the velvet shaft waiting for her.
    “I know we shouldn’t do this.”
    It sounded like a token protest, but she echoed it. “I know. Our parents will freak. Your mom already barely tolerates me. If I seduce her baby—”
    Cade groaned, though it was difficult to tell if it was because of the way she pressed against the V of his cock or from her words. “Are you kidding, baby? Bill would try to mount my balls on the wall next to his prize buck head.”
    She shuddered slightly. “I hate that thing.”
    He chuckled. “But what about my balls?”
    Slipping her hand lower, she caressed his tender sac. “They’re still there, so maybe you’d like to use them?”
    His large hand took firm possession of her chin, angling her face up to look at him. “If we do this, I’m not sneaking around. It isn’t some fling, and it isn’t a dirty secret. You’re mine, and I don’t care what other people think. Can you live with that?”
    She nodded, not having to hesitate or think about it. “I don’t care what they think.” Biting her lip, she summoned her courage to ask, “Is this just while you’re on leave? Or do we have a