AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (9 page)

More to the point, though, we found ourselves falling hard and fast for each other. We’d met at pivotal times in both our lives, and we represented our ability to change and adapt ourselves we the times. And, considering that he’ll be moving his stuff over to that very same apartment I moved in to months ago, I think it’s safe to say that adapting to each other hasn’t been too hard, either.

THE END

Possessed by my Military Stepbrother

The wind picked up suddenly and tossed the hem of her sundress north of her waist.  Ashley slapped her hands down on top of it but not before she was certain that Clint had gotten an eyeful of her skimpy white thong from his vantage point on the porch.  She turned to look at him and sure enough, he was staring right at her.  She tried to smile casually but the look in his eyes said more than she was ready to hear.

If he had been any other guy on the entire planet, she could have turned that little accident into quite a fun evening.  But she had to tread cautiously around this one.  After all, he was the son of her mother’s new husband. Her new stepbrother.

At the wedding a couple of years ago, she had caught him leering at her low-cut dress in between sneaking beers from the bar.  His brown eyes always flashed fire when they got too close to her and she had tried to ignore the heat in her core that flared up whenever he looked at her that way.  It was easier to keep her distance, but sometimes family functions made that very difficult.

Their parents were hosting a Labor Day weekend barbeque so their attendance was expected, depending on her class schedule and his training schedule.  She was about to start her junior year in college and he was shortly headed off to Ranger school.

The afternoon was hot by the pool and even her little sundress felt like too much clothing.  Clint was obviously feeling the heat as well, since he slowly stripped off his polo shirt, never breaking eye contact with her.

He had always been lean and fit but her eyes widened when she saw the results of his weight training from the last few months.  His biceps were cut and his abs looked positively lickable.  She tried not to drop her slippery wet margarita glass.  She knew he noticed the color rising in her cheeks but turned away to hide it anyway.

She faced the pool and tried to calm the butterflies that threatened to break a rib from inside her.  After just a moment, she caught a whiff of outdoorsy musk and knew that was he was standing right behind her.

“Ashley?” It seemed even his voice had deepened since she saw him last.

“Oh, hey there Clint.”

“Don’t ‘hey there’ me.  I just wanted to tell you I appreciated the show and thought you would appreciate one in return.”

Her cheeks blossomed pink.  “Mine was an accident.  Yours wasn’t.”

“You saying you didn’t like what you saw?”

“What?  No, I didn’t mean…  Well, it’s not that…  Oh, crap.  You know what I mean.”

He laughed, “I know exactly what you mean.”

He dropped into the lounge chair beside her and motioned for her to sit with him.  She perched on the edge of the other chair and sipped at her drink.

“Looks like you’ve been working on your tan this summer.” He stared straight ahead as he tried to make conversation.

“A little, here and there.”

“I’ve been working on the body.”

“I see.”

“Yes you did.”

“Clint!  You know what I mean!”

“Oh c’mon now.  If we were just two kids hanging out, you know we’d hit it off.”

Ashley sighed deeply because she knew he was right.  They would have hit it off great and would have been one good-looking couple.  But reality was not in their favor.

“Clint…” she began.  “We’ve talked about this.  You know we can’t…”

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t anything.”

“You saying you’re not interested?” He still had his sunglasses on and was not even bothering to look at her.

“I can’t answer that.”

“That’s an answer in itself.”

She sighed again and sucked the last of her frozen margarita through the tiny red straw.

“Easy girl, don’t pull too hard.”

“Clint…” He was a hopelessly horny guy.  From the security of her sunglasses, her eyes swept from his toned legs across his rippled abs and all the way up to his wavy blonde hair.

“What if no one ever found out?” he offered.

“They always do.”

“But what if…”

She had had about enough of his questions and the margaritas had made her brain a little less than reliable.  She stood up from her chair and turned to face his.  She deliberately placed one foot on either side and bent over until she was right next to his ear.

As her firm breasts brushed his bare chest, she whispered to him, “You’d be screaming so loud that everyone would know.”

He sat there, open-mouthed, as she sauntered away and back into the house.  He turned to watch, her long chestnut ponytail bobbing in rhythm with the swaying of her backside, and he groaned deep in his throat.  He knew she was right. He couldn’t stop the twitching under the fly of his khaki shorts.

Once inside, she stopped to gasp for air.  She was going to get in hot water before she knew what happened.  One more drink and they would be screaming each other’s names, she just had a feeling.  The feeling had started low in her belly when she felt his eyes on her bared ass, thanks to the wind.  But when he removed his shirt and then came over to sit next to her that same low burn spread down from her stomach to pulse through her pussy.

A wave of guilt swept through her.  In all of his tanned gorgeousness, he had made her forget about Sam back at school.  Sam had been her boyfriend for almost a year now.  He was a nice guy, truly, but there was something less exciting about Sam the business major than there was about Clint the Army Ranger.

The barbeque was a pretty casual affair but well-attended so Ashley was able to avoid Clint for most of the night.  Eventually the sun set but did not take the Florida heat with it.  The crowd had thinned out and soon it was only Ashley and Clint left out in the backyard.  She had had several more margaritas by now, and was unable to prevent the situation successfully.  It helped that he had put his shirt back on, but not by much.  The white sleeves still stretched tightly over his tanned biceps and she had to fight the urge to run her nails down his arm.

“Hey again,” Clint sidled up to her.

“Hey.”

“So what was that about earlier?”

“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Ashley, come on.  You lean up against me and start talking dirty?  And then tell me it doesn’t mean anything?”

“What?  You can’t handle taking what you’ve been dishing out?”

It was Clint’s turn to stammer, “Well, I, uh, see, um…  Well, you’ve always been pushing me off.”

She pressed herself into him, her full breasts against his firm chest.  The handful of margaritas made her sway slightly, making his pupils dilate and his cock twitch.

“You looking to push me off?” she murmured softly.

“Yes.  No.  I, um, well…”

“That’s what I thought.”

She ran one nail lightly down his arm, sending goosebumps dancing across his skin.

“You sleep well, stepbrother.”

Clint groaned and watched her climb the stairs.  He moved after her, hoping to catch another glimpse of that tiny white thong.  All he could see was the bottom curve of her smooth ass cheeks and he licked his lips, wondering how firm they would feel under his fingers. Or between his teeth.

When she slipped under the covers that night, Ashley remembered how his shorts had bulged against her in the kitchen a few minutes ago and her thighs tightened against the urgent ache in her pussy.  Her fingers drifted inside her panties.  She rubbed her throbbing clit as she imagined how hard and thick his cock was, and she moaned softly as she shuddered through an orgasm of temporary relief.

In the next bedroom over, Clint thought he could hear moaning from Ashley’s side of the wall, but he could not be certain.  His chest still tingled where her breasts had pressed up against him and his fingers itched to grab a handful of her ass and pull her down on top of him.  As he imagined her swaying up the stairs, his hand slid under the sheets to squeeze his waking cock.  As it stirred under his touch, his thoughts drifted to having her in the bed with him.  He could almost see her full pink lips wrapped around him.  When his brain put together the moans with the fact she was alone, he released into his own shorts.

The next day both Ashley and Clint avoided eye contact or any real interaction.  She headed back to college and he headed off to Ranger school.

She had missed Sam over the summer break but there were no fireworks when they met up again.  He was such a good guy, and she hated to lose him over some fantasy about a guy she was not even supposed to want.

Sam had a flare for creative dates which she greatly appreciated.  Sometimes they went to random art gallery openings, other times he would surprise her with miniature golf or an amusement park.  He was even attentive in bed, making sure that she was not left unsatisfied.  But regardless of his attention, she found herself wanting Clint and urgently fingering herself at the thoughts of him.

Clint was having a great time at school on his own.  Well, as great a time as a young man can have with people barking orders and punishing his body in ways he could never had imagined.  But the weekends were an all-out party with the guys.  He liked taking home the girls that hung around the military bars but they always seemed so empty even as he pounded into them.  It always left him feeling like he had eaten white rice when he was in the mood for steak.

Several months passed as Ashley and Clint tried to get past their thoughts of each other, and the holidays were fast approaching.  That meant happy family time with everyone together.  Ashley felt a thrill in her chest when she imagined seeing Clint but her stomach always sank at the reality of who he was.  Clint was just as conflicted, simultaneously longing to throw her down on the bed and longing to just skip the whole tortuous weekend.

Ashley was reclining on the couch watching
It’s a Wonderful Life
when Clint strolled through the door.  She gasped at how much bigger he seemed and his eyes wandered over her firm curves, evident even under the blanket.

“Hey you,” she hoped he could not hear the tremor she couldn’t quite keep from her voice.

“Hey yourself.”

“Big Army boy home for the holidays?  Must be a coffee commercial.”  Ashley abided by the motto -- when in doubt, use sarcasm.

He slung his duffle to the floor and grinned, “Wanna come say hello?”

Damn that smile
, she thought. 
And damn those smiling blue eyes.

She could not stop herself from crawling out from under the blanket and wrapping her arms around him.  His arms circled her waist easily, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her snug tank top left no secrets that she was braless and from the way her yoga pants dipped in the back, the G-string was very tiny.  His hand froze in mid-air as he stopped just moments before grabbing a handful of her curved ass.  She could feel muscles jumping and bunching in his chest and abs, and momentarily wondered if he would be strong enough to pin her up against the wall.

“Damn, if I’d known, I would have signed up a long time ago,” he whispered.

“Clint…” she whispered back.

Her curves meshed into his body so smoothly she almost could not stop herself.  He felt so firm and solid, and it took all of Ashley’s willpower to pull back.  He stood there with his hands on her waist and looked into her deep brown eyes for a long minute.  He searched for some sign that his desire was not returned but all he saw was a fire that matched his own.

He leaned forward until their lips were only an inch apart and stopped.  She held her breath in the moment that could change everything.  His eyes closed and he moved forward another half inch.

Ashley nearly lost her mind.  It was one of the most electric moments in any relationship, that one second before the first kiss.  And one of the most sexually charged spaces in the entire world, the barely-there gap between lips that have never touched.

They both jumped and yelped when the garage door whined its opening refrain.  Panting breathlessly, they sprung apart and she dove back to the couch under the blanket.  He quickly smoothed his fatigue pants and tried to pretend he was not carrying a full hard-on.

Clint’s dad and Ashley’s mom burst through the door and smothered him.  He laughed in his surprise and hugged them both back.  Over his dad’s shoulder, he caught Ashley’s eye and winked.  She grinned back and slowly licked her bottom lip.  He prayed that his parents could not feel his cock’s reaction to her blatant suggestion.

Over dinner, Ashley regaled stories of college and Sam.  Ah yes, Sam, the boyfriend.  Still in the picture but still without sparks. 
How is it that I’ve had sex with Sam but feel more fireworks in an aborted kiss with this raging hot stepbrother of mine?

Clint raised one eyebrow questioningly when she mentioned the boyfriend but said nothing.  It was not as though there was anything to feel guilty about.  Right?  Well, nothing as long as he did not consider how many nights he stroked his own cock while imagining her breasts and ass and lips.

His stories of boot camp and Ranger training were much more interesting than her keggers and mini golf.  She tried not to squirm in her seat when he talked about climbing through the obstacle course or training on the rifle range.