Romance: First Time and Pregnant With The Navy Seal (Stepbrother, Military, Romance) (5 page)

Stone turned and looked at Victoria. “Thanks for the help, sis.”

She nodded, staring at Ivan like she wanted to jump in and drown him.

“What now?” She asked.

“Now, we go watch the sun rise.”

“Just like old times?” She asked, tears of happiness in her eyes.

He held out his hand.

“Just like old times,” he said.

She took his hand and they walked away, calmly, unafraid of Ivan and his flunky, unafraid of anything the world could throw at them.

*****

An hour later, they were on Stone’s private jet, heading east. Victoria had left her apartment, just walked out on it, walked out on her whole life. The only past that mattered anymore was the past she shared with Stone. Everything else had just been killing time until now.

Stone opened a bottle of champagne, and poured them each a glass. They sat together and clinked their glasses. They didn’t need to make a toast. They both knew what they were drinking to.

Out the window, the sun appeared on the horizon, looking as if it was shining light on a whole new creation. In a way, it was. Their world was completely different now. They held hands and sipped their final drink of the night.

“Where are we going?” Victoria asked.

“Everywhere,” Stone said. “Everywhere we ever wanted to go when we were kids. The Caribbean’s, London, Paris, Australia…anywhere but Russia.”

She laughed and lay her head against his arm. “I don’t think I can sleep,” she said. “I’ve got way too much energy.”

“It’s all the adrenaline,” he said. “Just try and relax.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” she said, gently tracing his arm with her fingertips. Just the way that she used to. It sent a shiver through him and he was instantly erect. “I think I just need to make up for lost time.” She nibbled his earlobe. “I’ve never made love in a jet,” she whispered.

He brought her to him, pulling her onto his lap, their lips locked so tightly that you couldn’t pass a molecule between them. His hands ran up the back of her shirt, desperate for the touch of her skin. She was so warm, her body changed as she had become a woman but still familiar except for…

“We have to get that tattoo changed,” he murmured.

She pulled away and looked at the tattoo on her wrist. She smiled wanly. “It doesn’t say Ivan,” she said. “I just said that to hurt you.”

“So what does it say?” He asked, reading the strange, but beautiful lettering. “из камня”.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It says
Made of Stone
.”

He was speechless. He just stared into her eyes and knew beyond doubt that he would never leave her side again. His fingers found her soft, precious face and he closed his eyes, unable to contain the depth of what he felt for her.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Never better, Vic.”

She kissed his fingers and stood, pulling on his arms, pulling him out of the seat. She led the way to the back of the tiny jet. She opened the door to the little bedroom and stepped inside. He closed the door behind them and they were alone, two desperate souls cruising through the air at 30,000 feet.

Her fingers plucked at his shirt, lifting it over his head. She traced the bandage on his chest with her fingertips. Ivan’s cut was long, and it was ugly, but she had cleaned it and thought it would heal fine.

They would both have scars from their time apart,
she thought.

“Do you remember our first time?” She asked, opening his pants.

He nodded. Of course he did. “You were so nervous,” he said, breathing hard.

“I was nervous? Hah. You were so scared Mom and Dad were going to find out. And you came so quickly.”

“I was a kid,” he said.

“It was still great, though,” she said, pulling his pants down. “You opened up my eyes to so much.” She took his cock in her hand and stroked it, looking him in the eyes. “I missed this so much,” she said. “Nobody ever felt as good as you.”

Stone wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, pushing her back on the bed. He had to be inside her. Even when he’d been a horny teenager, he’d never wanted her this badly, never been so desperate to sink his shaft into her dripping little slit.

She stripped off her shirt and shorts, lying there on the bed in bra and panties, and he thought of that first time he had taken her. She’d been afraid to get naked then, too. Embarrassed. So much had changed, but so much was still the same.

Except she wasn’t afraid now. Just teasing. And it drove him crazy. He ripped at her panties, tearing them with his strong hands. She grinned at his fervor. “You’re not scared of it anymore, are you?” She asked.

He climbed between her slim legs and his cock found its way inside her wet opening all on its own. He thrust deep, trying to force himself all the way into her very soul.

“I love you, Stone,” she murmured, pulling him close, moving with his thrusts, moaning in his ear as he buried his cock into her over and over. His face buried in her hair, loving the smell of her, the warmth of her, knowing that this was where he belonged.

And Victoria had never felt so at peace. So content, as the man she loved more than anything made love to her. Not just fucking her, the way that Ivan did. Every movement that Stone made was an act of adoration, giving himself to her in a way that he had never done before. It was more than making love. He was making a promise, that he would always be hers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as her lover sank himself inside over and again, whispering her name.

He rose up, wrapping his arms around her legs and lifted them and sank even deeper, giving her so much that it hurt, but it was the best hurt she’d had in years. They were sweating, covered in slickness, their release years in the making. When she came, she came hard, gripping his wrists tight enough to leave bruises as she screamed while he filled her pussy full of hot cum, so much cum that she felt like he had to have been saving it all this time for her. She wrapped her legs around him and refused to let him out of her, feeling every little spurt as his cock released more seed.

He fell to her, exhausted, and lay his head between her breasts, kissing them softly as she ran her hands through his hair, stroking him gently, knowing that he was hers for good this time, and that everybody else, the whole world could go to hell if they didn’t like it.

And that’s how they slept, with his cock still inside her, both falling into an exhausted slumber where they dreamed of each other and their future together.

***END***

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Obsessed with the Alpha Cowboy

E.L Skye

Dianna stood up, stretching her back.  She had brought her sewing outside, to take advantage of the light, but now it was fading fast.  The golden light played across the ripening wheat, making it look like the entire world had turned gold.  And silent.  It was so different from London where she had spent much of her life.  In London everything was noisy, and dirty.  Even the air smelled like smoke, and people everywhere you turned.  Here there was space, and silence.  Sometimes too much space and too much silence.  She had come six months ago, when her sister-in-law had died, to help her brother look after the kids.  Sometimes it felt like a very long six months, and she still wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to stay or not.  At least a textile artist could work just as well in the backwoods of America, as she could anywhere else.  And maybe it was time she left England anyway, her art was starting to get stale and uninspired.  Being able to spend more time with her niece and nephew didn't hurt either.  Not that her niece made it easy to want to spend time with her.

Her phone jangled harshly, interrupting the quiet of the park.  She sighed loudly, and picked it up. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, Auntie Dianna.  I'm all done.”

“Alright Leslie, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

She was about to add a reminder for Leslie to wait at the parking lot, but the girl had already hung up the phone.

Her niece was finally finished her riding lessons for the day.  Carefully, Dianna packed up her work, making sure she picked up all her threads and needles. Once her tools and work was all packed up, put them gently in her bag.  Making sure each thing was safely put away inside.  She looked over her spot, to make sure nothing had been left behind, and walked towards her car.  She put her bag in the backseat, and climbed behind the wheel.  She sat for a few minutes in the parking lot of the park, punching in the address of the riding stables.  It had taken a while to get used to driving on the other side of the road, but finding where to go was still a little difficult.  Once the GPS was set, she pulled on her sun glasses, and left the little park.

With the GPS guiding the way, Dianna was able to get to the stables without any trouble.  She pulled into the gravel parking lot, looking around.  Leslie was supposed to meet her in the parking lot, but she rarely did.  Usually she was somewhere in the stable grounds, talking to her friends or visiting the horses. Reluctantly, Dianna parked her Volkswagen, and got out.  Locking the car behind her, she started towards the main stables and riding rings.  She hadn’t spent much time walking around the stable; it always seemed like a beehive of activity that she didn’t understand.  It was definitely an area set up for the horses and people who knew where to go, not for people who were just walking around. 

The first stable she found was a large, almost antique looking building, probably original to the site.  It was painted green now, and its large door was standing open.  Hoping to find Leslie, she walked up to the door and looked inside.  It was dim, the only light coming from the big, open door.  Dianna stood in the doorway, trying to decide what to do.  The smell of the horses was almost overwhelming, a strong smell, like sweat and hay mixed together.  She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head.  The arms of the glasses pushing her wavy brown hair away from her face.  She didn't see anyone inside, but she couldn't decide if she needed to go further in or not.  She stepped inside nervously, hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble.  The horses made soft noises, turning to look at her.  There didn’t seem to be anyone in here, but she took one more step in to look around, just to be sure.

“Can I help you with something?”

Surprised by the voice, Dianna jumped as she turned and almost screamed, like a small child caught sneaking where she shouldn't be.  She pushed a hand to her chest, breathing heavily.

“I think you almost gave me a heart attack,” she said, breathless with surprise.

Standing behind her was a man.  He was tall and tanned brown, his hair bleached to a light brown from the sun.  The sleeves of his working shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a cowboy hat in one hand.  He smiled at her and laughed softly.

“Sorry about that.  I didn't mean to startle you.”

That was something else London didn't have.  It didn't have any tall, handsome, cowboys.  And that was definitely something worth staying around for.

“No, no.  That's alright.  I was just looking for someone,” she answered, smiling back at him. She turned and walked out of the stable.  She pushed her sunglasses back down, as she walked back into the bright sunlight.

“Who are you looking for?  Maybe I could help you?”

He had slight accent that the others from around here didn't have, he must have moved from here from somewhere else as well.  She didn't know enough about accents in America to know where he was from, but it made his voice sound pleasant, and rhythmic.

“Yes, perhaps you could.  I was supposed to be picking up my niece from her riding lessons, but I can't seem to find her.”

“You must be looking for Leslie Cole.  I think she's by the north stables.  That's where her horse is,” the man answered, pointing the way with his hat.

“How did you know that's who I wanted?”

The man laughed again, the skin around his eyes crinkling.  “She helps me get the horses ready for the trail rides sometimes.  She told me about her aunt from 'across the pond'.”

Dianna blushed slightly.  Of course, she still had her accent.  That would make it pretty obvious that she was from somewhere else.

“It was good of you to come out, after the tragedy and all,” his voice got serious.

She nodded.  “Sometimes you have to do these things for family.”

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again.  “Did you want some help getting to the north stable?”

“Please, that would be wonderful.”

They walked quietly in the direction he had pointed, the light wind wrapping her long skirt around her legs as she walked.  She could almost feel the warm wind drying out her skin, she licked her lips quickly.  Dianna looked around, keeping an eye out for Leslie.  Hopefully she was at the north stable, and hadn’t gone wandering around somewhere else.  She’d probably never find the girl then.  As they turned the corner, she could see Leslie leaning against a fence, watching the horses gallop around the ring.  The man laughed.

“I guess she wasn’t at the stable after all.”

“Thank for your help anyway.  I’m sorry to have taken you away from your work,” she turned to him.  “My name is Dianna.”

“Call me Jackson,” he answered, holding out his hand.  “Good to meet you.”

She shook his hand quickly.  After, he tipped his hat towards her and started walking back the way they had come.  Dianna walked briskly towards where Leslie was standing.

“I thought you were supposed to wait for me at the parking lot?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

Leslie turned around and rolled her eyes.  She was fourteen years old, and had to show everyone that she knew everything, like every other girl at that age.  Somewhere, far in the distant past, Dianna vaguely remembered doing the same thing.

“Yeah, well, you found me.  What’s the big deal?”

She leaned over to pick up her helmet and bag, and started walking towards the parking lot.  Dianna sighed, and watched her niece walk away.  After a few moments, she followed the younger girl.

They drove back home together in silence.  They didn’t have very much in common, and often found it difficult to find things to talk about together.  The silence in the small car seemed to stretch on forever, making the car seem smaller, and the ride longer.  Eventually Leslie turned on the radio and pressed buttons until some country singer she liked came on.  She turned the volume up, and ignored Dianna the rest of the way home.

Dianna sat up late that night in bed, trying to read her book.  Instead of the words on the pages, she kept seeing Jackson’s face in her mind.  She’d never seen him before, but then, she never paid much attention to all the people at the stable before.  She always just wanted to pick up Leslie and get back.  She turned off her lamp, and settled down in bed.  She spent the night dreaming about cowboys, and was very interested in going back to the stable.

Three days later at the next riding lesson, Dianna tried to find an extra nice looking outfit. A long, flowing, light blue dress, hoping to see Jackson somewhere on the grounds.  She had even stopped long enough to put on some makeup before she left.  When she dropped the girl off, she got out of her car, and walked around some of the paths around the stable.  But she didn’t see the cowboy.  She got back into the car, slightly disappointed, and drove out to the park where she liked to work.  After the lesson, she met up with Leslie, and went back to the car, trying to hide her disappointment and embarrassment.  Leslie chattered happily the entire ride home, talking about a summer trip she wanted to take with her friends, and some kind of riding competition.  Dianna made comments every now and then, to make it seem like she was paying attention, when really she wasn't.  She was mentally berating herself for being so stupid.  It was embarrassing really, she'd only seen him once, they barely spoke to each other, and here she was trying to show off to him.  As if he really noticed her, or even cared if she showed up or not.

The next few weeks, Dianna started to get a lot more interested in picking up Leslie from the riding lessons.  She still felt ridiculous, like a high school girl trying to hunt down a boy, but it never stopped her from trying.  Many times Dianna would take an extra walk around, she didn’t always see Jackson, and sometimes she only saw him long enough to wave quickly as he went by.  His face always breaking out into a huge smile when he saw her.  Each time she had to remind herself that it didn’t mean anything special.  He seemed like that sort of man who smiled at everyone.

One day, she sat in the car a little longer, after dropping Leslie off at the stable.  She sat in the parking lot, watching the people walking around, when someone knocked on her window.  She jumped slightly, surprised, and looked out.  Jackson was leaning over her car.  She smiled and lowered her window.

“We’re having a trail ride today,” Jackson said, standing next to the open window of the Volkswagen.  “There’s an open spot if you want to come along while Leslie is having lessons.  It will be fun.”

She felt torn.  Horses were definitely not her favourite thing in the world, she wasn’t scared of them, but she didn’t like them.  They always seemed so high-maintenance and fussy.  But, she said to herself, it would mean spending more time with Jackson, even if there were other people around.  And it was hard to make herself say no.

“I have a very sweet, gentle mare you could ride,” he added, hoping to convince her.

“Well, alright.  That sounds like it would be nice,” she smiled at him, and got out of the Volkswagen.  Thank goodness she had decided on pants today.  She wasn’t entirely sure how well a dress would have worked on a horse.

“Follow me; I’ll make sure you’re all set up.”

They walked together to the tack building; he talked the whole way describing what the trail ride would be like.  He said it was different looking at things from a horse than it was looking at them from the ground.  She laughed, and agreed, to his surprise.  Like everything else, it was all a matter of perspective.

Dianna looked around, curious about the place that could inspire such interest in Jackson, and her niece.  She had never been in the tack building before.  There were helmets and boots, and pieces of equipment she’d never seen before.

“This is the owner’s tack room,” Jackson said, pointing to the shelves around them, as they walked through.

Dianna turned around; Leslie’s bag was tucked into a corner.  It looked very small sitting there, which was strange since it always seemed to take up so much room in the entranceway of the house where she seemed to like to leave it. 

“Here’s the loaner stock,” he said, laughing as she made a face.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about wearing a helmet that so many other people would have worn.  His face was serious as he flipped through the helmets, holding them up to her head.  A couple times he had her put one on, but frowned and made her take it off.  He finally found her a proper-sized helmet, and showed her how to get it put on, and get it tightened up properly.  They walked towards the stables in a companionable silence, both just enjoying the company of the other.  At the stables, she stood near the already mounted trail riding group, and Jackson ran back to get her horse.  He came back guiding a light brown horse, with a white stripe running down her nose.  She certainly seemed quiet enough, following Jackson placidly, looking around at where they were going.