Read Redeemed Book 2: A Military Stepbrother Romance Online
Authors: Lucy Snow
Redeemed Book 2: A Military Stepbrother Romance
Chapter 18 - The Interrogation
Chapter 22 - The Confrontation
Prologue
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Redeemed Book 1 Summary
In Redeemed Book 1, Laurel comes back home Summitville after spending most of the last few years in New York. There she reconnects with her angry and standoffish but incredibly sexy stepbrother Harrison.
After a hastily arranged welcome home party for Harrison, Laurel goes out to meet her old friend Maggie, heavily pregnant, and enjoy a night out on the town. At the local watering hole she meets a local guy, Steve, and with Maggie’s blessing Laurel leaves the bar with Steve to spend a little time getting to know each other.
Steve is a little more forward than Laurel is comfortable with, and doesn’t want to take no for an answer. Laurel is in trouble and Steve won’t let up when he’s stopped by a mysterious interloper, who ends up being Laurel’s stepbrother Harrison.
The two men fight over Laurel, and Harrison easily defeats Steve, driving Laurel home after confessing his love for her that has stretched over the years. When they get home, they share a kiss, and Laurel doesn’t know what will happen next.
Harrison shows up in her room a few minutes later and the two have sex before Harrison sneaks back to his own room.
The next day, Laurel attends a baby shower in Maggie’s honor, and sees girls there that Harrison slept with in high school. Finding a few minutes alone with Maggie, Laurel tells her everything, except how she and Harrison actually had sex. Maggie is very supportive.
After going home from the party, Laurel finds Harrison at home. He invites her out to a wooded forest that he likes to visit when he wants to think about things. Laurel is worried that Harrison will end things with her just as quickly as they began, but her fears are unfounded - Harrison reaffirms his love for her and the two share a long kiss in the forest.
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Chapter 14 - The Return
We must have kissed like that for a good 10 minutes. By the time I opened my eyes again, it had gotten dark. And somehow colder. I was practically sitting in Harrison’s lap, with his arms wrapped around me, One hand still under my clothes, kept warm by how close he was to my skin. Likewise, both my hands traced the contours of the muscles in his back under his jacket and shirt.
Harrison broke the kiss first. He sat back, still playing with my boobs, and looking very satisfied with himself. “Well, what we do now?”
I put on as serious a look as I possibly could. “The only thing we can do, Harrison. Forget this ever happened, and never do it again.”
Harrison tweaked my nipple under all my clothing, causing me to squeal and ride around in mock pain. “Yes, I can tell your body wants us to never make the same mistake ever again.”
I replied by sticking my fingers into his back, enjoying watching him exhale and close his eyes and sigh with pleasure. “You’re right, you’re exactly right. We should never do this again.”
Harrison focused on me, like for a second he was trying to figure out if I was serious, then decided I wasn’t, thankfully. “How about we go home, and pick this up where it’s a little warmer?”
I smiled at him, dropping all pretense of being serious. “Deal.”
We broke our touch, and cleaned up the bench of all of our food and drink as fast as humanly possible, And made our way back to the car. Of course, along the way, we paused to kiss every couple minutes.
This time Harrison holding my hand as we walked along the single file path, felt so different, despite being the same thing as before. Before, it had felt like being led to an execution of sorts. Like he was taking me somewhere to give me bad news, somewhere where I wouldn’t or couldn’t make a scene, somewhere he could avoid embarrassment.
But now, despite being sold dark and so cold, I felt warm and bright and hopeful and optimistic all at the same time.
The car was waiting for us. Harrison dumped our garbage in the backseat, all in one bag, and we got in. We drove home quickly, with the heat blasting as heavy as it could. Harrison drove resting his right hand on my leg.
It was as if now that we had touched, neither of us wanted to let go for longer than we had to. That’s how it should be.
By the time we arrived in front of the house, and Harrison parked the car, my fingers and toes had just begun to thaw.
I gathered the plastic bag and we made our way back into the house, acting normal we were back in public. Of course, no one was home to find us, but we still had neighbors and people who knew us driving by, and we didn’t want anyone to see what was happening.
The path we had started down wasn’t wrong, not really, but I doubted anyone else would see it that way.
Before entering the house, I dropped the trash bag in the trash bin outside, freeing my hands up to give Harrison a quick squeeze on the shoulder. He looked at me as he unlocked the door, and stepped inside, holding it open for me after him.
A rush of warm air hit me. We turned the heat off before we left, but the house was still far warmer than outside.
I closed the door behind me, leaning up against it in the low light of the single lamp we had left on. Before I knew what was happening next, Harrison’s lips were on mine, pressing me back into the heavy front door. The only thing I wanted to do, the only thing I could do, was let him in, let him kiss me like I belonged to him.
I felt his hands move up, and I expected him to go again for my boobs, but instead I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping, And felt my jacket loosen around me, as Harrison’s hands worked.
When my jacket was unzipped I pushed forward, freeing my back from the door, still kissing Harrison, and shrugged the jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then I went to work on Harrison’s jacket in the same manner.
When we were both down to our indoor clothes, he pressed me back up against the door. I lifted up my right leg, and he grasped it in his left arm. I wrapped my leg around him pulling him into me, feeling his hardness press into me. I knew I was panting, I knew I wanted it, I knew right then that if he wanted to take me in the foyer of our house I would let him.
And I would love it. I needed my stepbrother inside me. I needed him to fuck me. Right. Now.
Harrison pressed his body against me, his weight pushing me down. I gasped as we slid to the floor very slowly, Harrison weaving his arms around my back and head to shield them from the hard surface of the door.
We ended up on the floor, our lips still locked together, pushing each other back and forth as our tongues did romantic battle between our mouths. I couldn’t help but moan as Harrison’s hands moved to my front and one press itself against my belly while the other cupped each of my breasts in turn.
I tried to reach for his waist and below, but Harrison wouldn’t let me. Whenever I got close, he would pull away smiling at me. “No, Laurel, you can’t have that yet.” Chastened but turned on even more, , almost out of my mind with lust, I pulled back for a few seconds before trying again, hungry to get at him quicker, and all bothered by Harrison keeping away from me like that.
Didn’t he know what he did to me? Couldn’t he see what his touch could do?
I felt my cheeks burn, a combination of the heat of the house after the cold outside, and the way he made me feel. Like I was the one coming on to him, I wondered how much of his charm that was. Like if he made every other girl think they were seducing him rather than the other way around.
Either way, I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anyone else before. Every time he pushed me away gently, it only made me re-double my efforts to get in. Harrison was so much stronger, though, I was no match for keep me at bay easily.
We lay like that in the foyer of the house, fooling around, delighting in playing with each other in as public a setting as we could get away with.
Very soon, though, became clear that this wasn’t enough for either of us. Both of us were wearing too many clothes. Harrison sat back first, breaking our kiss, forcing me to push my face closer to them to keep up the contact as long as possible, saying what we were both thinking. “Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered As if someone else could hear us.
“Yeah,” I managed to get out, still rolling back and forth in my head with pleasure over the attention Harrison paid to my breasts. He couldn’t have known they’d always been the most sensitive part of my body. When I touched myself alone, one hand always stayed up with my breasts, playing with my nipples. Somehow, Harrison had figured that out and he knew just what to do.
As Harrison stood up and extended an arm down to help me up, I couldn’t help but wonder at how many girls he’d done this with over the years. Fooling around in the doorway of the house was hot as hell, but what if I wasn’t the first? Could this be just the next step in his established pattern?
Take a girl to his hidden mysterious bench in the forest, get her all hot and bothered, and bring her back here, and pause just inside the house to keep the heat going?
I didn’t want to be so cynical, especially with Harrison acting so nice to me for the first time since we had known each other, and especially since we were starting on something potentially so wonderful, but at the same time…
I couldn’t shake what I knew about him, how fast he went with girls, and just how many I’d seen him with in high school. I just couldn’t be sure if he really was different now, despite all those wonderful words.
I didn’t want to be just one of many. If I was thinking along the same lines, maybe I could be OK with that, but not with Harrison. Not with him.
I got to my feet, grateful for Harrison’s strong hands helping me up. He turned without a word and we headed up the stairs, still holding on to me with one hand, just like when we’d walked the forest path just a few minutes ago.
I watched his back again, seeing the strong muscles contort as he took the stairs one by one, the contours of his ass hugged tight by his jeans. My mouth watered, and I silently wished he’d move faster. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my hands on him, and have him all over me.
We reached the top of the stairs and Harrison paused. I came up the stairs and bumped right into him, taking full advantage and pressing my head in between his strong shoulder blades. “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling his heat and wanting more of it, wanting it to cover me up, and wrapped me up like a blanket.
I stayed pressed against him, reaching around to run my hands over his chest, and feeling his heart beating heavily but strongly over his clothes. It took me a second to realize why he stopped.
Harrison wasn’t sure which bedroom to take me into.
I’m sure his natural inclination was to move us towards his room. His room, where most of his high school conquests had occurred, at least the ones I knew about. His room, where he was the undisputed master of all that went on, where girls went to be ravished and bask in his strength and manliness.
I held my breath, wanting to see what choice you would make. It sounded like something so small and meaningless, but I knew that whatever he decided, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I would make a big deal out of it.
We stood there for a few seconds longer, and I could hear the gears grinding in Harrison’s head. All of a sudden, he must’ve made up his mind, because Harrison guided me toward my room without any further thought. I exhaled sharply, letting him take me in stride as we made our way down the corridor toward my door.
At least that hurdle was clear; Harrison had made the right decision, at least this time. When we got to my door, Harrison opened with his free hand and suddenly we were back in my room.
It was strange having Harrison in my room. And not just because of what we were about to do. Just having him there, without me freaking out about it, was a new experience. We really didn’t get along, he and I, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d invited him into my room. I’m sure it had involved yelling. There might even have been something thrown toward the door.