Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,1

my name. It said, What the fuck? and Are you insane? There might have been an edge of hurt in there somewhere because, despite his self-confidence, Harley’s ego bruised easily.

“Uncle Denver?” Edison stepped into the room, a mirror image of his father in every way. He ruffled a hand through his wet mop of hair before crossing his arms over his bare chest, hiding his lanky frame. Dammit. He’d lost his cocky, self-assured edge. He’d dropped his flirtatious approach. Edison was my nephew again and not the man determined to get me back in bed.

“What was that all about?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Not sure you want to hear it.”

For once in my life, I had the upper hand. Edison glanced around my office uneasily. “Try me.”

“Why are you here, Eddy?”

“I told you. Dad kicked me out. We got in another fight, and I’m sick of him trying to rule my life. I’m not a child.”

Punctuating his point, he stood straighter and propped his hands on his hips as he lifted his chin. He adopted that mischievous smile that had lured me in the last time and said, “You treat me like a proper adult.”

The seductive gleam in his eyes hooked and lured me in. Fantasies roared back to life. I wanted him to drop the towel, straddle my lap, ride my cock…

My phone rang.

The spark went out, and Edison glowered at the intrusive device. His father’s name flashed across the screen.

I’d told Harley I was weak. He wouldn’t listen.

With my eyes locked on the mound under Edison’s towel, I answered. Before Harley could get a word out, I cut him off. “Not a good time. We can chat later.”

And I hung up on him again as my name resonated from the other end of the line. The same sharp tone that dripped with Harley’s rage.

“What’s going on?” Edison asked again.

“Your dad doesn’t like it when he isn’t in control.”

Edison rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it, but that’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“He’s jealous.”

“Of?”

“The fact that I fucked his son.”

Edison’s eyes blew wide, their smoky gray quality like storm clouds, darkening with his surprise. “You told him?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

“What the hell? Do you know how fucked up that is?”

“He’s in no position to judge.”

Edison raked his hands through his hair and spun in place before pinning me with a scowl. “You can’t just tell my dad we’re fucking.”

“Fucked, not fucking. Past tense. We are not currently anything.” Now, if he dropped the towel, we’d be currently something, that much I was sure of.

I pushed back from my desk and rounded it, taking his elbow and encouraging him to face me. We were close in height. The inch or so I had on him gave me just enough of a commanding edge. I tugged him closer, unable to resist taking in the scent of his freshly showered skin. “However, if you don’t get dressed, I make no promises.”

“Wait. No. You said both.” Edison flicked his gaze over my face, his voice hoarse. “What does that mean?”

It was my turn to be coy and facetious. Leaning closer, I nuzzled the damp hair at his temple and ensured that when I spoke, my words ghosted his ear.

“It means…” Edison shivered and stilled. “I won’t choose. It means there was a time long ago when I let your dad fuck me. We were young. In college. Same age as you are now. You were nothing but a glimmer in his eyes. So, he needed to know what happened between us, understand? Like I said, he’s a tad jealous.”

Edison absorbed that for a moment.

My phone rang again. I ignored it.

“But, y-you said both.”

“Yes, I did. Because he wanted me to choose. You or him.” I took Edison’s earlobe into my mouth and sucked. With my other hand, I snuck a single finger under the edge of his towel, savoring the warmth of his smooth skin. “How rebellious are you, Edison?”

He melted into my touch, hips jutting forward, seeking pressure against the fast-growing swell of his erection.

“You’re insane.”

“Possibly. Probably. Our whole family is messed up. It’s about time you realize that. First, I fucked around with my brother. Now, I have his delectable son in my house who makes me want to cross all those lines again. Don’t think I don’t remember those sweet noises you make right before you come. They’re burned into my mind. I’ve relived them plenty while jerking off. That’s why you came here, isn’t