or win. I didn’t care if they had a secret past together. I was not going to let Uncle Denver be manipulated.
I stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene. Uncle Denver had swiveled his chair to face Dad, who had rounded the desk and stood in front of him, arm extended, offering him a beer.
Uncle Denver took it and set it aside. Dad chuckled, opened his bottle, and downed several long swallows that made his throat bob. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and wore his scruff like a rugged biker.
When he finished drinking, he swiped his mouth and nodded at the untouched beer on the desk. “Join me.”
Uncle Denver crossed his arms and leaned back farther, a smile splitting his face. “No. I’m not caving, and you know alcohol is my weakness.”
“I thought I was your weakness.”
I snorted. “Yeah, a hundred years ago. Why would he want your old ass when he can have someone younger and livelier.”
“Get out, Edison. The grown-ups are talking.”
“Fuck you. You can’t tell me what to do.”
Uncle Denver held up a hand, his eyes never straying from my dad’s. “Edison stays. I’ve told him the same thing I told you.”
“Uncle Denver wants me to be in the middle of your French sandwich. I looked it up. Urban Dictionary is shockingly perverse. And, PS, I’m not sure I want to top that badly.”
Dad’s gaze slipped to me. He studied me a second, confusion marring his brow before he turned back to Uncle Denver. “What the fuck is he talking about? A what sandwich?”
Uncle Denver hooked a hand around Dad’s neck and tugged him down so he could whisper in his ear. Dad braced himself on the arms of the chair, his gaze locked on me while Uncle Denver said something I couldn’t hear. When Dad’s body stiffened and his eyes bulged, I assumed he’d just been educated on the sex lingo.
Dad pulled back and passed his gaze over Uncle Denver’s face as though trying to see something deep and meaningful. Uncle Denver hadn’t released his grip on Dad’s neck and tugged him closer. Before I could react or look away, they were kissing. Not a chaste or clean kiss either. It was wet and dirty, filled with deep tongue action and biting.
It was like witnessing an accident. You know it should horrify you and you should look away, but you can’t shake the tiny nugget of intrigue despite knowing it’s wrong and perverse.
My eyes blew wide, and my knees locked, rooting me in place. I held my breath, unsure how to react. All I could do was stare. I knew the feel of my uncle’s mouth and the way his stubble grated my sensitive cheeks when he kissed me like that. I knew the taste of his tongue and the sting of those dangerous teeth when they nipped.
Against my wishes, my cock filled, and all those fantasies came roaring back to life.
I told myself it had nothing to do with Dad and that it was merely an unfortunate coincidence. The sexual arousal was all because of my uncle and my young, unsatiated libido. Nothing else.
Dad groaned when Uncle Denver pulled back. Uncle Denver wet his lips and turned his attention to me. He winked before informing Dad he better get moving or he’d be late for work.
Dad straightened, his focus not leaving Uncle Denver’s face as he straightened his clothes and swiped at his mouth. I pretended not to notice him adjust himself in his jeans. The last thing I wanted to consider was my father’s erection.
I didn’t know my jaw hung open until Dad passed me at the doorway and helped me close it with three fingers under my chin. He chuckled, patted my cheek, and shook his head. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about how to please him. French sandwich my ass. Please. Come back when you’ve lived a little.”
Then he was gone.
The front door slammed closed a few minutes later, and silence crept in from all sides. Uncle Denver steepled his hands under his chin as he leaned back in his chair and examined me with an air of smug humor.
“He thinks I’m a child,” I groused.
“Ask him to teach you.”
“Teach me what?”
“How to please me.”
“No!” The horror-filled look on my face made Uncle Denver laugh. “This isn’t going to happen.”
Uncle Denver shrugged. “Fine. Suit yourself. Close the door on your way out.”
Chapter Four
Denver
I’d been at the office for two hours, working to balance our subsidiary accounts by reconciling