Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,20
he was fucking drunk.
“Uncle Denver… Shit, I mean, Denver was going to explain it all, but you sent him off to be tortured by that woman. That was cruel, by the way. I need another drink.”
He moved to stand, but I growled, “Sit the fuck down.”
He dropped back into his seat. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t fucking do that. It’s creepy. What counteroffer? What did Den agree to?”
Edison wet his lips, his devious grin growing wider as he leaned over the table, crooking a finger and encouraging me to join him in the middle.
Reluctantly, I obeyed, sneering at my cocky son.
“He wants all three of us to get kinky, right?”
I dashed my gaze around the room, heat blooming in my cheeks out of nowhere at those simple words. “Yeah, and he’s also lost his fucking mind.”
“At least we agree on one thing. But, even though I don’t want to be the jelly in your PB&J sandwich—”
“French sandwich. God, you’re hopeless.”
“It’s the alcohol. Anyhow, where was I?”
“Counteroffer.”
“Right. I want you to watch him fuck me.”
I stilled, my gaze shifting from one of Edison’s glassy eyes to the other, back and forth. I tried to deduce how much alcohol had been involved in this decision and if he was trying to get a rise out of me or if he was serious.
“What do you think?”
“I think you shouldn’t try to play with the big boys. I think you should go dig out your old GI Joes and whack off like you did when you were twelve.”
Edison shrugged, unfazed by my comment. “That’s fine. Then we’ll just go home and fuck without you watching. Your choice.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Denver was strict about his rules.”
“And Denver is halfway intoxicated. You lose.” He blew me an air kiss—which might have disturbed me more had he not just dropped this bomb on me.
“I don’t understand how this is a counteroffer. Why would he agree to it? It’s not what he wants.”
Edison shrugged. “It’s one step closer.”
“How?”
“Because after he fucks me… while you watch,” he tacked on, pointing a finger in my face. “You get to fuck him and teach your widdle boy a few tricks about how to play in the big leagues.” Edison shoved back from the table and stood. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need more booze.” He dashed his gaze at the stage. “Not more boobs.”
Edison shielded his eyes from the naked dancer as he moved toward the bar. It was juvenile and ridiculous, but he was an immature brat, so I wasn’t surprised.
Mouth gaping, I stared after him, unsure at what point I’d been had by my twenty-year-old kid. Snagging Denver’s drink, I glanced around to ensure no one I worked with was watching, and I drained his super-strong green concoction, hissing at the burn but savoring the bleeding warmth as it soaked into my veins.
As Edison waited for the bartender, Denver and Ginger appeared from the back. Ginger was smiling and hanging on Denver’s arm. Denver seemed a modicum less uncomfortable than when he’d left a short time ago.
“No luck,” Ginger informed me. “And I gave it my all.”
“She did.” Denver winced.
“I might have had better luck if you’d have opened your eyes, sweetie.”
“Next time.”
She kissed his cheek. “Sure thing.” Ginger gave me a wink and wandered off.
“You closed your eyes? Do you know how much I paid for that lap dance?”
“That was the closest I’ve been to a vagina since I was born. Never again. You thought I’d get hard? I think my dick shriveled up inside me and cried for help.”
I snorted. “Definitely not bi.”
“Not even a little.” Denver frowned at his empty glass. “You drank my drink?”
“You made a ridiculous deal with my son?”
Denver smirked and glanced around until his attention settled on the shit-stirrer. “He drives a hard bargain.”
I shoved from the table and stood in front of my brother. “Look at me, asshole.”
I’d never seen my brother so smug.
“It’s not happening.”
“That’s okay. But I’m still taking him home with me. And I’m going to lay him out on my bed and do nasty things to his sweet young body.” Denver took a step closer, crowding against me. “If you want a turn, if you want to remember what it was like to sink into my ass and fuck me, then I suggest you show up after your shift is over.”
“Denver.” My voice was hoarse. “You’re insane.”
“You don’t have to touch him. Yet.” He held up a finger, emphasizing the word. “This time, all you have to