Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,21

do is watch me ravage him. Watch me take my pleasure from his gorgeous body. You should hear the sounds he makes when he comes. We’ll wait until three. If you’re not there, I’m fucking him anyway. I’ll leave the door open.”

He turned and made his way to the bar. Sidling up beside Edison, he wrapped his arm around his waist and kissed his temple. When he said something in his ear, Edison turned and winked at me.

This was ten kinds of fucked up.

Chapter Six

Edison

“Do you think he’ll do it?”

Uncle Denver turned me so I faced away from my dad. “I’m about ninety percent sure he’ll cave. Like you said, he won’t want to be outdone by you. He wants his foot in the door too, and the only way to get it there is to cede to the offer.”

The bartender, a scantily clad woman with a voluptuous bosom, set my new drink in front of me. Uncle Denver tossed her some cash and stole a sip from my glass before I could get my hands on it.

“Why don’t you just have another one? Dad drank yours.”

“Call him Harley while we’re here.”

I shook my head. “I can’t do that. It’s weird. Besides, more than enough people have told me how much we look alike. We aren’t fooling anyone.”

“Humor me. Anyhow, I can’t drink any more. Someone has to drive us home.”

“We could get an Uber.”

“Or I could wait and drink the few beers in my fridge while we wait for Harley to get off work.”

“True.” I liked that idea. Uncle Denver and me all alone for a while.

I turned my straw toward me and fit it into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks while keeping an eye on my uncle’s reaction. His pupils dilated as he watched, his breath hitching.

“Did that girl really dance naked on you?” I asked, suppressing a shudder.

“She did. It was unpleasant.”

I snorted and almost choked on my next sip. Batting at my mouth with the back of my hand, I wheezed. “Gross.”

“I thought your friends were coming tonight. I don’t see any groups of college kids.”

I glanced around. “Yeah, they canceled. Snow.”

“Aww.” Uncle Denver stole another drink from my glass and nodded at it. “Finish up. Let’s get out of here, unless you want to keep watching the show.”

I sized him up with a grin. “Oh, I could go for some pre-entertainment entertainment.” I drained my glass, the alcohol swamping my system and making my head light. “Let’s do it.”

Uncle Denver caught my waist when I slid off the stool and wobbled. He tugged me close until our bodies aligned. His next words breezed over my ear. “We’re gonna give your dad something to think about until he’s done with work.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I was on board. Uncle Denver cradled my cheek, brushed his thumb over my lips, and ground his lower half against me. He wasn’t hard, but the action made my cock stir to life in an instant. Fuck yeah. This was what I was talking about.

His gaze was up front near the stage, and I knew he was watching my dad. In the next breath, his mouth was on mine, hot, wet, and hungry. His tongue delved deep, and his hand snaked around to my ass. He used his firm grip for leverage as he ground against me and kissed me at the same time.

I groaned into his mouth, hiking my hips higher, angling so I could take full advantage of the grind. The kiss ended with a blistering nip on my bottom lip. “That should do it,” he rasped, his dark eyes searing into mine. “Now we can go.”

If I’d wobbled before due to inebriation, I was more unsteady on my feet after the kiss. Sparing a glance in my dad’s direction, I was thrilled to see him vibrating with disdain. If smoke could have come out of his ears, it would have.

Uncle Denver weaved his fingers with mine and guided me to the door. My heart fluttered with anticipation. If he stayed true to his word, the next two hours were going to feel endless. It was one in the morning, and technically, we’d told Dad he had until three to get there.

The roads were horrendous but mostly vacant at this time of night. Uncle Denver didn’t speak. He concentrated on the snow-covered streets, following the tire tracks of the cars that had gone before us. The plows, if they were out, hadn’t been along in some