Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,23

the pleasure of his attention consumed me, rippling through my blood and electrifying the foundational cells in my body, Denver stepped back with a growl. The inferno behind his eyes almost made me come right there on the spot, fully clothed.

“We have to wait.” His body vibrated hard enough I could see the tremble running through him. He fisted his hands, and I thought it was a last-ditch effort at maintaining self-control.

“We don’t have to.”

He laughed, a sound laced with borderline mania. “Nice try, Edison. We have…” He glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes. Then I’ll take you to bed. I assume by the time I have you naked, we’ll have an audience.”

“And if we don’t?” I needed him to say it.

His grin grew more sadistic. “Then, we’ll see.”

There was no fucking way he could back off now.

Fetching a third beer from the fridge, Uncle Denver opened it and took a second to adjust the swell in his pants as he shook his head, another rumble climbing his throat. He took his drink into the living room, and I followed.

He flopped onto the cushioned, single-seat chair—likely on purpose, knowing I’d have joined him if he’d sat on the couch.

I crossed to the front window, peeking out from behind the curtains at the winter storm beyond. Double-checking we’d left the front door unlocked, I submitted to the welcoming couch and lay horizontal, arms folded behind my head, facing my uncle. My dick pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants, but I did all I could to ignore it.

“Is there a gay strip joint in town?” I asked. “I feel like I’d know about it if there was.”

“Nope.” Uncle Denver sipped his beer, drinking it more slowly than the last two.

“Have you been to one?”

“No, but that wasn’t my first time at your dad’s work. Sadly, it also wasn’t my first lap dance from a woman.”

“Are you serious?”

“A guy from work had his bachelor party there a few years back. Your dad wasn’t working that night. It was a horrendous event. It’s hard to enjoy yourself when submersed in an atmosphere that is cranking up everyone else’s libido except your own.”

“So why pay for a lap dance?”

Uncle Denver smirked and shrugged. “One of the guys we were there with was harassing one of the girls to the point I thought the bouncers were going to ask him to leave. He’d spent all his money and was just being obnoxious, so I asked the girl for a lap dance just to get her away from him for a bit. She was grateful.”

I made a face, unable to hide my disgust at the whole idea. “Did she actually dance for you?”

“Yup. Well, she started to, but when I failed to respond as most men would, thankfully before she’d completely undressed, she backed off. I told her I was gay, and she laughed. We chatted for the next twenty minutes. By the time I returned to our table, it was time to go home. Her name was Chastity. She’s not there anymore. She told me to come back on ladies’ night and ask for a lap dance from a guy named Sexton. Apparently, he swings both ways and wouldn’t flinch at providing a lap dance to a guy. He goes the extra mile.”

I darted upright. “You mean Dad lied to me?”

Why was that so shocking? Of course he’d lied. Dad had probably had his way with this Sexton guy and didn’t want his son drooling over him too. Asshole.

“He told me the guys who danced on ladies’ night were all straight.”

Uncle Denver smirked. “Not Sexton.”

“Oh my god, you went back.”

Uncle Denver shrugged and sipped his beer. “Maybe.”

For the next few minutes, Uncle Denver savored his drink while not once taking his eyes off me. The silent storm outside raged on. Inside, we were warm and cozy, lust and desire ripe in the air between us. The minutes ticked by at a haltingly slow rate, driven forward at a momentum that contradicted the anticipation floating in the air.

I groaned in annoyance and massaged my aching cock through my jeans. My erection hadn’t deflated in the least. Uncle Denver watched as I gave myself unsatisfyingly limited pleasure, wishing it was his hand and his mouth and his body touching me instead.

In response, Uncle Denver drained his beer and set it aside. He copied my motion, grazing his palm over the front of his pants, massaging the swell. The sight of his erection spread warmth through my