Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,7

was quiet. The morning outside was brisk and uninviting. I’d already spent enough time out in the cold, hopping buses before the sun came up. The last thing I wanted to do was venture out again.

I cracked my neck side to side and sighed. This was not what I had in mind. My dick ached in my joggers, still semiaroused thanks to my uncle’s games. I reached inside my pants and adjusted myself, groaning as a tingle rippled through my blood at the contact.

Fuck, I was horny.

I wandered through the house, unable to stop massaging my dick. Memories from my last visit clashed with the memories of earlier.

I ended up at Denver’s bedroom door. It was shut.

“Stay out of my room,” he’d said.

I shoved it open and stood on the threshold, glancing around. His bed was neatly made, his closet door wide open, displaying the rows of pressed shirts and meticulously pleated dress pants hanging over a few pairs of polished loafers. A tie rack displayed numerous designer ties in various patterns. There was no dust on his dresser and nary a thing out of place.

Uncle Denver was an enigma. What a person saw on the outside was only a fraction of what he hid underneath. Repressed was the word I was looking for.

Dad often expressed how Uncle Denver’s life strangled him. Something about Gramma and Grandpa setting high expectations when he was a kid. Dad had told me enough times—when we got along—that he would never do that to me. In the next breath, he insisted I join the military or demanded I go to college. “Stop being a lazy fucking ass.”

I rolled my eyes. Uncle Denver knew how to have fun. He just needed a nudge, a little shaking up.

I grinned, remembering how shaken up I’d been able to get him back in August. Give him a few drinks and there was a rebel underneath the façade.

I wandered into the forbidden space that belonged to my uncle. We’d fucked on that bed. Twice. It was the hottest and most exhilarating experience of my life. I’d been with a few guys, but not one of those times compared to the things I’d experienced with my uncle.

I shoved my joggers off and kicked them aside, crawling onto his bed in only my T-shirt and lying across the cool sheets. They were silky and soft. Uncle Denver’s masculine scent was everywhere. For a minute, I lazily tugged myself, calling up the hot moment we’d shared not an hour ago. The way his hand had wrapped around me and taken control. His hot breath ghosting over my ear.

His declaration about Dad and the past jolted me from the moment, and I shuddered, my strokes faltering. It was surreal. They’d fucked?

“Don’t think about that.”

Pinching my eyes closed, I arched my hips off the bed and focused on the way Uncle Denver’s lips had felt pressed to mine. The glide of his tongue. His taste. The rare flash of authority that overtook him in those unexplainable moments of passion.

My uncle.

I couldn’t stop grinning, moving my hand faster.

And Dad knew.

And Dad was pissed.

Like always, I took far too much joy in angering him. Knowing Dad was irate only fueled the fire, made the pleasure that much more intense.

Denver’s tongue.

His hand.

Dad’s caustic words floating through the phone.

“He’s jealous.”

I grunted, hiked my hips higher, increased my pace.

“Fuck yeah.”

I reached blindly for a pillow and brought it to my face, burying my nose and inhaling the essence of this forbidden moment. When I came, I came hard, sparks flashing across the inside of my eyelids, my legs spasming and threatening to give out. I coated my chest and chin, my hole pulsing and clenching with misery at having been ignored.

I collapsed, sprawling flat out on my back and staring at the ceiling as the last of my orgasm ebbed and I caught my breath. Only with the release of built-up tension was I able to think clearly.

Both?

Uncle Denver and Dad had been lovers back in college? They’d fucked?

As those pieces fell into place, I shuddered.

The last thing I wanted to think about was how Dad and I had shared a guy. That was gross on so many levels.

If Uncle Denver thought there would ever be a day when I’d consider what he’d suggested, he was dead wrong. I’d sought him out because he was everything Dad wasn’t. Plus, Uncle Denver was hot, and what we’d shared was kinky and wrong, and yet oh so right. I needed it