Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,79
turned out.
“Dad?”
I lifted my head and stared at the closed door to Vanya’s bedroom.
Edison.
“I’ll be downstairs.” Vanya patted my hand and went to let Edison in.
He stood by the door until she was gone and then entered cautiously.
“What’s up?”
“Just needed to get away. I didn’t know where you went.”
“Van wanted to talk to me.” I held out my hand, and he took it, moving until he stood between my legs. I rested my head on his stomach and hugged him, closing my eyes. “She knows, okay? We still need to be careful, but Aunt Vanya knows.”
“Okay.” Then, “Can we go home?”
“Yeah. I’m done too.”
Chapter Nineteen
Edison
I stared at the carton of ice cream in my hands. Vanilla. Fucking vanilla. Uncle Denver had the blandest taste in treats. He bought plain chips, unsalted peanuts, and fucking vanilla ice cream. Who ate this shit? I needed to stage a protest. What was wrong with chocolate? Or rocky road? Or salt and vinegar potato chips? Or salt of any kind? Jesus, anything without salt was an insult to my tastebuds.
Regardless, I took the carton and a spoon to the table with a sigh. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, I guess.
It was hot. All I’d bothered putting on was a skimpy pair of little boy shorts that hardly covered my ass. I liked them. Uncle Denver and Dad couldn’t keep their hands off me when I wore them. I’d become the king of seduction. With a little eye-batting and lip-biting, I could get my cock sucked any time of the day or night. It was fucking awesome.
If I timed it right, I’d get both of them all over me at once.
Summer had arrived, and it was determined to outdo our treacherous winter. The temperatures were in the midthirties, the humidex hitting the low forties before lunchtime. The only relief from the ungodly heat besides air conditioning and cute boy shorts was ice cream.
“Fucking vanilla.”
We’d been in our atypical relationship for six months, and life couldn’t have been better. Dad had sold the house and officially moved in at the beginning of June. I still worked at the bar but had been looking at college courses for the fall.
My grades from high school weren’t great, and I wasn’t smart in a whole lot of subjects, but the fire science and technology courses kept calling to me more and more every day. It was a lot of hands-on learning mixed with in-class stuff. I hadn’t yet decided if I’d enroll, but it was the first time since I’d graduated high school that anything had remotely caught my attention.
It was an option. When I’d mentioned it to Dad, he’d beamed and told me to follow my heart. Then he’d grabbed himself and growled something about fucking a fireman and fantasies and hell yeah.
Follow my heart.
It hadn’t led me wrong yet. I was content living with my dad and uncle, enjoying an unconventional sexual relationship with them that could get us in trouble if the wrong person found out, but we were happy. Blissfully happy.
While shoveling boring ice cream into my mouth, I scrolled through the courses for the fire science program again on my phone, reading what each one entailed for the third or fourth time.
The front door banged, and I listened as Uncle Denver kicked his shoes off. It was late afternoon, and I suspected Dad would be home soon too. Dad was helping Uncle Dan build some play structure in my aunt and uncle’s backyard for my cousin Chase’s upcoming birthday, and he’d been gone all day. Neither of us worked tonight, and those were my favorite nights because it often meant takeout, movies, and sex.
Uncle Denver poked his head into the kitchen and scanned my scantily clad body. He smiled then frowned when he spied me eating the ice cream. “Seriously? You’re eating out of the carton?”
I popped another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, grinning as I propped my feet on the table, displaying my body in all its youthful glory for my uncle to feast upon. “I didn’t want to dirty a bowl?” I said around the spoon.
“So you contaminate the whole thing by putting your saliva in it?”
I hitched a brow. “I came in your mouth last night. I’m pretty sure my germs don’t bother you that much.”
“Brat.” He was smiling again, and his eyes were mapping all my exposed skin.
I stuck out my tongue. “PS, vanilla ice cream is disgusting.” I shoveled another heaping bite into my mouth.