you’re having trouble choking it down.”
Uncle Denver moved to the fridge, digging out a bottle of water from the bottom shelf. He leaned against the counter, undoing the top three buttons on his dress shirt before downing a few long swallows. Then he returned to scanning my body, lingering longer on the swell in my shorts. His attention alone was making me hard, and he knew it.
“It’s hot today,” he announced, wetting his lips and dragging his attention back to my face.
I smirked. “Mmhmm. Yes, I am. Hot, hot, hot.” I licked the spoon provocatively. He pretended I wasn’t affecting him, but I wasn’t blind to the subtle way he shifted and rearranged himself.
While putting the lid back on the ice cream container, I studied the word vanilla splashed across the front. Frowning, I returned it to the freezer and sat back down. “Can I ask a stupid question? You aren’t allowed to make fun of me.”
“I promise nothing. What’s up?”
“What’s vanilla mean?”
Uncle Denver shook his head. “I don’t understand. What do you mean, what does it mean?”
“Way back when Dad was too afraid to touch me, he said what we’d done in bed that night was vanilla, and I should be careful what I asked for if I wanted more from him. What did that mean?”
Uncle Denver quirked a smile. “What do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. Vanilla is boring and plain.”
“Exactly. It basically means safe. Not as adventurous as it could be. Basically, it’s the foundation.”
“Our sex life is not vanilla.” I took offense to that. We’d done all kinds of wild and crazy shit.
Uncle Denver laughed. “No. I wouldn’t call it that. I mean, there’s lots we haven’t done or tried, but what we have is… adventurous.”
“I don’t want us to be vanilla.”
“We aren’t. Trust me.”
“We need to keep the mint chip in our sex life. Maybe we could add some peanut butter swirl or pecan crunch. Some rocky—okay, not rocky road because that gave me visuals I never want to see again.”
Uncle Denver looked confused, so I waved it off like it was nothing.
“Are you happy with our sex life, Edison?” He held up a finger. “Keeping in mind we’re not as young and bendy as you, so sometimes if we pull back, it’s not you. It’s because pulled muscles are a thing, and they hurt like a bitch.”
I laughed. “Yeah, the acrobatics in the bedroom are totally vanilla. That’s disappointing, but that’s what I get for fucking two guys twice my age, right?”
Uncle Denver sneered. “Watch it, brat. I have plenty enough stamina to chase you around the house and tie you to the bed again, and I will not hesitate. Then I’ll make you sorry you brought age into this.”
“Pff… You’d never catch me. And if you did, what would you do? I could take it.”
“Ever heard of orgasm denial?”
“Dude, that’s just cruel. You wouldn’t do that.”
“Don’t push me. I will so do it.” Uncle Denver finished his water and dropped the empty bottle into the recycling bin. He snagged my chin and kissed me deeply as he skimmed his other hand down my chest and over the swell in my shorts. He hummed and massaged my cock a minute more as he explored my mouth. When he pulled back, he patted my cheek. “You look so fucking hot in those shorts.”
I grinned. “Thank you. I look even hotter with them off.”
“I bet you do. When’s Harley going to be home?”
“Soon. Hopefully. He said around dinner.”
“I’m going to shower. Go be cute on the bed or something. Naked. Text your dad and tell him I plan to do nasty things to your fuckable ass without him if he doesn’t hurry up.”
I squirmed, unsure I could wait while he showered, but I nodded. “On it. Naked. Bed. Check. Just putting it out there. The kitchen table is also an option.”
“Brat. Bed.” Uncle Denver gave me one last kiss, his hand drifting south once more but sneaking below the waistband of my shorts. He brushed my cock with the backs of his fingers and pulled back, making me whine.
“No underwear. Nice.” He left me in the kitchen and went to shower.
“Bastard.”
We’d messed around plenty, done all sorts of flip-fucking and sharing, but there was something I’d been thinking about for ages that had me wound so tight I was ready to burst. I was convinced they’d think I was crazy if I brought it up, but if I didn’t, I’d never know. I didn’t care