Say Uncle (2 page)

“Yes, I am, actually. Do you like basketball?” she asked me.

“Yeah, but we’re rivals. I’m from Boston, so of course I’m a Celtics fan. So taking off that hoodie was a plus too. My woman can’t be sporting Bulls gear. It would look bad,” I said, feigning mortification.

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m not your woman because I love my Bullies!”

“So you think,” I challenged.

It was then we were told to fasten our belts for landing. Once we landed, I lost sight of her. I let her get up first, but then some guy bumped past me, chasing after his kid. Who brings a kid to Vegas? I hoped they lived here. It wasn’t the ideal place for a vacation with kids. Damn it. She managed to slink through the crowds, but it was at the luggage carousel that I spotted her again. There was some guy talking to her, but he noticed me approaching and moved his ass along.

“Trying to get away from me?” I asked.

“I thought you stopped to talk to the stewardess. Besides, it was a nice conversation, but that’s all it was,” she said.

I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her close to me before she could refuse. “Babe, you shake when I touch you. I know it’s only because you’ve got a supposed boyfriend that you’re running from me, but something about you refuses to let that get in my way.” I looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m going to kiss you, now,” I whispered before my mouth slowly closed the gap. Heavenly. She was definitely an angel. The kiss was better than any other that came before it. I growled and pulled away.

“Stop that. I have a boyfriend,” she said with no conviction, so I disregarded it.

“Babe, where are you staying?” I asked with my hands still wrapped around her slender waist.

“On the strip,” she whispered hungrily, eying my mouth, so I gave her another little taste.

I pulled back and raised my brows. “Where?”

“The Mirage. You?” she answered dazedly.

“The same. Let’s catch a cab together,” I ordered.

“I have a boyfriend,” she reminded me.

But like I told her before, it didn’t matter to me. “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me other than I have to get you to forget him.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she murmured as I let her go to grab our luggage.

“But you’re still coming with me,” I reminded her.

“Well, you’ve got my suitcase.”

“I guess I do. Now come, my Angel,” I said as I grabbed her hand and tugged her out to the taxis.

“The Mirage, please,” I told the driver as I helped her in and sat beside her. The driver loaded our luggage in the trunk while I just drank in her body. She was sexy as hell, and I wanted to part those thighs and let her ride me all the way to the hotel. He started to drive into Vegas traffic, immediately bringing me back to from fantasy fun land.

“So are you thinking of breaking your mom and her latest dupe up? You think if he sees that her daughter looks like a goth chick, he’ll walk away?” I asked as I scooted her closer to me in the cab.

“I don’t look like a goth chick. The guy next to me at the carousel didn’t think so,” she said with attitude. I get that I pissed her off, but she was playing tit for tat.

“Did he say something to you before I got there?” I knew he did, but I wanted to see if she’d tell me.

“Yes, he asked me what I was doing tonight,” she admitted.

“What did you tell him?” I asked jealously.

She just brushed off my grizzly attitude and said, “That I was busy tonight, but I might see him around.”

“What the fuck? I thought you had a boyfriend?” I snarled.

Again, dismissively, she responded, “I didn’t say I would go out with him. This isn’t my first time to Vegas. I grew up here. It’s smaller than you think. I don’t know how often I’ve run into the same people over and over again.”

“He’s going to think you want him,” I hissed.

“Whatever. I have a boyfriend. I’m not available to anyone,” she said, warning me off like she wasn’t giving me all the other signals beckoning me to her.

“We’ll see.”

She just shook her pretty little head at me. The taxi dropped us off in front. I had my hand on the back of her waist. She only flinched when I placed my hand on the small of her back. Boyfriend, my ass. I slid the back of her shirt up and caressed the bared flesh as we walked. She wanted me more than she was willing to admit. I’d make her forget that she ever knew him or any other lover before.

We’d just got our keys when I turned around, and there was my brother walking with a bleached-blonde bimbo. The skank looked scared, but it wasn’t me that scared her, but my Angel.

“What are you doing here?” The look she gave her said “pretend I’m not your mother,” but I saved my girl from outing her mother.

“So you two got married already?” I roared at my brother while looking at his vulture wife. She was the epitome of everything I could imagine she would be.

“Well, we didn’t want to wait,” he guiltily replied.

“Didn’t want to wait? You two don’t even know each other. You told me last night that you were marrying this weekend. Please tell me you got a pre-nup.” I didn’t care if she was insulted or not. I wasn’t going to back down from my opinion about the tramp.

The trashy stripper looked at me with disgust, like she was a fucking prize. She huffed, then said, “So this is your brother?” She didn’t like me. Oh how devastated I was! I gave her a mocking sneer before she added, “Come on, Ted. Let’s go.”

If she thought she was getting away that easily, she was mistaken. I looked to them and asked, “Why don’t you say hi to your daughter?”

“Daughter?” Ted looked at me like I was nuts.

I shook my head at him. Sometimes I wondered if my parents dropped him as a baby. “Not yours. Well I guess she’s your stepdaughter now,” I teased.

Ted looked at Angel, then at his wife, and knew she had lied or kept something from him. The realization hit him, and fury crept in.

“How did you know?” Candy asked me. I looked at her like she lost her shit to even speak to me.

Angel was almost in tears. I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or pain, but I hated the vulture even more. Angel screeched, “I knew you didn’t tell him about me!”

“You have a daughter?” Ted asked, seething as he looked back and forth between the two.

“I was going to tell you,” she whined. That was a lie and a half. The broad was up to no good, and I’d seen her type before. It never worked out, and usually the man suffered somehow.

“When?” he roared.

“We married right away,” she complained, trying to diffuse Ted’s rage.

“Yeah, and whose idea was that? Damn it, Candy! I thought it was because my brother wouldn’t approve, but you just didn’t want me to find out about your grown child.”

Wow, I hadn’t seen Ted that angry in a long time.

“Does it really matter?” she said, cuddling onto his shoulder in an attempt to seduce his anger away.

“It matters that you lied,” he sneered, shrugging her off his shoulder.

“Excuse me, Ted. I just wanted to say hi,” Angel said as she stuck out her hand and my brother shook it.

Then she turned to me and with a glare she said, “Thanks for the interesting conversation today, Uncle Dean.”

She rushed away from us and up to the elevators. I tried to catch her, but Ted held me back with a hand to my chest. Mentally I was pacing and snarling like a caged tiger, but physically I was just seething.

Ted saw my reaction and knew I was very interested in his new stepdaughter. “Wait, man. Let her go. You see what rushing gets you,” he said as looked at his lying bride.

“Bro, at least I had a full conversation before I kissed her,” I retorted. Then I turned my attention to the reason I was here. I questioned my brother’s poor choice for Sally’s replacement. “Candy, are there any more surprises? Do you have any more kids or a husband somewhere?”

She ignored me and answered directly to Ted. “No, I don’t. I was going to tell you about her, but she’s been sent away because she’s got issues.”

“Let’s go to lunch. Dean, do you want to join us?” he invited me.

I nodded. “I need to put my shit in my room.” Addressing Candy, I added gruffly, “Then you and I can have a talk, Candy.”

I left them in the hallway and took the elevator up to my suite. I dropped my stuff onto the bed, then went into the bathroom to freshen up. I was on my way back to the elevator when Angel came out of her room, which happened to be down the hall from me.

I smiled at her. “Hey, Angel. You want to go lunch with us?”

“Sure, Uncle Dean,” she said sweetly, pretending to be innocent.

“I’m not your uncle,” I roared.

“My mother is married to your brother, making you my uncle,” she informed me.

“So what? You’re not his real kid, so as far as I’m concerned, I’m not your uncle, and if you keep it up I’m going to make you pay for such bullshit,” I warned, looking at the short dress she changed into.

“Pay up how?” she asked as we stepped into the elevator.

“I don’t know, a nice tanning on your ass, or maybe you’ll catch my dick in your mouth to remind you I’m not your uncle,” I recommended gruffly, getting hard from just the thought.

I didn’t give her a chance to react. The instant the doors closed, I slammed her against the wall with my mouth against hers. My head was spinning as our mouths danced. Her hands came up to my neck, and I pressed my body into hers.

The elevator hit the lobby floor and the doors opened, but I wasn’t done with her. So I hit the tenth floor and we went back up. With my mouth and body on hers, I pulled out my cell. I called my brother, pulled away from her lips, and murmured into the phone, “Go without me. Catch you later.” I didn’t wait for a response. I just hung up and tucked my phone back into my pocket.

When the doors pinged open, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my room. The moment we were in there, I pinned her to the door and kissed her hard as fuck.

“You’re not wearing any makeup. I told you that you were beautiful,” I said with a groan. “I need you naked right now.” My hands went to work on the little dress she had changed into. I knew she changed and washed that shit off her face for me, which only stiffened my dick harder.

I lifted her thighs and wrapped them around my waist. She moaned as I ground my cock into her. I needed to get in her. Moving my mouth from hers, I trailed my lips down to her neck and slid my hands up and down her legs. Fuck me. She was going to get nailed good.

I pushed away from the door and carried her to the bed, pushing my luggage off the side. I pulled off her heels and made my way straight to her panties, yanking them down her legs. I faltered for moment when her pussy juiced, her scent hitting me straight in my nuts.

Vegas and a quick marriage ran through my brain as the blood left it. I was having fucked-up thoughts, so I squashed them and dove face first into her honey pot. With my first lick she was sweet and sticky, and boom—I was hooked. Her lips creamed as I parted them. She cried out, her hands buried in my hair. “Dean!”

Her body was ready to sing. I needed her to come because I knew that once my dick was deep in her, I was done for. I slipped a finger into her hot, sweet, wet pussy. She was tight, so I pushed deeper, and instantly my finger touched something I wasn’t expecting to touch. Before I could react to the discovery, she started shaking, coming hard on my tongue. I started to lick her harder, eager to bury my cock in her unbelievably pure fucking pussy.

The moment her body stopped shaking, I lifted her to the center of the bed and stripped myself. Fuck a condom—she was a fucking virgin. I smiled as I pounced on top of her, took her mouth with mine, and parted her thighs to fit in between them. Vegas/marriage crossed my mind again, and this time the thought held promise.

“Mine,” I roared as I pushed my way through her pussy, breaking her barrier and claiming her. Fuck, I felt the first squirt of my come. There was no stopping the flow of my nut into her, but my dick wasn’t done. He was just marking his territory—now it was time to rule it. I was breeding her.

I started stroking into her slowly, letting her pain ease. “Easy, my Angel.”

She whimpered, “Dean, it hurts.”

“It’ll be all right, sweetheart. Just relax and let me please you,” I whispered, slowly rocking into her.

“Fuck, babe. I’m not letting you go now,” I growled the moment her pussy started juicing, giving my dick a little leeway to push deeper into her. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” She sighed while still clinging to me, marking my skin with her nails.

“Yes, we should. You no longer have a boyfriend, and I’m not your uncle. You’re pussy belongs to me.” I pounded my point home, effectively silencing that shit she was spewing.

“Ah,” she panted.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart. Scream how much you want it,” I demanded.

She moaned and started crying out my name as she came. Fuck, I couldn’t hold out this orgasm either. Her cries hit my ears, and I was emptying out in her again. I felt her walls squeeze all my come out of my sack. My mouth was on hers, making love to her lips. Fuck. I was in love, or the craziest lust known to man. I didn’t even want to pull out of her, but suddenly, she got shy.

I leaned over her and asked, “Babe, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“No, what?” I want to know if she was all right.

“I’m not okay. Can you please let me up?” she asked without looking at me.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

“What’s wrong is my mother is married to your brother, and I have a boyfriend who I care about.”

“If you really cared about him, you wouldn’t have opened your fucking thighs for me. And I already told you it doesn’t matter that Ted married your mother. We’re not related, and I sure as hell proved I’m not your uncle,” I roared.

I got up off the bed because I was pissed off. It wasn’t about the whole uncle thing. It was the “I care about my boyfriend” shit that got me. She gave me her pussy because I got her riled up, and nothing more.

She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard the shower turn on, and I reached for her cell phone. She didn’t have a lock on it, so I looked at the screensaver and it was her and this guy with his arms wrapped around her. Angel was smiling as he was kissing her cheek. Murderous feelings coursed through me. I couldn’t believe how upset I was that she cared for another motherfucker.

I looked at her text messages, and the kid’s name was Kevin.

“Hey, babe, hope you and your mom work it out. I miss you already. Call me when you land.”

I looked at the call log, and sure enough, she had called him. I was about to smash the phone for no fucking reason. I just had the best sex I’d ever had, and I stole this guy’s virgin pussy. He’s the one who got fucked over, but I felt like I was the one who got the short end of the stick. I walked to the minibar and downed two little bottles. I looked down at my semi-hard cock and saw her blood on it.

Fuck getting upset, she was mine. That blood on my dick and all my come in her pussy proved to me she was mine. Time to man up and own my shit.

I still had her phone in hand when it vibrated. It was a message from “Mom.”

“You little bitch! How dare you! Well, I just called your boyfriend and told him you were whoring around here in Vegas. There goes your cash cow. You’re stuck with a lowly cop. Enjoy.”

I wanted to punch that bitch. Ted must have not told her about our family’s fortune. I want to laugh in that bitch’s face.

I walked back to the bed, slipped on my boxers and pants, then I forwarded the message to my phone. I was sending this to Ted, but just then there was a call from Kevin. I didn’t answer her phone because I didn’t want to lose it with him. It wasn’t his fault I was fucking his woman. It went to voicemail, and she had voice to text so I read it.

Angel, your mother called and said you were shacking up with some other man. She’s been a total B, so I know she probably made it up. Call me please, baby.

She came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and suddenly I totally lost any concern about the ex. He was the ex because she wasn’t going back to Chicago without me. There was going to be no relationship between them and we weren’t going to be in town for long because we were only going to Chicago to get her things and move her back to Boston with me.

“Angel, how are you feeling?” I asked her softly.

“Like a bad person.” I heard her sigh.

“Don’t feel like that. You’re mine, and I claimed what’s mine. Tell me…if it wasn’t about this guy, would you have been all upset about what we shared?”

“Only a little. We don’t know each other, and I let the instant hunger to be with you consume me,” she cried. Her tears streamed down her face

Fuck. Her tears weren’t cool. “Don’t cry. Do you want me to call him?” I needed her to end things with him, but I didn’t want her to deal with him.

She shook her head and waved her hands. “NO! Let’s just forget that this happened.”

“What?!”

“Please. It’s just pure lust. There’s nothing that’s going to keep you in the long run. I’m going back home.”

Confused by her response, I just shook my head, trying to figure it out. She dressed quickly and was almost at the door before I realized what she was doing. I ran after her, wrapped my arms around her, effectively trapping her arms under my arms.

“Where are you going?” I growled in her ear.

“I said I was going home,” she said as she tried to get out of my hold.