Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I choke on my water. “Uncle Marco!” I screech before Brendan can answer.
“I believe in love at first sight.” Brendan successfully dodges the question. “And I fell head over heels for your niece the instant I walked into my apartment and found her dancing around the living room.”
“Dancing?” My uncle glances at me with a raised eyebrow, and I feel a pesky blush move over my face and neck. Tomato red isn’t a great look for me.
“I like to listen to music and exercise while I’m working.” I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. Now, I realize why I’ve never dated before. This is excruciating.
“Tell me about your business.” Uncle Marco moves quickly to the next subject.
Brendan handles the Italian inquisition like a pro and explains, “My family owns Russo Motors in Atlanta.” He reaches over and takes my hand as he continues. “My father doesn’t believe in free rides, so I started working there in high school and worked my way up to CFO.” My uncle might have a bored expression on his face, but I can see the admiration swirling behind his dark brown eyes. “I basically got bored and wanted to do something different.” My hottie shrugs. “A friend of mine told me about a luxury dealership circling the drain in Vegas, and I decided to jump on it.”
“So, your dealership isn’t a part of your family’s chain?” I have no doubt that my uncle already knows the answer to his question. He doesn’t go into situations blind.
“I gave it the Russo name, and my brothers are investors, but the business is my baby.” Brendan glances at me, and the hunger in his blue eyes heats my soul.
“I might have to stop by and see if you can give me a deal on a few vehicles.” Holy cow. My uncle just gave Brendan his seal of approval.
“I’m sure we can work something out.” Brendan smiles and gives my hand a squeeze.
CHAPTER
FIVE
BRENDAN
It’s official. My cock is going to rebel if I don’t do something. And fucking fast. I wrap my hand around the ornery fucker and squeeze while fantasizing it’s my girl’s ruby-red lips working the cum from my balls. I slap my hand against the cool marble wall as the cool water runs down my body. I’m surprised steam doesn’t rise from my overheated skin. Fuck. My hand does little to satisfy the hunger my little love has woke up in me.
My balls are empty for now. And completely unsatisfied. I step out of the shower and dry off before falling naked into my bed. No doubt, I’ll spend another six hours staring at the ceiling thinking about my girl.
My phone rings and I automatically answer, wondering who would be calling this late. “Did I wake you up?” Hunter’s smoky voice turns my cock hard as a rock. Motherfucker. The asshole just won’t calm the hell down. I see another cold ass shower in my near future.
“No.” I smile and ignore the big problem growing beneath the covers. “I was lying here thinking about you.” It’s the truth. Hunter owns me lock, stock, and barrel. And I don’t allow returns.
“I miss you,” she admits, and my heart turns over in my chest. Fuck. I need my girl sleeping next to me every goddamn night. This chaste mating routine is getting old. Fast. I’m tempted to say to hell with Marco Dean’s rules and kidnap my girl. The only thing holding me back is my love for Hunter. There’s no way I’d ever make her choose between her closest relative and me. “I can’t sleep,” she admits, “and it’s all your fault. I’m touching myself while imagining it’s your fingers sliding through my wetness.” I lift the phone away from my ear and stare at it for a few moments. Did I hear those words coming from my shy girl, or is my cock doing the talking?
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn perfect,” I groan and reach under the covers to wrap my hand around my thumping erection. “Slide your finger deep into your tight pussy.” My mind fills with images of her naked body writhing on the bed while her delicate fingers pump into her wet core.
“Brendan.” She sighs my name, and lights burst behind my closed eyelids as I pump my hand to the sound of her breathy cries. Phone sex isn’t my ideal, but right now, I’m desperate enough to take whatever I can get from my little soulmate. Hunter’s rapid breathing echoes through the phone as we both approach our climaxes.
As she chants my name, I squeeze my cock tightly and let the cum erupt. Too bad it’s wasted. I’d like nothing more than to see my little love growing round with our child. Everything else in my life takes a backseat to making Hunter mine forever. I’ll jump through whatever hoops her uncle throws in my path, but giving her up isn’t an option. Once we recover from our intense orgasms, we end up talking until the sun peeks above the horizon. Fuck a duck.