Say Uncle (3 page)

“No, you’re not. If you think I’m going to let you run back to him because you’re scared of your natural reaction to me and mine to you, you are out of your mind. I’ve probably bred you today, and I’m not going to stop even after I breed you.”

“But it’s wrong,” she reiterated, still trying to break free.

“Why?” I asked, fucking really confused.

“Because of my mom,” she said sadly.

“What does it take for you to understand that I’m not your uncle?!”

“That’s not what I mean! Can you put me down so I can think straight?” I let her down, but only after I leaned against the door. “My mom isn’t a good woman, and what happens when it ends between her and Ted? It will come in between us,” she admitted.

“I’m not going to let it. I’ll prove it,” I declared before I pulled her to me and kissed her roughly.

Her phone rang again, and I knew it was her boyfriend. She pushed away and rushed to answer it. “Hi, Kevin. No, I’m fine. Another man!? Candy went out with her new husband, and I’m just hanging out with my Uncle Dean, Ted’s little brother. Okay, I’ll call you later,” she said cheerfully.

“No, the fuck you won’t!” I roared just as she hung up the phone. I was on her in a split second, pushing her back against the bed.

I took her wrists in my hand and moved them over her head. Our eyes met as I panted in frustration. Growling, I bent down and captured her lips. She sighed lightly as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her flavor mixed with a hint of toothpaste from the bathroom. The thought of her using my toothbrush suddenly made my heart pound. A silly thing to make a big deal of, but a toothbrush is so personal.

Nutty, but I didn’t care. She made me feel like a million bucks, helping to ease my anger, but she still needed to understand this wasn’t over. So I pulled back a little, and I started playing with her panties. In seconds, her body and mind were lost to my touch. “You’re mine, Angel. Do you understand?”

She just nodded, but I needed verbal conformation. “Say it, baby.”

“Yes, I understand. I’m yours,” she moaned and parted her thighs for me. I used my free hand to undo my pants and unleashed my cock for her freshly awakened pussy. Rubbing the head along her panties, I teased her until she started to beg.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Not until you promise me you won’t talk to him again,” I answered as I pulled her panties to the side and rubbed the head against her slit this time. Panting but still defiant, she shook her head.

“No?! You’re still going to deny this for him?” I said menacingly.

“Please…Uncle Dean,” she purred. Damn. She knew that I didn’t like her calling me that. I wasn’t her uncle by any stretch of the imagination, especially after I broke up this sham of a marriage.

“You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart,” I growled in her ear. I stepped back and she pouted, which instantly satisfied me as much as it pissed her off.

I flipped her quickly and lifted her onto her knees. Like I promised, my hand hit her pale flesh, reddening it and causing her to cry out. I did it again because I wanted to make it clear I was serious, but the second time I softened the blow, and she whimpered. Then I started to massage it.

“What’s my name?” I prodded, daring her to say it again.

“Depends…” She blushed.

“Are you ready to get spanked again?” I threatened.

“No,” she sighed. Could she want what I think she wanted?

I tested her pussy; despite the pain, my girl was soaked and nearly jumped with excitement. I lifted her body up so I could reach her pretty mouth. I kissed her hungrily. She wasn’t the only one horny as fuck again. “I don’t like spanking you, so next time, you’re going to get a mouth full of my cock.”

“Uncle Dean, please,” she panted. Yep, I was right; she wanted to suck me off.

“Sweetheart, as much as I would love to stuff it in your mouth, I’m already close to coming. Just remember I owe you one, but right now I want in you,” I said as I pushed my dick all the way in her sweet snatch, sending her back down onto her hands.

My hands gripped her fat, red ass cheeks, and I pumped into her unprotected womb. Fuck. If I kept this up, she’d be pregnant before we left Vegas. I reached around to her tits and played with those plump motherfuckers. I wanted to stick my dick between them, and I would later. She already owed me one “Uncle Dean” already. I was fucking those tits later tonight while she sucked me off.

I shut off thoughts of doing her boobs because I was about to nut, and I couldn’t be leaving her young pussy hungry. One hand still teased her tit while the other gripped her fucking hair. I pulled it back and gripped her tight and started driving roughly into her. Her little cunt was so fucking wet and pulsing, I knew she would be getting off soon.

“Give me your tongue, babe,” I demanded as I lifted her face to mine.

Our mouths met, and her pussy started milking my cock. We both cried out in each other’s mouths as we came together. I held her with her back pressed against my chest until I caught my breath. We fell asleep, only to wake up hours later to fuck again.

For the next two days, I completely forgot about my brother and his issues. It wasn’t like I could change the fact that he’d gotten married anyway. So I spent my time learning about Angel’s body. It was perfectly smooth and curvy. I ordered us some room service because hell if I wanted her away from me. That wasn’t my usual because I normally didn’t live with a constant hard-on. Since I met my dark Angel, my cock was on full alert and ready for duty.

I’d just busted a nut in her again, so she was going to go shower. I needed to get some work done. Calling the Boston office, I checked in with my partner, but the one case we actually had a lead on was stalled due to getting DNA results back. 

“So when are you coming back to Boston?” Grant asked me. I knew it was shitty to leave him like that, but it didn’t really matter because we weren’t getting much done.

“It’s going to be a week. I’m headed to Chicago first,” I stated.

After hanging up, I tossed my phone onto the bedside table, accidentally knocking down her phone. I picked up the phone and noticed that she still had that fuck’s picture on her home screen. I set her phone back down because I was about crush it.

I hated that I felt for this fuck, but I did. I just fucked his girl. She was feeling awful for wanting me, letting me fill her up and satisfy her. Yet she didn’t run away. I tossed the phone on the table with mine. She was going to learn that I wasn’t going to take this shit any longer. She was losing the ex.

Once she was out of the bathroom, I kissed her hard. I groaned as I slipped the towel off her body. Trailing my hands down her wet body, I placed my hands on her round ass cheeks. Giving them a squeeze, I lifted her up and into my erection.

“I just got out of the shower,” she scolded as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I don’t care,” I uttered before taking her mouth again and grasping her slender neck and sliding my hand into her hair, tugging roughly while I ground my cock into her. She started to moan as I worked her body, making her forget her ex again.

“You’re done with Kevin,” I voiced as I laid her down on the bed, parting her thighs and pushing my way back into her heat.

“No,” she renounced.

“No, you want me to stop, or no, you’re going to stay with him?”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she specified. That was enough for me to say fuck her feelings. I started driving into her wet, eager pussy, fucking her hard without kissing her again. Getting off was all that I was aiming for at the moment. She was going to be left hanging and maybe she’d learn not to fucking piss me off. With a few more strokes, I pulled out and emptied my come on her belly. 

Our argument was still in the forefront of my mind from the other day. The fact that she still wanted him galled me. Just because she gave me her pussy again didn’t mean I forgot that she refused to stop dealing with that fuck, so I pushed her away from me and climbed off the bed like she was nothing but another lay for me.

Going into the bathroom, I washed my dick off, then came back to get dressed. When I came out of the room, she was gone. What the fuck? I looked out in the hallway without a shirt on.

“Did she steal your wallet?” some guy leaving his room asked because my face was furious.

“No, she’s just my bratty-ass woman who thinks she’s funny,” I grouched before I closed the door to his “good luck.”

When I got a hold of her, I was going to let her know how mad I was at her. I called my brother, and he said that he and the wife were going to a comedy show tonight and I should come with.

“Candy’s inviting her daughter too,” he offered. Perfect—I had a few choice words for her before she got fucked into submission.

“Good. I wanted to talk to her anyway,” I growled. After what her mother said in her text, I didn’t think they’d be speaking at all, but I guess she didn’t care.

“She hasn’t said yes yet, but she will,” Ted reassured me like he could tell I was interested.

“So what are you guys up to right now?” I asked.

“Candy wants to go shopping,” he said sardonically.

“Do you want me to come with you two?” I knew he didn’t like shopping, or rather, waiting for a woman to shop.

“Hell, yeah! You know I can’t stand waiting for a female to shop,” he snarled.

“Fine, bro, where do you want me to meet you?”

“In the lobby is cool.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in five,” I replied before hanging up.

I got downstairs, and guess who was standing next to Ted and making me extremely jealous—my Angel.

“So we meet again,” Candy said. She practically jumped into my arms, and that made Angel really pissed off. It was okay, because at the present moment I was furious with her. First, she left me after I spilled my nut both in and on her. Second, she was wearing something so damn provocative at least three men who passed by all stared at her ass.

I squeezed Candy tightly and growled, “I can see why my brother likes you.” I let them take it the way it sounded, but I sure as hell didn’t mean it as a compliment. She was as fake as they came, and her huge fake tits were my brother’s weakness. After he lost his wife to breast cancer ten years ago, he hated real breasts. Women with fake tits were the only kind he liked now. It was obvious to us all who knew how happy he’d been with Sally that her death had destroyed him.

I pulled away, and my brother was ready to kick my ass. It wasn’t because he was jealous, but because he was embarrassed about his preference. However, my Angel looked like she was going to murder me. Fuck it—it’ll teach her a lesson to run out on me again.

I smiled right at her and greeted her. “Hey, Angie. How’s it going?”

“Her name is Angel, bro,” Ted reminded me.

“It’s fine, my Uncle Dean will learn it eventually,” she mocked. My eyes darkened and nostrils flared, letting her know I was pissed about the uncle thing. Her bold dig was going to get her a good dicking.

I gave her a look, but it wasn’t until I grabbed her arm and pulled her along that I whispered dangerously low in her ear, “You’re really starting to piss me off. You better quit before I fucking take you back upstairs and teach your ass a lesson.”

“I don’t want you to touch me again. So back off.” She pulled away, and I didn’t want to make a scene so I let her go. She stormed off, and Ted went ahead to stop her.

They didn’t hear what I had to say, so Candy tried to soothe my ego by whispering in my ear. “Don’t worry about her. She just turned eighteen, and she’s still got a teenage attitude.”

“She’s eighteen!” I think I may have turned green at the realization.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t like to be considered young, so don’t bring it up until later. I don’t want Ted to get the wrong impression of her.”
She wanted Ted to like Angel because it made her look like a good mother, which I doubted was true. “So does she have a fake ID or something, because she can’t get into most places?”

“Yes, she does.” She was proud that her daughter was breaking laws. Yep, she was a bad mother for sure. Things were going to change really fast between us because I wasn’t happy about her bullshitting me.

We decided to walk to the first shop, then catch a cab later when the girls tired. I was walking alongside Candy while Angel talked it up with my brother. Once we got to the first shops, I stood next to the rack and whispered, “If you even think about getting an outfit that short like that again, it better be for when I get home and you’re ready to service me.”

She turned to give me a deadly glare. “Drop dead, you pig,” she hissed.

“Jealous a bit, aren’t we?” She scowled, huffed, then looked away from me, so I grabbed her chin and said, “That’s what you get for refusing to give up that bastard ass in Chicago. I want to shoot him, so keep pushing me, sweetheart. By the way, you’re collecting the ‘Uncle Deans.’ You’re going to spend a fucking lifetime on your knees for me.” Her mother and my brother were already down the aisle, so I stole a quick kiss to remind her who she belonged to. She mewled just like I thought she would.

“Now, sweetheart, buy whatever you want, but remember what I said.” I walked away and sat on a bench meant for the husbands. Hell, it even said it, and they had a huge screen above it to keep us occupied. Ted came and sat down next to me after about ten minutes of shopping with Candy.

“Bro, damn…if the pussy wasn’t good,” he sighed.

“Yeah, I know. You wouldn’t be here either.” I laughed.

“You slept with her?!” Ted barked.

“Shh! Yeah, I did. Get off your high horse. You married a stripper. I’m just burying my cock into her legal beauty.” I shrugged. It was more than just a fucking, but I wasn’t ready to tell him that because I was trying to end his rushed marriage.

“But she’s just eighteen,” Ted protested.

“Yes, and she needs an ass whooping for that. She fucking lied to me, but it doesn’t change shit. Just like your wife keeping a kid from you. Does she know about Sally?” I had to ask just in case I slipped. I didn’t want to snitch on my brother.

“No, and I’m not telling her,” he warned with a growl.

“She’s going to find out one day, bro. Unless you’re not going to take her back to your house ever,” I challenged.

My questions started to aggravate him. He never got over Sally. I didn’t care for her because she’d cheated on him, and the only reason they stayed together was she was dying. He blamed himself for not being a good husband, which I knew was bullshit. “Don’t worry about it, bro.”

“Fine.” I threw my hands up in surrender. I knew he could be stubborn as fuck. He’d always been that way. “You know you could do a hell of a lot better than her,” I added defiantly.

“You’re not going to change my mind.” He got up and walked away, which really pissed me off. I looked for my girl, but I didn’t see her anywhere so I went in search. She was still in the dressing room stall and on her phone. I heard something that I didn’t want to hear, so I fucking left, just telling Ted I was off.

I was back at the hotel before I knew it. My anger was beyond belief. She was playing me and her boyfriend. Fuck trying to save Ted from a big mistake. She was going to take him for half of everything he was worth, and that would be his fucking fault. I slammed down my luggage on the bed, then grabbed my shit to shower her fucking scent off me. I felt like a pussy, but I refused to be Ted.

I was acting like a total bitch, but hearing her say that she loved him crippled me. I wanted to go out and find one of those skanks running all over the strip and fuck my anger out with one of them. She fucked me up so bad I couldn’t even function. I knew I never felt this way before, and it was destroying me.

I needed to go get drunk.

~~~~~

By the time I returned to my room, I was completely smashed. I reeked of alcohol so much I could get someone drunk standing next to me. I just got off the elevator when I’d seen something that took all my anger at Angel away and directed it elsewhere: her bitch of a mother. Candy struck Angel hard across her face, pissing me the fuck off.

“What the fuck?!” I hollered, catching Candy off guard. Freaking out, Candy scurried to the bank of elevators that just pinged open in the middle of the floor and got away before I could get to her and wring her neck.

I stumbled up to Angel as she covered her now bruised cheek. Fucking bitch was lucky with that slap to my Angel that I sobered the fuck up, or I would have chased Candy’s ass down and forgot that she was a female.

As I came near Angel she flinched, and with her face covered with her hands, she shouted, “Stay away from me.”

“Not going to happen,” I said, removing her hands from her face.

“Did you have fun?” she sobbed.

I was too drunk to really understand her meaning, but I knew that I wasn’t happy at all. “Not really,” I snarled.

She looked at me with a pained expression and cried, “I saw you with that escort.”

“It’s not what you think,” I admitted as I looked at her welted face. Damn, the bitch was going to pay for this.

“Did you have sex with her? And by that I mean all types of sex,” she clarified her question.

“I didn’t, actually. I was just asking for directions to the nearest comedy show. She thought I was trying to pick her up, but I told her I already had an angel,” I slurred in her ear, my weight pressing on her in my drunken stupor.

“You need to lie down,” she replied.

“Why won’t you let him go? Why are you letting me fuck my kid into you, yet you tell him that you love him?”

“Just go to sleep, Dean,” she groaned, refusing to answer my question.

“I’m not going to bed without you,” I said as my mouth attacked her pretty neck. Sucking hard, I marked her right there. Ha! Let her try to hide that from her lover. Once I pulled away, I grabbed her hand and marched drunkenly toward my hotel room.

The moment we entered it, my bed looked really comfortable and inviting. I lay down, still dressed, and the room was starting to spin.

“You were leaving?” she asked, looking at my luggage packed by the door before I went out to get smashed.

“Yeah. I want you, but hell if I can let you keep doing this to me. Hell, I don’t even know what you’re doing to me, but I fucking hate it,” I groggily said right before I passed out.