Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I left my brother’s wedding with an epic guilt complex about fucking my new step-niece, and I’m still having trouble controlling the fallout.
“God help all of us if you don’t run upstairs and change into something proper, Lexi.”
I dust my fingertips along the exposed skin of her waist. “I’ve got a hell of a problem controlling my lips when I’m around you.”
Lexi presses her lips together, her hungry gaze hovering on mine as we stand suspended, heartbeats rocketing between us. Her chest heaves with breathless words, the faint outline of her nipples visible through the crimson lace-cropped vest she’s wearing.
A quiet rumble passes over my lips as my gaze drops to the deep vee of her cleavage with its shimmery glitter dusting meant to attract attention. My blood boils at the notion of other men staring at her body.
“What’s with the shimmery shit on your tits? If you want my attention, you only have to say the words.”
Her gaze hardens and her hand catches mine at her waist, yanking it from her flesh. “You’re as arrogant as I remember, Caleb Hunt.”
I grin, enjoying how I seem to unnerve her as much as she rattles me. “So, my naughty little elf, now that you have my attention, it’s my duty to tell you I won’t have anyone else’s eyes on you. Not tonight. Not ever.”
“What makes you think you have a say?” She backs a step away, hand on her hip. “You’re not my daddy.”
I shake my head, fury and lust and every emotion in between simmering through me. “You should count your lucky stars I’m not because if I were, you’d be bare-assed over my knee, taking the punishment for your sassy little mouth.”
Her lips round in an endearing little O before her shock fades to something else. She leans in close, so close that her big tits brush my chest. My fingers ache to tweak her tight little nipples and show her how a real punishment would feel to make her fall in line.
“Oh, yeah? Think you can control me?” Her eyes are liquid fire, searing into mine and choking me with the need to fill that smart mouth with my fat cock. “Just try, Caleb Hunt, and see what happens.”
With those words, she turns, skirt flipping in the air as she bounces her way up the stairs, humming some obnoxious top twenty song.
Sweet fucking Jesus.
“I shouldn’t be here.” I push a hand through my hair, the sexual desire loosening its grip now she’s no longer dangling in front of me like a delectable temptation.
“Hey, little brother!” The double entry doors swing wide as my brother and his wife come in, hands piled high with grocery bags. “Do you mind pointing the drivers to the back entrance? I don’t want those big-ass trucks tearing up the front yard when they drop off the outdoor furniture.”
“Outdoor furniture?” I ask, feeling a migraine seep into my brain.
“Yeah, Miriam wanted a Christmas parade theme this year, and the clowns need more room for their new act—”
I wave my brother off, promising to handle whatever he needs as long as it doesn't involve any more long explanations.
My brother, Alistair Hunt. A brilliant mind and boring as fuck.
It’s not that I don’t love him. He’s my only sibling, so I love him by default, but his life doesn’t agree with me.
He’s one of the most revered defense lawyers in the tri-state area. His schedule was hectic and his personal life nonexistent until Miriam Everett and her sassy brat of a daughter entered his life.
Now, as much as Lexi gets under my skin, I have to admit that family life looks good on my big bro. Alistair’s taking more time off, traveling often, and discovering a new-found love for cooking and baking in his once-empty state-of-the-art kitchen. All in all, he’s happier than I’ve ever seen him.
His ten-thousand-square-foot home dwarfs my two-bedroom apartment, but I don’t mind. I like the minimalist simplicity of my life, far removed from all things Hunt.
Alistair took over Hunt Legal Law from our father as expected, whereas I did something revolutionary and went to trade school. I’m an electrician by trade, but my job description is general business owner. The handful of journeymen electricians who work for me handle the majority of the calls that kept me busy for much of my early years in the field. It feels good knowing I’ve done well for myself after choosing a path my father wouldn't have approved of.
After directing the deliveries to their proper locations, I duck back into the house, searching for shelter from all the chaos. As the hours until the beginning of the party wind down, the activity in this big-ass house grows unbearable.
Thankfully, Alistair knows I have antisocial tendencies and has tucked me into the guest bedroom, far from the beehive of activity in the rest of the house.