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)
A crash of tableware echoes from the kitchen, and I suck in a breath, preparing for a night of persistent chaos. Maybe I’ll leave early tomorrow morning. Scratch a note to Alistair that I’m thankful for him but won’t be back for the next party.
I don’t know why I thought I could do this. The party alone is bad enough, but the pressure of being in the same space as Lexi is unbearable. The forbidden fruit that I’d promised never to bite again.
I should’ve known better.
Now I’m stuck here, with Lexi’s name written in bright, bold letters on my rock-hard erection.
Taking the stairs to the basement two at a time, I head for the wine cellar, my mind on a top-shelf Scotch I sent Alistair for Christmas five years ago. I discovered it earlier that summer when I was traveling through Europe. Alistair has so many clients giving him gifts on the regular, chances are good that he hasn’t cracked it open yet.
I push through the cellar door, cool air hitting my skin as I take in the bottle-lined walls. The room is a work of art, like everything in my brother's life. This wine cellar was featured in Wine Aficionado when he built the house, and it’s undoubtedly my favorite room. Cool, dark, and full of booze to drown out the taunting voice of a sweet girl I want more than anything on the planet.
The door closes behind me with a soft snick. I breathe a sigh of relief as I take in the richly toned wooden walls and racks holding bottles arranged by maker and vineyard. The intoxicating smell of caramel and honey invades my nostrils, followed by fantasies of Lexi pushed against the wall with my hand trailing up that short, sexy skirt.
My cock throbs painfully behind my zipper, forcing me to loosen the button and drop the metal teeth. Relief washes through me as I free my raging problem.
Then I think of Lexi’s lips on mine, and I’m done.
I cup my balls in one hand, sliding my palm up my shaft and fisting it tightly. I imagine what I’d do to her if she were with me, pulling her fleshy ass cheeks apart and licking her sweet little cunt clean.
I jerk my cock harder, the need to relieve the pressure causing me to boil over. I steady my hand on the stone wall, imagining bracing her with my hips and fucking her hard and deep until she’s exhausted and weak around my cock, with my cum covering every inch of her.
Possession and forbidden thoughts of Lexi consume me until I can’t think of anything but her.
I tried to run away, forcing her from my thoughts. But even the distant memory of her was still a vibrant light illuminating the dark corners of my mind.
But here in the same house, those forbidden desires and taboo needs rush to the surface.
The thought of spanking the sass out of her and dragging my tongue over her succulent skin sends me over the edge. Jets of cum cover my palm and soak the front of my dark denim jeans. The cage of my chest rattles, and every muscle tenses as I come down from the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in a while. Because for the first time in five years, I’ve finally allowed myself to think of her again.
“Oh, hey! I didn’t know anyone was in here.” The door crashes open, and a voice sing-songs over my shoulder.
My back tenses. Cum is still leaking through the crack of my fingers. I gulp, tucking my still-twitching cock into my jeans and quickly buttoning them.
“Lexi.” I turn, a fake smile covering my embarrassment at being caught jerking off by the woman of the hour. “So much for giving a guy a head’s up.”
She arches one eyebrow. “I came down to steal a bottle of booze before I head out for the night.” Her gaze drops, noticing my lowered zipper. “But it looks like I stumbled upon something much more interesting.”
I lick my lips, thinking it’s just my luck that she’s shown up here. “Just grabbing a bottle myself.”
“Looks like you’re grabbing something, all right.” Her eyes twinkle, and I know I’ve been fucking busted.
Lexi turns away and bends over, her skirt riding way too fucking high up her thighs for my liking. She plucks the nearest bottle of wine from the bottom shelf before straightening. Spinning, she nails me with her intoxicating eyes, and that ridiculous caramel honey scent I love so damn much drowns me again.
“Kinky, Uncle Caleb.” She whispers the taunt.
Aroused anger bubbles inside me, and I grit out, “If you think that’s kinky, you’ve led a sheltered life, Brat.”
“Well, I’d love to stay and entertain you by showing you how much I know, but—” She stops abruptly, tugging on the door handle. “Wait, what the fuck?”