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“There are no buts,” I said. “Unless you like asses.”

She laughed, but I cringed at my own terrible joke.

“And do you like asses?” she asked.

Fuck me, I needed a cold shower. “Yes,” I answered in a tight voice, but truthfully. I’d always been honest with her, and I wasn’t going to stop now just because I was uncomfortable.

“How many times have you. .. you know?” Her eyes glittered.

Were we being this open? “Not as many times as you seem to think.”

“Do you have a number?”

Despite myself, a smile tickled the corners of my mouth. “Why do you want to know?”

She touched my cheek, and I jerked away. “What is it, Rafe?” When I glanced up at her, her expression was pure mischief.

“Are you asking me if I’ve had taken it in the ass?”

“Or given it?” She shrugged.

“Seriously, Adelina? This isn’t something you should?—”

“Afraid of the answer?” she pressed.

I growled and then snapped, “What about the mouth? The cunt?” I spat the word out between my lips, enunciating the two powerful syllables.

“I like that word too much,” she admitted.

“Own it.”

“I already own it.”

This was dangerous ground, but if we weren’t holding back, I was going to press her just as hard as she pressed me. “Say it aloud, Adelina.”

She hesitated.

The silence spread thick and heavy between us. I wanted to close the distance.

I pursed my lip, imagining kissing her. My hand already caressed my bulge. I hadn’t realized I had started touching myself. My body was reacting to her. To her word. To her every breath.

“Cunt,” she said finally in a rush of breath, as if she was still trying to feel out the word. Then, more confidently, she said it again with her chin held high. “Cunt.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Though I pushed her into saying it, it felt like lightning striking straight through my balls, my length growing thicker and heavier with every breath. Maybe my jeans were too tight at the moment but thank God for the barrier.

My niece was having some kind of sexual awakening, walking the line between crisis and desire, and here I was acting more like a teenage boy than I had in high school, college, or the military. And the object of my desire...

Why the fuck did we have to be related?I am a man. She is a woman. What’s so wrong about that?

So,somany things.

Time for a new topic. “The MC officers are coming tomorrow. For church.”

“Oh.” Her posture deflated, but her voice lifted in question when she asked, “Because of the cartel?”

“Yeah.” The pounding pulse in my ears and cock wouldn’t stop, even though I changed the subject.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.

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