Page 22 of Pump Fake

She nodded, and I took that as consent.

When she pointed at my shirt, I grabbed the back, pulled it off, and tossed it to the floor. Her fingers skimmed over my chest, exploring and causing my body to tighten from her featherlight touch. She drove me crazy.

“Is this okay? We can stop if you want.”Please don’t tell me to stop.

On her toes, her body pressed against mine, she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Shut up, and kiss me.”

That was all the permission I needed. The rest of our clothing landed in a pile, and we met in the middle of a frantic mess of hands and lips. Her skin was so soft, and the little mewling sounds she made drove me wild.

I lifted her and dipped under the spray of water. Then I turned so her back was against the shower wall, lined up, and pushed deep inside. Her body gripped mine tightly as I moved in and out. The glass surrounding us fogged. Our pace was slow and unhurried as we luxuriated in each other. Every caress and moan from her sweet body excited me, until I couldn’t take much more. I reached between our bodies and swirled my finger over her tight nub. She exploded in my arms, and I quickly followed her with a shout of my own.

My forehead fell against hers as the water pounded on my back, creating a cloud of steam around us. I grinned, and she laughed. The sound was so full of joy that my heart clenched. I wanted to stay buried in her forever. I was already getting hard again. Addictive. That was Brielle. One taste would never be enough.

“Uncle Ares?”

The muffled voice sent a jolt of alarm through me, and Brielle’s face drained of color.

Her legs slid down my body. “Is that Preston?” she whisper-shouted.

I couldn’t remember if I’d kicked the door to my bedroom shut or not. “Just a sec, P. Wait there.”

I twisted the knobs, and the water shut off. We separated, and I shivered at the loss of her heat surrounding me. I wanted back inside her badly, but it wasn’t the time. One foot on the floor mat, I stretched to grab two towels. I gave her one and quickly dried myself with the other. Then I jammed my legs in my boxers and shorts, not bothering with a shirt.

I turned to Brielle and whispered, “Stay here. I’ll be a minute.”

The door to my room was shut, which was the one good thing going into the fucked-up situation. I slipped out with care so as not to allow a damning glimpse into my room or of Brielle. Preston stood in the kitchen, shoving chips into his mouth and making an unholy mess.

“Uncle Ares.” He slurred around a mouthful of Doritos. “S-cool that I crash here?”

“You’ve been drinking.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. It wasn’t uncommon, and I wasn’t overly surprised, but I thought we’d ironed out a few things the last time we’d talked.

“Yeah, but s-no big deal.” He grinned, his eyes glazed.

“It’s a big fucking deal, P. I thought you were going to do better.”

He shrugged and almost lost his balance but grabbed onto the island at the last minute. “I am. I came here ’nstead of going home. Less worry.”

“Who were you with tonight?”

“Davis and Cody. Cody’s brother’s older, and we got into his sweet stash.”

“Here’s the deal.” I leaned forward and got in his face. “You can stay here, and I won’t say anything about it to your nana, but this won’t happen again. Davis and Cody are a thing of thepast. You’ll hang with your old friends—the ones who don’t get drunk on a Monday night and cut up in class. You got me?”

“Eh. Whatever. Hey.” A chip fell unnoticed from his mouth. “I heard about your sex tape—super cool, man. Davis tried to find it but couldn’t. I wasn’t going to watch, ’cause—you know—it’s you, and that’d be weird.”

So fucking weird. My stomach clenched, and I wanted to slap a hand over my nephew’s mouth. He was talking so loudly that I had no doubt Brielle could hear. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” It was entirely possible my drunk-off-his-ass nephew wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning.

I ushered him to the couch after getting him some aspirin and water. Turning the TV on quiet, I hoped it would be enough of a distraction that he wouldn’t try to find me again. I stayed in the kitchen while he got comfortable, his bloodshot eyes fixating on the sitcom I’d found. I texted Mom that Preston was crashing with me and not to worry. I would send him home before school so he could get ready.

When I was confident Preston would remain where I’d left him, I returned to my room and locked the door behind me. Brielle shot out of the bathroom, dressed but missing her shirt, as it was soaking wet.

“Is he gone?” Panic pulled her eyes wide.

“No, but he’ll be asleep soon.”

“God, Ares. What the hell will I do?” She paced before me, one hand clutching the towel, the other jammed into her wild honey-blond hair. “If he finds out about me and you, I’ll never live it down. I thought it was bad before. What if the headmaster or the other teachers hear about me sleeping with a student’s family member? I need this job. I’m screwed.”

I pulled her into my arms, and she went willingly, clinging to me as if I were her lifeline. I hated to admit it, but I liked how it made me feel.

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