Page 7 of Pretend I'm Yours
“Guilty,” she says, color rising high on her cheeks.
Looking at the screen, I say, “Hey, Declan.”
Declan’s expression softens with a grin, his broad chest bare and golden. He can’t stay mad at us for long. It’s one of the many things I love about him. “It’s good to see you, Kason.”
He has no idea how good it is for me to see him, too. My cock involuntarily lengthens against Corinne’s sweet ass when Declan leans back in bed, one bulky arm up, his elbow bent to cushion his head against his wooden headboard.
I know that headboard all too well after sharing an apartment with him before I took the job out west, and he moved into a one-bedroom place by himself. I spent plenty of nights in his bed when we’d stay up late watching TV, and I’d fall asleep in his room, waking up wound around him. Each time, I’d scuttle out of his room before he’d have a chance to wake up and freak out that his best friend’s dick was pressed against his ass.
Freaked me out, too, since I’d never responded to any of my other friends like that.
“When you get home, young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do,” Declan says to Corinne.
I nod, drawing my brows together in a serious manner. “What are you thinking? Should we ground her for a year for sneaking out this late at night?”
Corinne lets out a huff.
Declan considers it and says, “I think you might be onto something. But we ought to make it five years.”
“Nah, let’s make it ten.” I chuckle. “Plus a few good spankings ‘til she apologizes for being naughty.”
“Uncle Kason!” Corinne says, shocked.
I’m just as surprised that those words came out of my mouth unbidden, as is Declan, and he sucks in his suddenly pinkening cheeks.
“I gotta go. See you when you get home,” he says to Corinne, abruptly ending the call.
If Corinne weren’t squirming on my lap, twisting sideways to stare at me questioningly, my cock would deflate at Declan’s evident discomfort. As it is, my blood continues to rush south with Corinne halfway straddling me.
“I didn’t mean that,” I say quickly. “I was just, uh, poking fun. Playing around.”
Corinne’s eyes are hooded, and her tits rise when she takes a deep breath. “That’s a shame.”
“It is?” I drop my hands to her waist, pulling her closer.
She lowers her voice to a sultry whisper. “Though I think it will take more than a few spankings to get me to apologize.”
“That sounds like a challenge, naughty girl.” I flip her over onto the cushion on her stomach, shove the bottom of her shirt midway up her back, and bring my palm down on her right asscheek.
She arches her back with a squeal. “Uncle Kason!”
I tut and twist my body, my left knee on the cushion to the side of her thigh, my right foot braced on the floor. “That didn’t sound like an apology to me.”
She kicks her feet when I spank her ass again. “Oh my god, Uncle Kason!”
I plant my left hand over her shoulder, the underside of my dick dangerously close to sliding along her crack since her shorts are so tight, molded to the hills and valleys of her rear end. “Try again.”
Corinne laughs. “Never!”
“Then you’ve got what’s coming to you, hon.”
Corinne gasps when I grip the middle of her waistband with both hands and sharply tug her shorts down beneath her bare asscheeks, plumping them up higher. They’re so juicy, I could just sink my teeth into her flesh.
Fuck!I launch myself off my niece when a key turns in the lock on the front door.
With another gasp, one of alarm this time, Corinne scrambles off the couch, yanking her shorts up and her shirt down.
Arjun stops short, his head tilted to the side, processing what he’s walked in on. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says to Corinne, tossing his car keys onto the card table with a rattle, quickly sliding his dark brown gaze to me and away.
