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  Dirty Uncle

  by

  Alexa Riley and Jessa Kane

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Contents

  Dirty Uncle

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Her 2 Protectors

  Prologue

  More from Jessa Kane

  My New Step-Dad

  Chapter 1

  Also by Alexa Riley

  Stalk the Author

  Dirty Uncle

  by Alexa Riley

  Rex spends a lot of time on king crab fishing boats. So much time that he can’t remember the last time he felt the warmth of a woman. So when his barely legal, half-naked niece lands in his lap, he can’t seem to control himself.

  Clara is old enough to make her own decisions, and she’s decided she wants her step-uncle Rex. He’s big and dirty, but tell that to her aching body.

  Warning: When Jessa and Alexa team up you know it’s going to be terrible. Turn down the lights and grab some fresh batteries. This one is straight filth!

  For Maya…

  you filthy, filthy woman

  Love,

  AR and JK

  Chapter One

  Clara

  All my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to feel protected. Safe.

  You know, that feeling you get burrowing into a mountain of blankets on Christmas morning, surrounded by the soft glow of white lights? I get that same exact sensation when I walk out onto the back patio and see Rex for the first time.

  I know it’s him, because he’s the only person at the anniversary party I don’t recognize. My stepfather hates Rex, his brother, and probably only invited him to show off the new house. It’s obvious now why my mother’s husband of one year can’t stand his sibling—Rex is everything he isn’t.

  Rex is almost too male with his weathered face and unkempt beard. I’ve heard stories of the Alaskan king crab fisherman who now stands silhouetted by the night sky. My stepfather calls him reckless for fishing on those dangerous waters, but that boldness clings to him, makes him look twice as capable as any regular man. The buttons of the flannel shirt he’s wearing barely contain his thick masculine bulk—muscled and meaty and…God, is that black hair curling through some of the openings between buttons?

  My thighs clench together all on their own and I gasp, because I’ve never felt that tug between my legs before. It’s a warm, melting twist that doesn’t end, only gets more intense as Rex puffs on a short cigar, releasing a steady stream of smoke toward the ebbing sunset.

  This man is strange to me. We haven’t even been properly introduced. But something draws me closer. A promise of safety, which doesn’t make any sense considering we haven’t exchanged a word. Maybe it’s his huge hands or the thighs that look so sturdy I could jump on them like a trampoline and he wouldn’t notice. My nipples grow stiff at the idea of touching him. What is happening to me?

  Out of everyone, my step-uncle had to make me feel this way?

  Although…surely it can’t hurt to talk to him. My body is probably just confused. It’s reacting to what it wants most—safety—and uncles are supposed to make you feel safe, right?

  Remembering my manners, I cross the patio with my hand extended for a shake. “Hello, nice to meet you, my name is—”

  My toe catches on a brick and I go flying.

  You see, this is why safety appeals to me so much. I’m a disaster. A walking, talking disaster that should be wrapped in bubble wrap or kept indoors. Ever since I was a toddler, I have found my way into messes, scrapes and broken bones. I don’t mean to—honestly. My mother says God forgot to give me balance. Isn’t that terribly sad? It’s hard not to believe her some days, though.

  Especially now, when I’m about to hit the patio and probably sprain a wrist—again—or earn a gash on my chin. But no…

  Rex catches me.

  And when I look up into his ogre-style frown? Angels. They start singing.

  “What in the good goddamn is wrong with you, girl?”

  His voice. It’s ashes and soot. A rusted gate swinging open. It shouldn’t make me feel as though I’ve landed on a fluffy cloud sent from heaven, but it does. Wow. “God didn’t give me any balance. Isn’t that terrible?” I whisper. “I save loose change in a jar so I can go to Paris one day and see the Eiffel Tower, but I keep having to cash it in for Band-Aids.”

  In my flushed and flustered state, my words have come out in a high-pitched jumble, but he still seems to comprehend all right. I think. Those narrowed eyes are sweeping over me and lingering in my sensitive places, a tick-tock beginning in his cheek. “When I asked what was wrong with you, I meant you shouldn’t be out here in the cold wearing nothing but pajamas.”

  “This is a dress, silly.”

  He gives a low grunt and when he speaks again, his voice has dropped to a scraping baritone. “Ain’t like no dress I’ve seen.”

  Oh God. He thinks I’m sexy, doesn’t he? Boys have asked me out before and I’ve even gone on a few movie dates. Having them stare at my boobs never felt like this, though. As if I’m seconds from being carried off into the shadows. I should tell him who I am. Right this very second. But he would stop holding me if I did that. I’m not even sure he realizes I’m still locked in his arms, my side pressed against his hard, unmovable body. “It’s my favorite color,” I say, instead of the right thing. “That’s why I bought it.”

  “Pink, huh?” Those eyes trace down lower, where the hem of my dress brushes my upper thighs. “Sweet baby pink.”

  I squeeze—squeeze—my legs together. It’s like going over the steep drop of a roller coaster. “I lied.” I lean up to whisper against his ear. “They are pajamas.”

  There’s a harsh rasp in his throat—and then my world tilts. Rex turns my body and jerks me up against him, leaving my tiptoes scraping on the brick, my breasts plumped where they meet his chest. “You eighteen?”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  His hips tilt and his big penis presses into my stomach, a long groan leaving his mouth. “That ain’t another lie, is it?”

  “No, sir.”

  “If you’re at this party with your daddy or a husband, best tell me now.”

  Technically, the man inside isn’t my father—not by birth, anyway—and I’m definitely not married. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I’m being a little dishonest not clarifying who I am, but I’m too excited to find out what happens next. Tingles are racing up and down my back, sliding up my thighs, making my breasts feel heavy. More.
I need more. “I’m not here with a daddy or a husband.” I wet my lips and feel his flesh jerk between us. “Why d-do you want to know?”

  With a slow headshake, his hands travel to my backside and mold it roughly. “I’ve been on the boat for months, nursing my own hand. Now some cute little thing lands in my lap, trying to flirt the come straight up my cock.” He lifts me higher and seats me on top of his erection, bouncing me on it with a hard thrust. “I’m fitting to send you back to the party with smeared lipstick, girl.”

  Chapter Two

  Rex

  And here I thought this party was going to suck.

  Couldn’t believe my damn eyes when this little fuck princess came toward me in the backyard, wobbling around in her sparkly high heels. I figured she was coming to tell me I couldn’t smoke in this rich, uppity neighborhood. She fell into my arms instead, beaming up at me like I was her lord and savior when I caught her. Kind of messed me up in the chest area, if I’m being truthful. Maybe she’s blind and that’s why she tripped? Because I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor. I’m the enemy that enters battle with blood in his beard. Least that’s the reaction I normally get from women. Wariness or…the desire to give me a haircut.

  Not this one, though. This doe-eyed brunette with titties like a jerk-off magazine centerfold has both legs wrapped around me, her sexy lips parted with excitement. Christ. She’s going to let me fuck her in my brother’s backyard, ain’t she?

  The reminder of why I’m really here is an unwelcome one. I don’t want to think about my asshole brother or why I continue to feel obligated to maintain some kind of relationship, good or bad. It’s the guilt that keeps me calling on holidays. Guilt that had me finally accepting an email invitation to help celebrate his amazing life, free of the family that dragged him down. Me.

  Don’t want to think of that, though. I only want to think about the sweet little knockout in my arms and getting my first decent nut in months. Hell, she’s going to be my best nut, period, the end, and that’s reason enough to give responsibility the middle finger and find a place where I can get my hurting cock inside of her. I need her.

  “I think…” She glances back over her shoulder. “I think there might be a pool house…”

  Without waiting for her to finish, I start in that direction, figuring if she’s friends with my brother and his wife, she must have been here before, for pool parties or whatever the hell rich folks get up to. Not that I don’t make a damn mint myself trapping crabs, but I sure as shit don’t act stuffy about it, throwing soirées and the like. “You wear a bathing suit around men and ain’t nobody locked you down. How the hell is that?”

  “At the last pool party, I slipped on the diving board—on my first dive—and had to be taken to the emergency room for stitches.” She lays her head on my shoulder and I get hit with another weird chest squeeze. Lord, I feel like a thug kidnapping the princess from her tower. “People stay away so they don’t get sucked into my vortex of doom.”

  “Ah, now.” I give her back an awkward rub. “The men around here must be pussies. I’d walk through a damn inferno just to see you topless.”

  She gasps and gives me those heart-in-her-throat eyes again. “You would?”

  “Yeah.” For the first time in my life, possessiveness rises up in my throat and digs in with steel claws. Jesus, it turns me inside out while I’m looking down into her beautiful, trusting face. She trusts me. I can’t let her regret it. I can’t let her look at any other man this way—ever. The very thought almost sends me into a goddamn rage. “Other men don’t get to look no more. Soon as I’ve made use of that baby girl mouth, it don’t say no one else’s name but mine. Soon as I’ve worked that pussy into a lather, you keep it wrapped up in a fucking bow for me. You hear me, girl?”

  I don’t know where I get the nerve, telling this sweet, beautiful angel that she’s mine, only that I have no choice. If anyone else touches her from now until I die, my world is going to burn down around me.

  “Yes, I hear you,” she breathes, staring at my mouth. “H-how are you going to mess up my lipstick?”

  We reach the small bamboo pool house and I walk us inside, kicking the door shut behind me. I set her down, chuckling to myself when she almost trips again, then I whip the silky pink nothing over her head, throwing it aside. Damn the near-darkness, because I can barely see her tits and lack of hair between her legs, but she’s incredible enough in the muted light to make me feel like a neglected animal. That’s what I am, I realize. That’s what I’ve been without her. “I’ve been on the boat, girl. My dick is pounding like a motherfucker.” I reach down and unzip, gripping my cock and presenting it to her. “If I kiss that pretty mouth, I’ll be fucking you to kingdom come before you can bat those eyelashes.” I stroke my cock and her chin drops. “Why don’t you give this a little kiss now? Soon as my balls ain’t so full, our tongues can play together.”

  I fight the urge to pinch myself when she lowers to her knees and crawls forward, a lock of dark hair falling forward to cover one eye. In my thirty-four years, I’ve never seen anything so sexy, so beautiful. So mine. “I’ve heard other girls talking about doing this.” Her breath is on my cock now. She’s that close. “You don’t really want a kiss here. You want to put it all the way into my mouth, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Want to wrap your hair around my fists and…”

  “Tell me,” she murmurs. “You can say anything to me.”

  “Dammit,” I grind out. “I just want to rape your little throat, girl.” Come beads on the tip of my dick, saying it out loud. “You telling me I’m your first man? First suck?”

  She nods solemnly.

  My teeth bare themselves in the darkness, pride puffing my chest. By some miracle this girl has been kept untouched for me. I should be carrying her to a soft bed and feeding her fucking grapes or some shit, but I’m too horny and she’s looking at my cock like it’s an ice-cream sundae. Later. Later I’ll treat her like a goddamn queen. Ice her sore pussy and rub her down with lotion. “Don’t be shy. Wrap a hand around it and feel. It’s full to bursting.”

  Apparently she was waiting to be urged, because the gruff invitation sends her forward. She licks the semen from my tip, her eyes closed on a whimper. I’ve barely recovered from that before she’s got those pouty lips stretched around my cock and she’s sucking like her life depends on it. My load almost blows then and there. Jesus Christ, it’s clear she’s never given a suck job before, but Lord help me, that’s what makes my balls harden to boulders. I must have done something right in my life, because I’ve got a naked, dick-starved virgin kneeling in front of me, pumping her mouth up and down so fast, her tits bounce with the effort.

  “Fuuuuuuck. Took you for a good girl at first. Maybe you are, but you’ve got a bad seed planted between your thighs, don’t you?” I slide my fingers into her hair and roll my hips toward her enthusiastic mouth. “Yeah, the devil created your pussy, girl. Made it bare and eager for fuckin’ and God kept it safe so no one would touch it until I found you. Didn’t he?”

  She gives me a yes with her eyes and I growl, tightening up my stomach to keep from going off. It’s a losing battle, though. I’ve never fucked a sweeter mouth. Never had a girl this perfect want me, let alone blow me like I’m a king. No way I can prevent what’s coming. My balls are practically in my throat, they’re hauled up so tight. Her hands are jerking me off in time with her sucks now. She’s making these horny little sounds, her thighs moving around like she’s long overdue for a cock. And it’s going to be mine claiming that pussy, soon as I get rid of this edge I’ve been building up. I’ll be hard again in seconds for this girl. “Shit. Here it comes. Here it—”

  The pool house door opens, spilling light across the room.

  There stands my brother, a look of outrage on his face. “What the hell is going on here? You’re a sick pervert.”

  Pervert? My girl makes a startled mewling sound and it tingles my dick, right down to the root. And I keep right on
thrusting into her little mouth, because I have no choice. Pleasure has me by the balls, forcing me to keep going. So good. It’s too good.

  “Stop this now!” thunders my brother. “She’s your niece!”

  Niece. When he says it, liquid fire is already shooting up the stalk of my flesh and there isn’t a damn thing in the world I can do about it. I pull her face flush with my lap and hit the resistance of her throat, listening as she happily chokes down my come, wave after wave. I bellow my relief into the small pool house, lights flickering in front of my vision, the orgasm ripping through me. Best one of my life by a hundred miles. I haven’t even been living until now.

  When it’s over, though? When my brother is staring at me like I’m a monster and my niece’s lies replay one by one? That’s when I get good and pissed.

  Chapter Three

  Clara

  Uh oh. I’m in big trouble now.

  My stepfather storms toward me and I curl into myself—but when I expect him to grab me by the arm and drag me back to the main house…nothing happens.

  I open my eyes to find Rex blocking his path, hands fisted at his sides.

  Inside my chest, my heart bursts into a shower of confetti. Does that mean Rex still wants me? Please let him still want me. The last twenty minutes have been the best ones of my—admittedly short—life. No one has ever made me feel so safe and secure. Possessed. No one has ever caught me before I hit the floor, either. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve prayed for…something. I wasn’t sure what it was. A person? A thing? All I knew was the feeling it would give me. A sense of belonging. That’s what Rex gave me for the last twenty glorious minutes. I belonged to him. And he wasn’t going to cast me aside for being clumsy or a little bit crazy once in a while.