Say Uncle(5)

“Trying to get away from me?” I asked.

“I thought you stopped to talk to the stewardess. Besides, it was a nice conversation, but that’s all it was,” she said.

I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her close to me before she could refuse. “Babe, you shake when I touch you. I know it’s only because you’ve got a supposed boyfriend that you’re running from me, but something about you refuses to let that get in my way.” I looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m going to kiss you, now,” I whispered before my mouth slowly closed the gap. Heavenly. She was definitely an angel. The kiss was better than any other that came before it. I growled and pulled away.

“Stop that. I have a boyfriend,” she said with no conviction, so I disregarded it.

“Babe, where are you staying?” I asked with my hands still wrapped around her slender waist.

“On the strip,” she whispered hungrily, eying my mouth, so I gave her another little taste.

I pulled back and raised my brows. “Where?”

“The Mirage. You?” she answered dazedly.

“The same. Let’s catch a cab together,” I ordered.

“I have a boyfriend,” she reminded me.

But like I told her before, it didn’t matter to me. “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me other than I have to get you to forget him.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she murmured as I let her go to grab our luggage.

“But you’re still coming with me,” I reminded her.

“Well, you’ve got my suitcase.”

“I guess I do. Now come, my Angel,” I said as I grabbed her hand and tugged her out to the taxis.

“The Mirage, please,” I told the driver as I helped her in and sat beside her. The driver loaded our luggage in the trunk while I just drank in her body. She was sexy as hell, and I wanted to part those thighs and let her ride me all the way to the hotel. He started to drive into Vegas traffic, immediately bringing me back to from fantasy fun land.

“So are you thinking of breaking your mom and her latest dupe up? You think if he sees that her daughter looks like a goth chick, he’ll walk away?” I asked as I scooted her closer to me in the cab.

“I don’t look like a goth chick. The guy next to me at the carousel didn’t think so,” she said with attitude. I get that I pissed her off, but she was playing tit for tat.

“Did he say something to you before I got there?” I knew he did, but I wanted to see if she’d tell me.

“Yes, he asked me what I was doing tonight,” she admitted.

“What did you tell him?” I asked jealously.

She just brushed off my grizzly attitude and said, “That I was busy tonight, but I might see him around.”

“What the fuck? I thought you had a boyfriend?” I snarled.

Again, dismissively, she responded, “I didn’t say I would go out with him. This isn’t my first time to Vegas. I grew up here. It’s smaller than you think. I don’t know how often I’ve run into the same people over and over again.”

“He’s going to think you want him,” I hissed.

“Whatever. I have a boyfriend. I’m not available to anyone,” she said, warning me off like she wasn’t giving me all the other signals beckoning me to her.

“We’ll see.”

She just shook her pretty little head at me. The taxi dropped us off in front. I had my hand on the back of her waist. She only flinched when I placed my hand on the small of her back. Boyfriend, my ass. I slid the back of her shirt up and caressed the bared flesh as we walked. She wanted me more than she was willing to admit. I’d make her forget that she ever knew him or any other lover before.





Chapter 3


We’d just got our keys when I turned around, and there was my brother walking with a bleached-blonde bimbo. The skank looked scared, but it wasn’t me that scared her, but my Angel.

“What are you doing here?” The look she gave her said “pretend I’m not your mother,” but I saved my girl from outing her mother.

“So you two got married already?” I roared at my brother while looking at his vulture wife. She was the epitome of everything I could imagine she would be.

“Well, we didn’t want to wait,” he guiltily replied.

“Didn’t want to wait? You two don’t even know each other. You told me last night that you were marrying this weekend. Please tell me you got a pre-nup.” I didn’t care if she was insulted or not. I wasn’t going to back down from my opinion about the tramp.

The trashy stripper looked at me with disgust, like she was a fucking prize. She huffed, then said, “So this is your brother?” She didn’t like me. Oh how devastated I was! I gave her a mocking sneer before she added, “Come on, Ted. Let’s go.”