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Despite the eyes on us, I can’t help moving closer, trying to count the sparkles on her eyelids. “You know Ishouldn’t.”
“You saved my night.” Her skirt brushes my legs and my dick turns to swollen, hanging meat. “You made everything better and I just want to say thankyou.”
“Say it now,” I grit out. “Wordsonly.”
She shakes her head, mischief shining in her eyes. “See you later, UncleRex.”
I have to untuck my shirt to cover my vicious cockstand, just so I can return to my seat. Everyone watches me curiously as the music starts once again, but as soon as Clara takes the stage, I see nothing but her, encased in glowing whitelight.
My life has been nothing but grit. Ropes, crab traps, icy death, danger. Before I started my career crabbing, I bounced at biker bars where I witnessed the shitty side of humanity on a regular basis. Ugly. All I’ve seen is ugliness. All I’ve heard is anger and cynicism. But watching Clara float around the stage like an angel, all the hardness inside me crumbles. Dear God, who knew this kind of beautyexisted?
I know I should leave now, because there’s more here than inappropriate lust for something I can’t have. There’s…more. I want her smiles. Her trust. I want to scare off people who are mean to her. Tuck her into my arms at night. But none of that is possible, so I need to leave. Do my best to put Clara out of mymind.
But I remain glued to the seat, knowing—knowing—I’ll be staying after to get her thankyou.
Chapter Five
Clara
I’m standingoutside the auditorium and I don’t see Rex. Did heleave?
My heart sinks into my stomach at the possibility. I came on too strong backstage, didn’t I? God, he must think I’m a sex-starved lunatic. I practically begged him to climb on top of me in front of everyone. What is wrong withme?
It’s just that the sight of him makes everything south of my belly button feel…wobbly and ticklish. I get wet and flushed and my skin turns so sensitive, I want to scream. Once, I snuck a romance novel out of my mother’s nightstand just to read the sex scenes and I found it ridiculous. No way could a person lose control of their body in such a way. Oh, I was so wrong. When I see his hearty shoulders and that chest hair curling around the top of his shirt, my thighs spreadthemselves.
He always looks so mad—so irritable—but his words are like blankets straight from the dryer. As soon as he stomped backstage, looking like an avenging lumberjack, my blood sighed with safety.Here he is. I’m finenow.
But I probably scared him off, all but promisingnotto behave. As if being his step-niece isn’t enough to keep us separated, there’s something in his past—something involving my stepfather—that is making him twice as adamant to stay away. I wish I knew what itwas—
“Clara.”
I whip around to find Rex standing in the shadows, down the stairs and to the right of the entrance, puffing on his cigar. When he puts it out with a twist of his boot, my belly cinches inward, my heart clattering like tin cans tied to a back bumper. I don’t want to question my instincts. I just want to follow them. Needing to be in his reassuring presence, I fly down the stairs, make a quick turn and take a flying leap into his arms. My legs twine around his waist in full view of everyone still filing out of the auditorium—and I guess that’s why Uncle Rex gives a low, punctuated grunt and walks us around the side of thebuilding.
“Girl, you areaskingfortrouble.”
“You stayed.” I snuggle my face into his beard. “Does that mean you’re asking for it,too?”
“No.” Even as he makes the denial, his hands inch up my thighs, toward my backside. “Just wanted to tell you…I ain’t never seen anything like you. Up there. You move like some kind ofangel.”
I’ve had instructors encourage me or give positive feedback, but my parents seemed to enjoy my dancing because it kept me out of the house. They’ve nodded their approval and paid the tuition, but I’ve never gotten this kind of praise from someone who matters. And never, ever so honest. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I’m going to kiss you now, UncleRex.”
He shakes his head. “No, girl.No.”
Voices reach me from the nearby parking lot. “If you’re afraid of people seeing, you could bring me somewhere.” I curl my fingers in his shirt collar and climb higher on his hips. “I’ll kiss you downthereagain, too. I’ll suck and play and do anything youwant.”
His guttural groan hurts my eardrum. “Fuck.”
“That, too,” I whisper against his ear. “Is that what we would have done in the pool house, if we hadn’t gottencaught?”
“Five minutes later and my brother would have walked in and found me dripping in virgin blood.” He moves us further into the building’s shadow, his hands finally finding my bottom and punishing it. “Feels like it’s mine to take, but it ain’t.” His teeth press into my cheek. Hard. “But I’ll still kill any motherfucker for eventhinkingabout taking it. It don’t make nosense.”
“Yes, it does,” I moan as he presses me back against the building, his bulk wedging between my legs. “We didn’t ask for your brother and my mom to get married. It’s not ourfault.”
“Stop. Stop trying to talk me into this.” He thrusts hard into the cradle of my thighs, his groan splitting the night air. “It’s wrong, Clara. It’swrong.”
Hump hump hump.Each one harder than the last. His mouth finds mine and we’re ravenous. His beard is coarse on my cheeks and chin, his tongue smooth and smoky as it licks against mine. Again and again. I need no interpretation to know his growl means “open wider.” I just do it. I open my mouth as much as I can, letting him invade it. Letting him pump me hard into the wall, my legs shaking with the force on either side ofhim.
“Hell, I knew it,” he rasps, kneading my backside, then holding it steady to receive his thrust. “Knew you’d be a good little fuck princess. Can’t help but please me, can you? Can’t help but spread everything open for Uncle’suse.”
