Chapters (41)
“How many times?” he whispers into my ear. His warm breath tickles my skin.
I don’t respond because I can’t. His hand is over my mouth still.
“Was this the first time you snuck out?” Does he mean out of the house or the property? Big difference. I go with property, so I nod.
“Was it for a boy?” These questions aren’t so black and white.
I shrug this time.
His grip on my wrists tightens, and I know my response has pissed him off. Why does he care if I went to have a makeout session with a boy? I understand being mad over my safety or whatever, but I’m not a promised bride, nor will I ever be one unless I was to offer myself as one. My brother would never ask that of me.
“Did he touch you?” he asks next. I swear I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, but maybe it’s my own. I shake my head. That’s when I realize something else besides our pounding hearts. He’s hard. His erection presses into me. I’d know the feel of a gun or the handle of a knife. What I’m feeling is all him.
I swipe my tongue across the palm of his hand as I lift my hips. Not that I get them to rise far with Gilly’s weight on top of me, but I get the reaction that I know I will because Gilly would never want my tongue on him. That would be a big no-no, and Gilly always follows all the rules.
He jerks his hand back, but to my surprise, he doesn’t leap off me.
I stay pinned under him.
“Don’t do that,” he grits out.
“Sneak out or lick you?”
“Carina,” he grates, warning in his tone.
I enjoy playing with fire, especially when it comes to Gilly. I don’t know what game he’s playing, or maybe it’s not a game at all. His cock being hard might merely be a man’s reaction to being pressed to a half-naked woman.
“Did you watch me undress, Uncle Gilly?” The uncle rolls right off my tongue. That hold he has on me tightens even more. It’s almost painful but in the most delicious of ways. “Did you enjoy the show? That why you’re all worked up?” I wrap my legs around him. He starts to speak, but I keep going. “Hope you enjoyed it, because that’s all you’ll ever get from me. You’ll never see me like that again,” I bite out. My anger finally gets the best of me.
Gilly doesn’t have that problem. He’s always the level-headed one. The rational one. Probably one of the reasons my brother is still alive to this day.
It’s also the reason Gilly will never be mine.