Say Uncle, page 1
SAY UNCLE
KI BRIGHTLY
M.D. GREGORY
Say Uncle © Ki Brightly and M.D. Gregory
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The Nomad
Hayes Snyder had no plans to return to New Gothenburg, but when a contract takes him there, his conscience drives him to visit his brother. Spending a night at a club is his way of unwinding after time on the road, and when he meets a bratty man who makes his toes curl, he’s impossible to resist, even if he will only be a distraction for a short time.
The Brat with Nothing to Lose
Beckett Snyder is bored and freshly single, and the moment he lays eyes on a tasty stranger in black leather, he knows what he wants. When they’re kicked out of a club for their public fun, he doesn’t expect to see the sexy man again, until Hayes walks through the front door of his childhood home. It turns out Hayes is the uncle he hasn’t seen since he was a small child, and he didn’t have any memories of him.
Irresistible Temptation
Hayes and Beckett know it’s taboo to continue building a relationship, but it’s hard for them to stay away from each other. Hayes’s time in the city is counting down and they choose to make the most of it, but Hayes’s job turns dangerous, and Beckett doesn’t know when to follow orders. Will Hayes have to leave Beckett behind for his own good, or will they be able to make this unusual relationship last?
NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS
This book contains consensual incest between an adult nephew and his uncle. All sexually active characters in this book are over the age of eighteen.
CONTENTS
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
Epilogue
The New Gothenburg World
The Vanheim World
1
BECKETT SNYDER
The first time I saw him, it was after I’d told Mike Hicks to go to hell. Well, I might’ve been much nastier than that, but Mike deserved it. The bastard cheated on me with two separate guys, and I found out through my sister. Briella isn’t even hooked into the good tea-spilling circles and she found out, so he wasn’t even worried about hiding it.
He got everything he deserved.
Because of my ex-boyfriend, I sat at a club alone tonight with a sense of jealousy, watching the rocking, muscular bodies of gorgeous men and women as they gyrated on the dance floor. I’d never been single for longer than a week since I was fifteen, and I wasn’t about to start now. I didn’t do well without a guy on my arm, even if it was a fucking-only relationship.
So, when my attention caught on the tasty man in leather with a dark beard and slate-black sunglasses, even though he was in a dim corner booth at Sinful, my interest was piqued. The multicolored lights from the dance floor flashed across his face, and he sat alone, nursing a beer.
After a moment of watching him, I realized he wasn’t solo after all—a blond guy surprised me as he rose from between his legs, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. It wasn’t hard to guess what he’d been doing between the hottie’s thighs, and it was exactly where I wanted to be, too.
I got up from my seat and stalked in their direction, my prey firmly in sight. He would be mine by the end of the night.
I saw the moment he noticed me heading toward him because he raised his chin and smirked, brushing the boy toy on his lap aside as if the guy was a worthless piece of junk. The blond sputtered and said something that made the tasty stranger laugh before he slunk away with an embarrassing erection.
I grinned and cocked my hip when I reached the hottie. I wasn’t exactly a twink, but I was young and good-looking with dimples on my cheeks—the ones on my face and my ass—and a head full of brown curls. I’d been called adorable more than once. “Hey.”
He got comfortable in the booth, spreading his arms across the back. Now that I was closer to him, I noticed the sparkling gray at his temples and sprinkled in the shaved sides of his hair. He wasn’t as young as I’d assumed, and I was perfectly okay with that. “Come sit on my lap, boy.”
A strange excitement bubbled in my stomach, a weird sensation I’d never quite felt. I wasn’t the type of guy who went after older dudes in general, but this one was pure fire, and I would happily park my ass on his lap—and ride his dick—if I got half a chance. This was something more than a regular hookup, though. The way he said boy and how he demanded compliance was new; there was no please, and it wasn’t a gentle request.
It was an order.
One I was happy to obey.
I slid into the booth beside him and flipped my leg over his lap so my knees were on either side of his thighs, chests together, and then I pressed tight against him as I rested my ass on his dick. His semi was still hanging out of his jeans zipper and nudged my asscheek. Glancing over my shoulder, I rose to my knees so I could get a good look at it—thick, juicy, cut, with a fat head. Everything I wanted. His wood had my mouth watering.
“Like what you see?” he growled in my ear, grasping my hips and slamming my ass back onto his crotch again. “Want to ride my cock, sweetheart?”
“I always want to ride dick.” To prove my point, I ground my ass down on him with a smirk. “How was the blowjob from Little Mister Pretty over there?” I nodded in the direction the other man had disappeared. His face had been familiar, a regular around this club. I’d been here enough to know who to avoid and who fucked like a champion, but this new guy. . . . My gaze slid down his chest, hidden beneath a black T-shirt. His thick leather jacket kept me from seeing the biceps and shoulders that rounded it out, but I imagined tattoos decorating his body. He was spectacular, even if he was older than I normally went for. It didn’t bother me that he was probably around my dad’s age because he was scruffy and delicious with pale lips and a strong jaw.
“It could’ve been better. Was going to take my chances of security noticing and fuck him right here, until I saw you.” His smirk teased me with promises of a good time. “Want to take his place?”
“Yes.” How quickly I agreed would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t so horny. My dick twitched in my tight jeans and I went from soft to hard as nails—I was ready for sex in seconds, but I’d always been that way. “Here and now?” I slid my tongue sensually over my bottom lip and touched my palm to his chest. He was muscular beneath my caress, all rock-hard strength, which had me shivering as I imagined him throwing me around and fucking me into oblivion. I loved a man who played rough, and this stranger looked like exactly that type of person. “I’m Beckett, by the way.”
“Hayes.”
I repeated his name, the sound rolling off my tongue. Yes, I liked it. It wasn’t one of those typical old names like Oscar or John. “That’s sexy.”
“My name?” He laughed and gripped my hips, and I ground down on him again.
My cock throbbed in my jeans and pressed insistently against the denim—I hadn’t bothered with underwear tonight, not when I wanted to get laid.
“Yeah.” I turned my head to brush my lips over his cheek above the line of his beard. “Sexy, like you.”
“How about you show me how sexy I am?” He reached into his jacket and pulled out two square packets. One was clearly lube, while the other was a condom. Excitement swirled in my stomach at the thought of him fucking me. It had been a week since I’d had my asshole stretched by a cock. A week. Too long.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I didn’t waste any time. All that was required was some wriggling and help by this leather-covered stranger, and then I had my pants low enough that his cock tapped against my bare ass.
I slammed my mouth against his, sucking on his lips eagerly as I snatched the packets out of his fingers. I tore at the lube, hungry for his cock and what I’d needed since I’d kicked Mike to the curb. Where we we
Which was true.
I coated my fingers with the lube and pressed the tips to my hole, pushing inside. My ass was a little loosened up already because I’d prepped earlier in the night. My plans involved getting fucked no matter what, and I wanted to be good to go. Getting myself ready for Hayes took almost no time at all. I grabbed the second packet from him and ripped it open with my teeth, then rolled the rubber onto his cock and stroked up the length with my forefinger while giving him a wink. The lube still on my fingers slicked him up.
“You ready for the ride of your life?” I teased.
His mouth curled in a lazy smirk and the lights reflected off his sunglasses. “Show me what you’ve got, sweet boy.”
My cheeks heated and I laughed quietly. I’d never had anyone call me that, and I loved it. My cock jerked and was already beading with precum at the slit. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, tugging lazily as I reached around and guided his cock to my hole. The stretch of his cockhead past my tight ring of muscle had me exhaling, and heated need swirled low in my stomach. My balls ached, and his cock inside me felt so fucking good already.
I wanted more.
I couldn’t wait and took him all in with one swift grind of my hips.
He hissed, and I watched, mesmerized, as his head fell back, exposing his muscular neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and I shot forward, sucking a rough kiss on the spot beside the bump. Between him being balls deep inside me and the taste of him, I was flying high, my cock throbbing. Mike wasn’t this big and he’d never made me feel this way.
I licked the place where I’d left teeth marks, and Hayes grabbed my waist. Surprise swamped me as he stood, his cock still buried deep inside me, and threw me on the table. There was no mercy in the way his nails dug into my hips. When he started thrusting it was brutal. I was nothing more than a toy for him to unload into, and the thought had my blood on fire.
He pounded into me, his cock managing to hit my prostate with each thrust. He knew how to angle himself for maximum impact, and between the sizzling pain of his fingernails digging in and the way he stretched my hole, I was in heaven. My balls drew closer to my body and I groaned, reaching out above my head. My hand accidentally hit an empty beer bottle and it went tumbling off the table. Pop! The container shattered on the floor, but all I could focus on was him and the way sweat gleamed on his skin under the lights that hit his face just right. He was a man possessed and I fucking loved it.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed security heading our way and laughed.
“We have company,” I said loudly, but he only grunted, and a few more thrusts was all it took before he bared his teeth in a very animalistic way, his body trembling. If this was his orgasm face, it was as perfect as the rest of him.
I jerked off, my hand working furiously on my hard-on until my balls hit their capacity, and I tensed. Cum shot from my slit, painting my nice green T-shirt with stripes. I moaned, whimpered, and let out any sound I could because I couldn’t remember coming so hard.
I’d never had sex like this—so fucking public.
I shivered as the bouncers reached us. A man with short dark hair and big brown eyes glared, while the other, much-wider bouncer grabbed Hayes’s arm.
Hayes glared at him. “Let go.”
“No sex allowed in this club,” the muscular bouncer said, scowling. His shaved head gleamed in the dancing lights. “Get dressed and get out of here. Both of you.”
I giggled; I couldn’t stop.
Hayes grunted and shook his arm out of the bouncer’s hold, and they continued to glare at each other as Hayes pulled his cock out of me—the tug of the head leaving my hole had me groaning. He took the condom off, tied it, and then stuffed it in his pocket before he wiped off on my shirt, and while I should’ve been horrified. . . I really wasn’t.
The younger man with dark hair yanked my arm, and I slid off the table and tripped over my jeans still bundled around my upper thighs.
“Hey, be careful with him,” Hayes snapped, yanking his pants up. He went to walk toward us, but the bald man stepped in his way. My belly warmed at how he’d come to my defense.
“Pants. Up,” the dark-haired bouncer said.
I rolled my eyes and did what he’d ordered, but as soon as I had my jeans around my hips, he dragged me across the dance floor. I didn’t even have a chance to see if Hayes was behind me. The bouncer physically pulled me to the front door and shoved me out into the humid summer air, and I nearly tripped over my feet. I spun around to tell him off, but the door was already closed, and the line of people waiting to get inside stared at me curiously.
I waved them off and zipped my jeans up, then went to wait beside a lamppost, hoping Hayes would come out, so I could get his number. Fifteen minutes later, though, he still hadn’t appeared. Maybe he was getting lectured or taken somewhere else.
I cursed Sinful for ruining this moment. I’d never had a fuck like Hayes.
My phone buzzed and I sighed, yanking it out of my pocket as I turned and headed down the sidewalk to a spot where it was less crowded, so I could catch an Uber. Dad’s name flashed on my screen, and I muttered “fuck” before I answered it.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?” Dad grunted out.
“Where do you think?” I rolled my eyes. I’d told him I was going out to get drunk, and it wasn’t unusual for me to be here at Sinful on a Friday night. With it being summer, partying was even better. Warm nights were the best kind for getting fucked. Unfortunately, after breaking up with Mike, I’d moved back in with my parents.
“I told you to be home at a reasonable time, Beck. You know what’s happening tomorrow.”
I frowned. Fuck, I couldn’t remember. “What?”
I started walking again and paused at the corner of Sinful to lean against the side of the building. The night was lit and people were out enjoying themselves.
“My brother’s visiting tomorrow. I haven’t seen him in over fifteen years. You were six when he was last here.” Dad huffed, then said quietly, “It’s fine, go back to sleep.” It sounded like he was talking to Mom.
“Oh shit.” I laughed. Dad might’ve mentioned it, but I either didn’t care or wasn’t listening. I was aware that Dad had a brother, but I didn’t know anything about him. He’d never been part of our lives. Dad always said his brother preferred traveling the country as a nomad, living day to day. He would pick a town or city and settle in as a handyman, but sometimes only a few months later he would send Dad another postcard with a new address. The second he was bored he pulled up stakes. It sounded fun, to be honest.
“Just get home.” Dad heaved a sigh. “He’ll be here early. Hayes never sleeps.”
The name jolted me. No. It couldn’t be him.
Fuck, what if it was? My mind whirled and I glanced back toward the entrance of Sinful, but he still hadn’t been shoved outside yet. Maybe he knew the owners or manager of the club or something.
“Beckett!” Dad’s shout startled me. “Home.”
“Yeah, sure.” I ended the call and stared at my phone. Could it be?
Fucking hell.
2
HAYES SNYDER
I was getting real sick of this dick’s attitude problem. He’d had me here for ten minutes wagging his jaw, and I was done. He ran a hand over his bare head and stared up at the ceiling.
“You can’t tell me you’ve never seen someone fuckin’ in this club.” As irritating as this was turning out to be, I was also having fun pushing this guy’s buttons. His eyebrows scrunched and his big nostrils flared—I was getting under his skin. Good. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I went to walk past him so I could go find the delightful piece of ass that had fallen into my lap.
