But being here in this big house would be totally different." She flashed him a wide, toothy grin and Vincent felt his heart melt. "I'll feel safer with you around."
There was only one big problem when it came to Adelina - she had full control of his emotions, and he didn't know what to do about it. He knew it was wrong. He had spent many a night trying to convince himself that Adelina was off limits. Way, way off limits. He told himself that fact at least ten times a day when his mind would wander to her curves and delectable lips.
But there she was, sitting across the table from him in a tight white tank top and little cut off shorts. How could he resist her when she put every other woman he met to shame? Every inch of her lithe body was so supple and gorgeous, and it took all of his strength to not eye fuck her right there in front of her parents. Her big baby blue eyes were only making it worse, so he dropped his gaze back to his coffee cup.
"No problem. Happy to help," he mumbled, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him and his perverted thoughts.
He didn't know when his infatuation had begun. For years Adelina had just been the outgoing, playful kid of his best friend. Then she had turned eighteen, and almost overnight had blossomed into a dream doll. Cute butt, firms tits, legs for days, and a pouty little smile that made Vincent's cock rock hard whenever he saw it. His infatuation had sprung up from nowhere, and nothing seemed to shake it. Not even her going off to college had lessened his lust; if anything, she had only returned even more delectable than ever.
And it was wrong. So wrong.
She still called him Uncle V, for fucks sake. She saw him as a member of the family - an older man she looked up to and admired. He knew it would be unforgivable to take advantage of that or to claim her as his own. So he just stuffed down his feelings as best he could and tried to act normal.
It wasn't like Vincent didn't get attention from women his own age. He had half the ladies at his gym circling him like hawks, wanting to catch his attention. He had broad shoulders, peppered hair, and a chiseled face - everything that could get him any lady he wanted. The problem was that the only one he wanted, and perhaps would ever want again, was the innocent looking woman sitting across from him.
"Thanks, man. I owe you a pack of beer for this. I just hope it's not a hassle," Rick said, slapping Vincent on the back affectionately and breaking his train of thought.
"No trouble at all."
Vincent snuck a quick look across the table, where Adelina was wiping up extra syrup with her hand. She got a great big glob of stickiness on the tip of her finger, then stuck it into her mouth. She made a little moan of happiness as she sucked, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
"Well, I had better get back to my house. Lots of chores to do," he said stiffly, quickly standing up.
He grabbed his baseball cap off of the counter and used it to camouflage the hard-on that was threatening to burst through his shorts. Seeing Adelina sucking on her perfect little fingers had made his cock go into Def Con 1, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold things together.
"So soon, Uncle V? I thought you were going to stay and hang out by the pool with us," Adelina said, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
"I just remembered I have a bunch of woodworking orders I have to finish up. But don't worry; I'll be around to see you soon." He turned to smile stiffly at Rick. "When do you guys head out?"
"Wednesday morning, so maybe you could pop by that afternoon?"
"No problem." He nodded his head at Maddy and Adelina. "Having a wonderful rest of the day, ladies."
Then he booked it out of the house as fast as he could. He drove like a bat out of hell all the way home, and hardly dared to breathe until he was across town, locked safely away in his living room. Only once he had slumped down into his favorite chair did he dare let out the tension that had
There was only one big problem when it came to Adelina - she had full control of his emotions, and he didn't know what to do about it. He knew it was wrong. He had spent many a night trying to convince himself that Adelina was off limits. Way, way off limits. He told himself that fact at least ten times a day when his mind would wander to her curves and delectable lips.
But there she was, sitting across the table from him in a tight white tank top and little cut off shorts. How could he resist her when she put every other woman he met to shame? Every inch of her lithe body was so supple and gorgeous, and it took all of his strength to not eye fuck her right there in front of her parents. Her big baby blue eyes were only making it worse, so he dropped his gaze back to his coffee cup.
"No problem. Happy to help," he mumbled, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him and his perverted thoughts.
He didn't know when his infatuation had begun. For years Adelina had just been the outgoing, playful kid of his best friend. Then she had turned eighteen, and almost overnight had blossomed into a dream doll. Cute butt, firms tits, legs for days, and a pouty little smile that made Vincent's cock rock hard whenever he saw it. His infatuation had sprung up from nowhere, and nothing seemed to shake it. Not even her going off to college had lessened his lust; if anything, she had only returned even more delectable than ever.
And it was wrong. So wrong.
She still called him Uncle V, for fucks sake. She saw him as a member of the family - an older man she looked up to and admired. He knew it would be unforgivable to take advantage of that or to claim her as his own. So he just stuffed down his feelings as best he could and tried to act normal.
It wasn't like Vincent didn't get attention from women his own age. He had half the ladies at his gym circling him like hawks, wanting to catch his attention. He had broad shoulders, peppered hair, and a chiseled face - everything that could get him any lady he wanted. The problem was that the only one he wanted, and perhaps would ever want again, was the innocent looking woman sitting across from him.
"Thanks, man. I owe you a pack of beer for this. I just hope it's not a hassle," Rick said, slapping Vincent on the back affectionately and breaking his train of thought.
"No trouble at all."
Vincent snuck a quick look across the table, where Adelina was wiping up extra syrup with her hand. She got a great big glob of stickiness on the tip of her finger, then stuck it into her mouth. She made a little moan of happiness as she sucked, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
"Well, I had better get back to my house. Lots of chores to do," he said stiffly, quickly standing up.
He grabbed his baseball cap off of the counter and used it to camouflage the hard-on that was threatening to burst through his shorts. Seeing Adelina sucking on her perfect little fingers had made his cock go into Def Con 1, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold things together.
"So soon, Uncle V? I thought you were going to stay and hang out by the pool with us," Adelina said, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
"I just remembered I have a bunch of woodworking orders I have to finish up. But don't worry; I'll be around to see you soon." He turned to smile stiffly at Rick. "When do you guys head out?"
"Wednesday morning, so maybe you could pop by that afternoon?"
"No problem." He nodded his head at Maddy and Adelina. "Having a wonderful rest of the day, ladies."
Then he booked it out of the house as fast as he could. He drove like a bat out of hell all the way home, and hardly dared to breathe until he was across town, locked safely away in his living room. Only once he had slumped down into his favorite chair did he dare let out the tension that had
Similar Books
