Brooks’s gaze lingered, just for a second, on the swatch of thigh that the hem of the shirt covered before he cleared his throat and looked away.
“Couldn’t sleep.” I didn’t bother admitting it was because he was all I could think about these days.
“Gonna be a hot one today,” he said, finishing his coffee before turning to rinse his cup in the sink. “You can help me in the barn if you’re up for it.”
I smiled and nodded. “I want to help. That’s why I’m here. I’m ready to get dirtied up.” My chest heated after I said the words but especially when there was an almost too low to hear rumble that came from him.
He glanced back, his eyes warm, something unreadable flickering there before he nodded.
“And dirtied up you’ll get,” Uncle Brooks said under his breath, and it heated me all over again.
We headed outside and straight for the barn. Once inside, I took note it was hotter than the outside, the air thick with the scent of hay and animals. Dust swirled in the shafts of sunlight that streamed through the open doors.
I stood back and stayed silent as I watched him work. Seeing my uncle lift bales of hay like they weighed nothing was an aphrodisiac like I’d never imagined. The muscles in his arms and back flexed with every movement. Sweat slicked his skin making it glisten… making me unable to look away as my pussy creamed.
I grabbed a broom, pretending to sweep while my gaze followed him, unable to control myself. God, the way his jeans hugged his tree trunk sized muscular thighs and framed the biggest damn bulge I’d ever seen had my panties wet. For the millionth time.
I was so horny for my uncle that even the way the veins in his forearms stood out as he tied a rope had me clenching my thighs like a damn fiend.
It was erotic torture, and I never wanted it to end.
At one point, he turned, catching me staring. I swore I saw his eyes darken and his jaw tighten. For a moment, the air between us felt different.
Heavy. Charged.
Or maybe this was all a fantasy I wanted to make a reality?
“How’s my girl doing?” His voice was low, rough, the way it always was, but there was something else there now, something that made my stomach flip.
My breasts felt heavy, and my nipples ached. I was a busty girl, and right now, my tits felt even more swollen under my thin T-shirt.
I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak. I cleared my throat and finally said, “I’m fine. I’m good.”
He didn’t say anything, but I saw the way his hands flexed and his knuckles turned white around the rope he held. And when he exhaled slowly, I swore he was trying to rein something dark in.
I wanted to see him unravel like that rope.
Uncle Brooks taught me how to tie knots, how to care for the heifers, and what each one preferred feed wise, and I listened intently. It was easy to hang onto his every word.
Later, I brought him a bottle of water, holding it out with trembling fingers because I felt like I’d been edging all damn day just being in his presence.
He reached out, his hand closed over mine as he took it, his skin damp from sweat and rough from manual labor. For a long moment, neither of us moved. His big, calloused fingers curled around mine, keeping them hostage against the condensation-covered water bottle.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his eyes on mine, unblinking. He looked thirsty for something other than water.
He looked… possessive.
“You’re welcome, Uncle Brooks,” I whispered, my voice soft, hesitant, unsure if I’d even said the words aloud.
Neither of us let go, and I felt the world tilt, the edges of everything blurring as the air between us tightened and threatened to snap.
When he released my hand, I was surprised I didn’t crumble.
Brooks drank deeply, the water dripping down his chin, sliding down the column of his throat, and I watched him the entire time. God, my body ached for the taboo things I wanted to do with my uncle.
My breasts tingled, and I curled my fingers into my palm to stop myself from cupping my heavy mounds.
I turned away, pretending to be busy, but I could feel his eyes on me. It was a physical touch, one that seemed to brand me everywhere it roamed. And I loved it.
