What the hell?He would never cheat on my mother!
“Fuck yeah, suck me.”
And that’s when I realize it’s not my father’s voice at all. It’s much too low. Not that I have ample experience listening to my father groan, but yeah, this isn’t him. Which begs the question . . . Who snuck away from the party for nookie?
I tiptoe closer to the bedroom. No one is staying here, so it should be empty. The door is wide open and no one’s inside, but another moan of pleasure amplifies from the attached bathroom.
I should leave. Walk away now. It doesn’t matter who’s getting it on, and I shouldn’t care. Only I’m a tiny bit curious and my feet scoot closer of their own accord. My heart rate picks up. My muscles tense. Even my dick starts to lengthen with the erotic soundtrack of sucks, groans, chokes, and spit.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it. You want this fat cock? You want me to come in that dirty little mouth of yours, don’t you? Don’t you?”
My eyes widen and it all clicks as the couple comes into view. Rather, a woman on her knees, her hair tugged back, and head bobbing before my uncle as she gives him head.
Fucking gross!My goddamn uncle!
I tell myself to leave but my feet won’t go. Why can’t I move? I wish I could erase this image from my mind, her hair bouncing with the bob of her head, and his chin tipped back in utter ecstasy, but instead it’s as if I can’t look away. It’s as if my brain can’t put all the pieces together. My uncle. Here. With a woman! I swear to God, I always assumed he was gay.
“You want that? You want that? Yeah, you do, and you’ll give me exactly what I want.” His eyes pop open and he pushes her head down so long she starts to gag. “Fuck . . . yes!” he shouts and lifts his gaze. He spots me immediately. “Shit!”
His swearing somehow connects the part of my short-circuiting brain. My feet move and I dash out of the pool house before the woman has time to detach herself from my uncle’s cock and get a good look at me. And thankfully so, because if I recognize who she is, I’ll never be able to look her in the eye after this. As it is, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stomach family dinners ever again.
“Leighton! Leighton, stop!” My uncle calls after me as I race toward the house.
I should slow down. I should face him and deal with the uncomfortableness, but the fact I became aroused while listening to him get off is messing with my head. How fucked up am I? In fact, there’s no way I’m getting off again before scheduling a session with my therapist.
“Leighton!” He’s faster than he should be for a man his age. Must be all those rock stars he hangs out with. He reaches for my arm and snags hold before I can sneak back inside my father’s office.
“Let me go.” I can’t meet his eyes and instead stare at his hand on my arm. “Please.”
“Sorry.” He drops his hold and clears his throat. “We need to talk about this.”
Laughter, humorless and bitter works its way out of my mouth. “No, Uncle Bedo. Wereallydon’t.”
“Hey.” His jaw clenches as I lift my eyes to meet his. His stare is narrow and calculating. “You can’t tell anyone what you think you saw.”
“You mean I can’t tell all my friends I just witnessed my uncle getting he—”
“What do you want?” The question snaps from his lips and his hands go to his hips, where part of his dress shirt still hangs outside his pants. “Money? That what you need to shut your mouth about this?”
He doesn’t want me to tell, which means what I saw was more than just him getting off.Interesting.My eyebrows rise and I tilt my chin. “Oh? Did you not want me to tell my parents?”
His glare hardens. “Pussy, then?”
“A prostitute?” I roll my eyes at the insult. “That’ll be a hard pass.” If there’re two things I’ve always had ample supply of, its money and women who want to get with me because of my money.
His gaze narrows. “You’re a little shit, you know that?” The toe of his shoe taps with an impatient beat.
I’ve pissed him off, but why? It must be the woman, the girl he was with. Damn it, I wish I had gotten a better look. I can’t recall anything familiar about her. Those bleach blonde extensions are practically standard issue here in southern California.
My uncle’s always played the black sheep of our family. I’m surprised my mother even invited him. He doesn’t give a shit about social propriety, or her dumb parties. Forty years ago he walked out of my grandparents’ mansion without a trust fund to make his own way. And holy hell, has he made his way. Managing one of the biggest bands in the world for the top music label in Los Angeles, he’s made his name stand on its own without any family connections or pull.
“Well?” He glances over his shoulder and it hits me. He’s really nervous. But why? He obviously didn’t want to be seen with her, but then why were they together?
His reaction piques my interest. For the first time in months I’m fully in the moment and energy buzzes through my body. My lips pull into a slow and steady grin as I gauge how far I can use this. “Maybe I could call up some of your reporter friends? The ones who like to put things in their magazines about the bands you manage. You think they’d like to chat?”
His gaze goes from annoyed to deadly. “Cut the shit, kid. Name the price and it’s yours. But only if you keep your mouth shut.”
I don’t want money. I have more than enough locked away in my trust fund. What I really want is something money can’t buy. The idea hits my brain and sends pleasure throughout every molecule of my body. Ironically, the only thing I’ve ever really wanted is something Uncle Bedo can give me.
