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Chapter Four

West

My pulse races.My hands close to fists over and over again, and my cock is fucking harder than it’s been possibly ever. I can taste the salty sweetness of sugar and sweat from her lips—this intoxicating mix that has the beast inside of me roaring for more. I want to turn back and go kick that fucking back door in. I want to knock out that disgusting prick of an uncle of hers and go right back to where we left off.

And I don’t want to stop this time until she’s coming all over my fucking cock.

I close my eyes and sink my forehead against the side of the truck cab. But suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, and I whirl at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hey, pal.”

I groan. It’s Matt, Taylor’s creepy fucking uncle.

“Mr. Conway,” I growl, turning towards him and leaning against the truck.

“Kinda looked like you mighta had your hand in the cookie jar back there, buddy.”

I tense, my jaw grinding. “Excuse me?”

Matt grins and starts to laugh. “Nah, I’m just fucking with you, man. But seriously, how about Taylor?”

I frown deeper. “What about her?”

He grins. “Pretty girl, huh?”

Fucking gross. This is his fucking niece he’s talking about.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to finish up, Mr. Conway,” I grunt, ignoring what he just said about her.

“Yeah, yeah but hang on. I’m talking about Taylor.”

“And I don’t think you should be,” I growl.

He laughs. “Naaah, don’t worry. She’s just my adoptive niece. Or, something.” He shrugs. “Her mom is my adoptive sister. We ain’t related or anything.”

I resist the urge to tell him he’s still a fucking creep, but only because I know Gramps needs this gig.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Con—”

“How much?”

I freeze, my hand curling into a fist.

“Excuse me?” I hiss, half turning back to him.

“Not for… you know, I can’t promise that,” he chuckles. “But I mean, what’d it be worth to you for me to...”

He winks.

“You know, to set something up. Throw in a little extra and I’ll throw in some drinks to get her all loosened up for—”

I roar, and Matt almost screams when I grab him by the throat, whirl, and slam him up against my truck. My other hand pulls back, and I snarl, about to send my fist through his fucking disgusting face.

“Whoa! Whoa!” he sputters. “Chill the fuck out, man!”

“You watch your fucking mouth,” I hiss through snarling teeth.

He stares at me, aghast. “You-you work for me!” He sputters. “You little fucking prick! You work for me, understand?!”


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