Page 2 of Unveiled Wishes

I nipped Grace’s bottom lip as I pulled away from her. Resting my forehead on her sternum, I breathed her in. My brother wouldn’t know how to be quiet if it bit him on the ass and called him Shirley.

He slammed the front door, and there was an instant wail. The sound had rudely awakened JR, and any chances I had of sexy time went up in smoke. I could hear my brother’s boots bound up the stairs. “Don’t worry! Uncle’s here.” If he ever had kids, I was going to make a fuck ton of noise.

Standing straight, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. I grabbed some cash and handed it to Grace. “Start with this, and if it’s not enough, tell me.”

She kissed me and tightened her legs around my waist. “I know,” she said. “He’s going to die, so don’t buy him anything.”

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How

I groaned, rolling onto my back, trying to figure out where I was. The last thing I remembered was drinking out in the yard with Zook. Something was going on with him, and splitting a bottle of Jack hadn’t loosened his lips. I rubbed my knuckles against my eyelids, but my eyes wouldn’t open. How much had I drunk last night?

“Too much. I turned you down because you were too drunk to consent by club rules.”

Fuck, I must have said that out loud. I turned my head and looked into a pair of blue eyes. Her dyed red hair flowed around her shoulders. Picking my head up, I looked underneath the covers. “Pebbles, why am I naked, laying in your bed?”

She laughed and propped her head up in her hand. “You opened my door while I was with Chef and demanded that he leave. How, you literally stripped down, climbed into my bed, and passed out. It was easier to just leave you here, so Chef left for the night, and I took myself off the rotation. Nothing happened.”

“Fuck! I am going to owe him. If he doesn’t beat my ass beforehand. If I was him, I would,” I rasped.

“Nah, I smoothed it over. You should be okay, but I wouldn’t bring it up if I were you.”

I was going to have to hide from Chef for a while.

“As long as you’re here, want to see if you can still get it up?” Pebbles kicked the blanket off the bottom of the bed and sat up on her knees. She wore a small pink spaghetti-strap tank top and a pair of pink panties.

“You always go commando,” I said to her. “What’s changed?”

She said nothing as she bent over and took me to the back of her mouth. I was going to Hell. I should have stopped her, but Pebbles gave the best blowjobs. She sucked in her cheeks andtook me down her throat. I didn’t know how she did it, but she always remembered what I liked. Lots of friction, no tongue.

I closed my eyes and lay against the pillows, relishing in the heat, my hips slowly pumping in time with her motion. “That’s it,” I praised her. It came naturally to me, but this was also Pebbles. She was the easiest to please because she never asked for anything in return. It should have been a red flag, but she was a club girl. None of the brothers looked beyond the surface.

My lower back tingled, and my hips picked up their pace. “Keep going,” I begged her. I didn’t know how she did it, but she sucked my soul out of my dick. Right before I came, she pulled away from me and quickly lifted the tank top over her head. Using her hand to milk me, she pointed my dick at her chest and let me shoot my load all over her.

“There ya go,” she said gently. Letting me go, she rubbed my come into her skin. It was hot, but I felt guilty. This should have been Chef, and I’d booted him from her bed. I didn’t have long to think about it because as I was about to repay her, my phone rang in my pants pocket.

“Sorry, darling,” I said to her, grabbing my clothes and walking out of her room. “Hello?” I answered my phone.

“Hey, Eric. I wasn’t sure if now was a good time.”

“Em, what’s up?” I should have checked the phone before answering blindly. Emily was my little sister and another source of my guilt. We’d been born to New York City High Society parents, but money didn’t bring happiness. They expected you to have the right friends, make the best connections, and look down on anything beneath you.

It wasn’t for me, and I had rebelled every step of the way. If they wanted me to hang out with the other rich people’s kids, then I picked the poor ones who were homeless or close to it. Not that they didn’t know their lot in life sucked, but they accepted it and actually worked to better their station. Most of the time,they were just more fun to be around. My parents didn’t know what it was like to scrimp and scrape. One time, they had complained about being served caviar at a party instead of white truffles. As if that was the only problem in the world. I had rolled my eyes when I heard the story the next morning.

At eighteen, I had had enough of it all and enlisted in the Marine Corps. I had walked into the recruiter’s office on a Thursday and asked for the paperwork. If I had stayed any longer, I would have gone crazy. My parents had wanted me to attend college and then law school, so I could graduate and have a fancy office on the fortieth floor in the family business that none of us had built. No, thanks.

It had been the best decision of my life. I’d graduated boot camp and met Zook during my first rotation. We had earned our road names in the military because we enjoyed firing big guns. The bigger, the better, but where I’d gained Zook, I’d lost Em. At sixteen, she hadn’t had the luxury to run like I had. She never said that she’d resented what had happened, but it had put a slight damper on our relationship over the years.

I walked down the hallway to my room, naked and holding my clothes in one hand while I had the phone in the other. “You alright?” I asked her.

“Yes, I am fine. You?”

“I am good.” No sooner had I said that than I heard the catcalls following me.

“What’s going on there? Oh, wait, I don’t want to know,” Emily chuckled. “Someone just said you have a nice ass, though. I wonder if I do, too.”

“I don’t want to think about your ass.”

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