Say Uncle by C.M. Steele Read Free Book Online

that you’ve decided to end the marriage.”
    “Yep, they got it done already. It was annulled,” he said. I could tell he was lying, but what he was lying about I wasn’t too sure of. My brother didn’t typically lie to me, but since he met this broad, that was all he’d been doing. I wanted answers, and I was going to have to trick it out of him.
    “But I thought they didn’t let you get annulled if you bumped uglies?” I asked.
    “Well, okay, you got me. I was lying. We didn’t get married at all. It was a fake marriage. Can we meet and talk about it?” What the fuck was with the fake shit?
    “Sure. Come back up to my suite. I’m trying to get over a hangover, and I don’t feel like moving yet.”
    “I’ll be there in about an hour and a half. Okay?”
    “Cool,” I said and ended the call. I turned to my sexy Angel dressed in just my shirt, and suddenly my headache wasn’t so bad. I wanted her ass naked. I knew now she was all mine. I just had a few questions first.
    “Angel, we need to talk. There are about a thousand things I’m curious about, but first, how old are you for real?”
    “Twenty-one. I told you that. I graduated from NIU already, and I’m not a genius.”
    “Your mother said you were eighteen,” I replied, feeling like a jackass. I believed a woman I didn’t trust for no good reason.
    “Well, the broad was lying. She wanted to make me look younger to Ted because then it didn’t mean she was a little whore at fifteen.”
    “So you’re not that young. That’s a relief because I was starting to feel like a total fucking pervert,” I admitted.
    “So if it was true, you’d walk away from me?” I saw and heard the hurt.
    “Hell, no, I wouldn’t, but it’s just weird for me to want a barely legal woman,” I vehemently denied. It was the truth, though. I wasn’t letting her go no matter what.
    “Well, it really doesn’t matter. So what did your brother say?” Angel asked as she sat down on the bed next to me.
    “The same as you, that their relationship was as phony as her tits and that they were never really married,” I explained.
    “I was wondering about that,” she conjectured, dismissing my annoyance with her deception. 
    “Why?”
    “Because technically she’s still married to her fourth husband. He supposedly walked out on her, never to return. So she was a bigamist with Ted,” she revealed with a huff, making her breasts bounce, her nipples peeking through the blouse.
    I decided the rest of the questions could wait until later. “Did I tell you yet how sexy you look in my shirt with your white little panties on? Damn, do I want to fuck you this minute. Hell, I’d settle for just making you come.”
    She started squeezing her thighs together, aching with need. I was going to have to deal with it. “Come, Angel. Let’s take a shower.”
    I tugged her hand when I stood up and rushed us to the bathroom. My headache was easing up, but my dick was aching in its place.
    “We have to hurry, so we’re going to share the shower,” I suggested as I turned on the six-jet shower. I tested the temperature before I dropped my boxers. Looking at her, I started to eye her peaked nipples through the shirt. Sliding it over her head, I sneakily attacked one of her fat nipples. Groaning, I slowly trailed my hand from her hip, letting my fingers creep up her waist and to the edge of her breast.
    “Damn, I want to take you nice and slow, but my brother will be here soon,” I interjected with a groan before taking her nipple in my mouth again.
    “Then take me nice and fast. I need you, Dean,” she pleaded with her hands already in her favorite spot—the back of my head, scraping and tugging on my hair.
    We got into the shower and let the sprayers soak our bodies as I started to kiss down her neck. My tongue lazily licked from her slender collarbone to just below her jaw. I gave her a little nip, loving her reaction. She softly sighed, almost a faint whisper. I leaned