PAISLIE’S EYES WERE PRACTICALLY BEGGING me to touch her. Her breathing had changed the moment I walked up and it was clear she was horny.
I pulled her closer to me, my cock pressed against her stomach. The silk dress felt amazing as it moved over her skin. I brought my lips to her ear again as she grasped onto my jacket.
“Are you wet?”
Her body felt like her knees were going weak. “Y- yes.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
Her head dropped against my chest as she whimpered. The fact that her body reacted to mine the way it had was the biggest fucking adrenaline rush I’d ever experienced. I wanted to see what else I could do to make her so turned on she would be begging me for relief.
“My lips want to taste you so badly, Paislie.”
“Oh God,” she whispered. “Malcolm. Please, I can’t do this. Not here.” She spoke into my chest as she continued to hold onto me for dear life.
“Do you have panties on?”
Her head jerked up. “Yes! Sophie was in the room with me when I got dressed. She was mesmerized by my garter belt and thong.”
Fuck. Me.
Now my knees went weak. At least the good one did; the other one was numb with pain.
I glanced down to her lips and imagined my cock moving in and out of her mouth.
“The way you’re looking at me, Malcolm.”
Her eyes commanded mine. “How am I looking at you, baby?”
She clamped down on her lip before saying, “Like you’re hungry for me.”
My heart rate picked up as I slowly focused on where we were. “When can I have you, Paislie?”
“Jesus, if you keep this up I’ll let you take me here.”
With that, I took her hand and headed into the house. I hated that I needed the cane, but at this point, I would have sprinted on my bad leg to get her away from everyone.
“W-where are we going?” she asked as she glanced over her shoulder.
Opening the laundry room door, I pulled her in and pushed her against the wall.
“I need to feel you, Paislie . . . taste you.”
Each breath was forced as the rush grew bigger. I’d been waiting for so long for this moment.
My hand slid up her dress and moved softly along her thigh where I brushed my knuckles across the thin lace material. Son-of-a-bitch. My cock was throbbing I wanted her so badly.
My fingers pushed the material to the side as Paislie lifted her leg, allowing me better access.
I slipped two fingers in and moaned as my dick hardened painfully more. “Fucking hell. You’re soaking wet.”
Her head dropped back as she whispered, “Please. Malcolm, I’ve waited so long for you.”
My lips moved along her neck, placing soft kisses as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. Sliding another one in, I moved faster. “Yes,” she hissed as she pumped her hips. I didn’t want her coming yet. The first time she came, it was either going to be on my cock or my tongue.
Pulling my fingers from her, Paislie let out a whimper. I lifted her up and set her on the counter. It was going to kill my leg, but I needed to taste her.
“Lay back, Paislie. I want to taste you . . . now.”
Her eyes widened with delight as she smiled and laid back. I lifted her beautiful gown and moaned when I saw the garter and panties.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” I moaned as I pushed her panties out of the way and licked up her pussy. Paislie gasped and grabbed onto my hair.
“Oh . . . dear . . . God,” she panted.
I’ve given plenty of women oral sex, but this was different. So very different. Paislie tasted sweet, addictive, like a drug. I instantly craved more as I licked and sucked her more. Her body quivered and I knew she was close. All I would need to do is concentrate on her clit and push my fingers in.
The knock on the door had us both freezing. Paislie lifted her head as we looked at one another. She shook her head and mouthed, Are you fucking kidding me?
“Uncle Malcolm? What are you and Paislie doing laundry for?”
My eyes widened in horror as Paislie pushed me away from her. She fixed her panties as I helped her smooth her dress down. I wanted her to taste her own desire for me before we opened the door. The idea that she might let me kiss her about had me coming in my pants. I pulled her to me and slowly made my way to her lips. When she ran her tongue across them, I took that as a yes and devoured her mouth with mine.
Her low rumbled moan zipped through my body as she tasted herself.
When I pulled back, I whispered, “That was fucking hot.”
“Uncle Malcolm?” Sophie was now yelling. Paislie reached for the door and yanked it open.
“Hey, peanut!” she said, trying to sound normal, but her voice was jagged. Sophie took Paislie’s hand in hers and pulled her through the house and back outside as I adjusted my dick.
Once we were back outside, my precious niece occupied all of Paislie’s time while I sat there trying to understand what in the hell was going on with my emotions. Even watching Paislie with Sophie had my mind spinning with thoughts I never dreamed I would be having.
“She’s certainly beautiful,” my mother said as she sat down next to me.
Even though my attention was on Paislie, I nodded my head and said, “She has good genes.”
My mother laughed and bumped my shoulder. “Malcolm Wallace, I was talking about Paislie.”
With a smug smile, I turned to her. “Paislie is beautiful, there is no doubt about that.”
“How long have you known each other?”
Not taking my eyes off of her, I replied, “Since the Vegas race.”
Mom laughed. “Why is everything measured by which race it was?”
I looked at her with a stupefied look. “Isn’t it?”
She rolled her eyes and let out a huff. “Are you dating?”
Were we dating? I just had my face all over her pussy in my damn laundry room. I wanted her and only her. Every waking moment she filled my thoughts, and even in my sleep she controlled my thoughts. I’d never in my life wanted anyone like I wanted Paislie.
“We’re taking things slowly, but yes. I think we’re dating.”
“You think?” she asked as we both looked at each other. “You either are or you’re not, Malcolm.”
My eyes drifted back to Paislie. I hadn’t dated anyone in a very long time. Did I want to open up my heart to the possibility of it being hurt again?
Pushing my fingers through my hair, I shook my head. “It’s complicated, Ma.”
“Really? The last time I checked it was pretty easy. Is it because of Casey?”
The mention of her name caused my heart to drop. “I don’t want to talk about Casey.”
“Why not? She was a huge part of your world before you started pretending like you never wanted to open your heart again.”
My head snapped over toward my mother as she continued to look at Paislie. “I don’t want to talk about her. She’s gone and there is no use bringing her up.”
My mother looked me straight in the eyes. “She’s not Casey.”
I pulled my head back and gave my mother a stunned expression. “No fucking kidding, Ma. I know that.” Casey and Paislie had total opposite personalities. Casey was more quiet and much more reserved than Paislie was. Paislie wasn’t afraid to laugh at herself, whereas Casey took everything seriously.
She narrowed her eye at me. “Don’t use that language in front of me, Malcolm. I’m just saying you’ll never be able to replace her.” She looked back out at Paislie and said, “You don’t find it a coincidence that Paislie resembles Casey?”
I practically broke my neck looking back at Paislie. She didn’t look anything like Casey. “She looks nothing like her.”
She stood and looked back down at me as she lifted her eyebrows. “Really? I find the resemblance very striking.”
I swallowed hard as she turned and headed over to where Autumn was standing.
My chest tightened as I watched Paislie carefully. The brown curls framing her beautiful face caught my eye as I took her in. Casey had brown hair, green eyes and a personality that could make an entire room light up when she walked in.
Paislie had brown hair and green eyes, and was so much more independent and strong than Casey was. She knew who she was and what she wanted. The only things she had in common with Casey were the same hair and eye color and that was it. Their personalities were total opposites.
Her smile pulled me in like nothing I’d ever experienced before. There was something about her that made me long to be near her. The things I felt for Paislie were so much stronger than what I had felt for Casey.
She grabbed onto Sophie’s hands as they played Ring Around the Rosie. My heart broke that she never got to experience a childhood like Sophie’s. I wanted to make up for the shit her father did to her.
When her eyes lifted and met mine, I felt a jolt of electricity whip through my body. My mother’s words played over and over in my head. I’d been with plenty of girls with brown hair and green eyes. I slowly shook my head. No . . . Paislie was her own person and she held me captive the moment she opened her mouth and spoke. I’d never felt that way about anyone before . . . or had I, and I just buried it deep down in my memory?