Chapter 144 Fuck My Daddy's Best Friend

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• I had been wet for Uncle Jake since the summer I turned sixteen and noticed how his T-shirt stretched across his chest when he lifted a beer to his mouth. Back then I didn’t know what to do with the ache between my legs, so I just stared and squeezed my thighs together under the picnic table. Now I was eighteen, home from my first year of college, and I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to look at me the way he used to look at my mom’s friends when he thought no one was watching—dark, hungry, like he could eat them alive. Except I wanted him to actually do it. To me.
• The backyard smelled like charcoal smoke and grilled burgers, sunscreen and cut grass. Dad was laughing too loud at something one of his buddies said, beer in hand, oblivious. Mom was inside slicing watermelon. Everyone else was scattered—cousins chasing each other, aunts gossiping on the patio. Perfect chaos. Perfect cover.