Page 13 of Filthy Uncle To Go

Gosh, it’s so nice hearing that! This man understands me, and I enjoy being with him. But then, I glance down and notice a slight bulge in Drake’s pants. Oh my gosh! I’ve got to be imagining this; there’s no way he has a boner right now.

Quickly, I turn away from him because the knowledge drives me crazy. I grab my jacket and toss it on, then I slide my student ID and keys into my pocket, trying to act normal.

“So there’s a campus tour with a student guide starting soon. We’ll walk around with a large group and then grab lunch in the café afterward,” I babble. “Does that sound good?”

“Sure, or you could show me around,” he suggests as he moves closer to me.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “It’s your second year here, so you probably know this place like the back of your hand.”

I swallow hard as Drake stares intensely into my eyes. He’s right – I know where everything is on this campus. I could show him around, which would give us more time alone, but every second I spend with him makes it harder to control myself. Oh god, what if I end up doing something stupid, like trying to kiss him? Yet, in my heart of hearts, I’m secretly hoping that will happen.

“Okay,” I agree softly. “I can take you around.”

“Great,” Drake says as reaches around me and places his hand on the doorknob. He leans in close for a moment, and the air exits my lungs. But then he swings the door open and grins, the moment gone.

“Where should we start?” he asks.

I feel like an idiot. “We’ll start in the quad,” I say, my voice trembling a bit as the words flow from my mouth.

“Alright,” he says, flashing that knowing grin again.

I take a breath as I step out into the hallway. My face is probably super red right now and it feels like it’s burning. I can’t believe I was close enough to him to kiss him, and that even more, Iwantedit to happen. Because what would’ve happened if we kissed? We’d probably still be in my dorm room making out instead of heading down the hallway toward the elevator.

I glance at Drake from the corner of my eye as he strides down the hallway with confidence. He might be twice my age, but he’s in formidable shape. In fact, he’s in better shape than half of the guys on campus.

A few other students and their parents are already waiting at the elevator and we join the group, blending in with them. As the parents eagerly ask my peers about their semester here at Marymount, I take a deep breath. Then I exhale slowly as we step onto the elevator. It’s a bit cramped inside, so I end up squished in a corner with Uncle Drake, our bodies skimming against one another.

He’s turned slightly toward me. When he exhales, his warm breath tickles my neck, sending tingles down my back. Holy cow! Suddenly, he shifts, and I know it’s not my imagination anymore. Drake’s huge bulge is pressed against the side of my belly, and my eyes grow wide. Is this really happening? Is my uncle not-so-subtly pressing his cock against me, letting me know that the attraction’s real?

At that moment, the elevator dings as it comes to a stop, and I hold my breath. Meanwhile, Drake’s breath continues to graze my skin, making me feel weak in the knees. I exhale as everyone begins to exit the elevator and then take a step and stumble, nearly falling to the ground. My jello knees aren’t strong enough to hold me right now, so Drake catches me in his strong arms just before I go crashing down to the ground.

“Are you alright?” he asks with a knowing grin.

“Yes, I must’ve just lost my balance,” I stammer, still feeling weak in the knees.

“Here, take a seat,” he says as he walks me over to a sitting area near the front desk.

“Thank you,” I mutter, feeling a bit embarrassed. I can’t believe this is happening. OMG, what do I do?

“Um, I think I’m okay now,” I murmur after a few seconds of sitting.

“Are you sure?” Drake asks, his eyes dancing.

“Yes,” I say.

Then, he stands up and extends his hand out to me. I place mine into his and instantly feel a spark as we touch. Drake feels it too and he gently pulls me up as we gaze into each other’s eyes. I can’t take it; I’m falling and there’s nothing that I can do about it.

“Thank you,” I whisper breathily.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, his voice oddly deep.

“Um, we should probably head outside now,” I say, still staring into his eyes.

“Sounds like a plan,” he says. There goes his smile again, causing my heart to skip a beat.

With that, Drake leads me to the door. A cool breeze brushes against my skin as we step outside of my dorm, walking side by side. I spot a large group gathering in the quad with a student dressed in Marymount apparel facing them holding a megaphone. The tour must be starting in the quad and there’s still a chance for us to join them. I glance at Uncle Drake’s chiseled features and suddenly feel possessive. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and I don’t want to share my time alone with him with anyone else.