Moan For Uncle (2 page)

Looking in the direction of her voice Grant found himself, yet again, floored by her. What she had decided on for shoes were actually boots that made her already long legs look like they went on forever.
Fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
He shook his head at himself.
I'm a damned CIA agent, I've endured being tortured, leapt from planes and dealt with warlords in West Africa, I'm sure I can handle a little lust over Nikki.

He stuck out his arm for her to take. "For tonight, your wish is my command," he told her, giving her bare arm a light squeeze when she linked her arm with his.

"I'll have her home at a decent hour," he advised his brother as they walked toward his car.

She swatted his arm playfully. "I'm turning nineteen tomorrow Grant," she informed him, with a scowl.

Grant looked down at her and smiled, trying to keep his eyes from lingering on her generous breasts that were straining against the spandex dress she was wearing. "
Ahh
, I see. Your curfew got upped to eleven then?"

"Very cute, Grant."
Her attention turned from him to the car he had parked waiting for them in the driveway. Her eyes widened. "
Wow,
that
is one
hell
of a ride!"

"I know. Isn't it, though?" He had borrowed the car from an associate of his - a yellow Lotus Elise convertible. And it was
indeed
some ride. Not exactly something the people in the small town of Bar Harbor saw everyday.

"I think I need to get a job working with you if these are the perks that come with it." Nikki released his arm to run her fingertips along the sleek hood.

Grant shrugged, opening the passenger door for her, "The benefits don't
always
outweigh the cons."

"With benefits like this, there have to be some nasty cons to outweigh them," she commented as he shut the door behind her and made his way to the driver's side. Opening the door, he slid behind the steering wheel.

Grant subconsciously rubbed his left shoulder, the shoulder where he'd been shot several months ago. Luckily, for him the bullet had missed his heart and any major arteries, though no thanks to the assassin who had tracked him down in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Thinking of the bullet wound reminded him of the gashes across his back, courtesy of a whip wielding goon, of a not so kind warlord in Sierra Leone. He figured it was a small price to pay for the security of his country, and that of his family.

Turning on the ignition, the car roared to life. The purr of the motor was sexy all in itself. Sexy car, sexy woman sitting next to him, what more could a man ask for?
The sexy woman not being my niece,
he found himself thinking.

"I have a great night planned for you, starting with dinner at Gino and Lenny's." He backed the car out of the driveway and shifted it into gear.

She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and smiled coyly at him. "I'm ready for anything you can throw at me."

Giving a glance over at Nikki - the all grown up Nikki - Grant didn't doubt that for a second. He noticed a gleam in her eye, and that gleam both aroused and scared him senseless. She wasn't looking at him like a niece would an uncle. The look she was giving him was one of a lover just before she ravaged him. And God help him if she tried. He was a strong man, of body and of mind, but there were some temptations even
he
couldn't resist. He found himself realizing that the one and only thing that
could
break him, may be sitting just a foot away.

Chapter 2

During dinner Nikki's hopes of seducing Grant began to rise.

Their conversation had consisted of him prompting her to tell him
everything
about her current life and her plans for her first year of college. As usual, he said nothing about his job. Grant was a great listener, and conversationalist, just as long as the conversation didn't steer towards his job. If it did, he'd promptly - and with finesse - flip the subject back to her and her plans.

What had gotten her hopes up was the way he would look at her when he thought she didn't notice. It wasn't a look of an uncle's fondness for his niece. It was the look a man gave a woman he desired. His eyes would fill with hunger, and would occasionally dip to her cleavage or legs, but in the blink of an eye the hungry look would be gone and he'd be Uncle Grant once again.

"So which country does the current girlfriend live in?" Nikki asked, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, while scooping a spoonful of her chocolate fudge sundae and popping it into her mouth. The family had a running joke that Grant had a girlfriend for each country he visited. It wouldn't have surprised her in the least if there were some truth in that.

Grant grinned, his eyes amused.
"None at the moment.
Been too busy."

"Well, what about…" Nikki clucked her tongue thinking, and then pointed a slim finger at him, "Sophia, that chick in France. Not with her anymore?"

Grabbing his spoon, Grant dipped it into her sundae.
"Nope.
She called me an American pig and threw me out last month."

Nikki's grin widened. "What did you do to her?"

Shrugging Grant popped the spoonful of sundae in his mouth. "She has a twin sister, I didn't know it wasn't her..." his voice trailed off and his smile widened.

Nikki's smile fell momentarily. Suddenly she grabbed her cloth napkin and lashed his arm with it. "You're such a liar. You did
not
!"

Laughing, Grant shook his head.
"Nah.
It just didn't work. She wanted someone who could be around and, as you know, that's not me."

Despite their joking she could see the loneliness in his eyes. It occurred to her how hard the job must be for him, despite the excitement of travelling around the world. Never to be able to go home and have normal relationships; it would be hard on anyone. She reached across the table and took his hand in hers.

Grant froze, a look of indecision crossing his face.

Nikki held her breath, not sure if perhaps she was crossing the line with her advance. After what felt like an endless minute he interlaced his fingers with hers and flipped her hand palm upwards on the table. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. Nikki closed her eyes and basked in the feel of his soft lips on her flesh. Desire flared up within her once again. She exhaled with a low, ragged moan and opened her eyes.

Grant was watching her, his grey eyes stormy and thick with desire, seeming to take in each and every inch of her features. His thumb caressed the palm of her hand, sending shivers shooting through her and she once again felt an intense throbbing in her pussy.

"I have your present in the car, if you're done with that." He motioned to the sundae, which was melting in front of her.

Nikki nodded. How could he make her feel so wanton and so full of desire from a simple look and caress? But he could. Her heart was beating so quickly in her chest she was sure it was about ready to explode. This was wrong, so wrong, but she wanted him so badly she didn't care.

"Alright," He broke eye contact with her and motioned for the waiter to bring them the check.

When the bill arrived, Grant paid and they left the restaurant. He offered his arm to her, and she happily accepted it, linking hers to his. He had taken off his jacket so she indulged herself in running her hands over the bare skin of his arm. His muscles rippled and flexed under her light touch.

When they reached the car, he held her door open for her to get in. She slipped into the seat, and crossed her legs, allowing for her already short skirt to ride high on her leg, just an inch or two from exposing her thong underneath.

His eyes ran up the length of her leg, then up her body to her
breasts ,where
they lingered a moment. Finally his eyes met hers and she saw the heat again; the raw fire under his stare. Another shot of heat ran through her and she was tempted to recline against the seat and spread her legs for him to get a better view of what she had to offer.

But she didn't; she wasn't
that
forward.

Clearing his throat, Grant closed the door, walked to the driver's side of the car and slid behind the wheel. Not saying another word he started the car and they sped from the parking lot.

Nikki didn't ask where he was taking her; she didn't dare. She worried he would decide to do the "noble" thing and take her home, but soon realized he was going in the opposite direction, heading towards to the town's overlook. At the overlook you could see clear out onto the Atlantic Ocean for miles. On a night like tonight, when it was warm with a clear sky, a full moon and stars shining brightly; it would be a spectacular view.

They drove the ten minute ride in silence, but Nikki would sneak peeks over at him from time to time. A couple of times he caught her staring, smiled at her and then turned his attention back to driving without saying a word. She couldn't help but feel amazed by how magnificent he looked with the moonlight dancing over his hard square jaw.

When they pulled up into the overlook it was as spectacular as she had expected it would be. Despite living in the area, and being at the lookout dozens of times before, she still felt a sense of wonder as she gazed at the water and watched for a moment while the moonlight danced over the shimmering waves as they rolled in. It was almost hypnotic.

Parking the car and shutting it off, Grant reached across her and popped open the glove compartment. Nikki inhaled sharply as his body brushed over hers, his shoulder grazing her breasts. Just the simple brush of his shoulder against her breasts was enough stimulation to turn her nipples into hardened peaks that strained against the spandex material, begging for his touch.

Straightening back up in the black leather seat he passed her a small box, wrapped in silver paper and with a matching bow. Nikki looked down at the box, then up into Grant's eyes, then back to the box. She carefully removed the wrapping paper to reveal a grey velvet covered jewellery case. Lifting the cover, she gasped as she peered down at one of the largest diamonds she'd ever seen, looped to a gold chain.

She smiled, and then frowned. "Grant this is beautiful, but way too much. This must have cost a fortune," she managed to squeak out.

Grant chuckled, "I had to pay for it, but not with money."

Nikki looked up into his grey eyes, and her frown deepened. "What do you mean?"

His only reply was a shake of his head, indicating the matter wasn't open for discussion. She was a little uneasy about that; how do you pay for something if not with cash? How did he obtain it? Something that spectacular would have cost tens of thousands of dollars!

He reached over and removed the necklace from the box. "Turn around."

The smile returned to her lips again, and a twinkle of excitement flashed in her eyes as she turned her back to him. She shivered as his fingertips swept across the back of her bare neck, moving her hair off to the side. Nikki could feel his breath tickle the back of her neck and another round of shivers racked her body.

"Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?" he asked, with genuine concern in his tone.

Nikki shook her head. "No, I'm fine."

She could hear him hesitate before he leaned forward again and clasped the necklace around her neck. But he didn't move once done. She could feel his breath, his lips, less than an inch away from her neck. The anticipation left her light-headed. She closed her eyes and a soft sigh left her lips.

She froze when she felt his hands rub up and down her upper arms, but quickly relaxed under his touch. The tension within the car became almost unbearable. And then she felt it, his lips lightly grazing the back of her neck. Goosebumps appeared over her body, and she moaned, a soft needy moan; the moan of a woman needing to touch and be touched - by
him
.

His lips and tongue teased the sensitive flesh of her neck, setting her body ablaze. Nikki turned her head to face him, while her hand grasped the back of his head, and pulled his lips down to hers. Their lips touched, grazing each other, so feather light that Nikki was left uncertain that it had even happened until she opened her blue eyes and saw the fire burning within his.

"Nikki?" he rasped.

"Kiss me Grant," she whispered her lips a mere fraction of an inch from his.

His lips grazed hers a second time, he then caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it. Nikki whimpered. Promptly releasing it, his tongue darted past her parted lips. Nikki sighed, welcoming him in.

Cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, Grant deepened the kiss, in the process rocking Nikki to her core with the intensity and passion behind it. His tongue danced with hers and she moaned again against his lips.

Grant slipped a hand around her waist and it made its way up her torso to palm her breast over the spandex dress. His fingers pinched and kneaded the already erect nipple. "You're so beautiful Nikki," he whispered against her lips, "so grown up."

The pulsing between her legs intensified, becoming almost painful. She spread her legs, trying to alleviate the pressure that only his cock could quench entirely. Nikki's whole body seemed to move of its own accord, lost in the passion of his touch and intimacy of his kiss. Her hips began to gyrate in the seat, her whole body rocking back against him. Her skirt inched its way up her thighs so that Grant could see the white of her lace panties under the black skirt.

Grant pulled his lips from hers and began to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulders. His hands tugged at the top of her dress and pulled it down exposing her pert naked breasts. Her breasts fit perfectly in Grant's hands as he palmed them, his fingers proceeding to pinch and roll her nipples.

Nikki's breath caught in her throat. When she was able to breathe, her breath came out as a ragged whimper. She reached behind her to his groin and rubbed the length of his cock through his pants. As expected it was fully erect, and she was pleasantly surprised at the size. Long and thick; she could hardly wait to feel it sinking deep into her.