3: Aleksei.


    My Gina does not like puzzles.


    She fidgets now in the passenger seat like a bird in its nest, unable to getfortable. Which means I cannot settle, either, because herfort is my calling. I do find the way she huffs and peeks over at me from beneath her eyshes rather adorable, however, so I''ve decided to let it continue a little longer. She will have the information she seeks soon enough.


    Revealing my intention to keep Georgina was not part of my n, but I''m a man at the end of his tether. My notorious patience is thinning with every mile I drive. Keeping myself restrained around this girl was never easy, but now that I can see light at the end of the tunnel, I find my desperation to im Georgina growing stronger by the second. To a level of hunger I never knew existed and doubt I''ll ever extinguish.


    Her palms travel down her bare thighs then back up. A nervous gesture, but that doesn''t stop it from hardening my dick. When I make her my wife, I will allow the skirts. But I will take her wearing these tiny creations as a signal she wants to be fucked until they''re soaked straight through with my cum. Then she can decide if she still wants to wear them in public.


    If I want to make it to our destination, I must cease these thoughts, but I know from experience that it''s impossible. She is my obsession and has been such for longer than I would admit to a court ofw. Quitting breathing would be easier than stopping my thoughts of her beneath me. Finally. Her virgin blood staining the sheets of our bed.


    Georgina sits forward suddenly. "I didn''t pack my favorite pajamas. The long red shirt with the pocket - "


    "I packed it."


    "My copy of Anne of Green Gables?"


    A memory of her curled up beside me reading the book makes my throat feel funny. "Done."


    She''s quiet for a beat. "What about my spare pair of reading sses? I always lose the first and I need a backup until I find -"


    "They''re in the bag with your... lotions."


    "Oh. Thank you, Aleksei." She goes back to rubbing those thighs. The ones that will be living around my waist very soon, but not soon enough for my sanity. "So, um. What did you mean back in the driveway? About never leaving me. Did you mean that...figuratively?"


    My lips press together to keep from smiling. Six miles. She made it six miles without giving in to her curiosity. Too bad I have to make it another two hundred miles without giving in to my impulse to fully exin my intentions. "I meant it the way I meant it."


    I feel her low hum deep in my stomach. "I don''t like that answer."


    "You are only satisfied with full exnations."


    "That''s because I''m a normal."


    Again, I suppress a smile. "You don''t find me normal, angel?"


    She tilts her head and peruses me with lively green eyes. "Definitely not." Her jiggling right leg tells me this line of questioning is far from over. When it finally stills, I nce over to find her cheeks pink. "Aleksei, you...touched me."


    At the reminder of her taut ass fitting perfectly in my hand, the teeth of my zipper bite into my swelling cock. "I''ve touched you many times. Do you not recall what happens when there''s a thunderstorm and you crawl into bed with me?"


    A puff of air leaves her lips. "You''re just so w - warm."


    Memories of Georgina tucked tight against me, her hands dangerously low on my belly, make my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. That long red T-


    shirt she calls pajamas is so threadbare could feel her nipples rake my sides every time she breathed. Oh yes, she''s tried to y games with me many, many times. I''ve cursed my refusal to break vows on more asions than I can remember, but I''m a marof my word. I can only hope she will appreciate this about me one day. Tomorrow would be nice. "I''m d my temperature pleases you, Georgina."


    I can hear her quickened breathing across the car. "Brushing my neck identally with your fingers when tying my bathing suit or...rubbing my back when I''m sick...that''s not the way you touched me in the driveway. That was different," she finishes in a whisper. "Did you like it?"


    Heat kicks me low in the gut. Years of forcing myself to treat this girl like a niece has taken its toll. How can I resist talking to her about sex? About the off-limits body she''s been tempting me with since I was hired by her father?


    When I finally answer her question, my voice is nothing more than gravel.


    "You''re asking me if I enjoyed having your smooth little cheek in my hand, knowing there''s a tan line that shes diagonally, right across the center" A rumble of hunger moves in my chest. "There''s a reason I never remove my overcoat while you''re swimming in that green mind-fuck of a bathing suit, angel. My cock is so stiff, you could use it as a second diving board."


    Her knees shoot together, and I barely check the urge to reach over and pry them apart. To see if my confession made her panties wet Don''t do it. If I see any evidence that her virgin cunt is prepared for me, I''ll pulfover and breed her on the hood of this car. "B — but you. she sputters. "You''re the one who bought the green bathing suit for me."


    "I assure you, Georgina, that bathing suit was all for Uncle Aleksei."