Chapter 8 Don't Call Me Uncle

• Uncle Jasper has been quiet, he keeps looking at me like he is waiting for something, but I’m not sure what. I excuse myself to the bathroom, not needing it, I just need a break from all my dad’s friends. As I step into the bathroom, my body is slammed against the wall.
• Spinning I face Uncle Jasper.
• “What are you doing Uncle Jasper!”
• “Don’t call me Uncle Harley, do you not know?” He looks at me like I’m crazy and I laugh. “Was this really made for you.” He points to my tattoo and I nod.
• “Yes, why? Are you going to tell me off as well, is my daddy not telling me it’s wrong enough?” I laugh and growls at me, and something inside of me just clicks and I almost moan. Hell, that was hot.
• “A few nights ago Harley, I was bored, waiting for a meeting and I visited a dance club.”
• My eyes widen, he was there. “Y…you saw me?” I need to make sure he doesn’t tell my dad.
• “You really have no idea do you?” He looks at me amused, his body pressed against mine.
• “Uncle Jasper, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
• “I said don’t call me uncle, I was in a private room. The woman dancing with me was amazing, she had a tattoo, right here, this exact tattoo, Harley.” Wait, my eyes widen, that was him?
• “Maybe someone else stole the design.” I know that’s useless, he doesn’t believe me.
• “Maybe, there’s another way to confirm it was you though.” His hand moves pulling down my top and exposing my breast. “And there is the bruise and bite mark from where I tasted you.” I moan and shake against his body.
• Hell if I thought the last few nights were hard needing to orgasm and unable to, this is worse.
• “So, what are you going to do? You can’t tell my daddy can you Uncle Jasper.” I smirk at him, he is trapped himself.
• “Don’t call me uncle, I won’t say it again. Nothing will be said, we didn’t know it was each other, so we act like nothing happened.” He turns and walks out, but I feel like chasing him and asking him for more. I mean, sure my dad would kill him if he found out, but there’s a chance he won’t.
• He pushed me right back on the edge and somehow now, it’s worse, because instead of seeing the mask, I see his face. I sort myself out and walk back through, sitting I try and keep my eyes off Uncle Jasper.
• “Okay princess, so who did you tattoo, you said it was a friend?”
• I nod and smile at him. Okay, it wasn’t a friend, but saying it was I was hoping he would relax and not worry so much.
• “So it wasn’t a friend, just some random you trusted with your body, that’s wrong Princess.” My dad looks at me shocked.
• “I don’t know Daddy, I quit like randoms.” I watch as Uncle Jasper chokes on his drink, his eyes glaring at me and I bite against my lip.
• “Princess, that isn’t funny. Stop getting defensive. I was about to say if you want any more done, ask, I will make sure that Diesel does them for you. That way I know they are done right.” I stare at him shocked.
• “Even if I wanted one on my butt or boob Daddy?” I fight back the laugh as Uncle Jasper glares at me.
• “Princess!” My dad looks at me and I laugh.
• “I’m joking Daddy, no stripping for tattoos I promise.” He seems to relax at that, I spend the next hour with my dad talking, and every now and then I say something which purposely taunts Uncle Jasper, and it’s worth it to see his expressions.
• Who knew taunting a biker would be so much fun? I say goodbye and leave, driving home I say a quick goodnight to my mum before going to my bedroom.
• After showering and drying myself, I wrap my body in the towel. Lying on the bed with the sheet over me I go back to that night. My body below his and how it felt when I finally had an orgasm. Why was it so damn good? I need to try again, try and relieve the feelings. I slip my hand between my legs and begin playing, imagining it is him, pretending it’s that night again.
• As my fingers move faster I get closer to the edge but I just dangle there, screaming for the release I need. I move, grinding against my fingers as I begin to feel frustrated. I hear my door and stop, quickly removing my fingers.
• I’m breathing heavily.
• “Uncle Jasper?” My question hangs in the air as he steps further into the room. Hell, my fingers are soaked and still between my legs. I stare at him confused. I watch as he sits on the bed next to me.
• “Look, you’re my best friend’s daughter. What happened at the club wouldn’t have had I known it was you. Stop playing games Harley, it won’t end well.”
• I nod, needing him gone and out of the room. “Fine, no games Uncle Jasper.”
• “Please, don’t call my uncle.” He looks at me and I laugh nervously, his eyes finally taking me in.