Heated Summers

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Antonio

With the lack of machines to help the incredible tension that plagued his body to ease, Antonio decided to result to another means of exercise. Sadly, it didn't include the thrusting of his body into a deliciously tight little female.

"Where are you headed?" His uncle questioned from his spot on the couch. The man's eyes didn't flicker towards his nephew, but remained firmly on what Antonio assumed to be a crossword puzzle.

"For a swim," he snarled. He was surprised at the guttural sound that escaped his mouth. Perhaps it was all the strain of fighting his body which demanded to see his uncle unconscious. Or maybe it was being in a constant state of arousal that was bringing out the animal inside of him.

His uncle slowly lowered down the newspaper and fixed him a look of barely veiled amusement.

"Perhaps you should go later," Jim advised not-so-helpfully, a wicked gleam entering his eyes.

"Not fucking likely," Antonio grumbled, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. When he drew in a deep breath, feeling his lungs tingle with the woman's groin-tightening scent, he shuddered. "I'm hot, tired, and-"

"Angry?"

He growled.

"Horny?" His uncle grinned.

Antonio replied with a mature flip of his middle finger.

Jim waved him off, chuckling humorously. "Go. Before you burn this house down with your ire."

Antonio's jaw clenched tightly. Insurmountable rage coursed through his veins. His body was burning fiercely, unnatural heat suffocating his lungs and limbs, creating a sluggishness that he neither understood or appreciated. He didn't normally think of himself as a violent person - his uncle aside - but the emotion seemed like it was wrapping itself around his body tighter than a lovers embrace. He thrummed with repressed tension, muscles coiled tight like a snake ready to pounce on its prey, yet he seemed unable to find an outlet for the emotion to express itself through. Only snippets of it showed its unpleasant head when he snapped irritably at his uncle, who seemed to understand his internal torment and accepted the harsh words without blinking. It was unbelievable how that only seemed to piss him off more.

Antonio stormed out of the too small cabin. His first step outside did little to abate his ever boiling body temperature. The cool air skipped along the surface of his skin, teasing him with its promise of relief before cruelly bounding off, rising up to tickle the nape of his neck with his rapidly growing hair. Stalking his way angrily through shrubs, trees and other natural life, he stewed over his lack of control over his body.

It was fucking ridiculous, he thought, how turned on he was. Never had his body been so responsive to a woman before. Sure, he desired them but never had he felt like a rutting beast whose only thought was to posses the object of his obsession. He always prided himself on his self control, his aloofness of his impact on the opposite sex. Where had that so-called self control gone? It deserted him in his time of dire need. For Dios sake the woman wasn't even near him and she was driving him mad! Her thick, honeyed musk lingered on his tongue and nose. He hadn't even tasted her - not a small brush of lips - and he was acting like a fucking addict.

And she's fucking your uncle, the unpleasant voice in his mind sneered ugly. You're getting worked up over your uncle's woman.

And the older man knew it too. Antonio caught the calculating, knowing look his uncle constantly viewed him with. The past two days Antonio tried his damn best to keep away from the sexy little minx, but he could never control his reactions whenever his uncle was in the room. All Antonio wanted to do was beat the man senseless and whisk away his woman - a woman too beautiful to be wasted on him. On both of them, actually. Antonio never claimed to be a better man than his uncle. Hell, his uncle was probably a thousand times the man Antonio could ever hope to be. It didn't diminish his resentment towards the man, however.