Tears! He is laughing so hard that he has tears.
I slowly smiled and started laughing.
“See! You can’t help but laugh, too,” Jeff said.
I quickly walked up to him and slammed my body against his. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life.
“What in the hell, Ari? Get off of me!”
Jeff tried like hell to get me off of him, but I was holding on like my life depended on it. We ended up losing our balance, and we fell to ground where I crawled on top of him and pushed his hands down and over his head. He slowly smiled as I felt his erection up against me.
He said, “He’s ready again.”
I couldn’t help but smile back as I rubbed myself against him. Oh god…I could totally—
“Ari…what in the hell are you doing?”
I snapped my head up and saw my father standing there with his hands on his hips, looking rather pissed.
Jeff pushed me off of him. He jumped up and took about three steps away from me.
Pussy.
“Dad, um…I was…well, we were…”
I looked at Jeff, who was clearly not going to offer to help me out with an explanation. It was then that I realized I was standing in my panties. Shit! Shit! Shit! I quickly pulled on my jeans and slipped my sneakers back on.
The whole time, my dad was giving the dirtiest looks to Jeff. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Jeff and I came down to see the horses, and I…I, um…”
My dad walked closer and stopped right in front of me. “Is that…horse shit on you?” He looked over at Jeff. “And why in the hell is it on you, too? What in the world were you two doing?” He instantly stopped talking.
He closed his eyes and let out a breath as he shook his head. “Okay, I understand you’re married with two kids now…but really? Sex in the barn…at your niece’s first birthday party?” He turned and looked at Jeff. “What in the hell is wrong with you, Johnson?”
Jeff’s mouth dropped open, and that was when I knew I was in trouble.
Don’t talk. Just don’t talk, Jeff.
“What? Why do you always assume it’s my fault?” Jeff asked.
I stepped in between Jeff and my father. “It’s okay, Jeff. Let’s just head on back up—”
My dad gently pushed me out of the way as he pointed his finger at Jeff. “Because, nine times out of ten, it is your fault.”
“Oh…oh, real nice. Well, it just so happens that it wasn’t my fault this time,” Jeff said.
I tried desperately to get him to stop talking. “Jeff, it’s okay, really. I’m sure Ells and Gunner can give us a change of clothes, and—”
“Why do you both have horse shit on you? And why was my daughter sitting on top of you, half-naked, you ass?”
Oh shit. Jeff has that look.
“First off, it was your daughter who propositioned me for sex in the first place.”
My mouth dropped open, and I couldn’t move. He did not just say that!
“Being the good husband that I am, I wasn’t about to let her down, so I brought her to the barn.”