Joke's on You (SWAT Generation 2.0 6)

Bourne momentarily got stuck, and I used that moment of distraction between my brother and Dillan’s sister to kiss my girl.

She gasped, reached for my face, and held me to her as we kissed.

When I pulled away, it was to see her blinking rapidly.

She had a piece of grass stuck to her nose that was perilously close to her eye.

I reached forward and plucked it from her face.

“I need to go home and get changed,” I said. “You want to come with me? Or you want me to come back for you?”

She frowned. “If I go with you, I don’t think I’ll get ready to go.”

I knew exactly what she meant without her having to elaborate.

If we went with each other, she would definitely be getting some cock to go with her shower.

So yeah, best idea at this point was to shower separately.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes,” I growled.

Then levered myself up.

Seconds later, I had us both up on our feet, and my mouth on Dillan’s.

“Ewww, Daddy! You can’t kiss Aunt Dillan like that! It’s against the rules!”

I pulled away and looked down at my son. “Watch me.”

***

“Look at this picture that my sister got,” Dillan whispered in my ear.

I looked over her shoulder to see the phone that she had in her hand. She was twisting it my way so that I could see the photo.

It was of her, me, and Asa.

Asa was on my back, holding on for dear life. I was straddling Dillan’s body with my knees.

I had her arms pinned up high over her head, and only now that I wasn’t playing with her did I see the way that her t-shirt clung to her body. The way that her pants were molded to her body.

Oh, and let’s not forget how she felt underneath me.

I shifted in my seat and growled under my breath.

“I think I’m going to frame it,” she said. “Or blow it up canvas size and put it on the wall.”

I grinned at that.

I’d like that.

I’d like it a lot.

The idea of us having a family portrait hanging on her wall felt important. Like it was a step in the right direction.

“And who’s this?”

I blinked and turned to see my uncle Ace staring at me with confusion.

“Oh,” I said as I stood up and offered him my hand. “Ace, this is my girl, Dillan.”

Still, I could see his confusion.

Ace had met Delanie a handful of times, and I knew what he was seeing.

Their similarities.

“Delanie and Dillan are identical twins,” I explained. “Like Bourne and me.”

Understanding dawned.

“Ahh,” he said as he turned and held his hand out to Dillan. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Dillan grinned and held her hand out, her eyes a bit wide.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she said. “And that is…”

“Oh, that’s my wife, Codie,” Ace said, looking at his wife apologetically. “I forgot about you.”

Codie rolled her eyes and offered her hand to Dillan as well. “It’s okay. It’s rare that I ever get introduced. It’s nice to see that you have some manners, though.”

As my family and extended family trickled in, the tables started to fill, and the noise level started to ratchet up.

I was so busy worrying about Dillan’s welfare that I forgot to worry about my sister’s.

She’d never done well with large crowds—even if they were family—or loud noises. Both of which were well and truly happening at that moment in time.

Dillan saw it, though.

She kicked me under the table when her tap on my arm didn’t work and then jerked her head in Belle’s direction.

Asa was sitting next to her, chatting away.

And Belle, our poor girl, looked like she was about to pull her hair out.

Or worse, lose her shit.

“Asa,” I called out to my son. “Can you come here for a minute?”

Asa snapped his head up, nodded once, and crawled underneath the table toward me.

My father didn’t bat an eye at my son using his legs and knees to get him where he wanted to go, and neither did my mother.

One of my aunts, though?

She yelped when she felt a hand on her knee.

Belle stiffened even further.

“Hey, Belle,” Dillan called. “Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?”

Belle jerked her head in a stiff nod, then was out of her chair and around the table at the drop of a hat.

I patted Dillan’s thigh just as she was getting up to leave.

When I leaned my head back to look at her, she dropped hers down and placed a kiss on my lips. “I’ll be back when I’m back.”

And she was, over thirty minutes later, with my sister in tow.

My sister who had an ice cream cone despite her food sitting in the spot where she’d vacated that hadn’t been touched.

I looked at Dillan to see her licking her lips, obviously having enjoyed her own cone while she was away.