Desired (Wanted 6)

Christ, what is she going to do?

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and she squeezed my legs. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was positive she could hear it.

“Ari has very . . . very naughty dreams at night. Want to hear about one?”

My mouth went dry, and for a moment, I wanted to say yes. But the way she was looking at me scared the living piss out of me. So I did what I always do: I egged her on.

“Aw, isn’t that cute? Is this your attempt at being sexy, Ari? If so, you might want to work on it.”

The way her eyes narrowed down and she glared at me, I should be covering my junk.

“I hate you, Jeff Johnson.”

She pushed back and crossed her arms over her chest. That lifted her breasts, and my mouth actually started to water. Fucking water.

“Hey, what are you two doing in here?” Mark said, walking into the kitchen.

“Ari here was just about to tell me about a dream she had.”

She slowly shook her head and gave me the finger.

“Oh, you know what I dreamed about last night?”

Would it be terribly wrong of me to tell Mr. Peterson I couldn’t care less what he dreamed about, that I was far more interested in his daughter’s naughty dreams?

“What was that, Daddy?” Ari said with a smirk. It was almost like she had read my mind.

“Football.”

Before I knew it, we were lost in a conversation about UT football.

Once Gunner got there with Ellie, Mark had us both wrapped up in football talk.

Ari walked up and stood in front of her father, her back facing him as she looked at me and Gunner.

“Okay, well, I think it’s time for you two guys to take off. We need to unpack Ellie and get ready for graduation tomorrow, so you can leave anytime you want.”

She looked directly at me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She was still wounded from our earlier conversation. If she only knew how turned on she had gotten me.

“Arianna Katherine Peterson! We do not treat our guests that way,” Sue said.

I couldn’t stop myself. I fucking loved how adorable Ari looked when she was pissed off. So I offered up my own form of punishment.

“Yes, Arianna Katherine Peterson. You keep being so rude, and you won’t be invited to Ellie’s party tomorrow night.” I trailed it with a wink for good measure.

She walked up to me and bent over. Her lips pressed against the side of my ear. The way her hot breath trailed down my neck made my entire body shiver, and I knew she noticed. I was on pins and needles waitin

g to hear what she was about to say.

“Fuck. Off. Dickhead.”

Gunner and Ellie both laughed as my face felt like it was on fire. That’s twice she’d made my dick hard in the last few hours.

Ari had just tied up the game.

“Come on, dude. I have stuff I need to take care of anyway. We can stop and grab a beer on the way home,” Gunner said, hitting me on the back.

Making my way over to Ellie, I pulled her into a hug. When I drew back, I leaned closer to Ari and did the same thing she did to me. My mouth went to her ear. This time she was the one who trembled.