She moved into me, her arms circling my neck, and she kissed me in front of her family. She kissed me like it was just the two of us.
My arms hooked around her waist and I squeezed her against me, and like always, I forgot about everything else when we were together.
When she ended the kiss, she looked at me. “You want to grab my ass, don’t you?”
I grinned. “Baby, you have no idea…”
The day was spent on the deck, eating burgers from the grill, playing board games, having beers and margaritas, and watching the kids play at the edge of the dock. Dr. Hamilton took his grandkids out for a short boat ride around the lake.
It was so easy to integrate with the Hamilton family. It was like I was one of them, when I hadn’t done anything to earn that acceptance.
Daisy didn’t hesitate to share affection with me in front of her family—especially her father.
She would hold my hand when we sat on the couches together, sometimes kiss me before she walked away, and introduced me as her boyfriend to Lizzie.
I hadn’t realized how serious this had gotten until that very moment.
When I realized we weren’t dating anymore.
This was a relationship.
After dinner, we sat on the patio together and made s’mores. Daisy was cuddled up in a blanket beside me, and she stayed close so she could stay warm. After I ate my s’more, she laughed at me then cleaned up the chocolate on my mouth with a napkin. “You have shit all over your face.”
“And you think you don’t?” I leaned in and rubbed my lips against hers so she could see the chocolate that smeared all over my mouth.
“Hey, at least I tried to help you. You just threw me under the bus.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin then moved to my mouth.
I rubbed my mouth against hers again, making the mess all over again.
She laughed. “Okay, hold still.” This time, she got me cleaned up as well as herself.
I felt a pair of eyes on me, so I shifted my gaze to look.
It was Dr. Hamilton.
He stared for an instant then looked away, directing his eyes to the fire.
Mrs. Hamilton placed her hand on his.
I noticed the way he squeezed hers in return.
Everyone got ready for bed, going to their bedrooms to get some sleep.
Mrs. Hamilton led me to my bedroom at the front of the house that had a view of the cars in the driveway. “Is this okay?”
It had a full bed and a small bathroom. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” I set the bag on the edge of the bed then turned to face her.
“Goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight.” I watched her go before I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and did my nightly routine. The lights were turned off, and I got into bed, the moonlight coming from the window above my bed.
It’d been a long day, so it wasn’t hard for me to get to sleep. The heat and sun exposure drained me to empty, and before I knew it, I was out like a light. I’d prefer to sleep with Daisy, but if her parents put us in different rooms, then they obviously weren’t comfortable with that.
That was fine with me. It would have been weird anyway, especially since I had to see her father almost every day at work.
The bed shifted, and I woke up.
Oh no.
My eyes opened, and I saw a curtain of dark hair on top of me. The sheets were pulled to my waist, and her nightdress was hiked to her hips, her panties gone.
Any other time, this would be so fucking hot.
But right now, I was afraid her dad would weigh down my body so I would stay at the bottom of the lake forever.
Her lips came to mine and kissed me hungrily, like it’d been a long time since we’d been together, when it was only yesterday when we’d screwed on the couch in her office. Her little body moved on top of mine, and she straddled me.
I grabbed her shoulder and steadied her. “Baby, you’re fucking crazy.”
She started to grind her wet pussy right against my dick. “And that’s exactly how you like me.”
I did my best to resist her spell, but that was pretty fucking hard when her pussy was so wet that I was already soaked. “No.” I grabbed her hips and forced them to still. “If your dad catches us—”
“He’s never caught me before.” She started to grind her hips again. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Jesus.
She pushed me back to the bed then slid down my length, releasing a quiet moan when she sheathed me to the base.
My eyes literally rolled into the back of my head. “Baby…”
Her hands planted against my chest, and she rocked her hips quietly, keeping the bed silent, rising up and down and arching her back dramatically every time. The thin straps of her dress fell so her tits were exposed, the silky material bunched at her waist.