Chapter 3
THREE
Jack
I want to clutch my chest it hurts so fucking bad.
But my hands are busy gripping Layla’s slick calves as she rides my shoulders, tangling her fingers with Arianna’s as they both struggle and giggle trying to push the other off.
It’s hard to fucking breathe. Her cunt is rubbing on the back of my neck and if I could grow a tongue back there, I damn sure would, because her scent is about to push me over the edge. When she and my daughter came bouncing out of the pool house changing room, the desperate need I’ve had for her over the last couple years multiplied exponentially.
Carter about had a heart attack when he saw the scraps of fabric and thread she called her bathing suit, but fuck if it wasn’t like Christmas morning for me.
I could have watched her for hours just walking around. The way her ass cheeks spilled out of the bathing suit bottoms, the way her tits had that perfect amount of jiggle and movement, the way every inch of her perfection was on display.
If Carter wasn’t her brother, I would have gouged his eyes out for even glancing at her. She’s my Venus and I want to put her on a pedestal and admire her for the rest of my life.
She feels so soft sitting on my shoulders, her little toes curling as she play fights with Arianna and my dick has never been so fucking hard. I run my hands up over her knees, telling myself it’s so I can get a better grip on her, help us win this fight.
That’s bullshit.
I want to touch her everywhere, but right now, it’s her pussy pressing against me that has my insides tangled and my mind racing.
Another inch upward. It’s still okay. It’s for the game.
Liar.
Another few inches and I slip my hands over the tops of her wet thighs, holding her at the cleft where her hips bend and my fingers brush against the wet fabric between her legs.
Her muscles tighten against the sides of my neck. Jesus, I’m this close. One thin piece of fabric is keeping my fingers from touching the holy fucking grail. Her feet shift, her calves against my sides, toes locking around my back, and I swear she’s humping herself against me.
The girls grapple and shift but fuck, yes, she’s rubbing herself on me harder, faster, I can feel it in the way her body and legs tense, then soften, over and over until my dick is ready to burst and I feel the heat of her ripe cunt blossom against my skin.
This is killing me and just when I can’t take it another second, I swear to fucking god she moans, her body does this little shaking convulsion, I feel her start to lose her balance and a second later, both the girls go tumbling and splashing into the water.
Did she just fucking come on the back of my neck?
Jesus, please, yes…
I press my hand where her cunt was just a second ago, feeling the warmth and the slick wetness that doesn’t feel like pool water. I slip my finger back, rubbing my hand over my mouth taking a deep inhale as my fingers press under my nose.
Fucking yes. That’s not pool water, it’s her. The scent sends me spinning and every fantasy I’ve had about her starts to race through my mind, making me growl.
“You a sore loser?” Carter gives me a questioning look.
“No. I’d say it was a draw,” I answer, my voice stuck in my throat as I struggle to breathe. The last fucking thing I care about is the outcome of the fight.
Carter runs his hands down his damp face, watching the girls come up spitting out the pool water and pushing their wet hair back.
“Cheater!” Layla feigns anger.
“What? How did I cheat?” Arianna tugs at the top of her suit, adjusting the fabric, and as protective as I am about her, I’m just as protective about Layla, whose tiny triangles barely cover her hard little nipples, making my cock ache and my mouth water.
Her eyes drift to mine and she gives me a little shrug and a smile, her cheeks pink from the sun, and I wonder if she can see the lust in my eyes.
I move away, turning because I’m a thread away from reaching out and ripping that teasing swimsuit from her innocent body and mounting her on my dick right here in front of my daughter and my best friend.
I’m losing it and I need a second.
“Are we playing again?” I hear her say and I clench my jaw.
I want nothing more than to have her touching me again, but after three games, I’m at the limit of what a mortal man can take.
Thank God, Carter answers before I have to. “Sorry girls. I have to hit the road. Got to get up to Bend before four.”
“Daddy.” I hear Layla say and my head spins around to see her looking at me even though I know she was playfully addressing her brother.
“Don’t call me that,” Carter grits out, looking at Arianna who is looking at me and my head starts to spin.
“Yeah, he has to go and I have work to do too.”
It’s a lie.
Sure, I could go to my office and work, but there’s nothing pressing. I made sure I had my crew and staff organized for the next few days down at the marina so I was free to be here at the house with Layla.
The girls both groan and fall back into the water as I make my way to the steps. Carter has already pushed up and out of the water, grabs his towel, wrapping it around his waist as he heads inside.
I can’t do this. Carter trusts me. I don’t, but he does.
“Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest,” I hear Arianna say as I wait until Carter is inside the house to come up the steps. There’s no way to hide the massive erection that’s pressing out on my swim trunks and even after what I think just happened in the pool with Layla, I don’t want my best friend to see the effect his sister has on me right now.
I shake the water from my hair, glancing over my shoulder as I walk across the warm cement of the pool deck and reach for my towel. Arianna dives under the water as Layla shoots a look my way, her eyes dart down, pupils dilating, and her puffy pink lips fall open as she gets an eyeful of my thick cock.
I don’t look away. Instead, I reach down, give the swollen shaft a squeeze through the wet fabric and watch her swallow, making my balls tight.
Arianna bursts back up and out of the water, swimming to the side of the pool, and I casually drape the towel around my waist as Layla looks away.
“I better go check my phone.” Arianna sits up on the edge of the pool, squeezing the excess water from her hair before standing and grabbing her own towel. “Waiting for Margaret to let me know if the orientation for new teacher counselors is still tomorrow at four.”
Margaret Murphy runs the camp where she’s going to be teaching this summer. I’m proud as fuck of her. It’s not just her smarts, it’s her compassion, the way she wants to give back and help. The camp is a scholarship sort of deal. Kids from lower income school districts that want to get in on some top-notch STEM activities. The pay is shit, but Arianna doesn’t care and I’ll spot her whatever money she needs anyway. She’s scheduled to leave tomorrow afternoon. Me and Layla will drive her down to camp which, now that Carter is leaving today, means Layla and I will be here alone after we get back.
That thought has heat gathering in my gut. I know I need to make her mine but she’s so fucking young, so perfect, and my best friend’s sister too. I keep telling myself she’s off limits, knowing no matter what happens, I’ll protect her and look out for her for the rest of my life.
Arianna disappears into the house, leaving me biting the inside of my cheek until it bleeds to keep from nutting in my swim trunks as I watch Layla floating on her back in the water, her tits practically falling out of her bikini top and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.
“Dad…” Arianna stands in the sliding glass doorway, looking down at her phone.
“Yeah?” I sniff, pulling my gaze from the goddess in the pool, moving behind the table, hoping to hide my hard-on from my daughter.
“Margaret called. She would really like me to come tonight if I can, not tomorrow. There’s a special meeting first thing in the morning she wants to have, and she wants me to do a little presentation to the other counselors. She thought she told me, but I don’t remember getting the message.”
“Sure,” I hear myself say, but inside my head, sirens and warning bells are going off.
“I can take her.” Carter comes through the door. “I’m driving anyway, I can take the loop south, drop her off, then head up to my training.”
I can’t see straight. I hear the sound of the water moving and catch Layla emerging from the pool out of the corner of my eye.
“I, um, I…” I clear my throat, trying not to look as Layla steps beside me, her body dripping water onto the cement.
“Oh,” she says, her voice taking on a curious edge. “I guess that works out…we can get a head start with your work then?”
She turns, her eyes searching my face.
Carter and Arianna converse in hushed voices, but I don’t hear what they say. My knees are about to buckle and the vein in my forehead is throbbing along with my cock.
“Okay, I’m going to get my stuff ready.” Arianna twirls back inside, her wet hair hanging down her back.
“Cool. We need to head out right away if I’m going to drop you and still get to my deal on time.” He turns to look at Arianna. “Should be fine if we get going right away. Chop, chop. Get your stuff and let’s hit the road.”
She skips away as Carter flashes me a look.
“You take good care of my little sister while I’m gone. If you don’t, I’ll kill you. But, I’m sure you know that.” He chuckles, disappearing back into the house behind Arianna, and I feel like I’ve been drenched in fire.
“Well,” Layla sidles up beside me, her silver-gray eyes darkening as she licks her lips then leans in. “Guess you’re going to take good care of me then...”
The world shifts under my feet. I want to grab her, bend her ass over and swat her so hard she yelps as she wiggles, then fuck her until she screams. The feelings she’s lit inside of me for years boil to the surface with sudden intensity.
I’ll take good care of you, little girl. Believe that.
You have no idea how Daddy is going to take care of you.