We spend a few minutes catching up on what's happening in our lives with him in Las Vegas and me in Chicago. Unfortunately, we don't get to see each other as much as we'd like.
"So, I have a question for you," I say, trying to start the conversation.
"I'm an open book. What’s on your mind?"
"How did you break it to your son that you were with his ex-girlfriend?"
Grant's quiet for a minute. When he doesn't say anything, I decide to fill him in on the details.
"I may have started something with my daughter's best friend, and I need to know how to bring it up to Gemma in the best way possible. Because there’s no way I'm walking away from Summer."
"Since you've made up your mind, that's a big part of it. I never told him the way I wanted to. He walked in, and it came down to me having to be open and honest about my feelings. It was weird for him for a while, but he was happy for us in the end. Be firm and don't waver. Any insecurity, and she’ll jump on it."
Just then, the doorbell rings, and my heart races. Summer has arrived. I thank Grant for his advice and get off the phone to answer the door.
Summer is wearing cut-off jean shorts showcasing those long sleek legs and a tank top. Beneath it, I can see her bathing suit. It's a teal blue bikini with all that gorgeous tan skin exposed. Not only should it be illegal, but it drives me crazy.
"Head out to the pool and relax. I'll join you soon."
I'm in jeans and a button-down shirt. It’s something casual I would wear to work because I'm going to play out this fantasy that’s been on my mind a lot longer than it should have been. After taking a deep breath, I go out to the back porch as if I’m getting home from work.
I find Summer stripped down to her bathing suit and swimming in the water. The huge smile lighting up her face sets my soul at ease. She's healthy, happy, and safe, which is all I could ever ask for.
"Have you put on sunscreen?” I ask as I walk up to the edge of the pool.
I can see the slight blush on her cheeks as she swims over to meet me.
"Get out and sit down. I'll go grab some sunscreen."
I run into the house to grab it, knowing she's horrible at remembering to put it on. When I get back, she’s sitting on the lounge chair.
Sitting beside her, I put the suntan lotion on her back, shoulders, and neck. Taking my time, I massage the tension from her neck and shoulders before squirting more lotion into my hand. I reach around her, rubbing lotion on her chest before slipping my hand under the triangles over her breasts.
"I... I don't think... you should be touching me there,” she says, feeding into my fantasy without me having to tell her.
"Lie down so I can get lotion on the rest of you."
Obediently, she does as I ask. I start at her feet and spread lotion onto her legs. As I get to her upper thighs, I rub up to the edge of her swimsuit bottoms but only give her a few light grazes of my hand. I slowly move up and rub lotion onto her flat stomach, covering every inch of her in lotion. The last thing I need is for my girl to get any hint of a sunburn.
Once I've rubbed in all the lotion, I let my hand lazily trail under her bikini, and I find her like I want her—wet. She clamps her legs together, gasping, and her eyes go wide.
"Have to make sure every inch of you is covered. Can't have you getting sunburned if your swimsuit slips, can we?" I ask as I run a finger through her folds.
"No, we can't have that," she pants.
Her legs relax enough so I can pry one finger into her."It would be uncomfortable to get sunburn on this beautiful pussy. Wouldn’t it? We can't let that happen." I add a second finger, and she moans, letting her head fall back.
I use my thumb to play with her clit while thrusting two fingers in and out of her, using my other hand to pull the triangle of fabric covering her round breasts to the side.
"Double-checking to make sure I got these beautiful tits covered," I say as I pinch one of her nipples and pull it taut before letting go.
Like last night that little bit of pain gets her even wetter. I do the same to the other nipple and press harder on her clit.
"Come for me, Princess. We can use that cream to protect your pussy. Come on Daddy's hand." I growl and pinch her nipple one more time, sending her into an orgasm. Screw the neighbors. I don't try to stop her screams of pleasure. Hell, I’m enjoying them.
As she relaxes, I put her swimsuit back in place and lick my fingers clean of her juices. I can't let it go to waste.
Without a word, I get up and make a plate for lunch. She eats it with a lazy smile on her face the whole time. When she's done, I take her plate and head inside to clean it up and save the leftovers.