Her breath hitches and nipples start to poke through her top.
“Ari, I have no shame in picking you up and taking you in that house right now straight to the bedroom. I’ll push my dick so deep inside you that you will feel me tomorrow. So tell me, who’s in control.”
“Reed, stop, people are watching us.” She tries to step away, but I hold her firmly.
“Are you going to pull a stunt like that again, Ari? You seem to need reminding, this body is mine. Every bit of you is mine. Just nod your head that you agree.”
It takes a few seconds but she does and leans back into me. If she is half as turned on as I am right now, she’s miserable too. “I seem to have a huge problem in my pants now. I’m going to take Davis further into the water and see if I can get rid of it. Give me a kiss.”
“What’s with all the PDA today?” she teases. “Is this part of your ‘operation’?”
“Depends, do you feel special, do you feel loved?”
“I do.”
“Then the answer is yes, it’s part of the plan.” I lift Davis and stroll painfully into the water hoping the cold water will take care of my raging dick.
Little fingers run down my arm and I crack one eye open to see a very happy little boy staring at me.
“Hey, little guy, whatcha doing?” I ask quietly because Ari is still asleep beside me.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
I silently groan because I’m exhausted. I motion to him to head to the kitchen and then climb out of bed.
Davis is in his chair waiting on me so I pour him some cereal and milk. I try to remember who all stayed here last night while starting the coffee. The blinds are closed, so someone must be asleep on the sofa. Jack and Sophie are curled around each other on the sofa bed, and thankfully, they are dressed. Luke is in Davis’s room so it must be Bobbie on the sofa.
I pull a slit in the blinds to see the amount of damage to clean and surprisingly it looks decent. “Ugh, can you shut that? My head is pounding.” Bobbie mumbles.
“Sorry, man, just surveying the damage. But it’s not bad.”
“What a freaking party.”
“Tell me about it. Good thing it only happens once a year.”
Last night Luke and I grilled about a hundred hamburgers and hot dogs. Once everyone ate, most of Ari’s work friends, Katy and her friends, and the soccer families went home. We put the remaining kids in the big room to watch a movie. We promised anyone of them still awake when the fireworks started could come back outside. The crowd was much smaller than earlier in the day, but we still had about twenty people here. The guys kept on with corn hole and golf ladder but the ladies sat back and talked. I was surprised that most of the teammates that came rented hotel rooms across the street. Jack brought out the bourbon and beer. Ari, in turn, started making martinis and we let loose. Fortunately for us, none of the kids were awake by the time the fireworks went off.
We turned on the music and the girls danced until one in the morning. Ari changed the music genres several times among rock, pop, and country. When Luke Bryan came across the speakers all the girls went wild and pulled the guys up to dance along too. Finally, a slow song started and I stopped anyone from changing it and took my girl in my arms. I swayed us to the music, holding her tight. A few others joined in but in my mind, it was just the two of us. When the song ended, I saw my mom wiping her cheeks out of the corner of my eye.
Everyone finally left and those staying at my house had to figure out their own sleeping arrangements. I locked up then went to find Ari. I must have taken too long because she was passed out in the bed with only one of my t-shirts on. I stripped down and crawled in beside her then fell asleep.
My sister never showed up but she blew up my phone all day with messages ranging from angry to sad. Mostly asking how I could be so cruel as to have a family party without all of my family.
The bedroom door opens and my mom walks out looking a lot more alive than I feel.
“You look tired.”
“I am, the last few shots got to me.”
“Well, go back to bed. I’ve got Davis and I’ll take him to the park or the beach in a while.”
“You sure? The house is kind of littered with bodies in every room.”
“We’ll watch cartoons in my room once he’s done with breakfast.”