“Wes!” she whisper shouts, “Please, stop. Nobody knows.”
“Then you stop.” I narrow my eyes on her.
She tilts her head toward Ivy and Lilah. “That’s different and you know it.”
I shrug. “You mind your business, I’ll mind mine.”
“Whatever. If you don’t make a move soon, she really will end up going out with someone else. Maybe even dry-hump them too,” she whispers.
I choke on my beer, and liquid flies all over the table.
Jesus Christ, she told Sophie?
My sister grins at me, then pushes out of her seat and walks into the house. I don’t miss the way Beau’s eyes track her the entire time.
I hear a playful scream, and I refocus my attention on Delilah and Ivy to see Ivy chasing my daughter around in circles. Ivy’s arms are out and flapping like she’s flying. Her mouth is open and she's letting out what could only be described as a guttural roar. The sounds she’s making are horrific. She eventually catches Delilah, and gently throws her to the ground, pinning her down.
She opens her mouth and breathes a loud “Ahhhh.”
She’s being a dragon, and she’s breathing fire. I’m a fucking goner for this woman.
“Daddy! Help me! I’m being burned alive!” Delilah screams at the top of her lungs.
I set my beer on the table, and look at my mom in the seat across from me. She flashes me a knowing grin and says, “I like her.”
“I know,” I reply.
“Daddy!” Delilah screams again, really putting on the theatrics.
I stand, scoot my chair back and start down the steps of the deck to the girl who’s the center of my universe, and the woman who’s not far behind. Ivy is still roaring and pretending to eat and burn Lilah, while Lilah giggles and screams, pleading for mercy.
I reach them in a few strides and my stomach flips when Ivy looks up at me through her lashes, where she hovers over Lilah.
She’s got the biggest smile on her face, and is panting softly.
“Are you going to slay me, Sir Knight?” she asks, humor lacing her tone.
“Get her, Daddy! Sabe me!” Lilah squeals.
I look down at Ivy, and wink.
“Something like that.”
I grab her around the waist, lifting her off of Lilah, and throw her over my shoulder. “You’re free Delilah, run!” I yell, and start off in the other direction.
Delilah squeals, getting up, and running back toward the deck.
“Nana, Papa, Daddy got the Iby Dragon!” She's belly laughing now.
“I see that,” I hear my mom’s voice distantly.
I grip the back of Ivy’s thighs to hold her in place so she doesn’t flip over, and run out into the middle of the large grass field. Slowly, I halt my steps once I realize Delilah has lost interest.
“You can put me down now,” Ivy says.
I look at her ass right next to my face in the tightest jean shorts known to man, down to her bare legs, then to her bare feet.
“I think I’m good right here, actually,” I respond.
