Two hours later…
“Just one more beer!”
“No!” Devin snapped as he stumbled to the side, his hands cupping his damaged manhood as Danny stood there, holding Tinkerbelle in his arms. He struggled not to laugh as his cousins and their friends fell all over themselves, trying to scoop up all the alcohol and get it as far away from Jodi as possible.
“But I can’t watch the game without beer!” Jodi pointed out, desperately trying to get out of his arms and return to the couch and the bottle of beer she’d been sipping when he’d finally managed to track her down.
“Why don’t we go downstairs and watch the game?” Danny suggested, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Can I have a beer?” Jodi asked shyly.
“No,” Danny said, leaning down to kiss her before she could start arguing again, “but you can have all the soda you want.”
“Fine,” she grumbled, gesturing absently for him to carry her away, “but it better not be diet.”
He chuckled as he pressed another kiss against the tip of her nose. “It’s definitely not diet.”
One hour later…
Why couldn’t he drink diet soda? Danny wondered as he leaned forward, careful not to crush Tinkerbelle, and picked up his drink. Medication, beer, and sugar was not a good combination for his little Tinkerbelle.
“Let’s go swimming!” Tinkerbelle said excitedly as she wiggled and shifted, trying to crawl off his lap.
He took a sip of his soda. “No,” Danny said, using his hold on her to keep her lying across his lap.
“But I’m hot!” Jodi whined, renewing her efforts to escape.
“That would explain why you’re naked,” he said, taking another sip of his soda before he placed it back on the coffee table and leaned back, keeping his arm locked around her waist.
“It’s hot in here!”
“Uh-huh, that’s nice,” Danny said, shifting his arm until it was lying across her beautiful, bare ass.
“Please!”
“Not happening.”
“I hate you!” Jodi snapped with a pout, folding her arms on the throw pillow and plopping her head down on her folded arms in a fit of annoyance.
“No, you don’t,” he said, gently rubbing her back.
“I really do.”
“Then why are you naked on my lap?” Danny asked, continuing to rub her back and moving down to her bottom.
God, she had a great ass. It was so firm, yet soft, he mused as he ran his hand up towards her back, deciding that it would be for the best if he didn’t torture himself.
“Because you won’t let me leave!” Jodi snapped, but he’d noticed the way she’d settled down, seeming to relax beneath his touch.
“And the naked part?” Danny murmured, watching his hand glide over her back and bottom.
“It’s hot in here,” she muttered.
“The air conditioner is on,” he pointed out, smiling when she let out a long-suffering sigh.
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“Are you tired?” Danny asked casually, hoping that she would finally agree to go to bed so that he could slip back into the bathroom and take himself in hand before he exploded.
