"Sure." I get up and peel off my tank top, not missing the way TD devours me with his gaze. We obviously don't do anything while his girls are with him, but when he returns from the airport after dropping them off, it's always game time. And not the football variety. "Bean?"
"No. I think I'll see how the food is coming along. You guys have fun, though."
I jump into the water and suggest a game of Marco Polo, and all the girls are in, even Sabra who's at a tricky age where she can sometimes be 'too cool' for stuff like this. I let Jade catch me twice, which she loves. After a few rounds, Sabra suggests Chicken Fight.
TD looks at her, grinning but slightly perplexed. "Really?"
"Yeah." She adjusts her hair into a pony tail. "It looks like so much fun onLove Island."
Tex is fuming, and I can tell what he's thinking: why the hell is my fifteen-year-old daughter watching that?
I shrug, because what can I do? Things with him and Belinda are polite in front of the girls and remain icy and tense when they're not around. He's told her about me since he'd like to be informed if she was seeing anyone. She's fine with it apparently, but I am keeping my distance from her for as long as I can.
"Hey, Sabra. You ever watchedSurvivor? It'ssooomuch better thanLove Island.
She looks at me skeptically. "Is there, like, making out and stuff?"
"No, there isn't…" I'm momentarily defeated. Then I remember her favorite game. "It’s like Minecraft but with real people. You build shelters, form alliances, win all sorts of crazy challenges, and outsmart everyone without getting voted out."
"Ooh, okay. That doesn't sound too bad."
I grin victoriously at TD who is looking at me with nothing but love in his eyes. We play a few rounds of Chicken Fight before getting called over for food.
"To an unbelievably good first season," Kimball says, lifting his glass to toast the incredible run the Grizzlies are on, clinching a playoff spot in their inaugural season. "Go Grizzlies!"
"Go Grizzlies," we all reply, lifting our glasses of wine, the girls and TD raising theirs of iced tea.
The rest of the weekend flies by. After leaving the BBQ, we spend the night watching movies. It's Minnie's choice, so she goes withThe Addams Family, which I can't help but feel is her way of sending a not-so-subtle hint to me that she's set on me showing her a dead body.
The next morning, we have our usual brunch together at The Leafy Nook before TD drives them to the airport. I hug the girls in turn and help them into his oversized SUV.
"I'll be waiting for you at home," I murmur into his ear before giving him a peck on the lips as they leave.
"Good. I'm wearing your favorite jockstrap," he whispers back, and I can feel my ears burning, my mind filling with the image of TD's muscular ass framed by the red jockstrap I love so much.
"Drive safe, but hurry back," I say.
A few hours later, I'm in heaven. And by heaven, I mean buried in TD's ass cheeks, making out with his delicious hole.
"Come here," he says, tapping my shoulder.
I take one final, long slurp then make my way to his face. "Hey."
He grins, wiping a strand of hair off my forehead. "Hey."
"What's up? Because, not to be rude or anything, I have a lot of ass munching ahead of me."
His low chuckle fills the room. "That can wait. I need to tell you something."
"Okay. What's up?"
"I love you."
A sharp breath escapes me. It's not that I'm surprised he loves me. What's caught me off guard is the moment he chose to say it for the first time and the super casual way he said it. I thought he was going to bring up something about the girls.
Then again, it's such a typical, no-fuss TD thing to do. Why am I even surprised?
Despite my heart galloping a million miles an hour, I decide to match his tone. So I shrug a shoulder, casuallysay, "Yeah, I love you, too," then kiss my way down his slightly furry chest and over some rock-hard abs and start sucking his cock.
