Well, my left hand grabs a handful of his crotch.
And let me tell you… there isa lotthere to hold onto. I feel the air rush out of his nose as he grunts with the contact.
What a way to make an introduction, Lou.
Glancing up into the face of the man I have just unintentionally assaulted, my jaw drops open. The man isFine, with a capital F.
“Oh, fuck me,” I whisper miserably, dying inside a little more. His dark brows pull together over stunning blue eyes in a scowl, his lips pulling into a hard line, shadowed by a closely cropped beard and a mustache I’d like to personally take for a test drive.
A soft, small giggle reaches my ears, and I cringe as a little blonde head peeks around the tall stranger at me, face tear streaked. A second, slightly older girl appears; two hands clamped over her mouth as she fights another giggle. “You said the F word.”
“Like Dad doesn’t say it all the time, too,” a third girl mumbles from behind them all.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, if you could just do me a solid and open up the ground and let it swallow me whole right now, that would be wonderful.
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Zach
Her hand is still on my dick.
I can feel the heat of her palm through my jeans, through my boxer briefs.Fuck, don’t think about it, don’t get hard. Think about boogers, baby vomit, doing taxes,anythingelse.
My face pulls into a scowl as I concentrate on not getting an erection, though it’s nearly impossible with how close this petite thing is pressed up against me.
And that hand.Christ. Yep, still there.
Bailey giggles from behind me, bringing me back to the present.Shit,I forgot they all followed me over from our place next door.
“You said the F word,” she giggles, and then the woman’s eyes widen in mortification. Big, wide, beautiful green eyes that are framed with the longest brown lashes I’ve ever seen.
Abigail, ever the charmer with her twelve-going-on twenty-two-attitude, mumbles sourly, “Like Dad doesn’t say it all the time, too.”
Chloe sniffles, and I remember why I was coming over to talk to our new neighbor in the first place. Chloe leans around the back of my leg, her hand still clutching a fistful of the back of my shirt, and asks, “Are you a princess?”
Finally—dammit—her hands pull away from my body, releasing the grip on my dick that has definitely gotten excited over the attention it got, and I can’t help the heavy exhale that escapes me.How long has it been since a woman touched me there?
For the first time, I notice what she’s wearing, and the myriad of flowers stuck into the impossibly long blonde braid that has fallen over her shoulder.What the Disney hell is this?
Scarlet tinges her cheeks as she licks her lips, and my focus drops to her mouth. Big, full, rose-pink lips, and all I’m able to think about—because my dick is doing the thinking at this point—are those lips wrapped around—
“Umm, yeah, kinda,” she stammers weakly, breaking that train of thought before it gets any further down the tracks.She barely looks legal, you pervert.
She backs away, which means I have to release the grip I still have on her upper arms, and my fingers tingle from the contact. She glances down at our feet then drops to her knees to pick up the two bags she’d dropped. From there, she raises her eyes to mine and I’m fairly certain I black out.
Goddamn, don’t look up at me like that. From where I’m staring down at her, with her face upturned, throat arched, mouth parted…Yep. I’m hard. Fuuuck.
Color drains from her face, and she scrambles to pick up her belongings as I kneel down in front of her, clasping her hands between my own. She raises those wide green eyes to me, and I rasp out, “Breathe. They’ve heard worse, trust me.”
She laughs, the husky, nervous sound going straight to my dick, making it harder to concentrate if that is even possible, and she licks her lips again. “I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry for—for—”
The muscle in my cheek twitches as I fight the smile that threatens to curve up my mouth at the words she can’t bring herself to vocalize. “No apologies necessary.”
“Dad, did you ask her yet?” Chloe prods from behind me, her little finger poking into my back.
Those big green eyes bounce from my youngest’s face to mine, her delicate brows arching over those eyes in confusion.
I shake my head, speaking over my shoulder, “No, Chlo, not yet.”
