Page 133 of Five Fingers of Death

It was fucking hard as hell to control myself, but somehow, I managed to keep my tongue in my mouth and my dick in my pants. That is, until she slid her hands along my waist, dusting her fingers over my abs in the process.

I sucked in a breath and forced myself to back down. “This is not the place,” I muttered, gently pushing her back before I mauled her.

“We should…” She cleared her throat and stepped back, eyes darting around as if she just realized where we were. “I’ll go check on Carli while you…” Her eyes darted down to my cock for just a moment before she turned and scampered away.

I heard Johnny’s low chuckle before he appeared at my side. “Man, you have your hands full with that one.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered, discreetly adjusting myself so I didn’t scare all the kids around here with my cock jutting out.

“When did she get so…bold?”

I had no fucking clue. “Not sure. Don’t know yet if I like it or not.”

Again, he laughed at me. “Maybe it’s a good thing. She’s stepping out of her shell.”

“Fuck, I think I liked it better when she was in her shell.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“No,” I sighed. “But why did it have to be today that she decided to wear a fucking bikini? Christ, every man around here wants to fuck her.”

“Not me,” he answered immediately. “Then again, I only have eyes for Tahlia.”

I appreciated that. I’d hate to kill him after how long I’d known him. “Where is—” I stopped talking the minute I looked at him. Hell, he was worse than me. He was wearing jeans with his cowboy boots and a hat. No shirt. “You know we’re at a waterpark, right?”

“So?”

“So, how the hell are you gonna go down the waterslides in jeans and boots?”

“Never said I was going to.”

“You’re gonna make Tahlia do all that?”

He grunted, not answering. “I don’t wear swim trunks.”

“It wouldn’t kill you.”

“Don’t give me that shit. I saw you leave in your jeans. You didn’t want to do this any more than I did.”

“But I’m here,” I pointed out. “In trunks. Fuck, Johnny, you still have mud on your boots. Is that cow shit?” I asked, getting a closer look.

“One of the neighbors needed help this morning,” he argued.

“Since when do you help neighbors?”

“Since I thought it might get me out of doing this shit,” he grumbled. “Alright, what are we doing here?”

I cocked my head at everyone running around, seemingly enjoying themselves. I didn’t get it. “It looks like you just…splash around and shit.”

“Why do kids need us for that? Can’t they do that on their own?”

“According to Carli, it’s supposed to be fun for me too.”

Jack called to us from across the park, waving his hands at us. He was all decked out in his swim gear, carrying Parker around on his shoulders and smiling like a lunatic.

“What the fuck is he smiling about?” I grunted.

“Looks like he’s all domesticated and shit.”

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