Page 29 of Slippery When Wet

All of that could be donated for all I cared.

Abby Rivas was going to be my most prized possession.

Our eyes connected, and she stood straighter, bravely letting me see her completely. My mouth watered.

“You coming in?” she asked, breaking the sexual tension you could cut with a knife.

Before I could respond, Abby stepped back, and I frowned wondering where she was going or what she was up to. Not that I got the opportunity to ask. She started to run. Fear and worry immediately coursed through my system. She ran and jumped right into the water.

In the deep end.

I didn’t wait.

I didn’t think.

I jumped in, with clothes and all, right after her. Worried she would pop up above the water freaked out and scared. But I should have given my brave princess more credit. Instead of fear in her gaze, it shined with nothing but glee while she grinned and giggled. Even so, I swam to her as fast as I could and pulled her naked form into my arms.

“Jesus, Abby! You okay?”

“Perfect.” She laughed, and fuck if she wasn’t right. My girl was perfect. Perfect for me. “You cheated,” she pointed out, her body relaxed and pliant in my embrace. The sight of her so happy, so carefree was fucking humbling. She trusts me. She believed in me enough to put herself in a vulnerable situation in an environment she wasn’t exactly comfortable in.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused as hell while my heart rate slowly returned back to normal.

“You didn’t skinny dip.” Her eyes shined with joy, and I coughed a chuckle. Jesus, she was a pistol. And she is all mine.

My hands wrapped around her waist, and she let me carry her, much like she did the day before at the city pool. The only difference was that she was naked, and she was most definitely right.

I’d fucked up and was stuck wearing too much.

“I’ll fix that right fucking now,” I muttered, pulling her to the shallower end of the pool. I didn’t let her go until I knew she could touch the ground comfortably. I yanked my wet clothes off and tossed the heavy material to the edge of the pool, piece by piece, including my work boots and socks, and didn’t stop until I was left in nothing but my own birthday suit.

“This better, princess?”

“Hmm.” She pretended to think for a moment and then shook her head. My brow rose, and she grinned. “I like being in your arms.”

“What do you call me, princess?” My voice sounded raspy. I had no idea why I was pushing her to call me what I needed her to call me, but I was. In the back of my mind, I knew I was rushing her, pushing for too much, but if she was intimidated or felt pressured, she didn’t show it. She simply stepped forward, the swells of her feasts bouncing above the water.

“I liked it better when I was in your arms, Daddy.” She might have spoken softly, but it was with a steady confidence. I moved toward her and pulled her back into my arms. Abby wrapped her body around mine, her pretty feet resting at the small of my back.

In this position, her ass was just above my hard aching cock. The motherfucker strained like it was dying to get inside of her. We might not have been lined up against one another, but I could feel the heat of her pussy against my body even with the cool water that surrounded us. My chest heaved up and down heavily like I’d been doing a fucking triathlon.

“Why does this feel so right?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if she’d meant to say the words out loud or not, but I didn’t care.

“Because it is.” One of my hands slid up her arm and held her face. “Jesus, look at you. Everything about you is so fucking soft.”

“And wet,” she teased. Her hips ground against mine. I couldn’t take much more. “Slippery.”

“Abby,” I warned. Thankfully, my princess listened. “You’re mine, Abagail Rivas. You gotta know that. “

“You don’t care about our age difference?”

“I won’t lie to you. I had my reservations, but none were about you. I worried you deserved someone better, younger. Someone who could… I don’t know, understand what fetch is.”

“Fetch?” Her lips twitched. “I’m pretty sure that’s a Mean Girls reference, and that’s more from your time than mine.”

“I like this sassy side,” I murmured.

“I’m not usually?—"