“The time is never right. Give me a heads up of when you’re going to do it, and I’ll make sure he’s nice and buttered up first,” I say, wagging my eyebrows.
“Oh jeez.” Chloe dips her spoon back into the ice cream, which is almost gone.
“What the hell are you girls doing inside?”
“Hey, baby.” I turn to Lincoln and wrap an arm around him. “We’re eating ice cream. Want some?”
“No. Your brothers are outside grilling steak. You’re going to ruin your appetite.”
“Meh.” Claire shrugs. “Steak is overrated. Ice cream is happiness.”
“This ice cream is empty.” Lincoln grabs the now-empty tub from the counter and tosses it in the trash. We all groan at him.
“There’s more where that came from, you know,” Claire taunts.
Lincoln lifts a brow. “Trevor just took his shirt off. He’s getting ready to jump in the pool.”
“See ya, girls.”
Claire hightails it out of the kitchen, and Tess is close behind her.
“Where are you going?” I holler.
“To ogle Trevor,” Tess says, tossing up a hand. “And if I’m lucky, the rest of your brothers will take their shirts off too.”
“Is Rhett in the pool?” Mo asks Lincoln.
“Sorry, he’s manning the grill.”
“Oh shit.” She scoots her chair back and stands up. “I better go check on him. He thinks he’s the griller in the family, but trust me, he’s not.”
“Wanna swim until our food is ready?” Chloe asks.
Abby shrugs. “Why not?”
When they disappear, I’m left with Lincoln.
“We’re finally alone,” I say, sliding my hands up his chest.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He captures my wrists and pins them behind my back.
“If you wanted to restrain me, all you had to do was ask.”
His cock grows thick between us, and I wiggle just enough to get a better feel. Lincoln groans.
“You little minx. Maybe tonight.”
“How about right now?” I coax.
“Trust me, baby. I would love to tie you up, bend you over this counter, rip these pants off, and pound into you from behind.”
I squeeze my thighs together.
“But,” he says, ruining my dreams. “My dad is out there, and I really don’t want to leave him alone for too long. This is the first time he’s meeting your family, and you just never know what’s going to come out of the man’s mouth.”
“You’re right. He’s seems to be doing good, though. Is he enjoying himself?”
“Probably a little too much.”