Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

“Oh, boy,” I said, “is it getting hot in here?”

“I dunno, you tell me.”

“Think I’ll take your advice and get out of the sun. I’m going over there.” I nodded toward the table and chairs on the breakfast patio. “You’re welcome to join me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

I waded toward the stairs and climbed out. The conversation had only made things worse, and my dick was harder than ever. Fortunately, my towel covered the bulge in my suit as I dried my face and chest.

I kept my back to the kids, but they were too preoccupied to notice. They’d finally run out of energy and were floating on pool noodles in the deep end. Even Spike and Buck had settled down. They watched me from the shade of the master bedroom patio without a care in the world, for my hard-on or anything else.

Allie moved beside me and picked up her own towel. She didn’t say anything, but I felt her presence like a hot wind. She was nearly my height, and I watched her chest out of the corner of my eye as she dried off.

She waited until I looked at her directly before she gathered her hair over her left shoulder and squeezed out the water. The trickle ran down her chest and disappeared into the valley between her breasts. Her nipples made little shadows in the material of her swimsuit. She gave me a coy smile and practically dared me to look.

“Hey, Dad…?”

Allie held my attention and wouldn’t let go, so Emily raised her voice with eleven-year-old impatience.

“Dad…? Dad…? Dad!”

“Saved again,” I said to Allie, who grinned. I put on my dad face and looked toward the girls. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Can we order dinner soon?”

“Of course.” I glanced at Allie, as a parent this time. “That okay with you?”

She shifted gears just as quickly. “Only if you let me buy. I still owe you for the drinks and ice.”

“Good luck paying me back,” I said.

Allie raised an eyebrow. The hairs were fine and light brown, but my brain didn’t stop there. I wondered about the rest of her, of course. Her swimsuit was modest enough, but I didn’t think she wore her bush au naturel, unless she was one of those women with sparse pubic hair to begin with. So, did she trim the sides? Shave completely? Wax? Something else?

All of a sudden she laughed, low and throaty.

“Yeah, I gotta stop that,” I said.

“Stop what?” she asked disingenuously.

“Like you don’t know. You’re as bad as Christy.”

“You said that already.”

“Mmm.” I decided to change the subject to something safe. “Is cheese pizza okay? For the kids, I mean.”

“Sure, or pepperoni.”

I nodded, and we walked around the pool toward the breakfast patio. The sun was still a couple of hours away from the horizon, although the house itself shaded this side of the pool. The air wasn’t any cooler, but at least we could pretend.

“What about you?” I asked Allie. “What kind do you like?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

She heard the leer in my voice and laughed, “Pizza!”

So much for parental, I sighed. “What can I say? It was worth a try.”

I spread my towel on the chair and sat. My dick hadn’t returned to normal, but it had softened to the point where it wasn’t so obvious. Allie sat as well, and her towel parted when she crossed her legs. The movement drew my eyes to a tanned stretch of thigh. Then I scanned upward, to her stiff nipples. She looked as sexy as ever, although she arched an eyebrow at my lingering gaze.

“Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled. “In fact, it’s nice to be noticed for a change.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re in danger of not being noticed any time soon.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Probably. Anyway, pizza. What do you like?”

“Whatever you normally get.”

“Veggie deluxe?”

“I thought Christy liked meat.”

“Not that kind,” I said without missing a beat. “What about you?”

“I like both kinds.”

“Oh, boy. We have to stop.”

“You’re right,” she laughed. “Sorry. I’ll behave.”

“Me too. Anyway, Giorgio’s has a pretty good special. It’s a bit of everything, including meat.”

“Perfect.”

I grabbed my cell phone from the table, flipped it open, and scrolled through my contacts. Then I hit the button to dial the restaurant. A girl answered and took our order—two cheese, one pepperoni, and one special—while Allie nodded along.

“About forty-five minutes,” I told her when I hung up. Then I called across the pool and repeated it for the girls’ benefit. “Hey, Em?” I added. “Do you need a snack before then?”

She thought about it but then glanced at the other girls and shook her head.

“Maybe yes?” I suggested. “A shake, at least?”

“I’m fine.”

“Five two,” I reminded her.

“Oh, all right.” She climbed out of the pool and found her towel.

Spike and Buck thought she wanted to play. They trotted around the pool and jostled for attention until Emily scratched their heads. Then Molly rose from her own patch of shade and moved to Emily’s side.

Spike was the alpha and larger than Molly, but he knew better than to come between her and Emily. Instead, he decided to check out the landscaping by the pool house. Buck followed, in case someone over there wanted to play.