Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

I moved so my body shielded us. Allie realized what I’d done and raised an eyebrow. I cupped her smooth pussy. After a moment she caught my dick and began stroking gently. Her breathing quickened as I teased her hidden clit. She was wet already, and not from the pool.

The sound of the girls in the background eventually brought us back to reality. Allie released my semi-hard cock, and I withdrew my finger from her pussy.

“To be continued,” I said in a low voice.

“Not soon enough.”

I silently agreed, and Allie inhaled a couple of slow breaths. Her arousal cooled, and my dick softened to normal. I glanced over my shoulder, but the girls weren’t paying attention to us.

I grinned roguishly. “See? I told you.”

“Yeah, I guess. We got away with it… this time.” Allie’s expression softened into a smile. “Today’s been really nice. Thanks again for inviting us.”

“It’s what I do.”

“Mmm. And later, I’ll do what I do.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Looking forward to what?” Carly asked. “Dinner?”

My mother’s laughter echoed in my mind, Little girls have big ears.

Allie covered her mouth to hide her own laugh at my utter disbelief. Carly had heard us over the sound of the shower hitting flagstones, the older girls talking, the dogs’ tags jangling, and everything else.

Un-fucking-believable.

Allie’s eyes crinkled agreement, and I smoothed my expression before I turned to face the girls.

“What about dinner?”

“You said…” Carly’s frown deepened. She knew we’d been talking about something else, but her suspicions bounced off my dad armor.

Emily and Madison moved from under the shower and left it running.

“Come on,” Susie said to her friend. “He’ll never tell you what they were talking about. He does it to us all the time.”

I rewarded them with a bland smile.

“See?” Susie said. “Ugh!”

“Speaking of dinner…,” I said, “where do we want to go?”

We eventually decided on the Cheesecake Factory. It wasn’t my favorite, but I’d learned to pick my battles. Besides, the portions were so large that Emily might actually get enough to eat.

Twenty minutes later we were all dressed and shod, brushed and combed, lotioned, potioned, and assembled in the kitchen. Susie had even brought the new Beyoncé CD for our listening pleasure. The dogs circled in excitement, their tails thwacking indiscriminately.

“Sorry, guys,” I told them. “Humans only.”

Molly took it in stride, while Spike and Buck sat obediently, licked their chops, and double-teamed me with puppy-dog eyes. I had a heart of stone, but that didn’t stop them from trying.

“It’s okay,” Susie told them. “We’ll bring you a snack.”

“We’ll see,” I said. “Now c’mon, I’m getting hungry.”

We trooped out to the garage, climbed into the Denali, and drove to town. Dinner was about what I’d expected, but the girls enjoyed it. Sometimes that was enough.

We stopped by Allie’s house on the way home. She and the girls packed bags for the night, along with things they’d need for dance camp in the morning. The place was hotter than ever, especially after being closed up all day. The family cat didn’t seem to mind, but the humans did.

“Oh my gosh,” Susie complained, “that was disgusting.”

“Try sleeping there,” Carly said.

“Ugh. No, thank you. Hurry up, Dad, start the car.”

I did, and the air conditioning blasted with hurricane force. We let it wash over us for a moment before I backed out of the driveway.

“Hey, Dad,” Emily ventured, “since it’s so hot—?”

I knew exactly where she was going, but I still couldn’t believe it. She’d eaten bread, a salad, and an entire plate of pasta. Then she’d polished off a piece of cheesecake that rivaled Stone Mountain for size. Yet she was still hungry? After all that? She must have been going through a growth spurt.

“—can we stop for ice cream?”

The rear of the car erupted with a chorus of pleas, even though the other girls had eaten cheesecake too. Granted, they’d shared a single piece among them, but it clearly hadn’t hit bottom yet.

“What do you think?” I asked Allie.

“I’m full,” she said.

“So?” Madison complained. “We aren’t.”

“Yeah, we’re starving!” Carly said from the back.

“Starving!” Susie agreed.

Allie couldn’t help but laugh, although she glanced my way and sketched a nod.

Four sets of eyes bored into the back of my head.

“He’s gonna say yes,” Susie stage-whispered to Carly.

“How d’you know?”

“I just do. Trust me.”

She sounded so much like me that I couldn’t help a smile.

“See?” she said triumphantly.

“All right, we’ll stop for ice cream,” I said. “But cups instead of cones. And we’ll eat at home.” I had to maintain at least a pretense of being in charge.

The back of the Denali erupted with talk about flavors, and Allie shot me a speculative look.

“On second thought…,” she grinned.

“Oh? You want some after all?”

“Mmm, but I want the special cream.”

* * *

I tried calling Christy when we got home, but it went straight to voicemail.