Of Wealth and Women, Part 3

Jace Holland startled when he felt a hand on his knee, and he looked in surprise to the woman sitting beside him. She had a sympathetic sort of look on her face, and there was an understanding in those beautiful green eyes.

"Sometimes, my daughter has very little regard for the consequences of her actions." Sophia Wayne said softly, looking pointedly towards the empty seat on the other side of Jace. Jace hesitated before speaking, but clearly Sophia understood the situation. She didn't need any explanation. Not long after ordering food, a little over five minutes ago, Skylar and that college guy, Cameron Beauregard, had both vanished. At nearly the exact same time, after a decent bit of looking at each other. And after the discussion about him that had happened back in the limo... it was clear there was some history between them.

"What's the deal between them?" Jace asked, trying hard for casualness. He wasn't sure how convinced Sophia was, based on the look she gave him.

"I don't think it's my place to give you the details, so I'll just say that they spent quite a bit of time together at events like this one over the years." Sophia said after a second, pursing her lips. "He was never really my choice of companion for her, but as far as I know, they never dated or anything like that."

That sounded good, but Jace knew all too well the kinds of things that Skylar did with boys who she wasn't dating. He was one of them, for example.

"Gotcha." Jace said quietly.

Sophia squeezed his knee consolingly, then released him and went back to focusing on eating. Jace's eyes flicked across the table, taking in the dirty looks that Ashton Beauregard kept throwing in Nathan Tower's direction. Charlie Tower had glared at Jace when he'd first arrived, but now the former starting quarterback just looked bored, more engrossed in his phone than anything else. Fleur Beauregard was the very picture of a proper wealthy woman, delicately eating her dinner with perfect posture, something that emphasized her chest quite nicely.

Jace's eyes moved next to Sera Beauregard, who met his eyes, a small scowl at the corners of her mouth. Jace resisted checking her out as he looked past the Beauregards, who were still conspicuously missing one, and his gaze shifted to the Calloway family. Lincoln Calloway was talking with Ashton about something, while Shreya was looking out towards the moonlit ocean, idly twirling a strand of dark brown hair around her finger. She must have felt Jace's gaze on her, because her eyes slid away from the lapping waves and focused on him instead. Jace gave her a sheepish half-smile, which she returned knowingly. And then, his eyes slid to the empty seat beside him, and London Calloway on the other side of it, sitting and eating quietly.

It seemed like Skylar had been London's only friend at this event, and she'd gone running off with Cameron, so that left the junior alone. Jace mentally chided himself. He was not jealous, he did not care who Skylar did anything with, he didn't own her, and she sure as hell didn't own him. She'd made it painfully clear on multiple occasions that they weren't an item. This was just one of the first real times Jace had to confront that fact. Maybe some day, the heiress would want to settle down, but Jace wasn't going to sit idly and wait. Skylar had another thing coming if she thought that was the case.

"How's the salmon?" Jace asked London, shaking off his thoughts of Skylar. If she wanted to go get fucked in a bathroom stall or whatever they were doing, that was her prerogative.

London looked startled to be addressed, but she cleared her throat as she nodded. "It's good."

"Good." Jace said, nodding as well. London's wide, slightly nervous brown eyes were fixed on him for the moment, and Jace supposed he better say something so that this didn't get real awkward.

"How's varsity cheer treating you?" Jace asked, taking another bite of his food. He'd gotten a shrimp pasta, pretty close to a shrimp alfredo, and it was really good. Sophia had recommended that one, and she knew her stuff, damn.

"It's good so far." London said with a small shrug. "I haven't done any games yet, though."

"Oh, first one this Friday then?" Jace asked.

London nodded. "It sounds like it."

"You excited? Nervous?" Jace asked, though he privately thought the latter was the likely answer.

"A bit nervous." London admitted, confirming Jace's guess. "I know the routines, but there's a lot more pressure for senior games. The junior squad does not get the same kind of crowds."

"Oh yeah, I'm fully aware. Much smaller crowds at football games last year. There's still plenty of people, but it's not like the big Friday night football thing that the varsity games get." Jace agreed. "Say, you know Jayden Robinson? He plays on JV."

"Um, I don't know all the players, sorry." London shook her head.

"No worries." Jace said with an easy shrug. "He's just my neighbor, I was wondering how his games go."

"Oh, wait, is he Brooklyn's little brother?" London realized. "She shows up to a lot of JV games."

"Yup, that's him." Jace nodded. "Well, hey, I'll try and give you a wave on Friday if I see you."

"You play football?" Shreya inquired, leaning in from London's other side.

Jace couldn't help but glance at Charlie, who was glaring again. "Yeah, I'm the starting quarterback."

He fought to keep the grin from his face as Charlie glared down at his poor lobster.

"Very impressive." Shreya smiled. "Myself and my husband will be in attendance this Friday to support London, we'll keep an eye out for you."

"I told you you don't have to come." London grumbled.

"And I told you that I'm not missing my baby girl's first time cheering at a varsity game." Shreya smirked.

London looked like she wanted to bury her face in her hands, but it made Jace chuckle.

"My mom was the same way about my first football game. I'm pretty sure she dragged my dad there all the way from Coral Sands by sheer force of will." Jace admitted.

"Your father lives in Coral Sands?" Shreya wondered, resting her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm.

"He just works there." Jace shook his head. "Though he does spend a lot of time there. He runs a big real estate development company."

"Jewel Development Company." Sophia put in from the other side of Jace. "It's quite expansive, they've done some work for Wayne Incorporated in the past."

"And I suppose that's how you got yourself an invite to this riveting event?" Shreya asked wryly.

"No, that just comes from him being a... family friend." Sophia said, putting a hand on Jace's shoulder.

"He's as close to a brother in law I'll probably ever have." Sam chimed in from the other side of Sophia.

"Ah, I see." Shreya smiled. "You're Skylar's."

"I'm not, as she keeps reminding me." Jace said, unable to quite keep the bitterness out of his voice. He mentally kicked himself, he needed to be better about that. Shreya glanced between Skylar and Cameron's empty seats, and made an 'oh' with her painted lips.

That seemed to be what made Sera realize just who was absent from the table, and she started. "Daddy, Cameron's off with her again." she snapped.

Ashton looked away from his discussion with Lincoln Calloway, surprised, while Fleur groaned.

"I thought he was past that." she groaned.

"And what do you mean by calling my daughter 'that?'" Sophia demanded, her tone sharper than Jace had ever heard it.

"Oh, please." Fleur sighed. "Don't get so upset about this, Sophia. I only meant that Cameron has a certain image to maintain-"

"And my daughter is what? Trashy?" Sophia demanded. Jace watched the exchange incredulously, he'd never seen Sophia so pissed off before, even when she'd gotten into it with Sky.

"Well, she did inherit Jonathan's-" Fleur began, but cut off at the pure murder in Sophia's eyes.

"Alright, I think everyone should just take a breath." Lincoln Calloway said, holding up his hands peaceably.

"Uh huh. A breath." Sophia nodded, still glaring daggers at Fleur. "I'm going to go for a walk on the beach."

The CEO of Wayne Incorporated shoved her chair back and stalked away, crossing the empty balcony to the adjoining stairs and practically stomping down them. Jace and Sam exchanged equally stunned looks, and Jace realized that both the women he'd been sitting beside had left the table. Did he smell or something?

"I'm going to go find my son before he makes another mistake with that slut." Fleur huffed, lifting her napkin from her lap and setting it on the table's surface.

"I know I'm not part of this, uh, rich cabal or whatever you call it, but over in normal people land, we don't typically insult someone's daughter and dead husband in the same sentence." Jace blurted, unable to hold it back. He could feel Sam and London both turn and gape at him, which threatened to make him lose his nerve, but the sheer incredulity in Fleur's eyes spurred him on. She might be absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, but nobody bad-mouthed the Wayne family like that.

"Skylar's absolutely amazing, and Sophia is one of the kindest women I've ever met. All I know about you is that you and your daughter both like insulting people, and I don't think that's the kind of people I want to have dinner with." Jace said with some finality, and stood up. Fleur was gaping at him, as was Sera two seats down.

"I'm... going to leave now." Jace cleared his throat, and began walking for the edge of the balcony, where the stairs down were. Sam was grinning, and he held up his fist for a fist bump as Jace passed him, which Jace returned.

"You're welcome at Thanksgiving any time, dude." Sam laughed. "Best one of these I've ever been to."

Jace glanced at Fleur and decided he better skedaddle before her shock subsided. If her rage was anything like Sera's, he didn't wanna be here when that nuke went off. Jace hastily made his way down the steps, and it took him until he reached the bottom of the stairs to realize that he'd driven here with the Wayne family, and consequently, he had no way home until they left. He hesitated, but then walked down the boardwalk, heading towards the beach. It was dark, of course, but the lights from Trident and a couple other buildings along the shore, mostly restaurants and shops, lit it up somewhat. It was bright enough that Jace could see a figure standing alone in the sand, and Jace stepped off the wooden planks onto the sand, walking across it. The sound of the waves filled the night air as Jace awkwardly sidled up beside Sophia.

"Jace." she said in surprise, the hardness to her face melting into concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, uh, well... kind of. Not really. No?" Jace winced. "I... kind of told off Mrs. Beauregard. A little bit. OK, a lotta bit."

"You what?" Sophia asked, a startled laugh escaping her lips.

"Well, uh... she was pretty rude to you, and she said some really uncool things about Skylar, so I... said something about it." Jace said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

"She said something about Skylar after I left?" Sophia's brows furrowed.

"Well, yeah." Jace admitted.

"And then what did you say?" Sophia asked, her eyebrow lifting.

"Oh, well, I may have implied her and her daughter are kinda bitchy, and I definitely said that they weren't the kind of people I wanted to have dinner with." Jace winced. "It sounds bad saying it like that, but I was just really angry, you see-"

"You don't need to explain." Sophia held up a hand, a smile curving upon her lips. "I'm not upset. I would have said much worse if I didn't excuse myself."

"I'll be honest, I, uh, I didn't think you were so... fiery? That sounds kind of wrong, I just mean you're usually pretty nice." Jace sighed. He was not doing well with his words in this conversation.

"I have my moments." Sophia muttered, looking out towards the glow of the restaurant. "Tell me, what did Fleur say about my daughter?"

"Oh. That. Well, she called Sky a slut after you left."

"That bitch." Sophia shook her head, scowling, and Jace had to laugh.

"I'm sorry." Sophia said, looking faintly embarrassed. "I try not to cuss like that, I've got an image to maintain, but-"

"Hey, what was it you said? You don't need to explain yourself." Jace waved her away. "I've said worse."

Sophia snorted. "So I've heard."

She took a deep breath, then looked wistfully out at the water. "Jonathan was always the one people liked. He had this way about him, he could get anyone in a room on his side. I don't have that, I probably never will. I can't do what he did, get all of these people to harmonize their goals, their efforts. We've been so split up ever since he passed."

"I mean... the Calloways are cool, but I don't think I'd want to be that harmonized with the Towers or the Beauregards." Jace said under his breath, but Sophia laughed.

"Yes, well, the needs of our businesses and of the town come first in that regard. If only it was so simple to pick the people I work with." she said wryly. "I'll have a lot of smoothing over to do with Fleur after tonight, it seems."

"Sorry about that." Jace winced.

"Not your fault. Even just what I said would've necessitated it. She can be very petty." Sophia sighed.

"...how petty?" Jace asked worriedly. "Would she fire someone she knows I'm friends with?"

"Oh, that hostess?" Sophia recalled. "I would hope not. She's done pettier, but I hope she wouldn't take that step. If that happens, I'll try and advocate for her, don't worry. What was her name again?"

"Pen. Uh, Penelope Martinez." Jace corrected.

Sophia nodded swiftly. "I'll do what I can, if Fleur goes that direction."

"Thank you. I don't want Pen to be out of a job because I ran my mouth." Jace groaned.

Sophia gave him a small smile. "You know, you didn't have to come out here to check on me. I appreciate it though, I can see why my daughter likes you."

Well, it was debatable that she even did, but Jace decided not to point that out right now.

"I'm glad you're alright." Jace said truthfully. "I did come here to ask a favor though, um... I kind of left the dinner, and I don't have a ride home-"

"Oh! Of course, I'm so sorry. Take the limo, just tell Antonio to drive you home and come back." Sophia exclaimed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to strand you here if you need to leave." Jace hesitated.

"I'm positive. Take the limo, it's the least I can do for the knight in shining armor." Sophia smiled, a bit playfully, which was another side of her that Jace hadn't really ever seen before tonight.

"A knight probably has better manners, but, uh, thanks, Mrs. Wayne." Jace smiled.

"Sophia." she corrected him.

"Thanks, Sophia." Jace said, stumbling a bit on her first name.

"Least I can do." she told him, and she kissed his cheek. Surprised, Jace considered that a dismissal, and headed back up towards the parking lot, where hopefully Antonio would believe him.

———

Dana Holland let out a soft sigh of enjoyment, rolling her shoulders in the heated water of the compound's backyard hot tub. The sole other occupant of the hot tub, Evan, gave her a few minutes of silence to enjoy the hot tub, longer than she expected actually. He had a tendency to talk a lot.

"How's the water?" Evan finally broke the silent night, and Dana opened her eyes, half expecting to see that he had scooted closer to her. He hadn't, however, and still sat at the other end of the hot tub, bare-chested. Despite her recent revelations regarding her sexuality and her preferences for girls, she couldn't deny that she was also quite attracted to Evan. Hell, she'd very nearly sucked his cock back at the car wash a few weeks back. She'd gotten as far as putting her lips around the very tip before they'd been interrupted and she'd dashed off.

Something like that didn't happen by accident. And by the look in his ice blue eyes, he was likely thinking about the same incident.

"It feels great." Dana finally answered, splashing about a bit as proof. "I've got a jet massaging my back, too."

"Hey, these hands are always available for massage services as needed." Evan grinned, holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers.

Dana laughed. "I'll pass, thanks. Appreciate the neighborly concern."

"Oh, any time." Evan waved a hand. His eyes never left her, and Dana felt a bit like a meal waiting to be consumed, but that feeling... wasn't exactly unwelcome. It wasn't often someone looked at her like that. Jayden did, often, and she and him and done quite a few fun things together because of it. Jayden looked at her with admiration alongside the hunger though, and Evan's gaze was pure want, enough to send goosebumps down her skin even in the heated water.

"Don't look at me like that." Dana huffed, folding her arms across her breasts.

"Like what?" Evan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like you want to eat me or something." Dana flushed.

"There's a certain part of you I wouldn't mind eating, but I'm overall against cannibalism. Call it a morality issue." Evan chuckled.

"Ugh." Dana wrinkled her nose. "Perv."

"I am." Evan admitted. "It's not my fault that I'm surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous women practically every second of the day."

"You don't have to hit on us so much though." Dana glared.

"Well, we're not all Jace." Evan shrugged. "Whatever voodoo magic he did or whatever genie wish he made, not all of us just have women falling at our feet."

Dana opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. Her brother was a bit of a slut, if she was being honest. Lots of girls were frequently in his orbit, and she knew well that he'd fucked quite a few ladies. There were probably more she had no idea about too.

"Well, there's this trick called being nice to women, too." Dana pointed out. "You could try that?"

"Have I ever not been nice to you?" Evan raised his hands. "Sure, I've been forward, but I've never been rude. The only thing you could possibly hold against me is how pushy I was at the car wash, but in my defense, well... let's just say there were some other circumstances at play."

There was something he wasn't telling her about the car wash that day, but Dana didn't really care about his secrets. She doubted they had anything to do with her anyway.

"Well, don't beat yourself up over it." Dana sniffed. "I'm a big girl, I made my own choices that day."

"Oh, so you do want to suck my cock?" Evan grinned.

"There you go being pervy again." Dana rolled her teal eyes.

"What? That was an honest question!" Evan protested. "Simple yes or no."

"I'm not sucking your cock tonight." Dana said carefully.

"But you do want to suck it?" Evan grinned again.

"OK, I'm going inside." Dana shook her head. She made no motion to move, but Evan held up his hands to stop her anyway.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop." he assured her.

There was a moment of quiet, before Evan glanced towards Dana's house and then back to Dana.

"So, you and Daisy seem to be fighting a lot these days." he mentioned.

"Ugh. I've basically stopped talking to her in general." Dana huffed, seizing the topic change. "She's always been high and mighty, but her being back from college on a seemingly permanent basis is killing me."

"Hey, I get it. I'm not exactly thrilled having Zoe around all the time, either." Evan grumbled.

"What? Zoe's great!" Dana exclaimed.

"And how many people like Daisy?" Evan raised his eyebrows. "Does that change your opinion of her?"

"You're right." Dana blushed lightly. "That's a good point."

"We argue like cats and dogs, too. Mom used to have to split us up by force." Evan chuckled. "One time years ago, I put gum in her hair, Zoe was absolutely livid. I slept with one eye open for weeks."

"Sounds like you're the real problem over in the Simmons house." Dana noted.

"Hold on, I only did it because I caught her pouring salt into my Gatorade." Evan protested.

"Zoe?" Dana asked incredulously.

"Zoe." Evan confirmed with a nod.

Dana was quiet for a moment, mulling over her rivalry with Daisy. She'd never really had anyone to talk about it with, as Danielle had declared herself Switzerland, Jace and Daisy had been damn near inseparable their entire lives, and Brooklyn didn't love anyone more than she loved her baby brother. Not a whole lot of people with good experience with sibling rivalry.

"I just don't know why Daisy always has to be better than me." Dana finally confessed. "Bad enough she won the fucking genetic lottery while I'm basically a garden gnome, she has to lord it over me for my entire life."

Evan did an exaggerated noise of surprise. "You?! A garden gnome? Dana Holland, you might need some fucking glasses."

"I'm not moaning about how I'm so ugly and unlovable." Dana scowled. "I'm just saying that Daisy is a tall, uber-sexy cheerleader captain with flawless golden skin, hair that is always perfect, boobs like Aphrodite, and an ass and hips to match. Meanwhile, I'm barely over 5 feet, skinny, and my tits are dwarfed by just about every woman I'm related to."

"Just because Daisy is.... all of that, that doesn't mean you're not a sexy piece of ass yourself. And before you call me a perv again, know that I mean that in a friendly, non-pervy way." Evan said, pointing at her as she laughed derisively.

"Sure. And you can't just say something pervy then say you didn't mean it like a perv."

"Sure I can." Evan shrugged. "And I don't know why you don't believe me."

"OK, let's play a game. Let's say in this hot tub, you have me, my mom, Daisy, and Izzy. Oh, and Aunt Daphne, just for kicks." Dana said, counting on her fingers. "Now tell me with a straight face that you'd pick me over any of them."

Evan let out a breath, opened his mouth, then closed it.

"Exactly." Dana scowled again. "Sure, I'm cute, but let's face it, I'm the least fuckable Holland."

Evan's mouth kept forming the starts of words, then giving up on them.

"Trying to come up with something consoling that isn't a lie?" Dana asked wryly.

"No, no. I was just gonna say that there's always sexier women out there, you know? Sure, maybe someone out there is the confirmed hottest woman alive, but for everyone other than that one specific woman, there's always someone hotter." Evan shrugged.

"Yeah, but my problem is that that hottest woman alive is my fucking sister, and she never lets me forget it." Dana grumbled.

"Hey, if it helps, your mom is way hotter than your sister." Evan said in what was maybe supposed to be a supportive way?

"Thanks?" Dana blinked, shaking her head in confusion.

"I just meant that Daisy isn't the hottest woman alive." Evan shook his head. "I guess that wasn't super helpful, but look, if you'll excuse me being pervy again-"

"I guess." Dana rolled her eyes.

"Well, you're really fucking sexy, and maybe you won't like hearing this, but I've been hard ever since you started taking off clothes." Evan told her, making Dana startle.

"What, really?" Dana asked, stunned.

"You want me to prove it?" Evan smirked, and Dana rolled her eyes again, remembering just exactly who she was talking to.

"Keep it in your pants." Dana huffed. "I was just surprised."

"Your name may not be Daisy, but trust me, you're fucking sexy." Evan told her firmly. "Very fuckable, if that's what you're worried about."

"You have to be the worst person I've ever seen at compliments." Dana sighed.

"I'm using your words!" Evan protested.

"Please, there is nothing about me that Daisy doesn't have but better." Dana rolled her eyes. "Tits, height, ass, hips, face, flexibility-"

"I bet you'd be a hell of a lot tighter." Evan cut in, making Dana cut off and falter, and she felt heat coming quickly to her cheeks.

"What?" Dana blinked.

"Look at you, you're so slim and toned and petite, you're a virgin, I assume, I bet you feel fucking incredible." Evan shrugged.

"You cannot just say that to me-" Dana coughed.

"Why not? You wanted proof you're better than Daisy, right? I bet she's not got anything on you in that department." Evan said, leaning back in the hot tub. "There's something."

Dana felt so much heat in her face and a stupid amount of heat swirling between her legs. It wasn't the hot tub, either.

"Such a perv." Dana mumbled, but it was lacking some gumption, even she could tell.

"I'm not perving on you, I'm just stating a fact." Evan said, holding her gaze. "And some guys love having tiny women on their dick. Makes it look bigger, you know?"

Dana shook her head, sending water droplets flying from the wet strands of her hair, which was dark gold from being soaked. "You're insane."

"Am I?" Evan raised an eyebrow.

Impulsively, Dana stood up. Evan's smug eyes traveled up and down her slender body, noting the flat, toned expanse of her belly, the smooth tanned skin of her legs, her slim hips, her soaked pale blue cotton underwear, and the valley that her breasts made in her bra. She may not be Daisy or Dani busty, but she had a very generous chest for her body type, which was a small mercy, somewhere around a high C cup. In some brands, she even toed the line of being a D cup.

Yet, Evan's gaze was looking at her hungrily, and the desire in his blue eyes only grew as Dana walked towards him. The only noise was the water as Dana strode through it. Her heart was hammering against her chest, and she was breathing hard as she, too quickly, reached Evan. What would Daisy do? Daisy would probably strip off her clothes and ride Evan to kingdom come, but she wasn't Daisy, no matter how much she wished she was. Though... maybe she could be just a little Daisy-like tonight.

Dana decided on instinct to sit down in Evan's lap, and from the surprised groan that burst from his lips as she settled against him, she could tell he hadn't seen that coming. Good. She wasn't some boring loser, she was still a Holland, even if she lacked the typical Holland body type.

"Guess you wanted that proof after all, huh?" Evan grunted, and Dana blushed when she felt something thick throb against her. She wasn't perfectly aligned with him, it had been a little hard to guesstimate in the water, but the thick length that pulsated madly against her thigh was unmistakable.

"I guess I did." Dana exhaled as she felt Evan's arms encircle her body. She half wondered if it'd bother her, but the only effect of his hands on her was a shiver down her spine. An aroused one. His hands trailed down her smooth back, and they very quickly moved south to squeeze and grope her bottom. A small little yelp escaped Dana's lips when he squeezed her cheeks, which made Evan snicker.

"Don't laugh at me." Dana pouted, and she pressed down deliberately against the bulge beneath her thigh, making Evan grunt.

"Shit, maybe you are a tease like Daisy." Evan groaned, and an irrational anger flooded Dana.

"Stop thinking about stupid fucking Daisy." Dana glared, reaching up to grip Evan's cheek, make sure he was looking her in the eyes. "... focus on me."

And then, to her own amazement, she kissed Evan. She reached up with her other hand, and she got water absolutely all over his face, but she was kissing him, and after a moment of surprise, he kissed back. It was like the kiss had lit a fire in him, as suddenly, he was full on mauling her ass, making Dana moan into his mouth as he grinded up against her, shifting his hips so that his impressive bulge ran along her thigh before it finally pressed right into her clothed pussy. This teased the most primal moan yet from Dana's lips as she let go of his face and threw her arms around his neck, fidgeting in his lap at the sudden desire flooding through her. She felt her breasts press into his muscled chest, another source of contact that had her heartbeat roaring in her ears.

"Ohmigawd..." Dana panted when they broke from the kiss, but Evan didn't waste a second, his mouth moving to her neck. His breath was hot on the sensitive skin of her neck, and she mewled into the night, head tipped up to the stars as she gasped for breath. One of Evan's hands left Dana's tight, perky ass, and she was temporarily confused, before a loud smacking noise filled the backyard, and a shrill yelp escaped Dana's lips as Evan spanked her.

"Couldn't resist." Evan grunted, before attacking her neck with new fervor, his tongue and lips working in tandem to kiss, lick, and suck on her neck. Without even realizing it, Dana realized she was grinding against the throbbing thing between her legs, and that just made her moan again upon realizing what her subconscious had set her body to work doing.

Evan's hand lifted to the clasp of her bra, and every part of her body sang with the implication, before suddenly, the backyard was awash in light. It hit Dana like a police spotlight, startling her. She jolted, making Evan grunt as she slammed pretty hard into his cock, and he let go of her. She slipped off him into the water, making a big splash as the bright light turned off, and she realized from the sound of voices what it had been. The Robinsons' headlights, shining through the slats in the wooden fence.

"Oh shit." Dana gasped. "Brooklyn's home."

"Do not do this to me. Not again." Evan groaned, and Dana gave him an apologetic look.

"I can't, not now. Brooklyn will probably come looking for me if I don't go to her." Dana explained. "I don't want her seeing... whatever that was."

"One of these days, I'm going to manage to cum before the sexy girl making me cum runs off." Evan sighed.

"What?" Dana blinked.

"Forget about it. Just go see Brooklyn." Evan waved his hand. Dana quickly climbed out of the pool, gathered up her clothes, and made it about ten steps across the yard before she heard her name. Dana turned back towards Evan, and saw he'd lowered his swim trunks, revealing his hard cock. It throbbed proudly under her gaze as Dana drank in the view of the thick, veiny cock that Evan had protruding from his body. It was of probably about average length, but the thickness was just... impressive.

"Don't you ever forget how fucking sexy you are, you hear me?" Evan growled. She swallowed hard, and nodded almost desperately before continuing to the Robinsons' back door. And if her hips swayed more than they usually did while her bare feet crossed the grass... who was there to judge her?