Free Family (Men of Steel #5.5) by Mj Fields Page B

bobbing up and down so fast I was a little concerned with my well-being.
    “You like it in your ass girl?”
    She stopped, just like I expected, and looked up at me.
    “If that’s what you want honey. Just. Be. Nice.”
    “How about we try it after your shower?”
    “Mmm perfect,” She said between licks. “Honey, does it always take you this long?”
    “You can stop. Go shower. Relax and enjoy.”
    “Sure thing, honey. Can I get you a drink? A snack?” She waved her hands in flight attendant fashion, and I shook my head ‘no.’
    As soon as I heard the shower start, I jumped up and got dressed. I leaned into the bathroom.
    “Something came up. I won’t be able to stick around.”
    She leaned out of the shower and looked at me curiously. “Surely I should return the favor, honey.”
    “Damn it. I wish you could, but as I said, something came up. Maybe I’ll see you around next trip.”
    “I’ll look forward to it.”
    With that, I grabbed my bag and was out the door, dick intact. Fuck! This was not a good start to my relaxing vacation.
    Thank god the cab was waiting. “2272 North Atlantic BLVD, please.”
     
    ***
     
    I walked into the rental house and was pleasantly surprised. The view of the ocean was amazing from the first of two master suites, and I’m sure the other two rooms were just as magnificent. I threw my bag on the bed and flopped down beside it. I stared at the ceiling and laughed to myself.
    How the hell are you gonna learn to relax, O’Donnell?
    I sat up, pulled my shirt over my head, stood and shed my pants. I reached in my bag, grabbed a pair of board shorts, and threw them on. The realtor said there would be boards in the garage and I was dying to get out there and ride some waves.
    I walked out into the kitchen, and as promised, it had stainless appliances with granite counter tops. I couldn’t wait to cook. I worked so much lately, that opening a take-out container was the extent of my culinary creativity. I grabbed a flyer from the counter and decided to order groceries and have them delivered. I was gonna surf, drink, cook, and fuck all week long. Out with the new Abe and in with the old Abe.
     
    ***
     
    I sat in the ocean off the private beach watching the sunset. I missed this so damn much. Years ago, I won the Manasquan Big Sea Day Surf Contest three years in a row. It was basically a fundraiser for a group of local high schools surf teams; it was pretty damn cool. Hometown hero shit is what I miss when I’m CFO of a billion dollar business. A year in, and Steel is running like a top, but walking away scared the shit out of me.
    I paddled back to shore and dragged the board up the beach. I put it away and walked through the gate, but stopped when I saw the pool. I decided to take a dip to rid my body of the salt water. I was proud of my Irish heritage, but genetically my sensitive, fair skin had to be babied or I’d break out, and that wasn’t gonna happen. Five days from now, I’d be a golden tan and rash free when I returned to my office. I dropped trou and dove in. The water felt damn good, and alone or with someone, it didn’t matter much to me. Nothing felt as good as being naked in the water.
    I floated around enjoying my privacy. I couldn’t do this shit at the gym or at the shore. Conservative or not, there was something cool about my dick being free outside of my home.
    I thought I heard voices. When I opened my eyes, I saw three women standing around gawking at me. My ears hadn’t failed me.
    I quickly pulled my lower half under the water and swam to the opposite side of the pool. They all started giggling.
    “Something I can help you ladies with?”
    The blonde smirked, “No please don’t let us interrupt you.”
    She dropped her towel and jumped in.
    The blonde was laughing like a fool, and I tried not to look annoyed, but fuck, I was a little taken aback by what was going on. The dark skin brunette jumped in laughing, too.
    “Howdy neighbor,” she said