I nodded. “Yes.” I looked up at Dean with a smile. “He will.”
Jeremy gasped. “Wow, that’s cool. Dean has dragon tattoos on his back. They’re fighting, but Dean says the good dragon wins because that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
I looked up at Dean, raising my eyebrow. I remembered that night all those years ago. The night he told me the bad dragon wins.
“That is the way it should be.” Dean kept staring at me and my heart rate picked up.
For a brief moment, I looked down and spotted the lotus flower on his shoulder. It was then I remembered. “Thank you for the flowers.”
Dean smiled. “You’re welcome.”
More staring commenced. Wow, I would never tire of that.
Jeremy tapped my shoulder. “Can I go in the pool now?”
I snapped myself out of it and looked at Jeremy. “Of course, but you have to have sunscreen on.”
“I already did that.” Dean gazed down at me with a smile.
“Are you coming in with me?” Jeremy expectantly looked up at Dean.
Dean ruffled his hair. “Of course, grown-up, but I have to do something first. Will you help me?”
I looked over at Tara with a frown and she shrugged. I didn’t have long to wait. Before I knew it, Dean bounded over and scooped me up in his arms. Tara and Jimmy laughed and Jeremy giggled.
“Put me down!” I protested.
Dean looked down at Jeremy. “What do you think, grown-up? Should we throw her in?”
Dean fist-pumped the air. “Yes!”
“Jeremy, how could you?” I looked down at him and smiled.
“Will you help me take Mum to the pool? She’s a little heavy.”
I slapped Dean on the shoulder. “Hey! Watch it.”
Dean winked at me and leaned into my ear. “I’ll be doing a lot more than watching it later.”
My pussy burned with anticipation. If it wasn’t for the fact we had a little someone watching, I would have taken him in for a kiss. I so wanted those lips on mine.
I was so caught up in our stare, I didn’t even notice Dean was standing by the edge of the pool.
“Are you ready, grown-up?” Jeremy nodded.
“Don’t you dare! I still have my dress on!” I shouted, but it was no use.
Jeremy took the other side of me and Dean started swinging. “One, two…three!”
They threw me in and I landed with a big splash. I screamed, but all that did was make Jeremy laugh even harder. In fact, everyone was laughing.
I wiped my wet hair from my eyes. The water was cold, but it was nice in the heat of the day. “That was not funny, guys!”
Jeremy giggled even harder and ran towards the pool. “Geromino!” He splashed beside me and water went everywhere. Dean soon joined in and water was being splashed all over me. The ruckus and the giggling stopped as I gave them my best unamused look.
Dean looked at Jeremy for a moment. “Your mother looks beautiful when she’s wet, doesn’t she?” He looked back at me with a cheeky wink and I knew what kind of wet he really meant.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “You are so dead.”
Dean looked at me challengingly. “I can’t wait for when that happens.”
“Dean, will you throw me?”
Dean looked over at Jeremy and nodded. I took that as my cue to get out of the water. “Don’t you throw him around too much, Dean. He’ll get sick.”
He nodded with a wink. “Yes, Mummy.”
I huffed, splashed water his way and Jeremy giggled again. Once I was out of the pool, the water from my dress went everywhere. I looked over at Tara and shook my head. “Boys!”
Tara laughed. “You can’t live with them and all that.”
“It would be too boring!” Jimmy shouted with a wink.
“Amen to that!” She saluted with her refilled glass of Prosecco.
“When did you get that?”
Tara winked. “Jimmy went and got it for us while all the ruckus was going on.”
I walked over to the table by the lounge chairs and picked up my glass. “Thanks, Jimmy.”
He turned around from the barbecue and saluted me. “Don’t mention it.” He then placed some meats on the grill.
“Are you okay over there?”
Jimmy turned. “I got my beer,” he motioned with one hand. “And I got my turning device. I’m all set.”
I laughed. “You mean your tongs, Jimmy.”
He raised them up and clicked them together. “Those are the ones. Unless you’re talking about Tara’s tongs. I could do a lot with them.” Jimmy winked at Tara and she laughed.
“How’s my Johnson doing, Jimmy?” Tara yelled. I didn’t have a clue what the hell she was talking about.