Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret #8)(34)

"You need sunscreen too," Julie said. "I don't want you getting wrinkles."

Jacob chuckled. She'd probably heard that from her mother, but he found it humorous that a four-year-old would have such concerns.

"Allow me," Jacob said, taking the bottle from Amanda and squeezing a healthy dose into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to distribute the lotion between them and then worked the sunscreen into Amanda's sun-kissed shoulders, her graceful throat, the back of her neck, and-after peeking at Julie to make sure her attention was elsewhere-the tops of her lush breasts. Amanda released a breathy sigh as his fingertips rubbed her warm, pliant flesh. She leaned closer, and he lowered his head, craving her kiss and the feel of her body pressed against his.



       
         
       
        

"Daddy, did you bringed me a drink? I'm thirsty!"

Amanda jerked away and after discreetly rubbing her arm over the erect tips of her breasts, began to rummage through Julie's bag again. Jacob admired the curve of Amanda's ass as she bent over the trunk. That and the long graceful lines of her legs. The woman had amazing legs. They looked especially fantastic wrapped around his waist as he drove his cock into her hot, slick pussy.

Holy hell. Jacob rubbed a hand over his face, trying to clear the erotic images suddenly bombarding his thoughts.

"Apple juice?" Amanda asked, holding up a juice box for Julie to see.

"Yes, please. I want to do the straw."

This behaving himself stuff was going to be far more of a challenge than he'd anticipated.

"Daddy, hurry up and put on your sunscreen," Julie advised while she held the juice box against her belly and jabbed the little foil circle with a pointed straw. She was soon slurping juice and watching a family with six small children unload from a minivan.

"Allow me," Amanda said with a devilish grin as she filled her hands with the thin white cream.

Dear lord, did she have to stare up at him with her gaze full of longing and promise? He couldn't take it.

Amanda's hands were cool and slick against his heated fleshed as she took care to make sure every inch of his exposed skin was fondled-er, covered with fragrant lotion. Amanda squatted at his feet and ran both hands up his right leg from ankle to knee and then up the leg of his shorts. The father corralling his flock of kids toward the only visible building walked into the bumper of a car as he gawked at them. Julie waved at each of the passing kids, oblivious to the spectacle her aunt was making of her father.

"I think I have enough sunscreen," Jacob said, his voice raspy with arousal. He crouched and captured Amanda's shoulders in his hands, drawing her to her feet. It took every shred of his willpower not to crush her body against his and devour her mouth as she stared up at him beguilingly.

"What about your other leg?" she asked, blinking at him with faux innocence.

"It will just have to burn," he said.

By the time they'd collected everything, Julie had finished her juice and wanted to hold onto Amanda's left hand and Jacob's right so she could swing between them. Jacob couldn't help but grin at the cute giggles his daughter produced each time her feet flew out from under her as she placed complete trust in her companions.

They entered through the gift shop, a smallish wooden structure that reminded Jacob of an old general store. Julie was immediately drawn to the stuffed animals and bestowed on him the look of longing she knew he couldn't resist. "You can pick one on the way out," Jacob promised. "You don't want to have to carry it the entire time." 

"I didn't know you were volunteering today," the friendly woman behind the counter said to Amanda.

"I'm not," Amanda said. "I brought my niece and her father for a visit. Thought I might get them the backstage experience if it's okay with Margie."

"The backstage experience?" Jacob had thought he was the only one with such privileges.

Amanda grinned at him. "You'll see." She opened her purse to grab her wallet, which sent Jacob scrambling for his cash supply.

"I got this," he said. "My treat."

"You don't have to pay," the cashier said. "God knows you do enough for this place."

"We insist," Amanda said. "And we'll also buy three bags of sheep pellets."

Sheep pellets? Jacob paid their admission and purchased three little brown bags that were stapled shut.

"What is this?" Julie said as one of the bags was passed to her.

"Don't you want to feed the goats and sheep?" Amanda asked.