Page 37 of My Ex-Best Friends

When nothing did, I sighed. “Damn.”

Noah elbowed me. “Don’t wish for a show like that at my daughter’s birthday party.”

Colt groaned. “She needs to put that shirt back on before I have to kill the other dads.”

Sure enough, on the other side of the tent, a group of dads were standing together, not unlike us, watching Brooke closely. I scowled. We had the right to watch her. They did not. “Go over there and tell them to leave, Noah.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not going to do that. Keep your shit together. If you ruin Sinclair’s party, I’ll kick your ass.”

The last kid who’d been in Brooke’s line left and I pushed my beer into Noah’s chest. “I think I need to join the festivities with a little face painting.”

They both tried to paw at me to get there first but I shook them off and slid onto the tiny stool in front of Brooke, startling her.

Her lips parted in a wide smile when she saw me. “The kids I did for free. It’ll cost you if you want your face painted.”

I leaned in. “Name your price, little bunny.”

She took in a sharp breath and flushed but then she shook her head and laughed. “You’re bad.”

“Is that your price?” I smirked at her. “Because I’ll gladly be bad for you.”

Her hands shook as she picked up her borrowed art supplies. She twisted until her legs were between mine and she waspractically in my lap. Her tits swayed with her movement and she poked me with the end of a paint brush when she saw me staring. “Dinner.”

I rested my hands on her thighs when she stroked the dry brush over my face. The sensation was enough to get me half hard and I had to fight with my dick to keep it down. The venue was definitely not right for it to show up. “You want me to take you to dinner?”

She bit her lip and met my eyes briefly. “Yes.”

“Dinner it is.” I stroked my thumbs along the insides of her thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Brooke. This bathing suit is killing me.”

She blushed hotly and tapped my nose with the brush. “Watch your language. There are dozens of little kids running around.”

I leaned in even closer and pressed my mouth to her ear. “Then I definitely shouldn’t tell you that I want to fuck your tits and come on your face right now, huh?”

She let out a quiet moan and then went rigid. She slapped my shoulder and pushed me back into my own space. “Logan! Stop it or I’m going to paint a dick on your face.”

I licked my lips as I thought about yanking off her shorts and pulling her suit aside so I could eat her out. “Yep. Gotcha. Do your thing, baby.”

Despite scolding me, the grin on her face told me she liked it. Her nipples had pebbled and the outline was slowly killing me. She dipped her brush into the face paint and started. “For all of that, I’m painting you into a cat. Whiskers and all.”

“I’ve been told I’m more of a dog.”

“Hmm. A dog, huh?” She was focused as she worked but then she froze and narrowed her eyes at the smile on my face. “If you make a comment about doggy style, I’m kicking you out.”

I laughed. “Fine, woman. Paint my face and don’t let me have any fun then.”

She worked quietly for a few minutes and then leaned back with a happy smile on her face. “God, you’re even hot as a cat. It’s not fair.”

I knew my time was almost up so I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her surprised mouth. I needed those other dads to know that she was claimed. “Maybe I’ll keep the face paint on when I eat you out later. Just a little kitty on kitty action?”

She laughed hard, which was my intention, and kissed me before pushing me away. “You’re awful. That was terrible. Get out of Janet’s tent.”

“Who the hell is Janet?” I glanced over my shoulder when she pointed. Janet, the original face painter, was glaring at me. “Oops. Seems Janet didn’t appreciate my jokes.”

I stole one more kiss, tossed a dark glare at the other dads, and then rejoined Noah and Colt at the edge of the tent. I caught Noah’s arm when he tried to rush to take my spot. “Give me five minutes.”

They both groaned but walked farther away from Brooke with me. Once we were alone, I studied both of them. I was making what was probably an irrational decision under the pressure of extreme desire but it felt right.

“Spit it out, asshole. I need to get my face painted.” Colt realized what he said and groaned. “And then I need to go find my balls.”

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