all american | lance tucker

ch. 50 • talk about it

Cara's P.O.V

God, I needed that. So badly.

"Are we just going to waste our whole two day vacation having sex the whole time?" He asked. His head was resting on my chest underneath my chin, and his chest was still heaving. Nobody tell Marshall's mom we had sex on the dinner table.

"Honestly, I'm okay with that."

"No, we're not going to have sex the whole time." I said obviously. "I was just taking advantage of you."

"Oh, good to know." He kissed the side of my head before getting up, stretching his hands over his head and standing in the sun coming from the huge window in the front of the room. Naked.

"Mm, you're so handsome." I crooned, leaning out of the bed to stare at him. He rolled his eyes, rifling through his bag.

"Soak it in. I'm putting on my swimsuit and going fishing in the boat." He pulled on his black swim shorts as he talked, adjusting them and then slipping on his flip flops. "You coming?"

"Sure. Give me a second."

"I packed the swimsuit that has the cutouts in the top." He grinned wickedly.

"I always have nip slips in that top." I complained, getting up and looking for it in my bag. I pulled it out, along with the bottom that had the chain sides.

"This is my vacation in the Bahamas swimsuit. Not my cabin swimsuit." I muttered, putting it on anyways.

"One; this is a vacation. Two; you look so fucking hot in that swimsuit. I had to pick that one." He reasoned, handing me my flip flops.

"You just like nip slips."

"Well duh. My dad whipped me with a belt for looking up 'nip slip' on the living room computer."

"Harley looked up 'boobs' on the computer and then blamed it on my dad." I laughed at the memory. "Kids are curious."

"Someday our kids are going to look up boobs on someone's computer." Lance sighed, shaking his head.

"Are you going to get mad?"

"Of course not. I'll just teach them about clearing browsing history and not using the house computer." He scoffed. "I wish my parents would've let me have my space."

"So you're going to be okay with the kids watching porn?"

"Every kid eventually watches porn. Makes you more prepared for life." We had reached the boat, and he grabbed the fishing poles and set them inside before pushing the boat towards the river. The mosquitos weren't bad on the water, so I didn't put bug spray on.

"What about sex?"

"No. No one has sex ever. I have seen all the sex there is and my kids don't need it." He shook his head, helping me into the boat in the back seat.

"But you wanted to have sex when you were a kid, didn't you?"

"I had sex when I was a kid. Thirteen. And look where I ended up." He stepped in after me, making the boat shake so much I gripped the sides.

"Not too shabby. I had sex when I was sixteen, and even before then I was close. I just think they should be able to make their own decisions as long as they're safe."

"Yeah, you just wait until your daughters are walking out of the house in booty shorts and bralettes and see how much freedom you want to give them." He started to row away from the dock, the oars pushing against the current of the river. "I'm not becoming a grandparent before 50."