"I don't know how to swim," I said as we walked onto the back deck where the pool awaited. "I'll teach you," Bailey said, smiling over her shoulder. "First, I need to clean out some of the gunk from the storm." After scooping up dead leaves and bugs until the pool looked pristine, Bailey jumped into the pool. "There's a secret to swimming," she said, giving me a wink. Tossing off my shirt, I didn't think about how much I hated to go shirtless outside of the cage. I just walked into the water and returned her bright smile. "What's the secret?" "Friction." Before I could ask, Bailey slid her wet body against mine. "Lots of friction," she murmured, grinning wildly. The moment my hands went to her ass, her legs wrapped around my waist. "I feel like I might drown. More friction might be necessary." When I nibbled at her shoulder, she went soft in my arms. Getting cocky, I tugged at the strap of her bikini with my teeth. "Shit," she muttered and I knew we had company. Glancing back, I found Kirk watching us while Sawyer gnawed at an ice cream. "Screwing my daughter in the pool," he said, exhaling cigarette smoke. "I like a man with balls." Bailey frowned. "We're not screwing." To ensure the moment was truly awkward, Bailey slid her hands up and down my chest. Nothing made a guy piss his pants like having his nutty girlfriend feel him up in front of her scary dad. "We're going out to Longhorn's for dinner tomorrow night. Brass Balls can come with us." "Thanks, Pop," Bailey said, grinning like her hands weren't on my ass. "We're grilling and your brothers are here." Sawyer grinned at me then Bailey. "A man should die with a full stomach." Snorting at his kid's comment, Kirk took her hand then walked away. Bailey watched them leave then looked at me. "I was going to fuck you in the pool," she whispered. "You're going to get me killed."