Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

fingers into the strandsof hair that stuck to my forehead. He cupped my head and kissed me gently,moving against me in lazy seesaw motions, his face intent. “See, you’re notlistening again. I did.”

I nodded, gripping his trim hips withmy fingers, digging them in so that I held him tight and true. “Good. Good.”

“I want this. I want to see where thisgoes. I want you, Jenny. I want you,” he gasped, thrusting faster, hisrhythm more intense now. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sucked hisfinger into my mouth. I licked the tip with my tongue and sucked it hard enoughto make him grunt and then he was coming. His free hand shoved under my ass,lifting me. He came and I relished ever cry of pleasure from his lips. BecauseI had done that.

Chapter13

At the tavern, I relived those momentsin my head over and over. I could feel the small bruises on my breasts fromGil’s teeth thump in time with my heart. I’d even caught myself glancing atthem when I dressed for work. I pressed them with my fingertips off and on tofeel the sharp little flash of pain and then the dull thumping pleasure thatfollowed.

Carl sat with the band over in thecorner. His landscaping buddies bought rounds of beers and I tried to be calmand professional when I served them. Carl glanced at me one moment lookingchagrined, the next looking enraged. I could only assume that he wasn’t takingthe break up well at all.

I did my best to avoid him and whenthe after dinner crowd came rushing through the front door, it was easy to getswallowed up by the crowd. It was easy to not pay attention to Carl or hisgroup or even Tammy the slut who fucked everyone’s boyfriend.

“Careful. Don’t be too judgmental,” Ireminded myself with a snicker.

“Who you talking to?” John asked,grinning.

“Myself. I am old and senile and Italk to myself,” I said pulling a draft beer and slapping a bowl of pretzels onmy tray.

“Just as long as you don’t answeryourself,” he said, winking. “At least that’s what my grandmother always said.”

“True story,” I laughed.

My shift passed pretty fast thanks toall the daydreaming. I glanced up to find only fifteen minutes left in myshift. Then I could go home. Would Gil be there? Would he take me again? Wouldhe want me? Would he bite me when he fucked me?

John yelled out, “Yo, Jenny!” andwaved an empty napkin holder at me. The appetizer special tonight were wingsand we’d blown through enough napkins to sink a ship. I nodded and headed backto the storage room to grab more.

I pushed through the crowded back roomand passed the back door to the tavern and unlocked the door to the smallstorage room. I scanned the shelves for napkins when I felt the hands shove mehard. I stumbled into the small storage room with a yell and Carl rushed inbehind me. Crowding me in, smashing me to the shelving unit.

“What’s it like to fuck your father?”he spat. I could tell by his boozy breath that he’d been doing shots. Shots andCarl do not mix. Carl is a beer guy, put hard liquor in him and move out of theway. He’s a mean drunk when it’s hard stuff he’s swigging.

“Carl, let me get you some coffee,” Isaid. If I was calm and easy he’d let me out and let me fix him up. In a fewhours he’d be his normal nice guy self.

“Fuck you, cunt,” he said. “I askedyou a question.” He took a step toward me and I tried to back up, my shoulderblades pressed to the metal shelf. There was really nowhere for me to go atall.

“Carl, I don’t know what you thinkyou--”

He tugged my hair hard and I winced.Carl stared at the blue bits, snorted, dropped it like it disgusted him. “I heardyou fucking your father. Gil. I heard you!” He pointed at me, his eyesnarrow slits of rage. “I came to get my stuff last night and heard you in theretogether. You been fucking him the whole time we’ve been here? Did we come hereso you could fuck your daddy, you little whore?”

Spit flew from his mouth and my ownrage swooped down on me. My hand flew up before I could think and I smacked hisface hard. “Who are you talking to you cocksucker? You fucked Tammy. Tammyfucks everybody.”

“Tammy’s not my kin,” he spat andslapped me back. The force behind his hand rocked my head back and my skullconnected with the shelf with a crack that sounded like a shotgun going off inmy brain. “You are fucking your daddy, Jennifer.”

“He’s not my daddy,” I said. “You knowthat. You just want it to be worse than it is. And I think we were over a longtime ago, Carl. You were just a dick with legs to me. A nice dick with legs,but still…”

He cocked his arm to hit me again butthe door swung open and John filled the doorway. All six foot four of him andevery inch of it pissed off. He grabbed Carl’s arm and turned him with an easytwist of his arm. “Now what kind of pussy hits on girls?” he asked almostconversationally and marched Carl out back. I heard one solid punch connect andthen John was coming in the backdoor, smiling and gently rubbing his fist.

“Go punch out and go home. I’m callingGil to keep an eye on you. You need a ride?”

I shook my head no because my tonguewouldn’t work to talk. I would walk. Maybe I’d walk off the shakes I had nowthat the adrenaline was pumping through my system like a tidal wave.

“You sure?”

“I’m fine,” I managed. “I want towalk.”

“Hmm, I’m not too keen on that.”

“I’ll call as soon as I get home,” Iassured him.

“Promise?”

I nodded, waiting for my heart to stoppounding. My head ached from hitting it and my stomach was sick with the fearI’d felt. That helpless feeling always left me feeling shaken and messy.“Promise,” I whispered.

“Alright then. Call me if you need totake tomorrow off.”

“No. I’ll be fine,” I said. Because Iwas hell