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

“Sure. Ham, cheese, lettuce, mayo,pickles and…”

“Rye?” he asked tweaking a nipple so Isqueaked.

I grabbed my boobs and dodged him, butjust barely, getting out. “Fine, fine! Rye it is.”

At the bottom of the steps I walkedright into Gil. It was like walking into a brick wall. And just as friendly.

Chapter4

He gripped my upper arms and hustledme back to the study. I marched backwards feeling entirely young, stupid and bustedfor some reason. “Gil!” I yelped but the air in my lungs stalled and it soundedmore like a wheeze than a word.

He slammed the study door and glaredat me. I stood there, hair dripping fat, wet drops of shower water on my tee.“What?” I said. But I knew.

He glanced up, the shower was stillrunning upstairs. He kept his voice soft anyway. Rule of thumb with Gil. Thesofter spoken he is, the more pissed off he is. Gil was one of those men whogot quieter as he got angrier.

“Jennifer, if you insist on playingthose kinds of games in my house, then you’ll have to go.”

“Games?” I was confused. I stepped tohim but he stepped back. Twin spots of rage burned on his tan cheeks and hiseyes were darker than normal. His jaw was set in a tense line and I could seethe slam of his pulse at his throat.

“I heard you say no and I almost--”Gil swallowed over and over convulsively. He looked almost like he wanted tohit me and part of me wanted to step into the blow. Our dynamics had changed inthe last few years. Partly due to me growing, and partly due to my mother’sabandonment. I didn’t know how we were with each other or where I stood. It wasfrightening and exhilarating all at once.

“You heard? Oh, well…nodidn’t mean--”

“Apparently, it didn’t actually meanno,” he ground out the words. “But I took it to mean that and rushed up thereand--”

“Oh, god. Oh shit. Gil, I…”

“Jenny,” he said, his voice breaking abit. “I came up to see.”

“You saw us?” I breathed.

He’d seen us. Together. In that way.My stomach bottomed out in a slow spiraling loop, but I wasn’t dense, I felt mynipples tighten and pucker. I felt the taut constriction of my pussy when Iconsidered the thought of him watching us. Of what he must have felt seeingCarl fuck me in the ass. Taking me in his home. Had he ever had Marian thatway? I found it hard to wrap my head around the thought of my mother havinganal sex. But then again, there had been a time that I swore I’d never let acock within ten feet of my back door and now I got off on it. The bit of pain,the fullness, the naughtiness, the power play. I shook my head and turned,muttering “sorry”.

Gil spun me and shook me a little.“Don’t say no loud enough to be heard if you mean yes. And why? Why are youwith him? I mean he’s not a bad guy, but Jen--”

“Hey, we’re together because right nowwe work,” I said, anger flooding me. Who was he to question me? “At least hehasn’t left me,” I said before I could weigh my words.

Gil looked shocked for an instant.Like he was suddenly freefalling and didn’t know why. Then his hand snapped outand he struck me. Not hard enough to do any real damage but damn sight hardenough to make me see stars. “Watch your mouth, young lady. This is still myhouse and you’re still my daughter,” he said, though is words weakened at theend.

“You’re not my father,” I hissed. “Myfather wouldn’t have been running his hand up my thigh like that. My fatherwouldn’t be watching me get laid. My father wouldn’t--” But I stopped myselfthere. Call it damage control, call it self preservation, I knew enoughsomewhere inside of myself to stop myself right there.

Gil spun on his heels and walked outof the room. His hands clenched at his sides, his back ramrod straight. Irubbed my stinging cheek and watched him go.

Nah, you’re father just up and leftyou…

* * * *

“You’re not thinking about moving hereare you?” Carl ran his hand through his hair and pulled a belt on.

“I don’t know what I’m thinking Carl.But I do need money. So I’m going up to John’s Tavern and I’m going to talkto--”

“Let me guess,” Carl grinned, “John?”

I snorted. “Yeah, you’ve got me. Youcan get a beer and I’ll talk to John and everyone will be happy. Gil said Johneven has music sometimes since he expanded from just a stag bar to a bar andrestaurant. Maybe you’ll be good to go too. We can save some money, come upwith a game plan. I want something, Carl,” I said. “And it wasn’t in that lasttown or the one before that.”

And it’s not playing gig to gig withyou for very little money and no real home.

Carl shrugged, his Eric Clapton teerode high for a moment exposing his flat belly and I tingled at the sight ofthat trail of dark hair. I could forget it all. The fight with Gil, not wantingto waitress, my dis-ease in my life, my lack of direction. I could forget it allif I just gave in and traced that dark trail of hair with my finger. It wouldlead me to a dark nest of pubic hair and a big willing cock. And then Carlwould take me under and away from my worries by fucking me to exhaustion andthen he’d sing softly in my ear as I fell asleep.

Instead I pulled on a red top andshoved my feet in leather sandals. I put my dark blonde hair up in a loose knotand shoved earrings in my earlobes. “Are you pissed?” he asked, touching mychin.

“No. Just tired. Restless. A bitpissed at myself,” I said. “But not you.” And that was the truth.

I hadn’t seen Gil since he slapped meand it made me annoyed and sad. I wanted him to see me go. Wanted him to see mewith Carl and remember what he’d walked in on. That was the mean, spiteful,childish part of