“She was my girlfriend back in school.”
“Who was?”
“My stepmom.”
Now, her eyes are huge. She’s as shocked as I was when I first learned the truth. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
“Hey, son! How about you run to the store real quick and get us some dessert?”
I pull myself off of Kim right as he walks into my room. Lately, he’s been a regular cockblock. Every time I start making out with my girl, he needs me to run and go do something for him. And since his injury, he’s been home twenty-four seven, so I don’t get any time alone with my girlfriend. And it’s not like we can go to her place to hang out. Her folks are assholes.
“Go eat some cookies, Dad. I’m kind of busy.”
Kim sits up, putting distance between us. “Don’t be rude, Holden. This can wait. Go get your dad something at the store.”
I narrow my eyes in on my girlfriend, wondering why on earth she’s siding with him. Things were just getting hot and heavy between us. She should be taking my side, not his. Fine, if I have to go, I’m gonna get some alone time in the car with her first. Then after I’m done, my dad will get his dessert.
“Alright, fine. Let’s go.”
“No. You go. I’ll stay here with your dad to make sure he’s okay.”
Make sure he’s okay? The man is fine.
“And while you’re at it, son, I’ve got a list of things I need from the store.”
Fuck that. He can wait until tomorrow for that shit. I’m gonna run up to the convenient store and buy him a hand pie and a pint of ice cream. I’m not doing a full-on shop when my dick is in this state.
I grab my keys and storm out, hearing him call out that he’ll text me the list. He can text as much shit as he wants, but I ain’t getting any of it. I get in my car, drive five minutes down the road to the gas station, and grab three different mini pies and some vanilla ice cream, ignoring the text that dinged in asking for a full week’s worth of groceries. When I’m in town tomorrow, I’ll get that shit. Right now, I’m going home and getting between my girl’s legs.
Another text dings in, telling me to let him know when I’m on my way back so he doesn’t worry. Ever since his car accident, he’s been getting worried every time I leave the house. He’s even got Kimmy worried. She now makes me text her every day when I’m headed to my house after football practice. I feel like I have two panicked watch dogs needing to know my every move. It’s getting to be ridiculous, which is why I refuse to text him back.
Look, I get that his accident terrified him and he’s lucky to be alive, but I don’t need him pushing that fear onto me. Or onto my girl. I’ve been driving for over two years, and I’ve been just fine. And Kimmy… She’s been over at my house every day making sure my dad has dinner and isn’t overdoing himself. God love her for taking care of my pops, but she’s been giving him more attention than she has me. I barely get time alone with her anymore. In fact, it’s been nearly two weeks since we’ve had sex. We’ve made out a bit, but we’re always interrupted.
I’m back at the house in under fifteen minutes flat, grabbing the bags and heading inside. As soon as I walk through the back door, I hear an almost gasped shout.
“No, Jack! Not yet! No, wait!”
I swear to God, if my dad is trying to do something he shouldn’t be, I’m gonna strangle him. The last thing I need is for him to be getting reinjured and making his recovery time even longer. I need him back at work and out of the house so I can spend time with my girl without being interrupted.
I leave the bags on the counter and walk down the hall, looking in the living room for them first, but they’re not there. My dad lets out a grunt and I walk faster. Shit, if he fell, I’m in trouble. The sounds seem to be coming from my room, which I don’t understand what the heck he could be doing to injure himself. Not unless he was trying to change the burned-out lightbulbs on my ceiling fan. But when I get to the open door, I don’t find him trying to climb a ladder or fix shit.
I can’t move. My body is paralyzed in horrific shock. Kimmy’s sprawled out on my bed, and he’s buried between her legs, eating my girl out like it’s his last meal.
I finally snap out of it and stalk forward, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and yanking him back.
“Get the fuck off of her, you pervert!”
“Holden!” Kimmy gasps, scrambling to sit up.
My dad has finally come out of his sexual stupor and jerks out of my hold. “Get your hands off me, son.”
“No! You’re a sick bastard. What the hell is wrong with you?”
I don’t understand how he could do it. I don’t understand what the fuck he was thinking. Is he that fucking desperate that he had to prey on a young girl? On my fucking girlfriend? She’s eighteen and he’s almost forty years old. I swear, I’m gonna kill him.
“I’m going to kill you, motherfucker.”
“No! Holden! Stop!” Kim steps in front of him, blocking my path.
