And I’m pretty sure he liked it, too.
Niall
Ihead down the stairs and open the door leading out onto the street. As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I look around, trying to work out how to get home. I can’t even see a taxi rank. We’re definitely not in Dublin anymore: there, you can find one waiting on every corner, if you can’t find any other public transport. But here, I definitely won’t find anything to take me out of the centre and towards the countryside, where my parents live.
I stick my hand into my pocket and pull out the receipt with my number scribbled on the back. I meant to leave it at her place, but instead, I crumple it up, walking towards the town centre. Maybe there I’ll be able to find a taxi to take me home. I throw the paper into the first bin I come across.
I don’t know why I wanted to leave her my number. We always said it would only be one night – nothing more, especially given my currently family situation – but we had fun. We were good together. And she was everything I never expected; it turned me completely upside-down, not only because she’s been the only one to get me hard.
Yeah, I know. My magic wand had stopped rising to the challenge. There was no sign of life.
It was dead. Useless. Non-existent.
And it had been like that for almost nine months.
But she brushed lightly against me, and that was all it took: my breath on her neck, her arse against my crotch. It brought me back from the dead, reminding me that there was something still down there.
She brought it back to life.
I scoff, trying to shake off the thought of her sitting on top of me, moving sensually on my dick. I try to think of something to say once I get back home.
I didn’t think I’d be out all night, and I didn’t want to stay over at hers; but her hot body was pressed against mine, her hair fanned out across my chest, her soft breasts pushing against my pecs… Well, it wasn’t easy to leave all that behind and go crawling back home in the middle of the night – back to my single bed, in my childhood bedroom, in my parents’ house.
My first night here, and I went out without coming home. I left my daughter alone with her grandparents and behaved in exactly the same way I’d always behaved. But fuck, I’m a single parent now: I have a troublesome, eternally-pissed-off teenage daughter who hates me, and I need to control myself. I need to tread a different path, give her a good life, a family. She needs to take up all my attention.
I cross the main square and head quickly over to a taxi parked on the corner of the street. I open the door and slip inside, giving the driver my address. He flicks on the meter and pulls out into the road which leads out of town. He glances at me a couple of times in the rear-view mirror, then clears his throat.
“Back to our roots, are we?” he asks, a hint of sarcasm disguised in his tone. I’m getting really bored of it, now.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.”
“Mmm…a bastard, as always,” he says through gritted teeth. I straighten up suddenly in the back seat.
“What did you say?”
“I said it’s cold, as always…” he gestures vaguely out of the window. “It’s only September and it almost feels like Christmas.”
I shake my head anxiously and fix my gaze onto the passing scenery, pretending I didn’t hear him.
I have no intention of getting into an argument with a taxi driver on my first morning back in town; mainly because he probably has a pretty good reason for being pissed off with me, whatever that reason may be.
Within ten minutes, we’re in front of my parents’ house. I pass him some cash and get out of the car, watching as he does a U-turn and goes back the way we came. I pull out my keys and unlock the gate, making my way towards the front door. I walk slowly, my head hanging low, and see my father appear from the back garden, waving at me. I walk over to him, my gait and my expression dripping with guilt as I stop in front of him.
“You’re lucky that Skylar’s not up yet.”
“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to stay out so late.”
“You didn’t come back at all, Niall.”
“It won’t happen again.”
“I honestly couldn’t care less – but you have a daughter who has no one but you to look up to.”
I drop my head back into my shoulders and prepare myself for an earful.
“You’ve literally just got here, for God’s sake!”
“You’re right.”
