Chapter 13
Cage
Idrop her onto my bed then crawl over her, leaning in for a taste of that sweet mouth, but she turns her head to the side, not letting me kiss her.
“I think you should explain first what the heck that was about, because I don’t put up with men treating me that way.”
Fuck. I was a damn bastard to her. But all day I’ve been sunk in the past. Unable to get that shit out of my head.
My dad and Kimberly. The two of them starting a family.
She was supposed to be my wife. We were going to get married and have kids, and now, she’s my damn stepmom and about to give birth to my brother or sister. It’s fucked up.
I lay down next to her, and pull her in close, brushing her long locks away from her pretty face and tucking them behind her ear. She’s fucking gorgeous. And I didn’t treat her nice, which makes me a lousy sack of shit.
“I’m sorry about the way I acted. I was in a pretty bad way, babe. Ran into my dad and his wife this morning, and it fucked me up.”
She scoots in closer. “Can you tell me why? Do you not get along with them?”
It’s a sordid tale. One I don’t like talking about, but I owe her an explanation after the way I behaved.
“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.
“What do you mean stop? He was molesting you.”
And who the fuck knows for how long he’s been doing this shit. We’ve been dating for nearly two years. God, I can’t fucking stomach it.
“How long?” I shout. “How long has he been doing this shit to you?”
“I’m not doing anything to her that she doesn’t want, so you need to calm your ass down, son.”
Calm down? I need to calm down? He was just licking my girl’s cunt, and I’m supposed to calm down?
“It’s only been going on for a few weeks, Holden,” she states, but she’s saying it like she’s defending him. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening.
“I don’t care how long he’s been doin’ it. It still ain’t right.”
I go to lunge for him again, but she clings to him.
“No, stop. It’s not his fault. I wanted him to do it.”
She what? She wanted him to? Why on earth would she want him to touch her? She’s eighteen and he’s thirty-eight.
“What the fuck do you mean you wanted him to?”
“It means she wasn’t getting what she needed from you, and she wanted me to take care of her. If there’s anyone you want to blame, son, blame yourself. If you’d been taking care of your girl, she wouldn’t have allowed me a taste.”
He’s trying to blame this on me. He preyed on a young girl, and he’s now trying to claim I wasn’t good enough. Who the fuck is this man? The accident must’ve fucked his head up because he is not my father. The man before me is a monster.
“Why, Kim? Why would you want him to touch you?”
“Because I… I care about him. He looks after me and he makes me feel good.”
Is this because her own father is a bastard and she’s got daddy issues?
“I look after you, Kimberly. Not him. It’s me that takes care of you.” I’m the one that moved her in here to keep her safe. I’m the one who took her away from her toxic parents and showed her how special she was. Me. Not my dad.
“That’s bullshit, son. I’m the one that pays the bills around here and puts a roof over your heads. I’m the one who can provide for her.”
So, this is about money?
“I’m gonna be going to school on a full ride, Kim. And one day, I’m going to get signed with a big team and be able to give you whatever you want. Why would you give that up?”
She swallows hard, glancing back at my dad as his arm wraps around her frame, no doubt pressing his old dick up against her as he pulls her against him. I’m going to be sick.
“It’s not about the money, Holden. He just makes me feel so good.”
So this is about the sex. Un-fucking-real.
She never complained about how I performed in all the times we’ve been together.
She never once had to fake an orgasm with me.
I’d have her squirting all over me, but now, she’s trying to tell me that he’s a better fuck.
Fine. She can fucking have him. She can fuck that shriveled old dick all she wants because I’m done.
“You’re a fucking whore, Kim. And you…” I look to the bastard I once called Dad. “Are a sick pedo fuck. You’re dead to me, old man. Same goes for you, bitch.”
“I stormed out of the house and went to go live with my grandad. Haven’t spoken to either of them since. They even had the nerve to send me a wedding invitation a few years back.” As if I’d have forgotten and just show up and support that shit. They aren’t just bastards but they’re delusional.
“No! Are you kidding? Those assholes!” Payton looks just as disgusted. “I can’t believe they would do that.”
“Neither could I. But they didn’t care how I felt.
Neither of them ever once apologized for what they did.
” Not a call or a text. Not one single glimmer of remorse was even on their faces when I caught them.
“When I ran into them at the diner this morning, they informed me that she’s pregnant with his kid.
The bastard was trying to act like we were going to be one big happy family, and I lost my shit.
Everything came flooding back. That’s why I was in such a bad mood.
Then when you didn’t show, it just drove the knife in deeper.
I needed to see you, baby. I wanted you to help me forget, but you didn’t come, and I let the anger take me down.
I’m sorry for the way I acted. I mean it, babe. ”
I hate the way I treated her. She was right to call me out on my shit and walk away.
And had she not, I wouldn’t have snapped the fuck out of it.
But almost losing her ripped my head out of my ass and put me in a panic.
Payton’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t want to lose her.
My feelings are growing by a storm for the girl, and I want her as a permanent fixture in my life. And I’m hoping she feels the same.
“No, Cage. I’m the one who’s sorry. I can’t imagine how it must’ve felt to have the two people you loved most betray you like that.
And I’m sorry I wasn’t here to comfort you.
Next time, call or text me and I’ll be here.
You don’t ever have to suffer through this alone.
I’d rather you turn to me than to alcohol. ”
God, she’s an incredible woman.
“Where did you come from, angel?”
“I’m wondering the same thing about you. Never known a man to admit when they’re wrong.”
That’s because they’re cowards. You make a mistake, you apologize. It’s as simple as that.
“Kiss me, baby.” I need to be close to her. I need her to help erase this day.
She leans down and I draw her in, taking what I need from her.
All it takes is for that tongue to wrap around mine and all the bad shit is forgotten.
She steals my thoughts away. The anger and hatred washes away, and I’m caught by an onslaught of need.
I grip her tighter, wanting her bound with my soul.
She feels too good. My entire body is yearning for her.
“I need to have you, baby.”
She slips away, shifting back, and starts stripping off her clothes.
Then she focuses on the button of my jeans, slipping it through the hole.
Tugging the zipper down. As soon as her hand closes around my cock, my body is set on fire.
The rush of heat runs up my shaft, making my gut clench.
God, her touch feels so good. Soft and firm. Stroking me to perfection.
There’s suddenly a warmth at the end of my tip. Her lips are suctioned on and pulling me into that perfect mouth. Fuck, it’s incredible. The smooth slide of her tongue. The slickness coating my skin. The tightness of the back of her throat. And the sweet constriction as she swallows around me.
Damn, I’m not going to last. Definitely not when I open my eyes and see how hungry she is for it. That hunger is burning in the dark depths of her eyes and moaning around my girth. Every sound vibrates against my balls, making them tuck up and tighten. She’s about to suck the cum right out of me.
“God, that’s it, baby. Just like that. Oh shit. Don’t stop. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
My seed shoots down the back of her throat as the blasts ignite.
Like bullets shooting off in every direction, my entire body takes hit after hit.
Absorbing every shock. Feeling my heart pounding so hard.
The impact is so intense I almost have to pull her off.
I don’t know what it is about this girl, but nothing has ever felt like this.
Maybe it’s because she’s more than just a casual fuck.
There’s no denying how I feel for her. My heart’s starting to beat for this girl. Pounding even harder when she looks up with those pretty eyes and gives me a smile.