Chapter 8
EIGHT
QUINN
It was mom who opened the door, and the moment I stepped into the house, I could smell the bacon cooking in the kitchen.
“Quinn! Honey, look who’s here!” mom was squealing with glee as she hugged me tightly in her arms. She led me into the kitchen, where my dad was standing over the stove, frying bacon with an apron at his waist.
This sight never failed to amuse me. My dad was a big scruffy biker, shirtless, with an apron at his waist and cooking breakfast.
“Quinn! When did you get here?” dad came rushing towards me, with the frying tongs in his hand and he threw his arms around me.
“Just now. I took a cab from the airport,” I said and hugged my parents tightly.
“Sit down, honey, have some coffee,” mom was fretting over me, and I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
It was good to be home, especially when home offered specimens like Marco.
I could still feel his cock ramming into me, and I pressed my legs together tightly to stop the throbbing in my pussy.
Dad whipped up a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast and presented it to me at the table. They were full of questions about college and the new job prospects and how long I was planning to stay.
“You should come around and meet the guys at the bar, honeybun,” dad said as my parents sat down with me at the table.
I laughed slightly at the nickname. I avoided his eyes as I pierced some eggs with my fork.
I had already lied to him about when I’d arrived, and I decided against telling him that I had already been at the bar.
“But I’m sure I don’t know most of the people anymore,” I said and concentrated on the food.
“Some of the old guys are still there, and I’d like to introduce you to the new fellas. They’ve heard so much about you,” dad said and pinched my chin like he used to when I was a kid.
They were all smiles and happy as they laughed and talked. I wanted to stay away from the bar because I didn’t want to alarm Marco. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was going to be there again, but chances were that he might be.
“Will you come around today? Say two? We have a little meeting at noon, and after that, I can introduce you to everyone?” dad insisted again. Mom was nodding her head encouragingly as well, and I gulped. My throat had already gone dry with nervousness.
“Sure dad, whatever you want, I’ll see you at the bar later,” I said, and he reached over and gave me another hug.
My only hope now was that Marco wouldn’t be there.