fast, drank too much, got caught with marijuana, ran a stop sign. The list was never-ending.
So letting my dad find out I’d slept with a biker? Not a good idea. I slipped through the back door and down to my apartment with Cuddles in my arms. Once I’d set him free, I ran my hands up and down my arms. Shower. I should shower, right? Did I smell like Hawk? Would my dad take one look at me and know what I’d been doing?
I pulled out my favorite set of pajamas and rushed into the bathroom, cranking the hot water in the small shower stall. Steam billowed out as I stripped off my clothes. I soaked myself under the spray and shampooed my hair. The suds swirled down the drain, along with no little amount of dirt. I worked the conditioner through the long mess and scrubbed my body while it set. Wincing as my fingers brushed over my nipples, I realized Hawk had lavished a little too much attention on them. They were redder than usual and a bit sore.
I slid my soapy hand between my legs and hissed as the soap stung my skin. I felt like I’d been rubbed raw, even though it had been amazing at the time. Now the adrenaline had worn off, I could feel the burn from taking his large cock. Too bad I didn’t have a tub down here. A soak would have been much better. After I rinsed my hair and body, I got out and dried off.
I pulled on my pajamas and padded into the living room. Cuddles chittered at me from his bowl and I detoured to the kitchenette. Pulling his fruit from the fridge, I sliced a few pieces of apple and placed them in his dish, then refreshed his water bowl. He washed his snack before eating it. I smiled and ran my fingers over his head.
“Love you, Cuddles. You’re the only man I need in my life, right?”
He crunched another bite of apple, ignoring me. I shook my head and sat on the couch. I could either find a movie, or read a book. I eyed the romance sitting on the cushion next to me. Somehow, reading about another woman’s adventure after just having one of my own, didn’t seem all that thrilling. I picked up the remote and flipped through Netflix until I found something to watch.
Cuddles finished his snack, washed his paws, and came to curl up in my lap. I ran my fingers through his fur as the comedy played on the TV. A thud overhead made me look up at the ceiling. When it repeated, then took up a rhythm, my cheeks burned and I turned up the sound on the TV. Since my brother didn’t live at home anymore, I now knew it was my parents, and there were some things I really didn’t need to hear.
The noises got louder, and I groaned, shutting my eyes and wishing I could turn off my ears. I looked up at the ceiling again, narrowing my eyes.
“Seriously? You’re going to scar for me life,” I bellowed.
I heard my dad’s laughter, but did the headboard stop slamming into the wall? Nope. Fuck my life. I really needed a job so I could move out. An actual job, not just the odd jobs I did here and there to pay for gas and Cuddles’ food. I was old enough to stand on my own two feet, but my dad was doing his best to keep me home. I knew he thought of me as his baby girl. He said it often enough. I’d hoped when I graduated high school, he’d realize I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was beginning to think he’d consider me a child even when I was forty.
The headboard stopped slamming into the wall and a few minutes later I heard the water start running upstairs. My face felt like it was on fire. For a man who wanted his daughter to be a virgin forever, my dad was never shy about how much he couldn’t keep his hands off my mom. It was kind of sweet. As long as you weren’t their kid.
I heard my dad jogging down the stairs and knew he’d be making an appearance at any moment. He burst through my door, without knocking as usual, and didn’t seem the least bit remorseful for giving me a good reason to need therapy.
“Hi, Dad.”
He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded