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shit.”
Abel smiled. “I’ll take that as it was good too. My turn.”
Without taking his dick out of my pussy, he picked me up and pressed me against the wall.
“That was impressive.”
He bit my neck. “Sugar, you haven’t seen anything yet. The things that I have planned to do to you will rock your world.”
It only took a few fast, hard pumps before I felt Abel swell and pulse inside me as his head fell to my shoulder.
Abel carried me to the bed, climbing in next to me. He grabbed two packets of Fun Dip from the nightstand and glanced at me with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“That looks freaking delicious.”
He threw a blue raspberry over to me and we cuddled, eating candy like high schoolers after prom.
My eyes wandered over his bare chest, noticing the deep blues and purples covering his ribs.
“Do they hurt?”
He shook his head, licking the last of the blue powder off of the white candy stick. “Babe, there ain’t nothin’ to worry about.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m fine.”
We threw away our empty rappers, Abel wrapping me up in his strong arms.
“Goodnight,” he whispered.
Waking up still cradled in Abel’s arms in the middle of the night was a little awkward. The whole thing was awkward, but perfect in its own way. How do two people just fall into such a great rhythm like that so fast? It felt like Abel and I were two puzzle pieces that had finally found each other.
I wiggled out from under his arm, pulled his shirt on over my bare body, and made my way down to the kitchen, praying for a cold bottle of water.
I opened up the fridge to find one last bottle. I cracked the seal and started to chug when I was startled out of my skin by a raspy voice coming from the kitchen table.
“Who the heck are you?” asked the mysterious stranger cloaked in the shadows. I shot around to look at him, gasping for breath and nearly spitting all the water out onto myself.
I flipped on the kitchen light and my heart sank. It was like I was looking directly into my own eyes.
I started hyperventilating.
I was dizzy.
My entire body started shaking.
“Crickett? Is that you?” the man said, getting up from the table.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I spit out, stepping backward into the refrigerator as I recoiled from the man that used to be my dad.
“I should be asking you the same question.”
Abel’s large frame took up the entryway to the kitchen. “Rave? Crickett? Everything okay in here?”
“So it really is you!” Rave’s eyes got wide, staring at me.
“Do you know her, Dad?”
I couldn’t breathe. “Did you just call him…” I was about to pass the fuck out.
No fucking way.
This cannot be happening.
“Abel is my stepson.” Rave took his seat again at the table with a sigh. “And this young lady over here is my daughter.”
Abel’s face got white. He started to pace the floor. “Is he why you came to this town?”
I nodded.
“You’ve been looking for me?” Rave pulled the chair out next to him, but there was no way I could be that close to him yet. I was too freaked out, not to mention I was practically naked, standing there in just a white t-shirt. Thankfully Abel was so much bigger than me that his shirt was like a damn dress, but still, I had never felt more exposed in my life, especially with both of them staring at me.
I had imagined seeing my father again over and over for years, but I’d never thought that he’d be sitting in the kitchen in a motorcycle gang vice president’s house wearing a matching cut at four in the freaking morning claiming to be his goddamn stepfather. This was all too damn much for me to take.
“Fuck you, Rave!” I yelled and stormed out of the kitchen and straight out the front door, grabbing my purse and keys off the coffee table on my way.
“Crickett wait!” I could hear Rave running after me.
Tears were already pouring down my face as I ran down the front steps off the porch.
“Please let
Abel smiled. “I’ll take that as it was good too. My turn.”
Without taking his dick out of my pussy, he picked me up and pressed me against the wall.
“That was impressive.”
He bit my neck. “Sugar, you haven’t seen anything yet. The things that I have planned to do to you will rock your world.”
It only took a few fast, hard pumps before I felt Abel swell and pulse inside me as his head fell to my shoulder.
Abel carried me to the bed, climbing in next to me. He grabbed two packets of Fun Dip from the nightstand and glanced at me with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“That looks freaking delicious.”
He threw a blue raspberry over to me and we cuddled, eating candy like high schoolers after prom.
My eyes wandered over his bare chest, noticing the deep blues and purples covering his ribs.
“Do they hurt?”
He shook his head, licking the last of the blue powder off of the white candy stick. “Babe, there ain’t nothin’ to worry about.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m fine.”
We threw away our empty rappers, Abel wrapping me up in his strong arms.
“Goodnight,” he whispered.
Waking up still cradled in Abel’s arms in the middle of the night was a little awkward. The whole thing was awkward, but perfect in its own way. How do two people just fall into such a great rhythm like that so fast? It felt like Abel and I were two puzzle pieces that had finally found each other.
I wiggled out from under his arm, pulled his shirt on over my bare body, and made my way down to the kitchen, praying for a cold bottle of water.
I opened up the fridge to find one last bottle. I cracked the seal and started to chug when I was startled out of my skin by a raspy voice coming from the kitchen table.
“Who the heck are you?” asked the mysterious stranger cloaked in the shadows. I shot around to look at him, gasping for breath and nearly spitting all the water out onto myself.
I flipped on the kitchen light and my heart sank. It was like I was looking directly into my own eyes.
I started hyperventilating.
I was dizzy.
My entire body started shaking.
“Crickett? Is that you?” the man said, getting up from the table.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I spit out, stepping backward into the refrigerator as I recoiled from the man that used to be my dad.
“I should be asking you the same question.”
Abel’s large frame took up the entryway to the kitchen. “Rave? Crickett? Everything okay in here?”
“So it really is you!” Rave’s eyes got wide, staring at me.
“Do you know her, Dad?”
I couldn’t breathe. “Did you just call him…” I was about to pass the fuck out.
No fucking way.
This cannot be happening.
“Abel is my stepson.” Rave took his seat again at the table with a sigh. “And this young lady over here is my daughter.”
Abel’s face got white. He started to pace the floor. “Is he why you came to this town?”
I nodded.
“You’ve been looking for me?” Rave pulled the chair out next to him, but there was no way I could be that close to him yet. I was too freaked out, not to mention I was practically naked, standing there in just a white t-shirt. Thankfully Abel was so much bigger than me that his shirt was like a damn dress, but still, I had never felt more exposed in my life, especially with both of them staring at me.
I had imagined seeing my father again over and over for years, but I’d never thought that he’d be sitting in the kitchen in a motorcycle gang vice president’s house wearing a matching cut at four in the freaking morning claiming to be his goddamn stepfather. This was all too damn much for me to take.
“Fuck you, Rave!” I yelled and stormed out of the kitchen and straight out the front door, grabbing my purse and keys off the coffee table on my way.
“Crickett wait!” I could hear Rave running after me.
Tears were already pouring down my face as I ran down the front steps off the porch.
“Please let
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