Unwanted Fate

by A. Gorman

  “I can see why your mom is very proud of you.” He takes a sip from his wine glass that was on the table. “What do you do, Patrick?”

  “I’m the CFO at CU Gold Company.”

  “You’re doing a lot of business around the world,” he says with a cocked eyebrow.

  “We are. One of the largest gold companies out there.

  “How long have you been there?”

  “If you count my internship, over six years. Worked my way up from data entry to where I am now,” he says with pride.

  “Sounds like you’re driven.”

  “Very much so.”

  “Hate to interrupt everyone, but dinner is served,” Kenneth says as he walks out to the patio.

  We all get up and follow everyone in the house, and go to the right into a dining room that overlooks the mountains. The table is a large oval walnut table with enough place settings for everyone. Kenneth helps my mom sit down, and I sit next to her with Patrick’s assistance. In the center of the table sets a large pan of lasagna, a huge bowl of mixed greens salad, with various dressings on the side, and platter of garlic bread. My breath is going to be icky after this.

  Kenneth helps Mom get her food, and everything is passed around so everyone can fill their plates. This feels normal, and right now, I’ll take normal. I just wish Nate were here to enjoy this too.

  After a delicious meal, Kenneth and I are in the kitchen cleaning while Cassie lies down for a while. Emily and Mike went out to the deck to talk, and I’m sure he’ll have some words of wisdom to help her mom move through the stages of grief and help her as well.

  “Thank you for getting Emily here safely,” he states in a fatherly tone.

  “No thanks needed, but you’re welcome.”

  “So, how long have you and Emily been friends?” Oh great. I haven’t had a father interrogation before. This should be interesting.

  “Around a month,” I say, handing him dishes.

  “Oh, I thought it would have been longer, but when it’s the right person, you know.” He finishes loading the dishwasher, and mumbles to himself, “I wish I would have realized that sooner.”

  “I agree.” He turns around to me trying to figure out if I heard the last part or not.

  “I’m not going to sugarcoat this. I fucked up. I know. God, do I ever. I know you can’t make Emily do anything she doesn’t want to, but please don’t let her give up on me.”

  “I don’t know if I’m the best person to be talking to about this because my relationship with my own father is shit.”

  “I understand. I want you to know I don’t plan on going anywhere. I left Cassie once and I’m not leaving her again. I’m going to make it right, like I should have done to begin with.”

  “Just don’t hurt Cassandra. I don’t know if Emily would be able to forgive you if you did.”

  “I don’t plan on it.”

  “Good, then I don’t see why Emily would have a problem with getting to know you. You just have to ask. She’s a pretty understanding person.” I lean against the counter, watching him, trying to get a read on him.

  “Thanks, I’ll remember that.” He half smiles. “I guess I don’t need to have the ‘hurt my little girl’ speech with you, do I?” His tone goes from soft to hard.

  “No, not at all.” I chuckle.

  “Good.” He pats me on the back and we head to the deck, and what I thought would be a dick measuring contest was averted. My cell phone vibrates in my pocket as we walk out, I see it’s a text from Addison.

  ADDISON: Hey, big bro. Letting you know there is no change in Dad’s status, but he is still holding in there. How are things with you, Emily?

  ME: Good about Dad. Emily and I are good. She just found out about a dad she didn’t know she had.

  ADDISON: OMG Poor girl. Keep an eye on her. She’s good for you. Love you. Talk soon.

  ME: Love you too.

  I put my phone in my pocket, and Mike and Emily’s voices roll into the house as we get closer to the deck. They are talking about sports—Mike’s passion according to the small talk at dinner, revealing that he has several sports clients.

  “Hope we aren’t interrupting anything,” Kenneth says as he steps out onto the deck.

  “Not at all. We were talking about the upcoming football season, and it seems that Emily is quite the Bronco’s fan.”

  “Guilty.” She smiles as I take a seat next to her on the loveseat and put my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me and her citrus scent travels to my nose, relaxing me.

  “Oh, really? We might just have to catch a game, then,” I say, nonchalantly.

  “I would love that!” She says as her eyes go wide with excitement.

  Conversation between the four of us is light, and her mom joins us a short time later, joining in the conversations. Cassandra looks a lot better than she did at the hospital yesterday, and I think that she’s content here. I hope it works out for her and Kenneth because I would hate to pick up the pieces of Kenneth destroying Emily.

  As darkness takes over the sky, Emily yawns. I know she gets up early and goes to bed early so I need to get her home.

  I lean over and whisper, “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yeah, I’m tired.”

  “Okay.” I smile at her. “Kenneth, Mike, Ms. Janes, we’re going to get going. It’s getting late.”

  “Oh, okay,” Cassandra replies, “I guess I didn’t realize how late it was.”

  “You both are welcome here anytime, please come up whenever you want.” Kenneth stands and shakes my hand after I help Emily up.

  “Thank you. I’m sure we will visit again,” Emily says with a smile. She walks over to Cassandra, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. “Talk to you tomorrow, okay.”

  “Yes, night darling, Patrick.”

  “Nice meeting you, Mike. Take care.”

  “You too, Patrick and Emily,” he says, shaking both of our hands.

  “Night, Emily,” Kenneth pulls her into a hug and she doesn’t hesitate.

  “Night, Kenneth,” she says, smiling.

  We walk toward the front door and Kenneth follows us, turning on the lights before we need them. I get Emily in the car and walk to my side of the car, waving at Kenneth before I get in and shut the door. We’re quickly off the property and onto a state road, taking us wherever she wants to go.

  “Where am I taking you; your apartment or my house?”

  She looks at me, mischievousness dancing in her eyes. “Your house.”

  “Do you want to stop by your place to get clothes?”

  “Yes, if you don’t mind.

  “Not at all.”

  “Thank you. So what did you and Kenneth talk about?”

  “That’s bro talk.”

  “Um…”

  “I’m messing with you. Just make sure you give him a chance; get to know him. I told him I would encourage you to.”

  “Maybe you should do the same with your dad.” Ouch.

  “I don’t know how good that will do. He’s non-communitive and they don’t know if he will ever recover.”

  “He’s still alive right?”

  “Yes, but I don’t know if he can hear me or if he even wants to.”

  “Remember the letter he wrote? Maybe that’s your real dad, Patrick. I know he’s hurt you pretty bad, but at least try so you can say you have.”

  I sigh. I know she’s right. “Fine. For you, I will try.”

  “For yourself.”

  “I will try for myself, for you.”

  “That works.” She places her hand on my leg, rubbing close to my manhood. “I talked to Dr. Mike about everything. He suggested I write letters to Nate. That way I can get the emotions out I’m feeling and reading them at a later date will help me see how far I’ve come.”

  “I can see that. It’s a good idea.”

  “I think so. You know what else is a good idea?”

  “What? Watching the stars from your bed,” she says as she rubs my coc
k through my slacks.

  “I like the way you’re thinking, but you might want to watch your hand. I don’t want to have to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road.”

  Her hand stills. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I’ve been thinking about you wrapped around me since Sunday, don’t tease me.”

  She moves her hand onto my leg and doesn’t move it. “Sorry.” She bites her lip like she has something else to say but won’t.

  I move her hand from my leg and place mine under her dress. The garment is loose and I can move my hand up her leg without restriction. As I get closer to her mound, she wiggles in the seat with want, moving me closer to her. She’s wet, very wet and not wearing any panties. I think someone was a little presumptuous.

  “Forget something this morning?”

  “Umm,” she moans as I rub her slowly. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I don’t want to be a tease. “I wanted you when I woke up this morning.”

  “Oh?”

  “Mmm, but you left me.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” I see a side road and I quickly turn down it. I drive a little farther down and see a pull off that looks well hidden. The gravel road I turned down doesn’t look traveled.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I can’t wait,” I say shutting off the car. “I hope you don’t mind quick and rough.”

  “No, why?”

  I get out of the car, hurrying around to her side to get her out. The moon and stars light around us as I lead her to the rear of the car.

  “Bend over the trunk, spreading your legs.”

  “We’re doing it here?”

  “Yes, I left you unpleased this morning and I’m rectifying the situation.”

  “In middle of no—”

  “Emily, spread your legs,” I say sternly as I unzip my pants, pulling them down enough to get my cock out without catching it in the teeth of the zipper. I stroke it a few times, getting it hard enough to roll on the condom I had in my pocket. I flip the blue skirt of the dress over Emily’s fine ass and caress her, making sure she’s wet enough for me. She stands on the toe of her heels, allowing me to align myself to her. I thrust hard into her, causing her to moan out in pleasure.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, don’t stop. Fuck me…hard.”

  “I’d planned on it. Hold on tightly.”

  Emily’s moans and our bodies coming together mix in the echoes all around us. She tightens around me, feeling her body preparing to release. As her body trembles with her release, I let go, coming with her, and riding out the orgasm, making sure she’s fully satisfied.

  I slowly remove myself from her, pull my handkerchief from my back pocket, and clean her up, putting her dress down and helping her off the rear of the car. Using the other side of the kerchief, I remove the condom and clean myself up, tucking myself in and fastening my pants. I help Emily into the car and get myself in as well, quickly turning on the car and turning it around to head to her apartment. I can’t wait to get her home.

  Bright sunlight awakens me and I roll over to see Patrick still sleeping. After staying here for the first time almost two weeks ago, I fell in love with this bedroom. Mostly because Patrick was in it, but also because of the amazing view of the mountains the windows face. The negative part of the windows are they face to the east, and there is a valley between the two peaks, and this time of year the sun shines in here early. Or so Patrick said it did.

  Today we are sleeping in so I actually get to see the sunrise in here. I’m at the mercy of Patrick after getting my SUV from his office last week, I left it at my apartment, and we still have been riding to work together in the mornings. Which is fine because I normally get to drive his car, except today he’s dropping me off at the center before he goes to the office. He’ll be in to help me after his meeting. I’m going to work on organizing the food pantry in preparations for our annual food drive.

  “I can hear you over there thinking. Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

  “You need the sleep because you don’t sleep much.”

  “Neither do you because of me.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Good.” He pulls me into his body and I feel his erection resting beside my hip.

  “I’m going to shower, want to join me?” He licks his lips.

  “Yes, showering together saves water.”

  “Sure it does.” I wink at him as I pull away from him and get out of bed. I saunter to the bathroom and turn on the water. I know he’ll be in here in a bit. After brushing my teeth, I check the water’s temper and get in, getting on with my much needed routine.

  “You began without me?” He huffs as he pulls the door open and quickly closes it before all the warmth escapes its glass and stone confines.

  “Should have been in here sooner.”

  “I had trouble getting up.” I look down…he’s standing before me fully erect.

  “Doesn’t look like you have any problem getting up.”

  “Not when it comes to you. Let me show you.”

  This was tricky the first time we tried this but we got this down, and a lot easier without condoms. I’m on birth control and we’ve both been tested, and whatever kind of relationship we have going I don’t think is going to end anytime soon. The first time we had sex without a condom, was the first time I’d ever gone without and it felt like nothing I’d experienced before.

  He sits down on the seat built into the shower, stroking himself, making sure it’s hard and ready for me. On a whim, I bend over and take most of him in my mouth. Relaxing, I take all of him, he hits the back of my throat, and I try not to gag.

  “Holy hell, Ems. Keep doing that and I’m going to come down your throat.” I’m not a swallow kind of chick. I remove my mouth, sucking hard all the way to the tip. “You little tease,” he groans out. He reaches for me, grabbing me by the waist and pulls me to him, and rubs his hand down my freshly waxed mound, teasing my skin as he makes his way to my clit. With his thumb pressing on me, his fingers tease my folds, making me wet with desire.

  “Babe.”

  “What’s that, Emily?”

  “Patrick.”

  “You know I like it when you talk dirty.”

  “Fuck me, Patrick, rough and hard!”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He spins me around, my ass in his face, as he re-situates himself in the seat. I straddle his legs and he places his hands on my hips, guiding me down on him, where he buries himself in me. Placing my hands on his legs, I thrust my hips up and down in a steady rhythm, hitting my G-spot with every downward thrust.

  I can feel my orgasm building, and I feel breathless, my body tense from the building pleasure that’s consuming me. Patrick takes over, lifting me up and down on his cock, and I moan out his name. As he slams me down, my orgasm crests, and I come all over him. He keeps lifting and slamming me down until he groans out, filling me with his release.

  Patrick pulls me into his chest, holding me close until we both catch our breath. I find myself falling in love with this man more and more each day. I know it’s only been a few months, but it feels like a few years. He inspires me…but I know it’s probably too soon, so I am locking that away in my heart for now.

  “I guess we better shower or our employers will think we aren’t coming in today.” I begrudgingly pull myself from him.

  “This is one time I definitely dislike you being right.”

  I stick my tongue out at him and shower by myself.

  Patrick pulls up to the center and drops me off after a kiss that won’t let me forget that I’m his. I’m wearing one of his Johnny Cash T-shirts, jean shorts, and flip-flops. I wanted to be comfortable because doing inventory is time consuming and dirty.

  I walk into my office after unlocking the door and do my normal routine of locking up my purse and briefcase, and check emails. Since nothing is too pressing, I will put it off until tomorrow, and stroll to the pantry.
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br />   Normally one of the AmeriCorps workers helps me, but oddly, today we don’t have anyone scheduled to be here. Patrick volunteered to help me and should be here within an hour to assist me. He said his meeting should be brief since it’s an interview for a new manager since the other one quit.

  I turn on the radio we keep locked up in the cabinet to help break the silence of the room and get to work pulling out boxes of food where everything can be seen. I’d made spreadsheets to keep tally of everything and pull them out of the drawer to get a fresh one started.

  Humming along to the music, counting jars, cans and boxes seem to fly by. Then I belt out “Until I Wake Up” by J.R. Richards as it plays on the radio. I think this sometimes about Patrick and me. I feel like it’s all a dream and it can be gone before I get to fully enjoy what we have.

  “Hey, beautiful.” His warm breath causes my body to freeze and my heart nearly stops. I will myself to move and it complies, taking a defensive stance.

  “Umm. Hi, Victor.”

  “Hi, yourself,” he reaches out, brushing my hair off my face.

  “What are you doing here?” I shakenly ask.

  “I thought you could use some help since you’re in here alone.”

  “I’m fine, thank you. Actually, I’m almost finished.”

  “Oh. Well, in that case, how about I do this—” He comes to me; I try to dodge him.

  “No, Victor. I have a boyfriend.”

  “That’s news to me,” he says as he closes in.

  “No, Victor…” I holler out as he puts his icy cold hands on me.

  I’m glad Emily reminded me how to get to the pantry this morning or I might have forgotten with all of the rooms in this building. Walking closer to the pantry, I hear music coming from the room and know that is where I’ll find Emily singing along to the music. I’m outside of the room and I can hear voices coming from the room.

  “I do. So no, please, no.”

  I hear Emily say and I run in the room, wanting to get to Emily as soon as I can. When enter the room, I see Emily’s back against a shelving unit with Victor trapping her in, not letting her move.