by Bijou Hunter
Months without sex turned to years until my dick ended up covered in dust and cobwebs.
Now I’ve met the best looking woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to see. Too bad she isn’t a woman, and I’m not a perv chasing teenagers. Even eighteen is dicey, and Justice looks a few years shy of graduating high school.
Despite her damned age, she caressed my arm and sent me into heat. I haven’t enjoyed an erection like this in years. Hell, I can’t even remember what sex with a woman feels like. Not that I’d announce this information for everyone.
My Rawkfist Motorcycle Club brothers would have a field day with my dick’s current dry spell. I don’t like ribbing from the guys. I’m a sensitive cunt, I guess, but I want their respect and giggling at my unused dick isn’t respectful.
Now after so long, my body only wakes up for a teenager with a father who’ll kill me for doing her wrong. I don’t doubt Jared would feel a whole lot of rough regrets while killing me, but he’d do it nonetheless. That’s how fathers need to be, and I admire him for it. Even so, I can’t get Justice’s devious smile out of my mind.
Like a marked man, I spend all night rubbing my arm where she touched me. I dream of her, but she’s always too far away. Waking up, I know I’m in a world of trouble. Justice is off-limits even if she was flirting something fierce. How do I shake off a feeling I haven’t enjoyed in years? I lack any resistance to this kind of desire.
Years ago, Jared brought me into the club, and he’s like a father to me. The day after I meet Justice, I drop by his shop. My plan is to keep the conversation light and see if the topic of his daughter casually comes up. I’m interested in how close she is to legal. I'll wait, even without knowing if she’ll want to flirt so wildly if the chase ends up with me actually catching her.
“I ran into your daughters yesterday,” I blurt out when the conversation focuses for too long on his auto shop.
“That’ll happen a lot now that they’re living in the Rock,” Jared says, wiping at his dark mustache.
Getting a feeling he doesn’t want to talk, I only nod. Jared gives me a quick glance and smiles.
“What were they up to?”
“Justice got her wallet stolen,” I say and then add quickly when Jared’s expression turns pissed, “I ran down the kid who took it.”
“I’m sure she was happy.”
I think about her delicate fingers against my arm. If she were a little older, I’d have instantly taken up Justice on her flirting.
“How old are your girls again?” I ask, aiming for casual, but Jared smells my bullshit.
“Why?”
“I thought you said they were in their twenties, but those girls looked pretty young.”
Scratching his chin, Jared frowns. “Justice might have been with her little sister. That one ain’t mine.”
Without reacting to his comment, I replay Justice touching my arm. With her short hair and fresh face, I could have sworn she was in high school. Now that I know she’s legal, well, the dilemma turns into a green-lighted opportunity.
“Let’s be square,” I say, ready to track down Justice and see what she’s like when in a less thankful mood. “Are you cool with me asking out your kid?”
“If you mean Justice, then why the fuck not?” Jared says, unable to disguise the edge in his voice despite his otherwise friendly demeanor. “She’s a fun girl who could use a little entertainment. Now if you mean my older girl, Journey, no fucking way. She’ll kill you by the second date, and I’ll have to hide your body. I don’t need that awkward shit in my life.”
“I’ll be good to Justice. Scout’s honor.”
Jared smiles, knowing he’s the only reason my mom had the money to pay for Boy Scouts. He’d been keeping an eye on me since his Harley knocked me off my shitty bike. I went sprawling, and he took pity on a clumsy, fatherless kid.
“Wouldn’t be smart to make trouble with Justice,” he warns. “While she can’t fight for shit, she’s perfectly capable of siccing her sister on you.”
“Is Journey that scary?”
Jared shrugs. “Maybe not but a father likes to brag.”
My fingers return to the spot on my arm, and I feel like a dog in heat.
“Would it be too much to ask for pointers on how to get into her good graces?”
“Yes, it’d be way too much. Besides, I don’t have an answer anyway. Those girls make as much sense to me as their mother does. Hell, tonight I’m taking them out for dinner, and I admit I’m nervous. I never know what they’ll do or say.”
“They’re still your girls,” I say, unable to imagine going without seeing my son every few days.
“They’re women now,” Jared says, running a hand through his thick graying hair. “I can’t get involved in this thing with you and Justice. Whether you date or not, I don’t want to give advice or help you to hook up. I don’t mean to seem as if I don’t respect you. You’re a good guy, but I can’t get involved in gossip and taking sides. No matter how well you behave, things will end up being town information. I can’t be in the middle of that when I got enough people bugging me about Christine being back.”
“Have you seen her?”
“No, and she seems to be working very hard to ensure I don’t. I surprised them with a visit the first night they moved in. I kid you not when I say that woman jumped out of a damn window and took off running, just to avoid talking to me.”
I don’t say how weird Christine seems because I know Jared’s still got a soft spot for his ex. Everyone in town talks about the couple as if they only broke up a few months ago rather than several decades earlier.
Jared isn’t wrong about the town knowing everyone’s business. They don’t even whisper about it either, feeling the right to yell gossip from across the street. I have no interest being in the middle of the gossips’ crosshairs. Ever since I firmly gave Becca the boot, I’ve stayed off the radar of people in town.
I’m no one to no one. Sure, people might mention me in passing, but I remain invisible in the big scheme of things. As a member of the Rawkfist MC, I don’t want to be watched.
So maybe chasing Justice is a mistake when the entire town has their gazes on the Earlham/Sheerer family. I know logically I ought to wait, but I also know I won’t. My fucking arm still tingles where that intoxicating girl touched it. She’s already dug her way under my skin, and I need to know if I can do the same to her.
3 Black Sheep
Justice
Tall, rugged, and sporting one of the finest mustaches in all of mankind, my father is a good looking man. Jared fills out his faded jeans, simple white T-shirt, and black leather vest. I sometimes forget how handsome he is because I’m his daughter, and I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about my dad’s hotness. However, seeing him in the bright Sunday sun, I am struck by his good looks.
Despite coming from solid sexy stock, I don’t look anything like Jared. I have Christine’s blue eyes and blonde hair. I have the boob-less body of my grandmother. One more reason to hate the old crone.
As we walk into Cracker Barrel, I spot a lot of similarities between Jared and Journey. She looks more like him than I ever noticed before. Hell, with her masculine appearance, I bet she could even pull off a mustache. I decide I ought to share this information with her later tonight. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the compliment.
“Are these the girls?” a woman asks Jared.
Her name tag reads “Wanda”, and she’s working a ballsy-broad vibe. Black hair wrapped in a bun, she smiles widely at Jared, and I wonder if she’s gonna hump his leg next.
Jared returns her smile and introduces the three of us. I catch Journey’s expression and know she’s struggling with the image of him and Wanda naked together.
“Can’t believe Christine is finally back in Tumbling Rock,” Wanda says.
“Do you feel her presence will be a positive or negative thing?” I ask, starting trouble because my sugar level is dangerously low. I’m also a bitch, so that makes these
moments unbearably tempting.
“I always liked your mama.”
“Of course, you did.”
“Zip it,” Jared warns me. “Wanda and Christine were friends in high school.”
I narrow my eyes, but Jared only walks to the table where Wanda sets out our menus.
“Did he tell me to shut up?” I ask Journey.
“Yes, and it worked. I need to ask him what his secret is.”
“You have a booger hanging from your nose. I thought to say something, but I didn’t want to be too chatty.”
Journey only smiles at me over her shoulder. Poppy watches us, pouting because her daddy is a meathead without amazing mustache growing abilities.
We sit down and order from Wanda, who is so super-duper fucking happy to have us sitting and ordering from her. I keep a grumpy eye on her until Jared wads up his napkin and throws it at me.
“Knock it off.”
“No.”
“She’s a nice woman.”
“In the sack, right? Or on her knees.”
“Don’t make me come over there.”
“And what?”
“I’m not above turning you over my knee.”
Journey snorts. “I’d pay money to see that.”
“How much money?” I ask, wondering if I can make some easy cash.
“Twenty.”
Poppy’s eyes widen. “I’ll pitch in another twenty.”
Jared shakes his head and sighs. “Raising girls is some tricky shit.”
“Didn’t you kinda miss the hardest part there, big guy?” Poppy asks.
Jared studies my younger sister. He’s thinking about ignoring her but finally winds up the courage to face her hormonal hellfire.
“Don’t get mad, but why in the hell do people call you ‘Poopy’?”
Journey and I laugh at our little sister who only shrugs. “I had a lot of toilet issues growing up and the name just stuck.”
Shaking his head, Jared looks at the menu. “Doesn’t seem like a proper name for a young woman.”
“Especially not a young woman as classy as Poopy here,” Journey says, nearly pissing herself. “Dinner is going well so far.”
“It really is,” I add and nudge my dad under the table. “Are you and Wanda knocking boots?”
“What if I say yes?”
“I’ll start a riot and burn this place to the ground,” I reply and then shrug, “Or give you a quick speech about safe sex.”
Jared smirks at my threats, though I bet the second option scares him the most.
“Wanda is married to my club brother. No way am I touching her if I don’t want my fingers sliced off and turned into a necklace.”
“I wouldn’t mind one of them fancy, finger necklaces. Seems like a good way to show my man cares.”
“As if you could get a man,” Poppy mutters. “They all shoot you down.”
“That’s not true. Only the best ones shoot me down.”
Poppy sets down the menu and mutters, “I don’t like comfort food.”
“What do you like then?” Jared asks like a fool.
“Food that makes me awkward, even startled.”
“Like the meal from Temple of Doom,” I offer.
“Well, Poopy, I don’t have any monkey brains for you, so you’ll need to find something on this menu. That or you can starve until your mama hunts down something to your liking.”
“You’re a tough daddy,” she says, batting her eyes. “Too bad you weren’t around to raise these two,” she adds before gesturing toward us. “They might have turned out less, you know, odd.”
Wanda interrupts our festive time by bringing rolls. “If you girls need anything, let me know. I have the inside info on everyone in town. I’ll make sure you don’t mingle with any losers.”
I like Wanda a lot more since learning Jared isn’t porking her. She’s even prettier now too.
“I met someone the other day, but I didn’t get a chance to thank him for solving a problem for me. Do you think you could help me find him so I can send a thank you card?”
Journey spits soda back into her drink and gives me a side-eye.
Shrugging, I answer her unasked question, “I send thank you notes.”
“Since when?”
“Since Poopy’s dad bought me the correspondence gift set for my birthday.”
Frowning, Wanda places her hands on her hips. “I thought Christine said your name was Poppy like the flower.”
My younger sister shrugs. “Either one works.”
Jared loudly sighs just like he did during our visits when we were kids. Whenever we’d splash fight in the hotel pool, he’d laugh. Then we’d try to drown each other, and he’d start the sighing shit. It’s his only real dad move. That and the spanking threats he refuses to go through with. I’ve tested him many times, and my bubble butt remains unharmed.
“Who’s the man, hun?” Wanda asks me.
“His name was Court, I believe.”
Poppy laughs suddenly and keeps laughing for maybe twenty minutes. The rest of us ignore her.
“Oh, I know Court. So does your daddy.”
I glance at Jared, who shows no reaction. When I realize he isn’t going to help, I smile up at Wanda.
“Does he work somewhere I could send the thank you note? I’d just hate to bother him at home, just in case his girlfriend got the wrong idea.”
“Court ain’t seeing anyone.”
I begin to speak until Poppy’s giggling distracts me. She’s just on a roll at my expense.
“He works at Lipmann Storage Units. Don’t know his schedule, though.”
“Doesn’t matter. They can give him the note whenever they get it in the mail. Thank you so much for your help.”
Wanda smiles sweetly for me, and I appreciate her pretending to believe my bullshit. Jared isn’t nearly as helpful.
“Men around here aren’t to be teased, Justice.”
“Whatever do you mean, father?”
We all smile except for Poppy, who is still laughing about my failed flirting attempt with Court. She keeps stopping long enough to point at me.
In her defense, I’d do the same damn thing if the roles were reversed. No doubt the day will come when she crashes and burns with a guy, and I’ll need a pair of diapers to deal with the amount of laughing I'd do.
After Wanda delivers our meals and Poppy laughs herself out, Jared asks Journey, “When do you start work?”
“I started Friday,” she answers while poking at the food before us. “I forgot I don’t like mashed potatoes.”
“You girls are pains in the ass,” Jared mutters.
“Did you whine this much when we were kids?” I ask, chewing on my pork chop. “I remember you being masculine and nearly mute.”
Jared grins. “I guess I’m getting old.”
“Wait until you have grandkids,” Poppy says and then begins laughing at the thought of men ever having sex with Journey or me.
“I love my job, Daddy,” I say and then moan at how good the food is. “Thanks for bringing us here. We’re ever so grateful.”
“Better.”
“He doesn’t do sarcasm,” Journey reminds me.
Jared taps his fingers on the table. “I believe in sarcasm as much as I do in aliens.”
“You’re going to feel pretty foolish the day ET shows up to kill us with cutting derision.”
Jared starts to speak but stops once Poppy makes a weird noise. “I swallowed a fry before it was fully chewed.”
“Should I call an ambulance?” Journey asks.
Poppy sips her soda and mumbles, “Maybe. Give me a minute.”
“Are you always like this at dinner or did you girls eat a whole lot of sugar before I picked you up?”
“Yes on both counts,” I say, gnawing at the bone. Jared frowns at me, and I shrug. “Mom says not to waste food.”
“Good girl.”
I give Journey a wink. “I’m his favorite.”
“For
now. Let’s wait to see how much he loves you once you start stalking men around Tumbling Rock.”
Jared immediately frowns. “Don’t stalk men here, Justice.”
“I don’t stalk. I lovingly follow them around without their permission and often knowledge.”
“Court’s not a guy you should stalk.”
“Are you forbidding me from sending him a thank you card?”
Jared lifts a brow. “I’m not falling for that trick. If I forbid you, you’ll take it as a challenge and then claim I forced you to do it. Nope. If you want to chase a man around town, have at it.”
“I don’t chase them, Dad. I follow them at a leisurely pace. If they run, I still take my time and eventually catch up like Jason Voorhees stalking his prey. While it definitely helps if the men trip over their feet and fall a lot, it’s not necessary.”
Journey pats Jared’s hand. “Don’t worry. What sounds like psycho stuff is pretty tame once you see it played out. I mean, look at her with those puny arms and legs. Do you really think this Court fellow should worry about his safety?”
Sizing me up, Jared shrugs. “I can see it going both ways.”
“Don’t warn him,” I say, grabbing his hand in panic. “It’s not fair if he has a head start.”
“No, I guess it wouldn’t be.”
“Is this Court fellow dangerous?” Poppy asks, pretending to be worried for me.
“He’s a good man.”
“Is he a good man in your good man club?”
Jared eyes my sister who doesn’t know enough to flinch. “Yes.”
“Well, then he should know not to do anything harmful to our precious Justice, right?”
“No one is hurting Justice.”
“Journey is fair game, though, right?” I say, grinning at my big sister.
“Bring it on,” she says, standing up. “I need to walk off this food.”
Jared watches her go and then looks at me. “I’m glad you guys are back.”
“Me too,” I say, patting his hand. “I don’t care so much about the town, but I like the idea of seeing you all the time.”
Jared and I share a nice little father-daughter moment ruined only by Poppy’s staring.
