Page 79 of All The Happily Ever Afters

I’m so damn nervous. I hate this feeling. I wipe my hands off with a towel and make sure all the muck’s gone. Mr. Parker’s gonna be here soon. Usually I’m proud looking at my choppers when they’re all done. I look over the bike and love it. The design is hot. The chrome is shiny, and the leather smooth. Everything’s perfect.

But it’s for Catherine’s father. Mr. Parker’s approval makes me nervous.

I know I make my kitten happy now. There’s no doubt in my mind. But her father’s a different story.

Ever since that night at the party, she’s been staying with me. That’s how I want it. I need her in my bed and cumming on my dick every night. That’s the way it should be. Even though Khloe got kicked out of school for public drunkenness, I wouldn’t lether go back to the dorms. Catherine’s my girl, she should be in my bed.

But I’ve also been going to their family dinners every other Sunday. And that’s… fucking exhausting. It’s getting better though. I can at least admit that.

At first I refused to go. Who the hell wants to go to their girlfriend’s parents’ house? Especially since I know her father, and I remember how he told me to stay away from her. It was years ago, but still.

It made her so upset though. So I caved and went with her to her parents' house. My parents aren’t next door anymore. It’s odd seeing the house I grew up in. It looks different. New siding, and the current owners painted the shutters. They fixed the fence out back and put in large bushes on the edge of the sidewalk. It doesn’t look like the place I grew up. Which is a good thing in a lot of ways.

It sucked being there that first day though. I haven’t seen my parents in years. Not since they lost the house and came to me for money. That ended real quick when I told them no. I could see the look in my father’s eyes. That same mean look he used to give me before the fights would start. But I didn’t back down. If they want a relationship with me, they can have one. But if they just want money they’ll have to go somewhere else.

It hurts still that they left and never came back, but it’s for the best.

My parents are nothing like the Parkers.

Catherine was blessed with parents who really love her. They love her enough to be concerned about the fact that we’re seeing each other, too.

They know she isn’t at the dorms, which only makes it more awkward. That first night her father looked at me the way a man looks at the prick who’s fucking his daughter. Can’t blame him for it, but it didn’t make spaghetti Sunday go by any quicker.

I had to grin when I overheard Catherine’s mother scolding him in the kitchen. Janette reminds me a lot of Catherine. But there’s no doubt I’m nothing like George.

Although he did order a custom build from me. So that means something. That, and he didn’t put up much fuss when we told them we’re buying a new house closer in town when Catherine graduates this semester. So those are good signs.

“Hey! You aren’t dressed!” I hear my kitten come into the garage and practically stomp her little foot.

I turn around and smile at her. I’ve got a wrench in one hand and a towel in the other and say, “I’m going as a mechanic.”

She rolls her eyes and walks down the two steps so she’s on the concrete slab. “You gotta hurry, babe. As soon as Daddy leaves we need to get going, or we’re going to be late!”

She’s excited to see everyone from the party. Like it’s a reunion of sorts. As if we even stayed that long last time.

I hope Jake and Levi have another bet going, 'cause this time I am fucking her somewhere in that house. With that cute little skirt and fishnets, fuck yeah I’m getting in that pussy as soon as we find an empty room.

My dick twitches, and I think about taking her ass up to the office real quick, but then I hear a car pull up.

If her father doesn’t hate me now, he sure as hell would if he walked in on me fucking his baby girl.

I try to think of everything I can to get this erection down as Catherine walks over to her old man. He steps out of the car and looks back at me with a tight smile.

“You’re going to love it!” Catherine squeals, pulling on his arm before he’s even had the chance to shut his car door. He kicks it closed and keeps up with her pace as he comes into the garage.

“Mr. Parker,” I greet him and put down the wrench and towel.

“I told you to call me George,” he says.

Catherine rolls her eyes and says, “And I told you to call him Dad.” I cock a brow at her. My little kitten is cute and sweet, but we’re both giving her a look to tell her she needs to get over that wish. It’s not happening.

Her father walks around the bike and I square my shoulders. It’s exactly what he asked for, and then some. I’m confident in my work, and I’m damn good at what I do, but I still want him to like it.

He nods his head and smiles. “She’s a beauty. Good work,” he says proudly.

Catherine rocks on her heels with glee. “Told you.”

I nod my head once and say simply, “Glad you like it.” But that’s an understatement.

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