Page 34 of Fox
“Dad?”
“Go on to your room, Lil’ J,” Tony calls out to his teenage daughter, and she huffs, but I hear her walk away.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper between my sobs. “I-I’m sorry, I know I’m new and t-that you’re home with your daughter.”
“Fox,” Tony grunts as he gets on his knees in front of me. “What happened to you?”
“It’s my fault they’re dead. Mom and Lacey. He… I let him…” My hand touches the burned hole in my wet shirt, on my chest where my dad—my fucking father—drove his lit cigar in just an hour earlier while we stood at the burial sight of my mom and sister.
Tony holds either side of my lulling head. I have no idea how bad I look, but the pain is starting to set in, and if that’s any indication, my dad beat the holy fuck out of me. Tony’s eyes search mine, and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling me into a hug. A hug I had no idea I needed until I was in it.
“It’s alright, son,” I hear him whisper between my wails as I grip him tighter. “You’re going to be okay. You aren’t alone, Fox; you’re safe.”
Gasping,I open my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dark room. Fuck, it’s been a while since that memory has surfaced. Grabbing my phone, I squint several times until the time comes into focus—ten o’clock.
Looking down, I see Janie’s no longer in a tight ball, but instead, she has her head under my chin, arms under my armpits, and she's straddling my waist. Frowning, I feel something wet on my neck and move my hand to inspect it, only to feel the small puddle of…oh, for fuck’s sake, the girl is drooling on my neck. I don’t know who I’m more disgustedwith, her for doing it or me for kind of finding it adorable. Definitely me. Nothing about this woman drooling on me should be adorable… and yet.
“Torch.” Giving her shoulder a light tap, I try to rouse the woman. I really need to get up. My body is stiff as fuck, I’m starving, and I’ve got to piss.
“Torch,” I say louder as I start moving. She grumbles while waking up. I feel her whole body stiffen, and her breathing stops.
“Fox?” Her voice is small. I respond with a short mhm, and she groans.
“I was hoping it was all a bad dream.” She sits up and maneuvers off my waist.
“Nope,” I stretch, trying to ignore how even though I wanted her off me, now all I want is her back. “Unfortunately, you really did spend the entire day with me.” She snorts while rolling her eyes.
“Not what I meant, asshole; you were actually the most tolerable part of the day.” I slap a hand to my chest while gasping dramatically.
“Be still my beating heart. You’ll give me a big head throwing around those compliments.”
“Oh? Like your head could get any bigger?” I give her a sly smirk, to which she flips me off before her eyes travel to her phone sitting on the coffee table. The urge to continue to distract her from the shit outside this house becomes a necessity. “Are you hungry?”
She groans dramatically while laying her head back on the couch and rubbing her stomach. “Oh my god, I’m starving.” Trying like hell to lock that moment in a box to never think about it again, I fish out my wallet and toss it on her lap.
“Pizza or Chinese will both deliver here this late. I don’t care which, just get a lot from either. And I fear that when I say a lot, you think like an extra egg roll or something. I mean a fuck ton.I want you questioning both mine and your sanity at the end of the order.” She gives me a slow nod as a devious grin crosses her face.
“Papa Fox, you have no idea how much food I can consume. Trust and believe you and I are on the same page regarding the amount.” She lays back on the couch, one leg propped up on the back of the couch, and goddammit, I need the fuck out of here. Nodding, I turn to head to the bathroom. I need to piss and probably rub one out if she’s going to be staying the night.
“Fox!”Goddammit.Can’t I please jack off in peace?Raging cock in hand, I sigh as the shower water rolls over me.
“What?” I call out, making sure my annoyance is evident. She doesn’t care as she walks right into my bathroom.
“Fucking christ, Janie!” I yell, turning to face the wall. “Can I fucking assist you?”
“I spilled soda on my shirt. Can I borrow one of yours?”
“Yep, sure. Anything to get you the fuck out of here.” I groan, wishing my erection was not enjoying her proximity as much as it is.
“Awesome sauce. Chinese will be here in fifteen.” Once the door closes, I let out a breath before running my hand up and down my length. I will be honest; I think of her and have no right to be. But what happens in here is my business, and right now, I’m envisioning my face between those perfect tits while that needy, hot pussy of hers grinds against my jeans. Her gasps and pants, the memory sends me over, and I have to bite back a loudgroan as I shoot my load in the shower for the second time since getting in. At this rate, I might pass out.
Once out of the shower with a limp dick, empty balls, and enough shame to keep my eyes to myself for the rest of the evening, I head down the hall to the living room just as Janie runs out of the kitchen in nothing but my red hoodie.
“It’s like a snuggie!” She squeals, spinning around and… where are her pants? Janie grabs the Chinese takeout bag and jumps onto my couch while I stand in the middle of my living room, still trying to figure out where her pants are. I can’t sit next to her with those soft, creamy, freckled-clad thighs on display. God fucking damn it.
Staring at my pants, I feel my cock hardening again. I’m going to go into cardiac arrest at this point.
“I’ll be right back,” I mutter, heading back toward my room.
