James

 

“More juice,” James asked, clearing the kitchen counter after their breakfast.

“No thank you, I still got some.” Katherine smiled at him from the other side of the counter, where she was sitting reading a newspaper. She was wearing wool socks, panties, and his shirt.

This time, he wasn’t complaining about it, or contemplating how to cover her up. Rather the opposite.

“Anything interesting in there,” he asked, putting the juice carton back in the refrigerator.

“What?” James frowned. “Why?” It was just a party for employees and whoever they wanted to invite. Sure, it was usually a success, but still. “It’s hardly newsworthy,” he said.

“Oh dear,” she said, “it’s because they’re worried about the zoo-animals.”

“What? What zoo-animals?”

“At the party,” she said. “Come and see for yourself.”

“It doesn’t say that,” he said, putting on his glasses. “Let me see.”

As soon as he rounded the counter, she pushed the newspaper away and stood up right in front of him.

“What are you…?” he trailed off as he saw the look on her face. “There was nothing like that in the paper was there?”

“No,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

 James fought the pull at the corners of his mouth. “It’s the glasses, isn’t it?”

She licked her lips. “More like you wearing the glasses.”

He couldn’t contain his smile. “Whatever floats you boat. Come here,” he said pulling her flush against him. “With just one look, Kitty, see what you do to me.” With his hands firmly on her ass, he ground his erection against her.

“Oh God James,” she moaned and threw her head back, giving him full access to her beautiful neck. As he began kissing her soft skin, his hand found its way under her shirt and into her panties.

“The glasses really do it for you, huh?” he murmured against her neck as his fingers traced through her wet folds and circled her clit.

“Mmm…” she moaned.

“Are you too sore, baby?”

“No…I want you, James. I want you inside me, now.”

Growling he crashed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss as she began opening his pants with one hand, her other hand in his hair, holding him against her.

His craving for her was so strong he only faintly registered the doorbell ringing.

 “Good morning Mr. Healy,” he heard Thomas say in a loud and awkwardly cheery voice.

They both froze as they heard her father reply, “Good morning Thomas, I took a chance that James is home.”

Katherine and James both sprang into action.

They were on opposite sides of the counter before Thomas answered, “Oh yes, yes he…um…er…I was just on my way out, but let me just go tell him you’re here.”

“No need, no need, I’ll find him myself.” 

“Oh…um…at least let me take your coat.” Thomas tried to stall, giving them time to sort themselves out.

James had left John a message that he wanted to talk to him, but he had expected him to call, not just show up.

“Good morning,” he said, entering the kitchen.

His eyes fell on his daughter, then James. “Seems not even you could make her keep her clothes on,” he said, chuckling. But as his eyes flicked between the two of them, his expression turned serious and his chuckle faded out. “Is that your shirt?” he asked James while starring at Katherine.

Shit! He’d completely forgotten the shirt.

“John.” James tried.

John held up his hands. “No, no, nononono…you can’t be serious…my daughter…no…Jesus fucking Christ, man.” John yelled, both hands going to his head.

“John, calm down, man.”

“You of all people…you,” he pointed at James, “the fucking boy scout.”

“Please listen. I can explain.”

“Oh, I don’t need you to explain, I understand perfectly”

“I don’t think you do. I am not in this to take advantage of your daughter, I sincerely—”

“Ha!” John barked out a laugh. “Good God, man, are you blind. You taking advantage of her? No, she’s taking advantage of you. How are you not seeing this?”

“It’s not like that,” James said.

“Yes, it is exactly like that,” he said. “Katherine, go pack your bags, you’re coming with me,” he ordered without looking at her.

“Dad, please hear us out,” Katherine tried.

“I’ve heard enough. We’re done here. Let’s go.”

“Dad, please—”

John cut her off, “No, get in the car, right now. I’ll send for your stuff.”

“John, please listen,” James said in his most diplomatic tone. “We didn’t want you to find like this.”

“Or find out at all.” John barked out, not letting him finish “Don’t fucking patronize me,” he spat before he turned to Katherine. “And you, if you weren’t so self-destructive, you’d be happy to know that I fixed your mess, you’re back in school on Monday. But I guess this is the thanks I get for keeping the police of your back.”

 “John, about the police,” James said.

John held up his hand, “James, I don’t want to hear it, whatever it is. Christ man, I can’t even look at you right now.”

They needed to have a conversation about that, but it was obviously going to have to wait.

John turned to his daughter. “Katherine, now!”

“Dad, I’m no leaving.” She stood her ground.

“She wants to stay here, she stays here,” James said putting his arm around her.

To say John was angry, was putting it mildly. His entire body shook as his face turned almost purple, his nostrils flared, and the veins in his forehead were dangerously close to popping. “Good fucking Lord,” he gritted through clenched teeth as he turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the front door on his way out.