The UN Series Complete Box Set (175 page)

UNPREDICTABLE

Adjective

not able to be predicted

CHAPTER ONE

PARKER

I turn off my headlights and lay my head back against the headrest as the brown-haired woman bobs her head up and down my hard cock. Her technique could use some work, but who am I to judge? I’ve never sucked a cock before, and I sure as hell don’t know how many ‘suckers’ she has licked. All I know is that I have one and she is willing.

“Sandy,” I breathe as I run my hand down her back and over her ass.
God, I wish she could take her jeans off.
My cop car isn’t the most convenient place to get some action, but I got called in tonight after I already had plans to meet up with her. So here we are, parked on the side of a back road, making the best of it. And hey, I’m actually pretty comfortable. She’s the one stretched out over my center console with her knees propped up in the passenger seat. I realize I could get into deep shit for doing this while I’m on duty, but no one is gonna catch us way out in the middle of nowhere.

“Hmmm?” She hums around my dick, and I sink my nails into the soft denim of her jeans that cover her ass. I just wanna spank the fuck out of it as she begs me for more.

“Faster, baby,” I moan, needing more. She picks up her pace for me, and I thrust my hips to help her out.

“2388, we have a 10-50 at I-55 and LaSalle Park.” The second the voice comes over the radio to inform me of a traffic incident, I sit straight up, shoving my cock all the way to the back of her throat and knocking her head into the steering wheel.

“Parker,” she chokes out as she jerks away from me and grabs her head. I place my hand on her chest and shove her back into the passenger seat as I reach for the radio.

“2388. 10-84 is fifteen minutes.”

I hang up the radio and start buttoning my pants. “What? You’re leaving?” she pouts as she continues to rub her head.

“Yes. I’m on duty,” I growl at her annoyance. I’m the one with the hard cock.

“What about us?” she questions in a child-like voice and pushes her bottom lip out.

I lean over and grab her hair. I yank her to me and plant my lips on hers. I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth as she rubs her hand over my still hard cock that I just shoved into my pants. I pull away and she pants. “Meet me at my house in an hour.” She knows where I live. This isn’t the first time we’ve hooked up.

“Give me your key,” she demands, and I shake my head. “Why not?”

I have roommates. Tate and his Missy. I had originally moved in with Tate. Then Tate fell in love and his fiancée now lives with us. She would have my balls if I allowed a girl to have my key. I can already picture Tate calling me while Missy is in the background yelling at Sandy to get the fuck out. Then he’d kick me out. And that is just not gonna happen.

“Just meet me there in an hour,” I repeat, and she nods her head reluctantly.

I give her one more kiss and then all but shove her out of my car. She’s parked right behind my cop car, so I’m not worried about her having to find a ride. I make sure she gets into her car before I take off down the darkened road where we met. It’s pretty late at night, or early morning, however you wanna put it.

Within seconds, I’m turning on my lights and sirens as I’m merging on the highway. Papers scatter across my dash and my sunglasses slide from one end to the other as I take the sharp curves. Another five minutes pass by quickly as I fly down the road. I look at my clock that reads almost six thirty in the morning. The sun still hasn’t come up, but it won’t be much longer. This will be my last call. Once I’m finished with this, I will be off duty. But the funny thing about a call is that you have no idea how long it will take.

*****

KATHERINE

I stand in my hooker heels and little slutty, denim shorts with my arms crossed over my chest, trying to cover up my hard nipples. It’s freezing in this room. I shouldn’t have dressed this way in the first place—not only do I look like I belong on Eleventh Street, but I also don’t even match. But clothes are the last thing on your mind when you have to rush the only man you’ve ever loved to the hospital.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I lean forward and place my forehead on the cold glass. A chill runs down my back. I close my eyes and try to think happy thoughts. None comes to mind. Don’t get me wrong, my life isn’t a disaster by any means. I just can’t think of anything to give me hope at the moment. Hospitals will do that to you. They have a way of sucking the life out of you. Which is weird for me to say, considering I work at one. It’s different though when you’re visiting a family member.

I open my eyes and look out the now foggy window due to my breathing. The lights of St. Louis still glow as the sun starts to rise in the distance. I look down at the streets and watch all the people drive to work, preparing themselves for another busy day at the office. Their lives are boring and repetitious; I pray that I’m never like that.

“Katherine?”

I turn around to see a nurse in dark red scrubs who I don’t know standing at the door to my father’s hospital room.

I nod my head, as I look over at my father. He’s sleeping from the medicine he was given after his fall. It scared me to death. All I heard was a loud crash and then found him lying at the bottom of my stairs. I don’t even know what he was doing upstairs anyway. He laid there lifeless in a puddle of blood. Glass from the pictures he pulled off the wall as he looked for something to grab onto for support was shattered around him.

My eyes go back to hers and I catch her as she looks me up and down in disgust. Judging. For my lack of clothing. She probably thinks I’m his mistress or some over exaggerated bullshit. People really do have overactive imaginations these days.

I clear my throat and straighten my shoulders. “Is there a reason why you’re in here?”
Bitch
, is probably her next thought, and she would be totally right. What can I say? I may be daddy’s girl, but I’m very much my mother’s daughter.
Total bitch!

“I was just going to give you these.” She reaches out her hand, and I now realize that she holds something in it.

I take what she’s offering, and my eyes scan the material. “A home?” I ask once they register.

She nods. “I wanted you to look over your options.”

I toss them onto the chair that holds the only thing I was able to grab as I stormed out of our house. My cell. Which is dead—piece of shit. “There is only one option,” I snap at her.

She actually looks surprised by my words. As if I was just going to drop him off at a home and forget about him until he died and collected his money. Dress like a hooker and people will think you’re a gold digging whore just waiting for an elderly man to give you his life earnings. What is the world coming to?

“I understand you want to…”

“No, you don’t.” I interrupt whatever bullshit she was about to come up with. “I have taken care of him for the last two years. I’m not going to stop now.”

“He needs twenty-four hour care,” she reminds me.

“You can’t tell me anything that I don’t already know.”

She’s quiet for a few seconds. “Can you be there twenty-four seven?”

A simple question warrants a simple answer. But the answer is no. I work. That’s all I do, but it takes up most of my time.

She gives me a warm smile at my silence. I want to fucking punch her lights out, but I’ve had to take anger management before. I really don’t have time for it again.

I look back over at my father and walk over to him. I can feel her eyes staring at my exposed thighs, and I sit down on the chair next to his bed to obscure her view.

“You don’t have to make a decision right now. He will be here for a while.” With that, she walks out and leaves us alone.

I grab his cold hand and take it in mine. “No worries, Daddy,” I whisper to him. “You’re not going anywhere.” And I mean that. I’ll do whatever I have to do. I’ll hire someone. Hell, I’ll move someone in to take care of him while I’m gone.

My throat tightens and I feel the sting of tears in my eyes but I push that feeling back.

Be strong, Katherine. Keep your eyes open. You never know when the lights will go out.

My mother once said that to me. She spoke those exact words the day she walked out on my father and me. I was six, and my father raised me from then on. And that’s what makes this even harder. I should be taking care of him now; I shouldn’t be giving up on him.

I run my hand softly over his silver hair. My dad has changed a lot over the last two years. He went from being a man to being a toddler. I’ve had to bathe him, feed him, and dress him. The list never ends. I went into nursing because of him and now I feel like I’m just pawning him off on another.

I lean down and kiss his cold cheek. “I’ll be back tomorrow, Daddy,” I say, and I feel a knot start to form in my throat, but I swallow it down.
I don’t cry.

*****

Pulling up to my house, I grab the pamphlets and my dead cell phone off the passenger seat. Once inside, I go into my kitchen and throw them onto the kitchen table.

“So…”

I jump and spin around, throwing my back up against the fridge with my hand over my racing heart. The liquor bottles that rest on top of the fridge rattle from the movement. “What in the hell are you doing here?” I snap.

Leaning up against the countertop in my kitchen stands my ex-boyfriend. My annoying, trashy ex-boyfriend. Do you ever look back at pictures that your parents took of you in middle school—hell, even high school—and wonder
what in the hell was I thinking? I thought that outfit was cute?
Or
what was I trying to do to my hair?
That’s what I think every single time I look at him. What in the fuck was I thinking being with him?

“Why the hell are you here?” I ask narrowing my eyes on him. He looks like shit. His longer blond hair is slicked back into a low ponytail. His white shirt looks dingy and his ripped jeans are hanging so low that if I were standing behind him, I would probably be able to see his boxers along with his ass crack. What can I say? I know how to pick them.

He reaches up and runs his fingers through his blond beard. “To get my truck.” God, just the sound of his voice sounds like nails to a chalkboard and makes me cringe.

I shake my head. “I already told you. You’re not taking it.” I might have bought that truck for him, but it isn’t leaving here. “Coming here won’t change my mind.”

“Well, if you’d answer your fucking phone, then you would know that I’ve been here for three hours. I’m not leaving until you give it to me.” His voice rises as he speaks.

“I was busy.” And even if my phone hadn’t been dead, I still wouldn’t have answered. I’m that type of girl—when it’s over, it’s over.

His chest rises and falls as he tries to calm his anger. He looks around and then his eyes are back on mine. “Where in the hell have you been anyway?” he demands as his eyes look over all my exposed skin. They actually darken when they rest on my chest. He still hates the fact that I got them done. But he learned a simple lesson—never tell me that I can’t do something. His eyes finish their descent down my stomach and then legs. He reaches down to adjust himself, and I roll my eyes.

“None of your business,” I respond turning away from him.

“Where’s your father?”

“He’s gone.” I throw over my shoulder. I hate how it sounded. It was almost too convincing as if I really didn’t care. But when in reality my father is the only person I care about.

“He died?” His voice softened at his question, and I hate it. He doesn’t give a flying flip about my father or about how I feel. He only ever cares about himself. He’s proved that to me several times over.

“My father is also none of our business,” I say refusing to answer his question.

Just as I go to step out of the kitchen, he speaks. “You put him in a home!”

I spin around and see he has found the brochures on the kitchen table. He’s holding one in his hand as he skims over it.

“Of course, you did,” he says before I can respond. “I’ve been telling you to do that for two years and the moment you break up with me, you get rid of him so you can be a little slut and whore around.”

I feel a sharp pain in my mouth as I bite down on my tongue. The bastard has always known exactly what to say to piss me off. I roll my shoulders and try to relax. I’m tired. All I wanna do is get out of these clothes, get a few hours of sleep, and then get back up to the hospital to spend some time with my father. “I’m not discussing this with you,” I finally say as nicely as I can manage. “I’m going to bed. Show yourself out.” First thing, when I get up later, I’m gonna change the locks. I haven’t had the time to do it with all that has happened with my dad.

I turn around, but before I can take a step, his hand lands on my shoulder and I’m yanked back. I almost fall off my six inch heels. “I told you that I wasn’t leaving without the truck, bitch!” he snarls.