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One thing you hated was the fact your dad worked in the ER. Especially the ER in Pittsburgh that never seems to get a break.

You wait on a bench outside of the noisy hospital. Ambulances rolling in and out every now and then. Your hands are tucked away in your dad’s green coat. You sniffle as your nose runs from the cold. It grows numb at the cold breeze.

You didn’t mind waiting in the cold though.

Every time the sliding doors open you can’t help but glance up in hope it’s your dad. Each time it’s someone different; some familiar faces but it was never your dad.

The sliding doors open once more, your eyes flick up, and to your surprise it’s a more than familiar face.

"Dr. Abbot?" You say, almost like it was a question.

"You waiting up for your dad?"

You scoot over on the bench as he inches closer. He just has on black scrubs, a grey shirt under, and a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.

"Yeah." You kept your response short.

With a soft grunt he sits down next to you. He leans back a bit and his legs spread open slowly in a manspread you can’t help but notice.

Your eyes flick away quickly.

"Robby is going to be held up a bit tonight." His tone makes you worry. Your eyes flick to his.

"Should I be worried?" Something in your stomach twists.

"There was a car pile up on the freeway tonight. Some of the local hospitals computer systems went down, so they had to transfer them over." He explains.

"He’s been in there for almost twenty-four hours." You mumble.

"You know how your dad is, kiddo."

Kiddo.

"The sun is rising practically, and I see the night shift doctors going home." You point at the night shift doctor who has a Dunkin' drink with him everyday, leaving.

"I know you’re upset-"

"Upset? Yeah, I hardly get to see my dad because his second home is a hospital for crying out loud." You shout angrily.

Abbot seems taken aback at your frustration, but he understands. He places a hand on your knee and gives it a squeeze.

"I get your frustration — I do. Your dad just works hard," Abbot tries to defend your dad.

You shake your head, "But when do I get a say when I want to see my dad."

You squeeze your hands into a fist, they’re tucked away in the long sleeves of your dad’s coat. You feel the tears of frustration starting to rise in your eyes. You bite your lower lip to try to stop anything from escaping but it’s hard with the cold air smacking you in the face. A tear escapes and so does a hushed sniffle.

"Hey, hey, woah," Abbot turns to you and you refuse to look up at him. "These tears aren’t worth it."

He grabs your face and his calloused hand glides against your cheek. Your eyes flinch at the touch. His hands are surprisingly warm. His thumb brushes away a tear under your eye.

"How did you get here?" Abbot asks you.

"I took the bus." You sniffle.

"I’ll text Robby that I’m taking you home today, okay?" You feel your heart rate increase at the idea of being in Abbot’s truck, just you and him, going to your house.

You nod and wipe away the tears from your face, "Okay." You softly say.

The car ride felt like it was the longest car ride. The soft hum of the engine, and the smell of the cars heater blowing in your face. You can tell his truck is a little older. It is a nice rustic red, and it suits him. Everything Abbot has or does suits him.

He pulls into the driveway of you and your dad’s house. Your own car, a 2016 Volkswagen Beetle, which broke down on you about a month ago, sits peacefully next to his truck.

"You took the bus but you have your beetle?" He points to your red beetle.

"She broke down on me last month. I think something’s wrong with the transmission. Dad was supposed to take it to the shop last week, but he got busy."

As usual.

"I can always take it into the shop. I know a mechanic who could probably get her back up and running." You can’t help but smile.

"You’d do that?" Your eyes flick between his.

With a soft nod and a smile that you can’t help but stare at, "Of course. I’d do anything for you, kiddo."

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your palms grow sweaty. Your stomach twists and turns like you have to throw up.

"You should come in," You blurt out.

Abbot looks surprised, "You want me to come in?"

"I mean, dad wouldn’t like you to not come in. You drove me here you must be hungry or thirsty or — something." You ramble a bit.

Abbot chuckles at you and shakes his head. He reaches for his key fob and turns off his truck.

"Okay, I’ll go inside." He rests his hands on his legs.

His black scrubs fit nicely on his body. It squeezes around his legs and his black shirt accentuates his biceps.

You guys get out of the truck and you take out your key. It’s on a keychain with a picture of you and your dad, a small stuffed bunny, and a red heart. The keys jingle and you fumble a bit trying to unlock your door. You can feel Abbot staring at the side of your face and at the lock.

Once you get the door open you are instantly greeted by your cat Cinnamon. She’s a smaller tabby cat, and she rubs against your legs. She doesn’t hesitate to go to Abbot next. Rubbing on his black scrubs; her fur clings to it.

He leans down to pick her up. He lays her on her back and she purrs loudly. He takes his middle and ring finger and begins to pet her gently in the stomach.

"Such a pretty girl," He hums and rubs her fur slowly.

You lick your lips and swallow the lump forming in your throat. Your eyes can’t help but focus on his veiny hands and the thickness of his two fingers rubbing your cat.

He sets her down and when he gets back up he softly groans.

You blink out of whatever fantasy you were playing in your head.

"Are you thirsty?" You ask and walk over to the kitchen.

"Coffee would be great," He nods.

"Coffee after doing the night shift?" You tease and he huffs as he sits down on your sofa.

"Coffee is like water to me now, kid."

"You realize I’m nineteen. I’m not a kid," You glare at him.

"I know, I know. I just like saying it," He smiles.

You put the pod of coffee into your Keurig. It begins to rumble as the water starts to heat up. You awkwardly stand in the kitchen not knowing if you should go over to the couch or not.

"Don’t be so uptight in your own home," You flinch at the husky voice and look over at Abbot.

He pats the cushion next to him and hesitantly you begin to walk over. You stand in front of him and his head tilts up to look at you. You sit down slowly next to him. You can feel his eyes on you; watching your every move.

You guys sit in silence, you can hear your heart beating loudly. You’ve been around Abbot many times but this one time you’re with him alone.

You notice him bringg his hand up, and it finds your leg. He places his hand on your leg and brings your chin over his lap.

You watch him.

He knows you’re watching.

He slides his hand up to your chin slowly — rubbing your skin. Shivers run up your spine at his warm hands caressing your legs.

He turns his head and his eyes lock with yours.

You swallow.

"Abbot," you say almost breathlessly.

"Yes?" His voice is deeper than before.

You lean in more, your butt pressing against his thigh. Your legs are now both over his lap, but you’re not sitting in his lap — yet.

"Keep going," you say. "Please."

His eyes flick between yours. Something new lights in them and you can tell he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

You lean in to his neck as he continues to stroke your legs. You get a smell of his musk that makes him smell more like a man. You place a soft kiss on his neck and his hand halts on your chin.

You pull away and look up at him.

"Kid," Abbot begins.

His hand reaches out for your cheek. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he holds your face. A breathy gasp escapes between your lips. You stare up at him; he licks his lips slowly. Before you left him finish his sentence you place your mouth on his. His breath gets caught in his throat, but he doesn’t fight the kiss. His mouth wanders yours; his tongue protruding the entrance to your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other.

You find yourself now straddling him. Your hands are on his broad shoulders, squeezing and pulling on his shirt. The more you two kiss, the more you want.

He breaks away from you. You’re both breathless and he stares into your eyes. You can feel your lips are swollen but you don’t mind.

"Kid, we shouldn’t have done that." He says.

"But I wanted it to happen," You whisper.

He tilts his head back a bit and you bite your lip. You inch towards his face again and he doesn’t mind. You place another soft kiss on his lips. You can feel the heat from his breath on your lips. His breath smells like peppermint, and you can’t help but crave it.

Your tongue glides along the bottom of his lip, and slowly you rock your hips forward. With the movement of your hips you can hear him grunt in your mouth.

Everything around you disappears. All you can focus on is the feeling of your pussy slowly grinding against his growing hard on, and the way his breathing grows erratic against your mouth.

"Fuck," He groans.

He stared at you intensely through hooded eyes. You rock your hips and a shot of pleasure shoots through you.

You lean forward a bit and your head meets his muscular shoulder. His hand slides into your hair and the fingers that were once petting your cat were now racking through your hair.

You let out a muffled moan into his shoulder at the feeling of your cunt grinding and his hand roughly playing in your hair.

"Keep going," He encourages through a groan.

You press down harder and roll your hips. Your breath hitches softly.

"Yeah," He breathes. "Just like that."

You moan again at his words.

"What would your dad think?" He whispers. "Him coming home and seeing his daughter grinding against his friend, huh?"

You whimper in response.

You lean back and look at him. Your chest heaves up and down.

"I want more," You gasp. "Jack, please."

"Jack, hm?" He moves his hands down onto your thighs and up to your hips.

He squeezes and massages them slowly.

"What more do you want?" He asks.

"Touch me, anything, please." You beg.

"Touch you?" His hand slides closer to the button of your jeans.

He rubs his finger around the button. You watch the way his index finger slowly does circles on the piece of metal. You feel yourself pulsing at the idea of his fingers doing that to you.

He unbuttons the button and glides down the zipper. He can see your pink lace underwear you’re wearing. His thumb glides against the silky underwear and he looks up at you — looking for an answer.

"Please," you beg. "Touch me."

Without anymore hesitation he slides his hand inside of your underwear. You let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan as his index finger slides up your wet folds and runs over your clit, slowly. You rub is back and forth in a slowly flicking motion. You moan and tilt your head back a bit and rock your hips forward.

"You think you can take my fingers?" He wraps his free hand around your neck and tilts your head back to look at him.

You bob your head and he gives a smirk.

Slowly he pushes between your folds and slides his index finger inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his finger going in. A mixture of pain and pleasure rush over you. His index finger slides in and out slowly but his thumb finds its way down back to your clit. In a motion you fingers you and rubs circles on your clit.

"Look at that," he hums. "Such a good girl."

You moan loudly at the way he’s treating you and the words he speaks. You can feel the nerves bundling up and the pleasure becoming intense on you.

"Oh God," You whimper. "I’m going to cum." You moan out.

"It’s okay," He reassures. "I got you; cum for me."

With those words, it felt like an explosion hit you. Your body trembles as you reach your climax and you let out a loud moan. You bite your lip and collapse onto his shoulder once again. He pumps his finger slower inside of you until all that’s left is your body twitching.

You sit up and catch your breath. You two are both breathless and you can’t help but smile. Jack cracks a smile back at you.

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing gets out as you both hear the sound of keys entering the front doors lock.

You jump off Jack’s lap and zip up your jeans. You quickly tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at Jack once more. You notice him adjust his dick in his scrubs before the door opens.

"Hi dad," You blurt out.

"Hey sweetie," Robby sets down the keys in the bowl by your door and he walks over and kisses your forehead. "Sorry I’m home so late."

"It’s fine," you say. "Dr. Abbot kept me company."

You turn your head and smile at Abbot.