by Angel Devlin
My jaw drops open. “Get out. You are not.”
He stands up taller. “I am. And when women get a look at the hot guy that owns this place, they’ll be flocking in droves.”
My stomach tightens with an unrecognisable feeling. Is that jealousy?
“Hmmm, given the hot guy I just saw passing, I’d say you’d better extend the place to fit all the desperate women in.”
I can feel the sparks flying between us and I’m surprised everyone else in the restaurant is oblivious to our teasing underlined by my fervent need to show him he’s mine and no one else’s by fucking him against one of the tables. His breaths are coming rapidly and I know he wants to smack my backside again right about now.
The guy comes back over.
“Uncle Scott. You said you’d come and be my prince and you have not been.” Amelia yells at him.
He sweeps her up, those biceps pumping as he does so. I can’t help it, I’m watching, and the thought it might be winding Jenson up too is just a bonus.
“You know me, Princess.” Scott says. “Your Daddy keeps me locked up here like Rapunzel. I keep asking if I can go let down my hair and he says no. He’s the wicked King keeping me trapped here in this restaurant palace. You need to free me, Princess Amelia.” His voice is dramatic and Amelia giggles, no doubt used to this man’s nonsense.
“Now, Amelia. You seem to have brought another princess with you, so who is this one? Is this Jasmine?”
“No.”
“Ariel?”
“No, silly.”
“Oh, I know. It’s Snow White.”
“It’s Princess Leah.”
I see the flitter of amusement cross Scott’s features.
“Leah, not Leia?”
“Lee-yah.” I enunciate clearly.
The guy shrugs. “Huh, there goes my fantasies.”
“Is there a table then, Scott?” Jenson’s eyes are narrowed and he looks ready to kill Scott. In fact, if he could use the force I think Scott would be looking a little pained right now.
“Sure, follow me.” He takes us to a quiet curtained-off corner and to a table set for four and then removes one set of cutlery. “I’ve not had lunch yet, but I take it I wouldn’t be welcome.” He’s clearly teasing Jenson now.
He passes us a menu each which amuses me as Jenson no doubt knows every inch of it already.
“Anyone heard from Krissy yet?” Jenson asks, looking in the direction of the bar where a bartender is looking stressed as he’s faced with a large queue.
“Nope. So I think we can safely say she’s probably not coming back.”
“I’ll get on it first thing in the morning. We’re off to Disneyland on Wednesday. I’ll make sure you have someone by then.”
Scott nods and moves away, saying he’ll be back to take our orders.
“What’s that all about?” I ask him.
“One of our regular bar staff seems to have quit without actually telling us. We’re too busy to be short staffed. I don’t like anything that gives customers a cause for complaint.”
I stand up and Jenson’s brow creases. “What are you doing?”
“Order me a lasagne. I bartended my way through college. I’ll go help clear the queue.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You aren’t asking and I’m only doing it now just to help that poor guy out. He looks like he wants to cry. I’ll be back by the time my food is served. Then you can ring round your staff to get the evening covered or I’ll stay. But tomorrow you’re on your own because I have a house to fix up.”
With that I saunter over to the bar, chat to Chester and ask if he wants a hand and away we go. Fifteen minutes later Chester thinks I’m an angel sent from heaven and I’m tucking into my lasagne.
“You’re becoming a little indispensable to me.” Jenson whispers in my ear, making shivers run from my lobe down my spine. “I’m going to miss you when we’re in Disney. Sure you can’t come?”
“Not to Disney, but I can come.” I whisper back. “I think you’re going to need to make sure I’m highly satisfied if I have to survive until Sunday evening before you return.”
“I intend to make sure of that,” he whispers darkly.
“It’s rude to whisper. That’s what you tell me, Daddy. I can’t hear what you’re saying to each other.”
“Oh it’s a secret about Disney, Princess.”
“Sweet! Okay then. Can I have some ice cream?”
“How is your daughter not sixty stone?” I ask Jenson.
The answer becomes clear once Amelia is full of food as she hurtles around the restaurant until Jenson scoops her up and says we need to leave because she’s going to annoy the customers. He’s managed to get bar cover for the evening, so with that in mind we make our way home.
Once Amelia has run around like something possessed for several more hours, she makes her way to bed and then after so do we. I once more get escorted around to my own property in the early hours.
“When I get back from Disney, you’re staying, even if I have to buy that house myself, to force you out of it.” Jenson groans cupping my breast. “It’s no good,” he says and pulls me around the side of the house.
“What are you doing?” I shriek as Jenson pushes me against the bricks. He unfastens my jeans and pulls them past my knees, then moves my panties to the side with deft fingers and slips first one, then another inside my slick opening.
“I’m becoming addicted to feeling you explode around me,” he growls in my ear. My eyes flutter closed. There are people talking in the distance, people who could walk past the house at any moment and potentially see what’s happening. The thought of being discovered just makes things ten times hotter. I thrust my hips up to meet his fingers. He curls them inside me in just the right way that within minutes I’m gasping as my body trembles and my core pulses around his fingers.
“Oh God, Oh God.” My exaltations are captured in his mouth as he feasts on my lips. Dropping to my knees, I open the waistband of his trousers and pull those and his pants down, freeing his erect cock. Gripping him firmly at the base, I take him in my mouth.
Jenson’s hands come to the back of my head and one fist wraps firmly around a clutch of my hair. As he gets more excited, he guides my head, showing me just how he likes it. I tongue the end of his glans and then deep throat him until with a, “Fuck, Leah,” his balls tighten and he releases his sticky, salty load into my mouth. I swallow everything he has to give.
Eventually he manages to walk me to my door and says goodnight.
The next morning I’m actually up bright and early. I’d refused the offer of breakfast as I had Carl starting early this morning as he wanted to try to get the dining room and the bathroom plastered today.
As he walks in the door, he takes in my beaming smile. “Someone’s had a good weekend then. Either that or you’ve accidentally sat on a cucumber?”
“Carl!” I laugh. “Is that any way to talk to someone employing you?”
“Smiling looks good on you,” he says. “You coming out with us again on Friday?”
“Erm, yeah, sure.”
“You can ditch us for cock if you need to.”
“I’m not having this conversation.” I laugh. “Do you talk to all women like this?”
“Only ones I know are okay with banter. Like my cousin.”
“The bartender?”
“Yeah. Well, she was. Until she got sacked for telling the boss to go fuck himself. Got a bit of sass has my cous.”
Synapses fire in my brain. “She looking for another job? I can’t promise but I know someone who’s looking. She will have to rein it in though, it’s a classy establishment.”
“Er, maybe.”
“I’ll be putting the kettle on, you call her.”
By the time I put a steaming hot cuppa in Carl’s hands he has a mobile number for his cousin for me.
I text it to Jenson.
Me: My plasterer’s cousin is a recently sacked
bartender. She’s sassy but cute. She’ll bring all the boys to the yard.
My phone pings a minute later.
Jenson: Leah to the rescue. I’ll have to find a way to say thank you… when will I see you?
Me: Later. I need to get on or this house will never be finished.
Jenson: I don’t want it to ever be finished…
I stare at his message. At the three little dots at the end. And I wonder what is going to happen. It’s likely that by the time he and Amelia are back from Disney, the house will be ready for the market, and I will be free to leave.
But I don’t want to go.
Frustration that I have to sell, that this can’t be my home because of unscrupulous loan sharks has me punching the sofa. I’ll be lucky if I’m left with enough to buy a keyring with, never mind a house. I need to start looking for a job shortly.
I need a bloody miracle, and some more paint.
13
Jenson
“Hey, how was your weekend?” I ask Kaylie when she eventually picks up the phone.
“Ugh, disaster.”
“So you didn’t get a guy to take you home and show you a good time then?” I cringe asking the question, but I just want her to be happy.
“No, Aiden brought me home because I was too pissed to even stand up.”
Aiden is her best friend. They’ve been close since we were all kids. Everyone’s always thought they were perfect for each other but still all these years on nothing’s happened between them, well not that I know of.
“And he didn’t even kiss you goodnight?”
“No, Jenson. He didn’t,” she snaps.
“Fine, listen, I need a favour.”
“Of course you do.”
“This is the last one for a while because we’re off to Disney on Wednesday but there’s something I’ve got to do before we go.”
“Go on…”
“I’ve met someone... I think.”
“Oooh give me the details.” I hear rustling down the line and I smile knowing she’s ready to hear all the gossip.
“Maybe later. But is there any chance you could stay a little later tonight so I could take her out?” Kaylie was already booked in to look after Amelia so I could pop into work this afternoon. A few extra hours shouldn’t hurt so I could take Leah out, right?
“Fine. But you owe me.”
“When don’t I?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Where are you taking her?”
“No idea. That was going to be my next question.”
With a sigh, Kaylie starts rattling ideas off for the perfect date with Leah. It’s even more proof that she needs a man if she’s got a million dates planned in her head.
Her suggestions do give me some ideas and after making sure Amelia is okay playing in the living room, I quickly pop next door.
It takes her a little too long to come to the door and when she does eventually pull it open looking hot and flustered, my fists clench with frustration—or maybe it’s jealousy, I’m not sure. It was obvious the minute I walked out of the house that she wasn’t alone because that damn van was parked in the driveway once again.
“Hey, I’m sorry, Carl was just—”
“Carl was just what?” My voice comes out as a growl, making Leah’s eyes narrow.
Her hands land on her hips as she blows out a frustrated breath. “Banging me against the wall.” Her eyes roll dramatically telling me she’s joking but my heart starts to race nonetheless.
“Short stack, where have you gone? I can’t hold this curtain pole up all fucking day.”
Leah’s head tilts to the side as she waits to see what I’m going to do. Knowing she’s alone with him has been infuriating at the best of times but right now I want to go and grab Amelia, put on our painting clothes and insist we help, to ensure he keeps his hands to himself.
Tension crackles between us, the silence stretching out a little too long. Eventually we’re interrupted by a crash from somewhere in the house. “Fucking hell, that’s your fault, shortie.”
Shaking her head, her eyes continue to hold mine. “Did you need something, only we’re kinda busy?” She knows exactly what she’s doing and her small smirk ensures I’m aware.
“Uh... yeah. Are you free tonight?”
“I can be. Why?”
“Kaylie is babysitting and I want to take you out.”
“Like on a real date?”
“Yeah, if you’re up for it.”
“I’m up for it.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up about seven.”
Rushing back towards my house, I poke my head into the living room to find Amelia exactly where I left her with her dolls.
“You want some lunch, baby girl?”
“Yes please, Daddy,” she calls without even looking up from what she’s doing.
I end up running late at the restaurant and come rushing through the house, shouting a hello to Amelia and Kaylie as I run up the stairs to get ready for my date. Even thinking the word makes me feel a little weird. I haven’t had a date in years. But I don’t ever remember being this nervous.
I jump in and out of the shower. I’m barely in there long enough to get wet before I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a slim white t-shirt. Throwing some wax through my hair and rubbing some oil into my beard, I stand back and look at the result.
“You look handsome, Daddy. Just like a real-life prince.”
“Aw, thank you, baby. Have you been a good girl today?”
“Of course I have.”
“Good girl. I’m sorry I can’t read your story tonight, but I’ve got to go out.”
“It’s okay. I hope you and Leah have a good night.”
My mouth drops open a little. “How’d you know I’m going out with Leah?”
“I guessed.”
Turning to look at her, she squirms under my stare. “Really?”
“No, she overheard me talking to Mum on the phone,” Kaylie confesses as we make it to her in the kitchen.
“Amelia, what have I told you about eavesdropping?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. But Aunt Kaylie was talking so loud I couldn’t help but hear.” Giving my sister a death stare, I go to collect the flowers I dropped on the counter as I rushed in. “How old is Leah, Daddy? Aunt Kaylie said she’s very young.”
“Really?” I snap at my sister.
“Sorry,” she mouths but it’s too late. I’m irritated. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that Amelia listens to everything these days and will repeat it given the opportunity.
“Try to be good tonight.”
“I will,” Amelia sings.
“I meant Aunt Kaylie.” I pin my sister with another look before turning, giving Amelia a kiss and marching from the house.
“Hey,” Leah, says pulling the door open soon after I’ve knocked. I don’t give myself a chance to check her out; I’m too desperate for her.
My palm lands on her cheek, my eyes staring deep into her light blue ones as I step inside and push her back against the wall. My lips slam down on hers and I take what I’ve been desperate for since our little session down the side of her house last night. Hitching her leg up around my waist, I press my already hard cock against her.
Her moans of pleasure fill the space around us, and they’re soon joined by my own growl as her hands slip up inside my t-shirt and her nails scratch across her back.
My tongue plunges into her mouth, exploring her like it’s our first kiss.
Once I’ve managed to clear some of the frustration today has filled me with, I step back.
“Wow, that was some welcome.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” My eyes drop from hers and I do what I should have done when she first opened the door. “You look beautiful.” She’s wearing a pink, floral sundress which shows off her incredible cleavage and sits high on her thighs.
“Thank you.” A shy little smile forms on her lips and fuck if I don’t want to pin her back to the wall again. “You do
n’t look too bad yourself. So are we going out or did you want to…?” She gestures over her shoulder. Glancing to the hallway behind her, my muscles ache to do as she suggests and spend our first date inside her. But that’s not what tonight is meant to be about.
I want to treat her properly. To show her what being with me could be like aside from being a parent to Amelia. We haven’t exactly had the conventional start to whatever this is, so I want to do something right.
“No, we’re going out.”
“Okay, let me grab my bag.”
Stepping from the house, I wait for her to lock up before leading her towards my car with my hand resting in the small of her back.
We chat about the restaurant and her renovations as we head into town. I explain how I’m interviewing her bartender suggestion first thing in the morning and she tells me a little more about her. I’m not all that thrilled that she’s connected with her workman, but beggars can’t be choosers.
“You’re taking me bowling?” she guesses correctly as I pull up a little way down the street from the bowling alley.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun.”
“I’m not exactly dressed for it.”
“You’ll be fine. Come on.” I intend to be a gentleman and open her door for her but by the time I get around the car she’s already standing on the pavement waiting for me.
Threading my fingers through hers, we walk into the building and book a lane.
It’s not until she goes to do her first throw that I start to understand why she was concerned about what she's wearing. Rearing her arm back, she steps forward and throws, but no one’s eyes are on the bowled ball as it speeds off down the lane because her shapely legs, and more importantly her arse, are almost on full display to every motherfucker in this place.
With my muscles locked tight, I push from the bench I was sitting on and storm over.
“We’re leaving.”
“What. Why?”
“You were right. You’re not dressed for this.”
Her eyes flick over my face, an amused smile appearing on her lips.