Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3)

by Michelle Day

  Kiera left him in the living room with her three Labradors while she finished drying her hair, joining him after a short time, she watched him with the dogs, smiling that he didn’t seem bothered by the huge paws and slobber.

  “Your dogs are crazy,” he laughed as one of the dogs tried to sit on his lap

  “No, just stupid,” she replied, pulling the black Labrador off of him. “This is Rufus,” she told him while she stroked a silky black ear, “he’s the nosey one, the golden lab is Henry, the smart one and the chocolate lab is Monty, the stupid one, Rufus is the leader though, shall we go?”

  The walk through Richmond Park was very pleasant; Gavin had her in stitches with his antics in playing with the dogs and confusing the hell out of poor Monty. On the walk home, Gavin reached for her and pulled her into a kiss, stopping her dead in her tracks.

  “Hmm, can you stay for a bit when we get back?” she asked.

  “I had planned to,” he grinned, on reaching Kiera’s house, Gavin noticed a car in the driveway.

  “Are your parents’ home?” he asked.

  “No, that’s the nanny’s car, she must have picked up the step brat, this’ll be fun.”

  Entering the house they heard the television on full volume in the living room and found Kiera’s step brother lying on the sofa.

  “Turn it down.” Kiera shouted but reached for the remote at the same time.

  “Get off, I’m watching that, give it to me,” Devon leapt off the sofa and lunged at Kiera, he stopped dead when he saw Gavin. “Who are you?”

  “Don’t be rude.” Kiera snapped. “This is my friend Gavin. We’re going to my room; we have some homework to do.”

  “That’s a new name for it.” Devon smirked.

  Kiera grabbed the front of Devon’s top, “Say a word to Mum and Dad and I will go from being your big sister to your bitch sister, got it?”

  “Yeah, chill Kiera.”

  She grabbed Gavin’s hand and pulled him up the stairs and into the small sitting room in front of her bedroom.

  He took a moment to marvel that he wasn’t the only one with a veritable suite. How the other half lived. He could get used to this. “Don’t you think you were a little hard on him?” Gavin asked.

  “No, he’s a brat who thinks throwing a strop will get him everything he wants, no, wait, it does get him everything he wants. Huh, maybe I should try it.”

  “You talk too much,” he told her.

  “Oh, really?” She asked, hands on hips.

  “Yes, kiss me,” he wrapped his arms around her feeling her relax against him.

  “You are very good at that,” she sighed as the kiss broke.

  “Talking again,” he teased. “Oh look,” he peered around her “A bed, how convenient.”

  “Not so good at subtle,” she laughed.

  “Come on Kiera, we both know the real reason why I’m here, I don’t know about you but for me it’s been a hell of a long time since I got dirty with anyone.”

  “Oh God, it’s been forever,” she agreed, she put on an overly fake French accent and finished with. “Come into my boudoir Monsieur.” She held out her hand and led him, un-protesting into her bedroom. “Lock the door,” she told him then pushed him back against it as he turned to her, her lips pressing against his, his tongue searching for hers. She felt his hands begin to explore her body, her own hands under his t-shirt, she grasped the bottom of it, he raised his arms allowing her to remove it, dropping the shirt on the floor she pressed her lips to his chest, stroking the firm muscles and surprisingly soft skin.

  “Wow,” she sighed “you’re pretty.”

  “Ssh,” he kissed her, harder this time, pushing her backwards until they reached the bed, all the while he had been removing her top and bra. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he gently pushed her until she sat on the bottom of the bed. Then knelt in front of her, he bent his head to her breast, she laced her fingers into his wavy brown hair and gave herself over to his expert hands and mouth.

  “Christ Kiera, I’m surprised you don’t overbalance,” he cupped her breasts.

  “Hideous aren’t they?”

  “They are amazing,” he disagreed. “Far more than a handful and I have big hands,” he grinned then returned his attention to her breasts. She reached for his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside his boxers, not surprised to find that, like the rest of him, his cock was long, broad and ready to go. His mouth found hers as she began to stroke him, his hands undoing her jeans, withdrawing from the kiss, he encouraged her to raise her hips so that he could remove her lower garments. As their mouths met again, Kiera felt Gavin’s long fingers caressing and opening her, she let her legs fall open further and felt a flush spread over her body as he began to probe deeper.

  “What would you like me to do?” He whispered against her lips.

  “I’d like you to kiss and touch me all over but right now I just want you to fuck me like you are going to split me in two.” She pulled him closer, he chuckled and stood up, removed a condom from his jeans then let them fall to the floor, before he had time to draw a breath he felt her soft lips slide over the head of his erection, her right hand stroking the shaft, her left tracing gentle circles on his inner thigh.

  “Hey,” he said softly while extracting himself from her mouth, “You keep doing that and this’ll be over in a flash. I want to be inside you and I need to put on my raincoat,” he told her. Kiera took the condom packet out of his hand, rolled the smooth latex onto him then she looked up at him and beckoned.

  Dropping once more to his knees, he pulled her hips towards him and allowed her to guide him into her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in his chest and pulled him in closer to her.

  “Harder,” she breathed encouragement, matching his rhythm. Gavin manoeuvred her closer still as he continued his deep grinding so that she was on his lap.

  “Lean back,” he told her, when she complied, he firmly held her hips, leant back against her grasp and began to move her along his length, guiding her movements. She caught on quickly and began to move with him, feeling him sink deeper into her with each movement. She was wet now, her body tingling, tension beginning to build in her groin.

  Gavin smiled as she began to moan, she was dictating the pace now, pushing down onto him harder, her hands now holding his muscled biceps so that she could lean back further allowing him deeper and deeper into her, hitting that oh so sensitive spot hidden inside.

  Kiera shuddered and pulled herself into his chest, her erect nipples grazing his skin, she moaned and gasped as her orgasm shook her. As her trembling subsided she found she wanted more, she leaned back once more and began to grind against him, her second orgasm coming quicker and more violently than the first.

  As soon as she had stopped trembling, Gavin wrapped her legs around his hips and with his hands supporting her weight under her bottom and still deep inside her, he raised himself up and laid her back on the bed, he took her left leg and raised it up onto his right bicep before lowering his weight onto her, he began to fuck her in earnest, encouraged further buy her gasps of “Harder,” every few moments.

  Kiera met his every movement, looking into his eyes as he pounded into her, his breathing was coming in short bursts now, his pupils wide, he bit down on his bottom lip only moments before he held his breath as his orgasm swept over him. As his breathing began to slow, he wrapped her in a hug, his lips softly touching hers, she returned the hug, feeling him slowly subside inside her, he moved to kiss her neck.

  “Damn girl, you’re good at that,” he murmured.

  “You weren’t too shabby yourself.” she responded.

  “I promise next time I’ll be gentle and kiss you all over before I try to pile drive you into the mattress.”

  “I’ll look forward to round two,” she pushed against his shoulders. “We’d better get dressed, the rents will be home soon and daddy darling would freak if he came up here and found my door locked.”

  Ga
vin raised himself up and looked at her, her sweet pixie face flushed, her hair messed up.

  “I think it’s highly likely he may just guess what we’ve been up to.”

  “Oh, he’ll know all right but as he’s only my step Dad there’s not a damn thing he can do about it and Mum’s not bothered by it as long as I don’t get knocked up. He’s going to hate you on sight though, you don’t fit into his comfortable little category of what he classes as suitable young men for me,” she wriggled against him. “Seriously Gavin, you need to get off me.”

  “Ok, ok,” he sighed as he slipped out of her and off the bed, she handed him a tissue.

  “Take the raincoat with you,” she told him, “It is after all, all you in there.”

  Once dressed, they headed for the kitchen where Kiera offered him a drink. As the kettle boiled, the back door opened and Kiera’s mother stepped into the kitchen, she greeted her daughter and after giving Gavin a quick and approving glance up and down, grinned and winked at her daughter. “Dad and I are eating out tonight, are you able to make sure Nanny see’s to Devon?” she asked.

  “Yes Mum, I’m staying in tonight anyway.”

  “You are such a good daughter,” Tonya said before leaving to change.

  “Your Mum’s cool,” Gavin commented,

  Kiera only managed to respond with. “she is,” before her step dad came into the kitchen.

  “Aren’t you going to introduce me Kiera?” He asked eyeing Gavin with distaste.

  “Dad, this is Gavin, remember I told you about the new boy at college?”

  “I remember,” he touched Kiera’s cheek. “Why are you so flushed?”

  “That may be my fault Mr Abrahams, I kissed her, I think I have embarrassed her.” Gavin stepped in.

  “I supposed that is your monstrosity parked outside my house?”

  Gavin bristled. “If you are referring to the Supra then yes, it’s mine,” he turned to Kiera. “I’d better go, Dad is expecting me back.”

  “Do you have a last name Gavin?” Edward Abrahams asked as Gavin passed him, his hostility barely concealed.

  Gavin stopped at the kitchen door and turned to face the older man, “Jensen, my name is Gavin Jensen.”

  Edward smiled “Jensen? Of the Mayfair Jensen’s?” his mood changing instantly at Gavin’s surname.

  “Yes.” came the reply.

  “You must be Michael’s Grandson then?”

  “That’s right, you know him?” Gavin asked.

  “Yes, I have had the pleasure of doing business with him, Tessa and Matthew on several occasions, unfortunately, I have also had the misfortune of being taken over by that parasite Paul. You must be Tessa’s boy.?”

  Gavin smiled and leaned back against the door pushing his hands into his pockets, he shook his head “No. I’m Paul’s son, you know, the parasite.”

  “I see the resemblance now,” Edward frowned. “I thought you lived with your mother?”

  “I did, now I don’t and just so you know, I am very much like my Dad. It was very interesting meeting you Mr Abrahams, I’ll mention you to my Grandfather tonight when I see him.” Gavin turned out of the kitchen and headed for his car.

  “I’m really sorry about that,” Kiera puffed as she caught up with him.

  “It’s ok, interesting how he suddenly approved of me when he heard my last name.” He unlocked his car.

  “Well, he heard Jensen and saw pound signs,” she shrugged. “Apart from him, I had a really nice time, we still ok for Friday night or has my Dad put you off?” She touched his arm.

  “Of course we’re still on for Friday, you don’t seriously think something like that would bother me do you?” He wrapped his arms around her. “I have a feeling winding your Dad up is going to be most amusing,” he bent to whisper the last part into her ear, finishing with, “he’s watching, so I guess you had better have one last round of tonsil tennis with me before I leave.”

  Kiera sighed. “Oh ok, if you insist,” she said and turned her face up to him, she gasped as his hand slid down to her bottom and sharply pulled her against him all the while caressing her tongue with his own. Gavin pulled away from her when his phone rang, still with an arm around her shoulder and leaning back against his car, he answered the call.

  “Hi Dad.”

  “We’re leaving in 20 minutes, how long will you be?” Paul asked.

  “I’m just getting into the car, I’ll be there in 10.” Gavin replied.

  “Good, by the way, I fully intend on getting hammered, so you are driving.”

  “Not a problem, what car are we taking?”

  “I thought I’d let you try out the Jag.” Paul grinned picturing the smile spreading across his son’s face.

  “Sweet, see you in a bit.” He hung up and turned to Kiera, “Dad’s actually going to let me drive his Jaguar – awesome, gotta go, shall I pick you up in the morning or would you rather go with Quinn?”

  “Pick me up,” she hugged him then watched as he drove away, waiting until he was out of sight before she turned back into the house.

  “You shouldn’t let him maul you like that.” Edward growled at her.

  “He wasn’t mauling me, he was saying goodbye,” she replied tartly. “Hadn’t you better get ready for your night out, you know how Mum hates to be kept waiting.”

  Chapter 4

  It only took until the end of the first week at college for Gavin to be surrounded by people, his easy going nature and natural cheekiness had made him an instant hit, and even some of Quinn’s friends had defected from the Sloane crowd to join Gavin and his new friends.

  Friday evening approached, Gavin had arranged to collect Kiera from her evening waitressing job at a nearby Bistro where she worked with Angel. He noticed Quinn’s Range Rover parked in the far corner of the car park, deciding to take advantage of the fact that Quinn was overly nice to him in Angel’s presence, Gavin pulled his Supra alongside the Range Rover, got out and rested the back of his legs against the offside front wing then lit a cigarette. Quinn got out of his own car and took the cigarette Gavin offered him.

  “Coach would kill us if he caught us smoking.” Quinn commented.

  “He would,” Gavin agreed. “He’d probably go nuts if he discovered his star players didn’t abstain the night before a game too.”

  Quinn quickly looked to the ground, shuffling his feet and refusing to meet Gavin’s eye when he murmured his vague agreement.

  “You two have…?” Gavin drifted off mid-sentence as the penny dropped that Quinn had not yet sealed the deal with Angel. “Dude, what is wrong with you?” Gavin laughed heartily, making it known to Quinn that he now considered Angel fair game.

  “Shut up!” Quinn hissed. “Let’s be clear here, you’ve made it obvious that you like my girlfriend, you should know, she would never go with someone like you. She prefers a gentleman.”

  “Oh, I can be gentle....man.” Gavin quipped. “Perhaps she just doesn’t trust you.”

  “She trusts me, she just wants to take it slow.” Quinn denied.

  “Uhuh, how long have you two been together?”

  “Six months.”

  “Shit, that is slow. Kudos to you Quinn, you must have the patience of a saint.” Gavin conceded.

  Before Quinn could reply both girls came out of the Bistro, looking stunning.

  “Where are we meeting the others?” Gavin asked while opening the passenger door of the car for Kiera

  “By Richmond Gate, do you know it?” Quinn replied.

  “No, I’ll follow you.”

  “Well, try to keep up then.” Quinn smirked.

  “You’re really funny Quinn.” Gavin replied sliding into his own car.

  In total six cars and sixteen teenagers turned up at the late showing Friday night film, the boys standing in line for tickets while the girls sorted out drinks and snacks. They took up almost two whole rows of seats, Gavin and Kiera in the far left seats by the wall in the second row from the back, Quinn and Angel in the m
iddle of the back row.

  Fifteen minutes into the film, Angel caught a movement in her peripheral vision and glanced over at Kiera who had leaned over to Gavin and was whispering in his ear, she could see Gavin in profile and watched the smile on his lips spread and he nodded slightly, she gawped as she observed her friend slip off her seat and onto her knees as Gavin shifted slightly in his seat.

  Angel rested her head on Quinn’s shoulder so it didn’t look so obvious that she wasn’t watching the film with her full attention. Within minutes she saw Gavin’s lips part and he took a deep breath. Kiera appeared and Gavin drew her into a kiss.

  “Unbelievable.” Angel thought.

  “I need to nip to the loo,” Kiera told Gavin as they came out of the cinema. Waiting in the lobby for Kiera, he smiled at Angel as she approached him.

  “You’re disgusting,” was her opening comment.

  “You might want to fill me in, I have no idea what you are talking about,” he frowned.

  “Making Kiera go down on you in the cinema, I can’t be the only one who saw you.”

  “I didn’t make her do anything,” he replied. “She asked me if I had the guts to let her give me a public blow job, obviously I did.”

  “You couldn’t have waited until you got home?” Angel asked.

  “Probably, you’re missing the point that it wasn’t my idea, so perhaps you should be having this conversation with Kiera instead of having a go at me.” he grouched.

  “I’m having a go at you because you could have said no,” she hissed, even more annoyed when Gavin laughed.

  “No man in his right mind would turn down a blow job,” he told her. “Besides, if you had been watching the film instead of watching me, you wouldn’t have seen anything,” he turned it around on her, watching her blush.

  “You’re a real arse sometimes,” she told him.

  “Just one of my many talents,” he quipped, then grasped her arm as she turned away. “Angel, I’m sorry if it offended you.”