Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3)

by Michelle Day

  “I’d better get you home,” he wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “Nooo, I can’t go home like this, can’t we go to yours?”

  “Ok,” he picked up her bags, still supporting her with one arm wrapped around her. “Give me the bottle.”

  “I haven’t finished it,” she protested.

  “You aren’t drinking it in my car,” he told her.

  “I won’t, I’ll put my thumb in the top of the bottle so I won’t spill any in your precious car ok?”

  Making sure Angel was safely in the passenger seat; he put her bags by her feet and went around his side of the car. Angel took a swift sip of her drink while he was walking around the car. As he occupied himself with fastening his seat belt she took another sneaky slug of her drink.

  “I saw that,” Gavin said reaching for the bottle. “Give it to me,” he told her, wrapping his hand around the bottle.

  “Just let me finish it, then I can’t spill it can I?”

  “I’m not taking the chance,” he jerked the bottle from her grasp resulting in the remainder of the orange flavoured alchopop spilling down the front of his white t-shirt. Angel was unable to hold back the snigger, covering her mouth with her hands to stop herself from bursting into a loud laugh.

  Gavin looked from her, to his now nicely wet t-shirt to the bottle in his hand. “Terrific” he got out of the car and dropped the bottle in the nearest rubbish bin, returning to the car and once again strapping himself in, he turned to Angel who was still trying not to laugh. “Thanks for that, now I’m all sticky.”

  “Wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me finish it.” She replied.

  “I’m beginning to wish I had,” he huffed as he started the car.

  Arriving home, Gavin left his car in the driveway at the front of the house instead of putting it in the garage as he normally would and took Angel in through the front door instead of his usual method of going around the house and through the kitchen via the fridge. Suzanne was coming down the stairs, linen basket in her arms.

  “Hi Suzanne, can I ask a favour?” Gavin said, once again wrapping his arm around Angel as she began to sway. “Could you make me a pot of coffee and bring it up to my room, I’ve got to sober her up before I take her home.” He guided Angel towards the stairs.

  “Sure, I hope it wasn’t you who got her in that state,” she admonished.

  “Hi,” Angel grinned, giving Suzanne a little wave.

  “I’m not the one who got her drunk, she did that all on her own. Thanks Suzanne,” he called over his shoulder as he helped Angel up the stairs. He stopped dead outside the door of his room. Above the door was a fuzzy black and white cow print sign emblazoned with the name, “Daisy.” By the side of the door was a push button bell.

  “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered then “Don’t!”He warned, too late, Angel had pushed the bell which emitted a loud Moo, sending her into another round of giggles. Opening the door to his room Gavin was appalled to see Astro turf on the floor where his carpet had been that morning, “I’m seriously going to kill him.” Stepping into his room, he heard Paul shout.

  “Die worm scum!”

  “Awesome,” Gavin looked at Angel. “I don’t even have to go too far to kill him.” Stepping further into his room, he asked, “Dad, where the hell is my carpet?”

  “Hello boy,” Paul got to his feet and turned off the games console, turning to look at his son. “Hell-o,” he repeated smiling at Angel.

  “Hi,” Angel smiled back at him. “You’re pretty,” she finished.

  “Thank you,” Paul grinned watching his son’s frown deepen.

  “Seriously Dad, where is my carpet? And were the sign and the bell strictly necessary?”

  “Don’t you like my gifts?” He asked laughing. “The carpet is still here, I just thought I’d make a point.”

  “I got the message loud and clear Dad thanks,” Gavin replied, he needn’t have bothered as Paul wasn’t listening.

  “And who are you?” He was asking the pretty brunette leaning on his son.

  “I’m Angel, nice to meet you Mr. Jensen.”

  “Please, Mr. Jensen is my father, call me Paul.”

  “Ok Paul, I will…, wow, you two look alike!”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Paul nodded.

  “Christ Dad, Angel is the girl I’m tutoring as punishment for flying at Quinn.” Gavin finally got Paul’s attention.

  “Punishment? I’m sure I could think of something more appropriate. This is going to be a real chore for you isn’t it son?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Gavin answered.

  “Here you go,” Suzanne had entered his room with the pot of coffee, mugs and biscuits.

  “Thanks,” Gavin told her. “Dad, it’s about time you got lost.”

  “Ok, I’m going,” he watched as his son carefully lowered Angel into the sofa. “She’s far too drunk to know what she’s doing,” he commented.

  “I know, that’s why I’m trying to sober her up, her parents would freak if she went home in that state.”

  “Gavin, she’s a very attractive girl” Paul warned.

  “Dad, I do have some morals, I know where you are going with this, I just want to get her sober and take her home.”

  “Are you sure you are my son?” Paul asked.

  “Nice Dad, nice. If I do anything with her then I want her to remember it and come back for more, I’m hardly going to take advantage while she’s smashed now am I?”

  “I would hope not. You certainly know how to pick ‘em boy.”

  “We’re just friends,” Gavin said guiding Paul to the door.

  “Uhuh, of course you are. I know you, you wouldn’t be putting yourself out this much for someone you don’t have feelings for.”

  “I surely can’t be that easy to read?” Gavin asked.

  “Son, you are so transparent a blind man could read you.”

  “Dad, fuck off,” Gavin laughed closing the door; he sat himself beside Angel and turned his sixty inch plasma screen on to a music channel. Angel was happily munching her way through the plate of biscuits that Suzanne had left. Gavin poured her a black coffee and told her to drink it. He left her side to rummage through a draw looking for a clean t-shirt. While his back was turned, Angel surreptitiously took a sip of another Bacardi Breezer; she wasn’t ready to be totally sober just yet.

  “What ya doin?” She asked.

  “I need to get out of this shirt,” he replied, pulling the stained garment over his head and taking a clean one from the drawer.

  “You really don’t need to put another one on do you?”

  Gavin turned to look at her. “What?” He asked, surprised to find her standing.

  “Well, I mean, you have the whole body thing going on,” she gestured with her hands to emphasise her point. “It would be a shame to cover it up,” she finished knowing that had she been totally sober, she would never have had the courage to say that out loud.

  Gavin dropped his hands to his sides, his left hand holding his clean shirt, he took two very quick steps towards her causing her to back away until she was pressed against the wall, he leaned in close to her, close enough to get her thinking that he was going to kiss her, he cocked his head to one side and leaned in a little closer.

  “Don’t objectify me,” he said quietly before turning away and pulling the t-shirt over his head. No sooner had his head appeared through the neck of his shirt than she was upon him, her arms around his neck, her lips and body pressed to his. He groaned, unable to suppress his desire and held her firmly against him, kissing her the way he had wanted to since the very first moment he had seen her.

  His conscience began to niggle him as her hands went under his shirt moving it up his body so that she could lap at the sticky line the alchopop had left on his skin. He ripped the shirt back over his head, his skin coming alive at her touch.

  “Angel, we should stop, you’re drunk,” he tried half heartedly to
push her away.

  “I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing,” she replied. “I want this.”

  “What about Quinn?” He asked, not really caring but trying so hard to be the responsible one.

  “I told him to go fuck himself, do you want this or not?” she demanded. He didn’t answer, instead he kissed her again slipping his hand under her shirt and expertly unfastening her bra with one hand. Taking advantage of her arms wrapped firmly around his neck to bring his hands up to her breasts, gently cupping them then moving to tease her nipples, which readily sprung to life at his touch.

  Angel ground her hips into his, feeling his arousal pushing back at her. She had entwined the fingers of one hand in his hair while she alternately kissed him and licked his firm chest, feeling the accelerated beat of his heart beneath her lips. Her other hand snaked it’s way between them and began to massage him to full erection while her lips found the soft skin on his neck, she opened her mouth wide enough to pull in some of the skin and sucked on his neck feeling him gasp and pull her tighter against him.

  She felt Gavin lift her off her feet and begin to lower her to the floor.

  “No,” she breathed against his lips, “Grass stains,”

  Gavin tutted and instead of going down to the floor, he picked her up, kicked open his bedroom door and laid her on his impressively gothic four poster bed, covering her body with his, allowing her to take some of his weight. He pushed her top out of the way and lowered his mouth to her breasts, more than aware of her nails dragging on his back and her hips gyrating against him.

  Raising himself off her, he slid from the bed, unfastened her jeans and pulled them off in one swift movement, he then lowered himself onto her again, paying attention to her beautifully pert breasts while subtly moving a hand down her body. Shifting his weight on to one side, he paused to look at her, her hands coming up to stroke his face. He watched her reaction as his left hand found its way beneath the waist band of her low slung girl boxer shorts, slowly and gently his fingers found their way to her soft and wonderfully wet lips. She gasped and reached to pull him closer as his fingers brushed ever so gently against her clit and began subtly manipulating her towards orgasm.

  They both caught their breath when Paul bellowed his son’s name from the bottom of the stairs, Angel gasped. “No, don’t stop,” as Gavin slid from her side.

  “Hold that thought,” he told her brushing his lips against hers, “I’ll be back before you know it,” he glanced down at his groin as he made his way through his room knowing he would have to do something about the more than obvious bulge before going downstairs. He began reciting times tables in his head to distract him from the thoughts of what he had almost done.

  By the time Gavin returned to his room, Angel had fallen asleep half in and half out of his bed. He lifted her legs and tucked them securely under his duvet. Her t-shirt and bra were still pushed up under her chin, he carefully threaded the straps of her bra through the sleeves of her shirt then removed it before pulling the garment over her breasts and covering her with the duvet. He took her bra and, stopping to pick up her jeans from the floor, placed her clothes on a chair in the corner of the room. Pulling on an old t-shirt, he returned to the bed and slipped, fully clothed under the covers.

  Angel woke to the sound of music which puzzled her as her alarm usually let out a loud offensive bleeping noise that ripped her out of sleep. Being woken to music was much more pleasant and obviously the way to go. She realised that she was very comfortable, but at the same time she recognised she wasn’t alone in the bed. Laying on her right side, she opened her left eye and instantly recognised Gavin, it was then she felt his firm chest under her left arm and his thigh under her leg.

  She eased herself away from him watching as he stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake. She took a peak under the duvet to confirm that she was only wearing her knickers on her bottom half, looking under her t-shirt she found that she was also bra-less.

  Looking at the body next to her she smiled when she saw that Gavin was fully dressed then frowned as she remembered throwing herself at him the previous night. Gavin stirred as the track on the radio ended and the DJ began to talk. He stretched and ran his tongue over his lips, his left hand scratched the side of his face then both hands travelled the length of his body coming to rest on his morning erection held firmly in check by his jeans, he opened his eyes,

  “Hi,” he murmured quickly flipping over onto his stomach.

  “Hi, erm, where’s my bra?”

  “On the chair with your jeans,” he answered now able to turn onto his side. “Do you remember anything about last night?”

  “I remember everything except how I ended up tucked up in your bed.”

  “You fell asleep and looked so peaceful I didn’t have the heart to wake you up,” he confirmed.

  “Oh,” she paused. “Just to clarify, we didn’t actually go all the way did we?”

  “No but it was close,” he sat up. “I had to go and talk to Dad, you were asleep by the time I came back.”

  “And you felt the need to sleep with your clothes on?” She asked.

  “Yeah, I thought it would be safer that way.”

  “Thank you Gavin.”

  “For what?”

  “For being a gentleman and not taking advantage of me.”

  “Oh I took advantage of you before you fell asleep, you were drunk and I should know better.”

  “I knew what I was doing, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want, at least I know I really can trust you now.”

  “The real question should be whether or not I can trust myself,” he slid out of the bed.

  “I just find it refreshing to know that I can get hammered around you and come out of it intact. Quinn would have taken advantage of the situation.”

  “I’m not Quinn.”

  “You certainly aren’t. Quinn would have taken what he wanted regardless and I’ve decided that I don’t want him to be my first.”

  Gavin stopped searching through his wardrobe and turned to look at her. “That would imply that you are a virgin.” He said.

  “Yes, I am.” She replied.

  Gavin ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m so glad you didn’t tell me that last night, there’s no way I would have been able to stop myself and you wouldn’t still be a virgin this morning,” he told her.

  “I could have lived with that.” She answered seriously.

  “Look me in the eye and tell me that had we had full blown sex last night you wouldn’t be regretting it now.”

  “I…” she started, “I don’t know. Maybe I would have regrets but I don’t think it would be about you being my first.”

  Gavin sighed, “what do you want from me Angel?”

  “I think I simply want you, I love the time we spend together, I feel totally relaxed around you but there’s Quinn...”

  “Him again! I can’t do this. I know I said I could wait to be the person you wanted to be with but after last night I honestly don’t think I can. I’m happy to be friends with you, I think I can do that but you will have to keep your distance, you can’t keep touching me, it turns me on way too much and it’s unfair.”

  “How can my touching say, your arm turn you on?”

  “Angel, I’m eighteen, cling film and lino turn me on,” he grinned “I’m basically a walking hormone.”

  She laughed, “Ok, so we can stay friends, good friends but I should be strictly hands off?”

  “Yeah, we can at least give it a go, see how it works,” he selected his clothes for the day then went to the window to open the curtains. “Looks like it’s going to be a nice day,” he said over his shoulder. Angel came to stand beside him.

  “Hmm, it does, do we have time to stop by my house? I need to change my underwear.”

  Gavin glanced at his watch. “Shit, no we don’t, if we don’t get a move on we’re going to be late, use one of my t-shirts,” he went to a drawer, opened it and let her go through his shirts. �
��Look,” he said, “I’ve got a new pack of boxers, they’re the wrong size for me, I know it’s not ideal but you can use them.”

  “That’s cool, I prefer boy boxers,” she took the pack. “Ok if I borrow this shirt?” she held up his AC/DC shirt. “I have one the same so hopefully Quinn won’t notice.”

  “Sure, no problem,” he answered. “You can use my bathroom, there’s a new toothbrush in the cabinet.” He was stripping down to his Calvin Klein boxers as he talked, “I’ll use the family bathroom.”

  Angel went through to Gavin’s en suite bathroom with the image of Gavin in just his boxers implanted firmly in her mind. It was tiled from floor to ceiling in stark white tiles with deep red and grey towels hanging from a wall mounted towel heater. She opened the bathroom cabinet to reveal shaving cream and a large amount of condoms; she smiled and shook her head, removed the new toothbrush and proceeded with her morning routine.

  Gavin was dressed and brushing his hair when she came out of the bathroom.

  “This is going to raise a few eyebrows, thanks,” he turned to her and moved his hair from the left side of his neck to reveal the love bite.

  “Yeah, sorry about that.”

  “It’s ok, good times,” he grinned. “Your phone was jumping.”

  She picked up her phone from the bedside table and read the text message.

  “It’s from Quinn, he wants to know where I am,” she told Gavin. “What am I going to tell him about last night?”

  “That you and I were studying, it got late, I’d had a couple of drinks and couldn’t drive you home so you stayed in the guest room. I, on the other hand, spent the night banging some ditzy blonde I picked up at the health club, which will explain the love bite if he happens to see it,” Gavin answered. “Flat out lie I know, but he might react to it better than I got drunk, threw myself at Gavin and let him cop a feel,” he finished.

  “You are awful,” she laughed. “But it might just work.” Her stomach rumbled. “I’m starving,”

  “We’ll grab some toast on the way out,” he told her making his way to the door and following her down the stairs.

  In the kitchen Suzanne was eating cereal, Paul had just finished spreading peanut butter onto his toast when Gavin and Angel came in. Grinning and totally pushing his luck with Paul who was hovering by the toaster.