Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3)

by Michelle Day

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he took the cigarette from between her fingers, “I’m just trying to give you some space and I don’t want to be your rebound guy,” he took a deep drag before handing it back.

  “I don’t need space and I can’t rebound because I was already over him,” she stepped closer to him, just an inch away, “Why don’t you want me?” she demanded.

  “I do,” he raked his fingers through his hair, any further reply cut off by her mouth against his once more, he parted his lips, his hands cupping her face, taking the smoke she had held in her mouth into his, pulling away, he expelled the smoke then returned to the kiss. Angel wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand entwined in his hair; she could feel her breasts pressed into his chest, his fingers resting lightly on her waist. She pressed her hips to his, the solid length that she felt there sent a thrill through her and she wrapped herself tighter against him, easing her hips from side to side.

  Oh she tasted good. Gavin’s senses were heightened, her tongue playing with his, both of them barely breathing, her soft breasts and rock hard nipples were pressed against him, her surprisingly strong arms held him to her firmly, her hips grinding against him. His eyes snapped open. She was using his own arousal against him, egging him on, pushing him to do things he was certain would scare her away.

  “Stop,” he breathed. “I can’t do this,” he removed himself from her embrace. “You aren’t ready for this.”

  “What the hell gives you the right to decide if I’m ready or not?” she snapped. “I’m more than ready. I’ve decided you are the one and all you do is push me away. How dare you? I’m more than capable of making my own decisions.”

  “You aren’t ready for me; you won’t be able to handle me full on,” he tried to explain, doing so exceptionally badly.

  “You arrogant son of a bitch, I can handle anything you have to give.”

  “Fine,” he shouted grabbing her and holding her against him, his fingers digging into her spine and buttocks, his mouth on hers at first then moving to her neck and shoulder, hard and demanding, then back on her mouth now with one hand on her breast, kneading, pinching.

  Angel felt a twinge of fear coupled with unparalleled excitement. His hands and mouth causing new sensations that she couldn’t help but respond to but the power he exerted in his touch brought her brain crashing back to Quinn’s rough treatment of her and she began to freak, wondering what she had gotten herself into by goading him. She loosened her embrace, set the heel of her hands on his shoulders and pushed.

  Gavin felt her respond to his touch, he knew he was being a little rough, realising that some part of him wanted to scare her into the realisation that by holding back he was trying to be a good guy, no matter how frustrating that was for both of them but holy shit did he want her? He told himself that she only had to say stop and he would release her, not knowing that his actions had rendered her speechless. She was gasping and clawing at him, dragging him closer, then she stiffened and he knew she had come to her senses, he released her and stepped back, his hands at his sides, his eyes searching hers.

  “Angel?” he spoke softly, making no move towards her.

  She looked into his eyes and saw concern, regret and reached out to touch his face.

  “I’m ok, you let go,” she told him.

  “I tried to warn you,” he added.

  She nodded and stepped towards him. “You were right, the full on version of you freaks me out right now and we do need to take things slow. We can go faster than the snail’s pace you’ve set though.”

  “I know I’ve made you feel as if I don’t want you Angel, but there’s nothing I want more. I want to make sure that this will be a pleasant, memorable experience for you and that’s why I want to pace myself, if I let my emotions and imagination run riot, you’ll be running for the hills.”

  She laughed softly, “no one has ever made me feel the way you do, I can’t stop thinking about how I feel when you touch me, you make me feel special, like I’m the only one you’ve ever wanted. I’ll try to understand if you push me away but there are limits to my patience,” she warned.

  “I just want to make it special, you have to give me the time to do that. After all, you do only get one first time,” he opened his arms and wrapped them around her when she stepped into his embrace “Just have a little patience,” he paused. “And try not to turn me on so much.”

  She grinned, her cheek against the side of his neck. “I like turning you on, the feel of you hard against me gets me hot. I’m looking forward to my first time, I know you will make it special.”

  Gavin groaned, being near this girl was torture, just one tiny touch would have him hiding his erection. “It’s a little embarrassing having a permanent hard on,” he admitted.

  “Get used to it,” she told him and kissed his neck. “I’m going to tease you until you fuck me,” she quickly kissed his lips before twisting out of his embrace. “Night,” she called, running into the house.

  Both had a fitful night’s sleep causing them to rise early the following day and after a quick cup of tea, the pair wandered the grounds hand in hand, only heading back towards the house when their stomachs protested the lack of food.

  Gavin pulled Angel into a kiss as they stepped onto the patio, he kept his lower body away from hers, once again aroused beyond belief at her closeness.

  “Stop it,” she whispered against his lips.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Keeping your hips away from me, I know what’s going on down there,” she breathed, her hands on his waist, pulling him, unresisting towards her. “I’ve told you I like the feel,” she finished letting one of her hands fall to his groin.

  Novak, dressed in swimming shorts and a t-shirt, stopped dead with his hand on the handle of the kitchen door on surveying the scene in front of him. The sudden stop had caused Kiera to cannon ball into his back, he had whipped a strong arm around her to prevent her from bouncing off him and onto the quarry tiled kitchen floor. He was smiling as he turned to face her, “we have lift off,” was all he said. Gesturing to Gavin and Angel then proceeded to usher Kiera, James and Gabby not only out of the kitchen but out of the house.

  Chapter 12

  “Tell me again what we’re doing here,” James groaned, his forehead resting on the edge of the table, his arms dangling at his side, his Tequila induced hangover making its presence known in spades.

  They were sitting at a window table of the local Little Chef, Kiera wrapped in Gavin’s leather jacket that she had mistaken for hers. Gabby, as always, immaculate no matter what time of day it was and James in crumpled jogging pants and t-shirt, his hair a tangled mess, his head thumping in rhythm to the awful music being piped through the restaurant.

  “We are here, my friend, because it would seem the boy is about to get some and I thought it prudent to give him some space.” Novak replied

  “We’re staying in a fucking mansion, how much room does he need?” James asked as he sat up, wishing he hadn’t bothered. He pressed his fingers to his temples in a vain attempt to ease the pain. “I didn’t even put shoes on,” he lifted his leg and wriggled his toes only to have Gabby slap the offending leg back under the table. “I feel sick,” he moaned.

  “Drink some water,” Novak advised, “I’ve ordered you the full English breakfast,” he beamed. James baulked before leaving his seat and bolting for the toilet.

  “Let’s take this inside,” Angel suggested.

  “I don’t know about this,” Gavin stalled. “I thought you were trying to be patient.”

  “I am. Surely you aren’t averse to fooling around a bit?”

  “Ok,” he relented, knowing he was about to put himself through hell. Angel grabbed his hand and pulled him through the house and up the stairs to his living room, kissing him and wriggling against him suggestively as he closed the door. Somehow they found the sofa, Angel tugging at Gavin’s t-shirt, encouraging him to remove it, taking off her own shirt then dropping down onto t
he sofa with him upon her in seconds, his mouth automatically finding the swell of her breast.

  “Kiss me,” she pulled at his hair, making him come up to face level, he pressed the full length of his body against her as he kissed her deeply, he could feel her hands unfastening his belt, then his jeans and knew he should stop her but wanted to feel her hands on him so badly that he let her continue, recognising that he was already very close to coming.

  As her hands eased their way into his boxers, he peeled the material of her bra aside and returned his mouth to her breast, catching a nipple between his teeth, his hands caressing, squeezing, then moving up to her neck, kissing, nipping, and all the while pushing his hips into her hands.

  Angel arched towards him as his mouth, tongue and teeth worked on her oh so sensitive neck, loving the sensations his warm hands and mouth were causing along with the feel of him in her hands, marvelling that something so hard could also feel so soft.

  Gavin’s heart was beating so fast he was having trouble catching his breath, he was secretly pleased that he had so far been able to respond to her caresses without slipping over the edge, after all, he was only eighteen years old, he figured he was doing pretty well and he was, right up until Angel sunk her teeth into his shoulder, his hormones took a gigantic leap, his arousal reached epic proportions in the blink of an eye.

  “Angel, you need to stop,” he gasped, she questioned him with a look. “I’m about to make a hell of a mess,” he shrugged. Angel responded with a deep throated chuckle and shortly afterwards, Gavin felt pressure then pain, he pulled away with a start.

  “I have my tricks to stop that,” Angel smiled, once again stroking his length.

  “I don’t like that one,” he replied.

  “You don’t want to come yet though do you?” she asked.

  “No,” he huffed, his ego bruised. “Where’d you learn that?” he asked, once again lowering his body down but staying on her left side.

  “Just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’ve been a complete nun,” she quipped, suddenly changing her tone to a sighed, “oh” as his hand slid into her underwear causing the involuntary spread of her legs, his mouth was on her neck again, nipping and sucking, her free arm clawing at the skin of his shoulder then dropping to rake her nails over his ribs bringing forth shudders of pleasure.

  “Here you are,” the door crashed open and Novak stepped through, “oops,” he turned his back but not before drinking in the scene before him.

  “Novak,” Gavin growled, using his body to cover Angel from his friends’ gaze.

  “Sorry bro, your car was here, but I couldn’t find you. I began to worry, thought you’d been kidnapped or something.”

  “Arsehole.” Gavin replied “Get out!” he waited for Novak to leave before sitting back on his haunches between Angel’s legs, regarding her flushed, semi naked body with an amused smile.

  “Well that killed the moment,” she said, easing her breasts back into her bra and sitting up, her legs either side of his, her face level with his chest, she pressed her lips to his skin then looked up at him.

  “You’re beautiful,” he told her, his fingers under her chin, he lowered his lips to hers. “Sorry about Novak.”

  “It’s ok,” she answered wriggling backwards, freeing her legs and standing up, pulling on her shirt. “How far would you have gone had he not interrupted us?” she asked.

  “To be honest, I was approaching the point where I would have backed off, although saying that, it appears that, I have seriously underestimated your experience,” he cuddled her, still naked from the waist up. “Maybe you should tell me exactly what you’ve done so far?”

  “I will,” she scrabbled in her pocket when her phone beeped “I need to take my pill.”

  “As in the pill?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Why would you be on the pill if you haven’t actually had sex?”

  “Horrendous periods, the pill keeps them regular and relatively pain free,” she giggled when he shuddered.

  “Too much information,” he groaned.

  Angel shook her head. “Back in a sec.” She told him leaving his room for hers and giving him time to re-arrange himself and his clothing.

  The other four houseguests were found in the garden discussing what they would do that day when Gavin and Angel joined them.

  “Thanks for breakfast.” James said, tossing Gavin’s wallet at him.

  “You really should change your PIN number.” Novak added.

  “You honestly felt the need to go out to breakfast when the house is fully stocked?” Gavin asked to a round of silent nods. “How come I paid?”

  “We went out without any money, Kiera picked up your jacket instead of hers and as luck would have it, and your wallet was in the pocket,” Novak grinned. “I thought I was doing you a favour dude, from the look of things going on out here this morning I was convinced you were preparing for takeoff.”

  “You can explain it to Dad then,” Gavin advised his friend. He turned to James. “You look like shit.”

  “Thanks,” James answered. “Luckily, I now feel better than I look. So, what are we doing today?”

  “Depends,” Novak spoke up. “Do you still have enough energy for a stroll around the Seven Sisters Country Park?” he asked Gavin.

  “Fuck off,” Gavin replied, bowing his head to light a cigarette and taking a deep pull. “Thanks to you, I have loads of energy. What’s at this Country Park?”

  “Shipwrecks on the beach,” both James and Novak spoke up.

  “Ah, cool.” Gavin nodded then turned to Angel. “Do you fancy it?”

  “Yeah. Why not?”

  A pleasant day was had by all, the three boys keeping the girls amused with their antics and tales from their school days together. When it started to rain, they made their way to the Eight Bells at Jevington, enjoying their excellent sausage and mash with onion gravy for lunch over a bottle of wine and views of the countryside, they didn’t return home until early evening.

  “Hungry,” Novak stated, opening and closing cupboards.

  “Already?” Kiera asked. “I couldn’t eat another thing.”

  “You should,” Novak advised. “I plan on us having a very energetic evening.”

  “Is that all you think about?” Kiera protested.

  “Pot, kettle, black,” Angel taunted her friend.

  “Kiera darling, every time I look at you, I picture you naked and riding me, so yes, quite frankly, that is all I think about. Anyone else want cheese on toast?”

  “No one could ever accuse you of being a romantic could they Novak?” Angel shot at him.

  “As you are preparing to bed my friend, you my dear, will never know for sure if that is true,” he answered back. “Any takers?” he said louder referring to his offer to cook.

  “You’re going to hit thirty and blimp out,” James warned rubbing his hugely stuffed stomach and nursing a glass of Jim Beam.

  It continued to rain into the evening putting paid to the mixed doubles tennis match they had planned. The group opted instead to stay in and watch a film in the large living room with comfortable terracotta sofas, the girls choosing the film amongst loud protests from the boys, as they picked To Wong Foo-Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar.

  James promptly fell asleep, his head resting on Gabby’s legs. Gavin and Novak got through the film by hurling insults at the male actors dressed as women causing the girls to take themselves out of the arms of the two young men and with arms full of cushions, they sat on the floor in front of the television only occasionally turning to hiss “Ssh” at them.

  Kiera tired of sitting on the floor and the film was beginning to bore her. She crawled back to Novak giving him a sultry look and blowing him a kiss, causing the big man to stir from his sprawled position and guide the shapely brunette from the room, followed soon after by Gabby and a very weary James.

  As the credits rolled, Angel turned to Gavin to find him lying on his stomach, app
arently asleep. Sitting on the floor in front of him, she reached out and pushed his hair away from his face, his eyes opened.

  “I thought you were asleep,” she smiled.

  “Just resting my eyes,” he answered pushing himself into a sitting position. “Film finished?” he asked, she nodded. “Ok, I’d better make sure the house is locked up,” he hauled himself to his feet.

  “I’ll come with you,” she slipped her hand in his and after locking up, they made their way up the sweeping staircase, the sounds of Novak and Kiera’s lovemaking getting louder with each step.

  “They seem to be enjoying themselves,” Angel commented stopping by her bedroom door.

  “Hmm,” Gavin answered. “You’d think we wouldn’t be able to hear them in such a big house,” he turned towards her and moved closer, pulling her into a kiss. “See you in the morning.”

  “I’ll see you sooner than that,” she whispered as he turned towards his room.

  “Huh? Did you say something?”

  “Night,” she called slipping into her room, closing the door behind her.

  Leaving his door open as he’d promised Angel he would, really wasn’t working for Gavin. He could still hear every single sound Kiera made along with the instructions Novak was giving her. He briefly considered closing his door but decided against it.

  After a short while, pacing his room, he sat at his computer, selecting some music in the hope of drowning out the oh so distracting sounds coming from the adjacent room, which appeared to be getting louder by the second.

  Already frustrated and horny beyond belief, Gavin slipped out of his jeans and t-shirt, disregarding his hardening body part, he changed into his swimming shorts with the intention of trying to exhaust himself in the gym and ending his workout with a swim.

  The air conditioned gym with its iPod compatible stereo was just what he needed. The room was sound proofed so he was able to turn the volume up and push himself to the limit as he pounded the treadmill.

  Within the hour he was in the indoor pool, the water hadn’t quite reached a comfortable temperature but that was fine as he preferred it cooler, he kept an eye on the wall clock, timing his laps.