His to Punish (The Cleaners Book 2)

by Doris O'Connor

  “You’ve been told about this before, Mummy, really.”

  Jeanette’s heart gave another suspicious little bump in her chest, but, seriously, hearing him call his mother mummy, especially in that affectionate tone of voice … well it seemed a livewire straight to her libido.

  Belatedly she noticed the plaque on the back of the bench.

  In loving memory of Albert Mason, much loved husband and daddy. May you always sit in the sun.

  Another emotional punch to her fragile emotional state, because it was pretty clear that Ty’s family were close, unlike hers.

  She couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation between mother and son, as they both dropped their voices. Mrs. Mason seemed to have noticed Ty’s bruising, because she ran her fingers over his face and was clearly telling him off.

  Ty threw a glance at Jeanette over his mother’s head, and her heart beat faster when he disentangled himself from his mother’s caress and stood.

  “I brought someone to meet you. Mummy, this is Jeanette. She’s a…” He hesitated briefly as he held out his hand to her, and stepping closer Jeanette finished his sentence for him.

  “I’m a friend of your son’s. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mason.”

  Ty frowned at her, but he didn’t contradict her, and Mrs. Mason intelligent blue eyes drew together in a frown. For several heartbeats she simply looked between Jeanette and her son, and then finally patted the seat next to her.

  “Sit, sit, don’t make an old woman crane her neck. A friend you say? Really, is that what you call it nowadays?”

  “Mother.”

  Jeanette sat down with an inelegant thump, and Mrs. Mason laughed, and waved Ty away.

  “No need to ‘mother’ me. You don’t ever bring a girl home, so excuse me for being curious. You sit down, too. You’re spoiling the view.”

  Ty frowned, but dutifully sat down on the opposite side. Jeanette couldn’t quite decipher the dark look he aimed at her, and then her attention was taken up by his mother, as she grasped her hands.

  “He doesn’t?” Jeanette inwardly winced at her inane question, all too aware of the intensity of Ty’s gaze burning into her.

  Instead of replying his mother grasped Jeanette’s chin in a seeming effort to study her. Jeanette barely resisted the urge to fidget under that silent examination. Whatever the other woman had read in Jeanette’s expression seemed to satisfy her, however, because she nodded, smiled, and then released her hold on her.

  “No, he doesn’t, my dear. Friend or otherwise.”

  “Mother, please. You’re embarrassing her.” Ty’s voice held a note of exasperation, and his mother shooed him away like you might an annoying fly.

  “Hopscotch. Besides, that blush is rather becoming on her skin tone. Tell me, you’re mixed race, right?” At Jeanette’s nod, she smiled and flicked a glance toward an uncomfortable looking Ty. “Thought so, who was what, if you don’t mind me asking?” she said.

  “Mummy, I really don’t think, that’s—”

  “Hush now, boy. You can’t expect me not to ask these questions, when you bring a girl to see me.” Mrs. Mason cut off Ty’s protest with a flick of her hand, and it was rather amusing to see him snap his mouth shut.

  “I have an interest in genetics you see, and besides it will help me to picture my future grandbabies.”

  Jeanette blinked in surprise, and Ty shot off the bench with a growl.

  “Mother, really, whatever makes you think that…”

  Ty stopped talking when his mum fixed him with a look only a mother could give to her child, and it was rather fascinating to see the dark stain spread across his cheekbones.

  “Besides, you don’t mind answering my nosy questions, do you, Jeanette?”

  Jeanette opened her mouth to say, yes, she did mind, actually, but the desperate hope shining back at her out of the depths of this fragile woman’s eyes stopped that denial.

  “No, of course I don’t, but I have to say, I have no intention of having babies anytime soon, with your son or anyone for that matter.”

  Mrs. Mason’s gaze intensified, and Jeanette got the distinct impression that this woman was seeing far more than she let on.

  “Is that so? Are you or are you not having sex with my son?” Ty’s mother asked. Another one of those delicious growls came from Ty, and Jeanette could see him start pacing in her peripheral vision. In any other circumstances she would have found his discomfort rather amusing, but she seemed to have left her sense of humor back on the Harley. Her throat closed up, and she simply nodded.

  “Well, then, it is reasonable to assume that such activities will eventually lead to babies. No contraception is one hundred percent effective after all, is it?”

  Mrs. Mason’s gaze never once wavered from Jeanette’s face, and not knowing what to do she threw a glance at Ty. If she had hoped for any help from him, however, she was sorely disappointed, because he simply threw his hands up in the air, and shook his head while glaring at the back of his mother’s head.

  When the silence stretched to uncomfortable lengths, Jeanette managed to mumble her reply.

  “I guess not, no, Mrs. Mason.”

  “Call me Theresa, my dear. Mrs. Mason is far too formal under the circumstances. So, who was black, your father or your mother?”

  Jeanette blinked again, and answered without thinking.

  “My sperm donor.”

  Theresa blinked, and Ty went as still as a statue.

  “My mother was white, and before you ask, I never knew my father. I have very vague recollections of a large, black man, who made my mother cry, before he disappeared never to be seen again. Good riddance if you ask me.”

  Theresa grasped her hands, stilling the frantic movement of her fingers, and the silent compassion in her blue eyes made Jeanette’s walls crumble.

  “I’m so sorry, my dear. That must have been hard to witness.”

  Jeanette tried for a nonchalant shrug, and failed miserably.

  “It wasn’t that bad. My sister had it worse.” Ty drew in a sharp breath at her mention of Myrtle, and she daren’t look at Ty, as she continued.

  “She was never even sure who her father was. I’m pretty sure mum didn’t know either. She was too far gone on booze and drugs to care much about either of us, but that was okay. We had each other.” Jeanette smiled remembering those times, when Myr followed her around, and Jeanette could do no wrong in her eyes. “I was five years older, so it fell to me to look after her. It was us against the rest of the world, you see.”

  Theresa squeezed her hand in silent understanding.

  “You sound as though she’s not…”

  Jeanette sniffed loudly and nodded.

  “Yes, she was mu… I mean she passed away recently.”

  Ty stepped around to place his hands on her shoulders, whether to reassure her or to warn her to be careful what she said, Jeanette couldn’t quite determine. As his spicy cologne and the very essence of virile male surrounded her, she did lean back into his strength, however, drawing comfort from his presence.

  An action which clearly wasn’t lost on his mother, because she released Jeanette’s hands and smiled.

  “I’m so sorry. We lost Ty’s brother far too early, too. It’s never easy when that happens, regardless of the circumstances, and I can tell they weren’t the norm. Is that when you met my son?” Theresa asked.

  Ty saved Jeanette from having to answer that far too dangerous question by responding.

  “Jeanette dances at the club I work security for. We met at her audition.”

  Theresa blinked twice, and Jeanette couldn’t bring herself to look at the older woman, sure to read disgust in her eyes now.

  “I see. What sort of dancing if you don’t mind me asking?”

  Jeanette wanted the ground to swallow her whole, and again Ty answered for her.

  “The usual sort that happens at a club, Mum. She’s very talented, a dance teacher in fact, and she volunteers at a center that teaches underpri
vileged kids.”

  There was a clear challenge in Ty’s voice as though he dared his mother to disagree with him. Some sort of silent communication seemed to be going on between mother and son, not that Jeanette paid too much attention to them. She was still trying to process the fact that Ty had clearly run a background check on her, and that he almost sounded … what? … proud of her? That couldn’t be right, however, could it?

  She was saved from coming up with an answer to that question bouncing round in her head by Ty’s mother however.

  “I see, well that’s very admirable. One last question, if you’ll indulge an old lady, please.” She grasped Jeanette’s chin again and smiled.

  “It’s clear to me by the dagger looks my son is throwing me that he cares very much for you.” She held up her free hand to seemingly interrupt Ty, whose hold on her shoulders grew painful for a second before he relaxed his viselike grip. His sharp exhale brought with it the hint of coffee and mint, and stirred the strands of hair determined to fall into her eyes.

  “So, let me ask you this? Do you love my son?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ty stopped breathing for the long interminable seconds it took before Jeanette answered his mother. He never should have brought her here, but the only other option would have been to confine her back in the cellar, and he hadn’t wanted to do that either. They were finally making progress after all, and leaving her locked up would have set them back again.

  Jesus, though, Mummy is in form today.

  “I … I don’t know. We haven’t known each other long enough … and it’s complicated.”

  Jeanette’s halting reply made warmth spread through his chest, and he was hard pushed not to grin like a fucking fool. He couldn’t help himself from sliding his hands up her shoulders, until his thumbs caressed the sensitive skin under her ears. Sure enough her heart beat jumped under his fingertips, and from his vantage point, he could see her t-shirt strain over her boobs as her breathing sped up.

  His mother flicked him an amused glance, and then smiled at his girl.

  “It doesn’t have to be complicated. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on Ty’s father that I was in trouble. I fought it, of course. We can’t make it too easy for these men, after all.” She stopped and fingered the delicate day collar around her neck, which Ty knew hadn’t left its place since his father had placed it on her. Growing up he hadn’t known what that meant, but he’d known its significance since he’d been a teenager. Back then he’d been horrified at the mere thought of his parents having sex, let alone of the kinky sort, but as a grown man he’d appreciated the fact that his mum and dad had had the sort of relationship he could only hope would one day be his.

  He felt rather than saw Jeanette’s surprise, when it no doubt dawned on her what that was, and his mother tucked the collar back away under her clothing.

  “Anyway, I think I’ll go and have a lie down now. It was nice to meet you, Jeanette. Ty call Anton over here, he’ll take me back to rooms. No, he will.” His mother forestalled his protest. She hated him seeing her in a wheelchair, he knew that, and she wasn’t strong enough to walk more than a few steps nowadays, so one would be needed to take her back to her room.

  “Give me a kiss, son, and find him for me. He was lurking in the shrubbery earlier.”

  Sure enough Anton appeared as though he’d been anticipating his mother’s move, and maybe he had. The middle-aged carer seemed devoted to Theresa, after all, and approached now with a wide smile.

  “I’m here, so you can stop giving your son grief now, Theresa.”

  He smiled at Jeanette, who had scrambled to her feet, and looked at anyone but Ty, it seemed. She startled when he grasped her hand and bent down to kiss his mother’s paper thin cheeks.

  “Don’t take so long to come see me next time,” Theresa said, and traced his left over bruising again. “And be careful out there. I couldn’t bear to lose you, too.”

  “I will, Mummy, I promise,” Ty said.

  Jeanette stepped forward when Theresa held her hand out.

  “Look after my son, my dear. He’s got a tender heart under all that bluster, just like his father did. If you let him, he’ll never make you regret being with him.”

  Jeanette didn’t say anything to that, and Ty rolled his eyes.

  “Stop meddling, Mama.”

  “It’s a mother’s job to meddle, son, now be off with you.”

  Taking his cue, Ty kissed his mother one last time, and pulled Jeanette along behind him. He didn’t stop until he was out of sight behind the shrubbery and then turned to watch the painfully slow process that was transferring his mother from bench to wheelchair.

  “Fuck.”

  Jeanette tugged on his hand to get his attention, and when he glanced her way it was the quiet compassion in her expressive chocolate eyes that did him in.

  “We should go, Sir. She wouldn’t want you to see her like this.”

  Ty knew she was right, but he couldn’t not watch either, until Jeanette rose on her tiptoes and kissed him.

  It was a mere brush of her lips against his, but he groaned anyway, because it brought with it the scent of his woman. Caramel, spice, with a hint of coconut oil and the unique sweet musk that was his girl, and he wasted no time to take the kiss deeper, while moving them further into the dense foliage and out of sight. He crowded her against the tree, and the breath left her lungs on a soft moan, which he caught in his ever more passionate kiss, as he ground his rock hard dick into her cunt. Catching onto the idea, Jeanette brought one of her legs up around his hip, and she whimpered, when he dry humped against her in a pretty good fucking imitation of what he wanted to do for real.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, he glanced down at her flushed complexion, and seeing the same need reflected back at him, he growled his next words.

  “I want you, girl.”

  The most delightful blush spread across his girl’s features, as he reached between them and fumbled with his zipper.

  “Now, here, Sir?” she asked, the slight tremor in her voice such a fucking turn-on, he groaned as his hand freed his dick.

  “Right now, girl. This would be a fuck load easier if you wore a skirt, but we’ll just have to work with what we’ve got. Pull your jeans and panties, down, spread your legs and face that tree, now.”

  Jeanette jumped, and her gaze snared on his heavy erection, as it bobbed to his abdomen when he succeeded in yanking his own jeans off his ass.

  Instead of obeying his order, the sassy little minx sank to her knees and before he could stop her, wrapped her hands around the bottom of his shaft. Ty saw stars when she closed her mouth around his sensitive head and swirled her tongue around and under his corona. A moan escaped his girl when he grasped her hair to keep her right where she was. The vibrations of that moan traveled down his dick and settled in his balls with a speed that left him lightheaded. Bracing one hand on the tree, he fisted her hair harder, causing her to moan again.

  Forcing himself to look around, and satisfied they were not about to be arrested for lewd conduct, he growled his demand.

  “Fuck, yeah, you work my dick, titch. Make it good now, and don’t you dare spill a drop.”

  Seeing and feeling her nod, her gaze locked with his, while her plump lips stretched around his dick robbed him of the last of his restraint. When she slid one of her hands down to his balls and started to fondle them, Ty swore again.

  “That’s my girl. Fuck, yeah, take me deeper, swallow, that’s it, so fucking good.”

  All conscious thought left him, when she started to deep-throat him in earnest, and his balls drew tight in record time. Ty took over, fucking her mouth with every forward jerk of his hips, loving the feel of her throat muscles tightening around his dick, as she swallowed and gagged around his length. The barely functioning rational side of his brain told him to take it easy, that they were in public, and making far too much noise, but the exquisite pleasure her talented mouth and tongue wrung from him in that mo
ment paid no heed to any caution.

  Ty hurtled toward his release with the velocity of a high speed train, and when he forced his eyes open not wanting to miss the moment he pumped her sweet mouth full of his spunk, the sight of his saliva slickened cock disappearing into her mouth proved too much.

  Pushing in as far as he could, he emptied himself into the soft, wet haven of her mouth with a muffled curse. He wanted to growl his release into the air, as tears streamed down Jeanette’s face with the effort required to keep on milking him. Nostrils flaring she swallowed convulsively, trying her best to take all he gave her, and seeing the dribble of cum escape her mouth and trickle down her neck was the hottest fucking sight ever, made ten times more erotic by the sound of people walking past. When his dick at long last stopped twitching Ty pulled out of her mouth and grasping her by the shoulders, yanked her up to her feet. Crowding her back against the tree, he kissed her, tasting himself in with the sweet scent that was his titch. She gasped into his kiss, when he got her jeans open with one hand, and slid his hands down her quivering abdomen and into her panties, until he encountered her slick folds.

  “Always so fucking wet for me. Time to reward my girl for a job well done.” He growled the words into her neck, while he licked away his cum off her sweat dampened skin, and finger-fucked her with ruthless precision. He caught her needy mewls in his mouth, while pumping two fingers in and out her quivering channel, and rubbing his thumb across her clit.

  Jeanette tensed and shook, her thighs trembling around his hand, as she came with a gush of her arousal coating his fingers. Ty clamped his free hand over her mouth to stop her from making too much noise as she convulsed under his fingers, eyes wide and staring right into his soul. Something shifted inside Ty at the utter trust he saw in her gaze at this moment, and his dick surged back to life.

  “That’s my girl.” He whispered the words, in between delivering kisses along her jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

  Before Jeanette had even stopped shaking in aftershocks, he spun her around, pulled her jeans past her hips and down to her ankles, and yanking her ass back spread her wide for him.