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by Clair de Lune


  “She wouldn’t be thinking straight then. She had her own needs in her head and could think of no-one else’s, I expect,” Jane said. “You of course knew her and I didn’t, but it seems to me that if you know you are dying, it must concentrate your mind.”

  “I suppose so, but really it would have been so much simpler if she had. I have wasted years blaming myself. Mind if I hadn’t and had married again, I would never have found you, mo run, so things worked out well for me in the end.”

  “Karma?”

  “Something like that. Let’s finish our drinks and go to bed, little darling. I have other things I want to think about now.”

  He tipped up her chin and tenderly wiped away the tears leaking from her eyes, using the handkerchief he took from his pocket. He gazed into her eyes. Then, urgently he seized her and his mouth descended on hers. His tongue demanded entrance, which she wasn’t disposed to deny. Their tongues met and stroked and tangled, and as she pressed herself to him, his cock swelled and throbbed. He led her over to the stairs and hurried her up to the bedroom. Once there, he led her to the bed, and she lay down on her back. He lay beside her and opened her robe. Her glorious breasts met his gaze, and he stroked her nipples then tweaked and pulled them as he knew she liked. He gazed enraptured at her warm, silky flesh under his hand. Bending over her, he licked a slow trail from her mouth down her throat and around each creamy breast. Finally he took one rosy nipple into his mouth and suckled hard, as she preferred. Her incoherent cries as she clenched her hands in his hair and the way she arched her back into his caresses drove him wild with lust.

  “I have to fuck you now.”

  “What are you waiting for, Master? Fuck me now. Fuck me hard and fast.”

  Throwing off his clothes, he lowered himself onto her, allowing his rigid length to demand entrance. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him as he thrust deeply into her pussy. She was wet and hot, and it felt so good to fuck her. He hadn’t meant to take her tonight at all as it was late and they were both tired even before they had the discussion downstairs. He couldn’t help it. He needed her so. It seemed she felt the same as she clung and moved with him. He canted his hips slightly to ensure he stroked over her G-spot, and he was rewarded by her sweet cries of pleasure. All too soon he felt the tingles at the base of his spine, his hips bucked out of his control, and he came with a great shout of triumph as his hot release filled her. His legs trembled and his arms gave way. He would have fallen to the side of her, but she’d have none of it.

  “I want to feel you on top of me. Don’t leave me yet.”

  He knew he was too heavy for her, so he rolled over and held her as they lay on their sides, a tangle of limbs and fast beating hearts. He rained butterfly kisses on her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, every part he could reach as he held her tightly.

  “I do love you so, mo run,” he murmured.

  Chapter Eight

  Angus had done some thinking in the night. Sleep had evaded him for a long time, and then he’d reached for Jane and cuddled her close, seeking the comfort her nearness always brought him. She murmured in his arms but didn’t wake. He still couldn’t go to sleep, so he’d thought long and hard about their situation. He needed to know for certain if Lennox was his son. If that was true, then he knew what he intended to do. He couldn’t reject his own son. He’d always longed for a family of his own and more so since he’d seen how close Jane was to hers. Now he had a chance to have something similar. What if Lennox turned out not to be his? That was the fly in the ointment. He had to think about that one. Unfortunately, he had come to no conclusion before he finally fell asleep.

  The next morning it was all going round and round in his head. He had slept for a while but not got any real rest. He saw concern in Jane’s eyes as she looked at him.

  “We’re not getting any younger, and these late nights don’t do us any favours. I suspect you didn’t sleep too well, Master?” she enquired.

  “No, little darling, I didn’t. I’ve thought and thought but come to no firm conclusions. If he is my son, it’s all plain sailing. He has rights, and I will make sure he gets all that is due to him and more. If he isn’t my son, we have a problem. He is my first wife’s son, but who is his father and will he ever be able to find out? Why didn’t he come and find me when he first knew he had a father?”

  “Master, he didn’t because he felt rejected. Ron and Elsie ought to have shown him the letter when he was eighteen whatever he said he wanted. Then he’d have had the choice, and then he never would have waited so long and wasted so many years. Strong emotions like rejection can work powerfully on the mind.”

  “Yes, I suppose you’re right, much as it pains me to admit it,” he said, tweaking her nose.

  “Well I have a plan to take your mind off all this, Master.”

  “Indeed and just what would that be?” Angus moved near to her and cupped her breasts in his palms. She giggled.

  “Not that, well not yet, maybe later. This is my plan. We need to get to know Lennox, and the club isn’t the place. He has a foster family, and I know he is keen on Anna, so we need to get to know them, too. If we do it now, it will make things easier later. If he turns out not to be your son and we like them, then we have some new friends. What do you say to a few family dinners here to get to know them? We could ask Lennox on his own a couple of times then add in the others. We have about three weeks, and we don’t have many commitments on the calendar.”

  Angus was most struck by those words, and Jane said no more. She’d given him food for thought and was wise enough to leave him to think about it. He was silent for a while turning what she’d said over in his mind. He could see there would be practical difficulties, but she was right, and it made a lot of sense.

  “Trust you to come up with a practical idea, my little darling. Go ahead plan your dinner parties and invite them as and when you want to.”

  * * * *

  Exactly three days later, Lennox arrived, armed with a large bouquet of flowers, and dressed in casual-smart clothes. Angus took him into the sitting room as Jane was busy with the last-minute preparations, so Angus said.

  Lennox could smell the glorious odours coming from the kitchen and his mouth watered. He had become unused to home-cooked food since he began to live alone. He visited Ron and Elsie often on Sundays and was always treated to a sumptuous Sunday lunch. Afterward, he and Ron would help with the dishes and watch sport together in amicable silence while Elsie knitted or crocheted baby garments for her local charity shop. Lennox loved the Sundays he spent with them and hoped he’d have the same routine when he married and had a house of his own. He saw that Angus’s house was just as well run but much more luxurious than the one he’d grown up in. He didn’t envy Angus his house. He’d been comfortable and loved. He would have liked to know his real father earlier though.

  Angus gave him a glass of the sherry Lennox said he preferred, and then Jane came out of the kitchen and Angus handed her a glass of very dark liquid.

  Lennox handed her the flowers, and she smiled widely.

  “Thank you so much. I love flowers.”

  “Yes, I heard about the apricot roses in the club,” Lennox said and watched her pretty face go pink. He wondered what other memories those apricot roses brought to her.

  “Slainte,” Angus said, raising his glass.

  “Slainte mhath,” Lennox replied. Angus looked at him in astonishment.

  “Am bheil Gaidhlig agad?”

  “Tha, tha beagan Ghadilig agam.”

  “Angus, I don’t speak Gaelic, remember. What is going on?”

  “I asked if he spoke Gaelic, and it seems he does a little. How is that, Lennox?”

  “Well, I heard you speak it, and it sounded so soft and lilting to me, so I got a book and CD and taught myself a little.”

  “That’s marvellous. You can come and practise with me when you learn a bit more.”

  They sat and sipped their drinks. Lennox loved the atmosphere of the
home, created he was sure by Jane. Both she and Angus looked happy and relaxed. He realised with a pang that he really wanted to be connected with them. He hoped that he wasn’t being disloyal to Ron and Elsie. He realised that Angus was speaking to him.

  “Do you have any photos or papers belonging to your mother?”

  “No, I have nothing. I have only the letter that Ron and Elsie gave me a few days ago.”

  “Have you ever seen a photo of her?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Would you like to see some?”

  “Yes, indeed I would. I have always wanted to see what she looked like and if I look at all like her.”

  “Yes, you do. You have her nose and mouth. I can see her in the way you hold your head sometimes. I have some photos in an album upstairs. I’ll go and get them.”

  Angus put his drink down, stood up, and went off upstairs.

  “So you have no idea what your mother looks like? How sad for you,” Jane said softly.

  “Well, for so long I was resentful that she gave me up for foster care that it didn’t bother me. Now I am older and know more about the circumstances, it’s different. Also, if I am going to marry and have a family of my own, I feel I need to know about my background for their sakes. This business of Ron’s has really brought that home to me.”

  “Yes, I can see that. You seem very attached to Ron and Elsie.”

  “They were real parents to me. I have known no others, and they will always be special. If it turns out that I am Angus’s son, then I shall have two fathers. I don’t want to replace Ron in that capacity.”

  “That’s perfectly normal. I hope we get the outcome we all want. Angus is keen to get to know you better, and so am I.”

  “What will happen if it turns out that I am not his son? It’s going to be awkward then.”

  “No it isn’t. If it turns out that you are not his son and we all get along, then we shall have some new friends. We don’t intend just to drop your acquaintance if the DNA proves you are that other man’s son. It’s going to be a difficult time for you with all this waiting.”

  “I’m a fairly patient person, so it’s not too bad. Obviously I would like it to be all over and decided one way or the other,” Lennox said.

  Angus came back with an album of photos and gave it to Lennox. He opened it, and for a few minutes there was complete silence as he looked at photos of the woman who was his birth mother. She was the one he’d resented for so long because he’d not understood her motives and difficulties. Even now, although there was regret, it was still tinged with resentment that she’d handed him over to two strangers and not left much of herself with them for him to get to know her. She couldn’t have known how the fostering would turn out.

  “How could she just abandon me and not look back?” He couldn’t help the exclamation, though he’d never intended to make it out loud.

  “I believe she did look back. She persuaded me into an M/s relationship and got me to punish her. She used me to assuage the guilt she felt at abandoning you. She told me nothing, and I very much regret that she didn’t. We could have had so many years to get to know one another, lost years we shall never get back.” Angus’s tone was resentful, too.

  “She did it all for the best, I’m sure. No mother could just give up her child. Remember she refused treatment that would have meant life for her and death for you, Lennox. She must have suffered dreadfully. I don’t understand why she didn’t tell you, Angus. That wasn’t well done, but maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly by that time. Maybe she didn’t want to raise false hopes for Lennox only to have them dashed,” Jane said.

  “Jane, you know that if she’d said she had a son, I’d have taken him in.”

  “Yes, Master, I know that. Maybe she was so ill she didn’t see that clearly.”

  Lennox could see that Jane was getting impatient. Even to him, the conversation was going round and round and getting nowhere. It was of little consolation that Angus’s reaction was exactly as she’d told Lennox it would be. He looked at her and saw determination in her face. She must have decided to take the bull by the horns and speak her mind.

  “We seem to be going over and over what is now past and can’t be changed. Surely it’s time to look to the future and see where we go from here? A wrong was done to Lennox when he was left to be fostered. He was lucky he got good people to look after him. It could have been so very different. Now we have the opportunity to make that right if he is your son. You always wanted a son. Now you may have one. Until we know more, we can only speculate. The dinner is ready now, so let’s go and eat and choose another topic of conversation.”

  Lennox smiled. He watched Angus take her hand and kiss it.

  “Very well, mo run. I will take Lennox to the table. Do you need any help?”

  “Yes please, some of the dishes are heavy, and I don’t want a disaster if my hands give way.”

  “What’s wrong, Jane? Have you hurt your hands?” Lennox asked in a concerned voice.

  “No, merely arthritis. I live with it, but sometimes it causes me to drop things. Angus will help me. You go and sit over there at the table.”

  “Certainly not. I will help, too. Just give me things to carry and tell me where to put them.”

  The dinner was a great success, and Lennox was surprised at how little awkwardness was attached to the whole situation. He looked forward to a repeat of it.

  Chapter Nine

  Lennox sat in the taxi on the way back to his flat and thought about all that had happened. He’d not expected Angus to be so welcoming, and he was relieved. The letter had complicated the situation, and he’d expected all contact to be put on hold until the DNA results were in. He was sure it was all Jane’s doing, and it seemed just like the sort of thing she would do if reports of her in the club were anything to go by. He was pleased they’d got on so well and patted his pocket where he’d put the photo of his mother that Angus had insisted on giving him as he left. She was his mother after all. She hadn’t abandoned him heedlessly as he’d thought. She had her reasons and, as Jane had said, probably suffered from her guilt all the rest of her life.

  It was time to leave the past behind now and look to the future. What did he want of his life? He had a good job in Parkgate Cutlery and was determined to keep it. He had money in the bank, as he spent little on the flat and not that much on himself. What would complete his life? He gave a little laugh. Not “what” but “who,” then he knew.

  When he got into his flat, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. There was something odd. Maybe he’d been robbed. He turned on the light and saw that all was as it should be. He shrugged off his coat and the feeling that had plagued him. I must be tired. It’s been a wearing day. It had, but he was pleased with the result of his visit to Jane and Angus, and tomorrow was Saturday and he could have a lie-in. He visited the bathroom, cleaned his teeth, and went into his bedroom. Turning on the light he was astonished to see Anna asleep in his bed. He’d given her a key and told her she could pop in whenever she liked. He was delighted that she’d availed herself of the opportunity tonight. She was curled up on her side. Her lovely head lay on his pillow with one hand under her cheek. He bent over the bed and placed a chaste kiss on the exposed bare shoulder. She murmured and turned over on her back.

  “Hello, you’re late back. How was it?”

  “It was fine. I am only sorry that there is confusion now. I like them both, and they made me very welcome.”

  “But…?”

  “I don’t want to be disloyal to Ron and Elsie.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “They’ve been like a father and mother to me. I don’t want them to think that I don’t appreciate them.”

  “Now why on earth would they think that? You aren’t going to stop seeing them, are you?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “Then there’s no problem. They know you love them and will expect you to get to know your real father. Now com
e to bed.” Anna patted the bed beside her invitingly.

  “Do you want me that much?”

  “Come over here, and I’ll show you just how much I want you.”

  Lennox slowly approached the bed. He held out his hand, and she took it.

  “I want you, too, Anna, like I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

  Anna pulled his head down to kiss him on the lips. His arm tightened about her, and he held her close as their mouths met and tongues tangled in the sweet kiss he’d been longing for all night and hadn’t realised.

  “I want you so much,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

  “Promises, promises,” Anna said laughingly. “Get on with it then. You have too many clothes on.”

  Lennox stripped but oh so slowly, teasing Anna as he took off his jacket and trousers. He went to the wardrobe, took out a hanger, and arranged the garments carefully before putting it back in the hanging rail. He closed the door and looked over at the bed. She was panting and heated. Two fingers of one hand rubbed firmly at her clit, and the other hand pinched and pulled at one nipple. Lennox’s cock twitched as its owner did a double take. His shirt, socks, and boxers were dropped unceremoniously on the floor. Grabbing a few condoms from the night table, he lay down beside her on the bed.

  “Here. Let me take care of that for you.”

  “You were taking so bloody long and teasing me.” She pouted. He nibbled her lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She took it between her teeth and played the tip of hers over it, driving him wild. His hand on her breast tweaked and pulled at her nipple, and he felt her groan of pleasure. He freed his tongue and kissed her so forcefully their teeth clashed together. She arched her back into his caresses.

  “Please, Lennox, please.”

  “Yes, my love?”

  “I need more. Fuck me now, Lennox. I need to feel you deep inside me.”

  “Yes, my love.” Lennox had so enjoyed the sound of those words that he repeated them. They still sounded right to him. He hoped she’d heard and understood.

 

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