Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series

by Michelle Day

  “What the hell is wrong with you boys?” John couldn’t help raising his voice. “You are supposed to look out for each other, protect each other not beat the crap out of each other.”

  “We know that.” Matt spoke up, “We’d both had too much to drink and there were a few niggling arguments going on between our groups of friends. It just escalated to the point where Paul and I turned on each other. We both know it was wrong.”

  “What he said.” Paul confirmed when his Uncle’s gaze fell on him. “For what it’s worth Matt, that’s one hell of a right hook you have.”

  “Thanks bro. You know I could’ve taken you down though right?”

  “Yeah, in your dreams Matt.” Paul grinned. “I’m bushed, I’m going to bed.” He began to rise.

  “Hold on just one minute. Have either of you given any thought as to what you are going to tell your parents?”

  “Ah.” Paul sat down again.

  “It would sort of depend on what you’ve already told them.” Matt, ever the diplomat, stepped in.

  “I told them I came across you in my favourite take away and brought you back here and as it was late, I suggested that you stay with me but those bruises are going to tell a completely different story.”

  “I tripped and banged my face?” Paul asked, shrugging when Matt scowled at him.

  “Yeah ok Paul, that excuse has worked so well for us in the past. How about we saw some old biddy in the process of getting mugged and came to her rescue?”

  “Mum would buy that.” Paul confirmed.

  “Yeah and we really only have to worry about her because Dad won’t believe a word we say anyway, he’ll just see red when we turn up at the office with bruised faces.”

  “Great, so by getting John to collect us all we’ve done is prolong the inevitable.” Paul groaned.

  “Look.” John spoke. “I told Monica I would call her when we were home, I’ll plant the seeds of Matt’s fairly plausible story and we’ll let her run with it where Michael is concerned.”

  All three of them were woken the following morning by the loud banging on the front door. John stumbled to answer it and wasn’t in the least bit surprised to see his sister standing there, two suit bags over her arm.

  Ushering her into his flat and starting a fresh cup of coffee, he left her to rouse her sons which she did with a remarkable lack of complaining and startling efficiency.

  “Nicely done Mon.” He told her as she accepted a cup of coffee.

  “Years of practice.” She told him. She turned to face her sons when they entered the kitchen, washed and dressed in their suits. Both boys began to fidget under her scrutiny. “What happened?” She asked even though she had heard John’s version of events.

  “We were fighting.” Paul blurted.

  “Jesus, Paul.” Matt breathed.

  “Sorry, I promised her I wouldn’t lie to her, I won’t, I can’t.” Paul answered his brother.

  “Who were you fighting?” She asked, addressing Paul.

  “Him.” Paul replied, gesturing to Matt.

  “Why?”

  “He pissed me off.” Paul shrugged “And I guess I pissed him off. That’s about the extent of it, it’s over now, we’re both sorry and it won’t happen again.” He finished.

  “So where did the cock and bull story of you saving some old dear from a mugging come from?”

  “That would be me.” Matt admitted, “I thought it would be better than the truth.”

  “Did you now.” Monica placed her hands on her hips.

  “Yeah, I figured saying hi Mum, don’t worry about my bruises because the other guy’s are worse oh and by the way, Paul was the other guy probably wouldn’t go down too well.”

  “You at least got that bit right.” She huffed.

  John grabbed his toast as it shot out of the toaster, “If it helps, I read them the riot act last night.” He told her.

  “You did? Good, well then, this time I can probably let it pass but it had better not happen again. I have told your father that you have dental appointments first thing this morning and that you will both be late but even so, we’d better make a move, go and wait in the car please.” She waited for her sons to leave before turning on her brother. “I appreciate what you’ve done here John but encouraging my sons to lie to me isn’t something that’s ever going to sit well with me.”

  “I know but I was just trying to protect them from Michael. You’ve just stood there and told them that you lied to him to give them an excuse to be late to work so it’s not just me now Mon is it?”

  “No, it’s not. I’m glad that they feel they can come to you.” She smiled at him.

  The office fell silent as they walked in through the main doors. With Matt buttoning his jacket and Paul straightening his tie, it took them a few moments to notice the silence;

  “This can’t be good.” Paul muttered to his brother.

  Matt stopped beside Paul, casting his gaze around the typing pool and finally letting it come to rest on Michael’s secretary fidgeting in her seat, “Wait for it.” He murmured back.

  “Matthew? Paul? Mr. Jensen would like to see you.” Hyacinth, the secretary informed them.

  “There it is.” Matt finished, “We’d better get this over with.” He nudged Paul ahead of him and into Michael’s office.

  Both boys went to sit on entering their fathers’ office but soon regained their feet when Michael, deep in conversation on the telephone, gestured for them to remain standing. So they stood, Matt ironing board straight, his hands clasped in front of him and Paul managing to look like he was lounging with a slouch of epic proportions that lowered his height to that of his brothers’ while his hands were planted firmly in his pockets, their eyes skimming over the familiar interior of the office as they waited, studiously avoiding looking at their father.

  Michael regarded his boys as he continued his conversation. His sons were striking looking young men with broad shoulders that filled their somewhat crumpled suits well. His gaze concentrated on their faces, now clearly showing the bruises from the previous night and he scowled. Matthew wouldn’t be able to attend meetings with him while he looked like a prize fighter meaning the note taking would be solely the responsibility of his long serving, loyal secretary Hyacinth.

  Ending the call, he sat silently for a few moments knowing that doing so would further unsettle the boys and even Paul, with his projected aura of calm, began to fidget. Michael sat forward, his hands resting on his desk, scrutinizing the young faces in front of him.

  “I have spoken to your Mother and Uncle and while I don’t believe a word of the story either of them is telling me, I will have to let it go in the absence of any evidence to the contrary. So for now, let’s say that you were playing at good Samaritans and did indeed prevent someone from being mugged. It doesn’t make you hero’s in the unlikely event that it is indeed the truth, what it did do is leave me with two employees with faces like boxers who I cannot allow to be seen in front of my clients so until your bruises heal, you will stay out of sight which includes taking your lunch breaks in your office as I will not have you walking in and out of the building looking like that, it lowers the tone and doesn’t present the professional image our clients expect. You will both work through lunch today to make up for the time you have missed this morning and I don’t expect to find either of you slacking due to your late night. Have I made myself clear?”

  Both boys mumbled that they understood, neither meeting his gaze, they knew they were in the shit and had the common sense to at least look humbled and contrite. “You’d better get to work.” Michael told them as his phone began to ring again.

  “That was easy.” Paul murmured as they left the office.

  “Yeah, I think we have Mum to thank for that.” Matt agreed turning to face his brother, “This is the part where you keep your mouth shut Paul, no sudden pangs of guilty conscience that have you spewing the truth ok?”

  “Ok.” Paul’s voice rose an octave with
his irritable reply accompanied by his fingers scraping through his hair “I only made that promise to Mum. There’s no way the truth about this is getting out, especially in the office, I do quite like my head attached to my neck.” He scowled at his twin but soon smiled as one of the lovely typing pool girls strolled towards him, “Hey.” He said through his grin as he turned away from Matt.

  Matt heard his brother blatantly proposition the girl who had walked by as he headed to his own office, today was going to be a very long day.

  Dinner that evening was a sombre affair, made more so by Michael’s announcement that both boys were grounded for the duration of their bruises. They didn’t even bother to argue the point, instead choosing to eat in silence, eyes cast down.

  With dinner over and the washing up done, Matt headed upstairs and Paul settled down at the breakfast bar to tackle the paperwork he had been avoiding but that had been steadily piling up from his gardening company. Of course the outward calm of the two boys was simply a ruse, while Paul literally had nowhere to go that evening; Matt had a date with none other than the delectable WPC Holland for which Paul was willing to cover his brothers tracks.

  Chapter Seven

  Over the next few months, time literally flew. Paul seemed to spending more and more time making excuses for his brother who would disappear at random times, often returning home in the morning with barely enough time to shower and dress for a day at the office, sometimes he would simply turn up at the office without bothering to come home at all.

  He was cagey when Paul questioned him, particularly when he mentioned Emily’s name and it wasn’t long before Paul realised that Matt’s irregular hours were down to Emily’s shift patterns.

  Having been the dutiful, well behaved son, in other words, bored out of his tiny mind, for months now, Paul decided it was high time he had a little WPC loving himself and what with his hours being far more flexible than Matt’s, he had time to play with and was also fully conversant with when she was working. He raided Matt’s side of the room and finally hit gold when he found his brothers’ little black book and Emily’s address.

  He really should tell Matt what he was going to do but figured if their roles had been reversed, Matt would do exactly the same to him, besides, he was heading to Gloucester for the weekend and his brother would have calmed down by the time he returned.

  “You.” Emily stated on opening the door.

  “Surprise.” Paul grinned. He was aware that he made her uncomfortable. He wasn’t the soft and gentle man that his brother was developing into. He knew what he wanted and how to get it and he wasn’t leaving without it.

  “Matt will be here in a couple of hours.” She warned. She didn’t like him one little bit but she’d be damned if just the sight of him didn’t turn her on. There was something dark and dangerous about Paul Jensen and it drew her like a moth to a flame.

  “That’s ok.” He told her stepping over the threshold and into her space, forcing her to take a step back and allowing him enough space to close the door. “We’ll still be at it when he gets here and by that time I should be ready to sample that pretty little arse of yours again.”

  “So sure of yourself.” She taunted.

  “Of course I am and you needn’t try denying that you want a piece of me again, I can see it in the way you look at me, the way you try to be defensive but fail miserably.” He taunted right back, all the while moving forward, forcing her backwards. “You want me bad. You want me to bend you over and power into you, don’t you Officer Holland?” He had her pinned now, her back to the wall, chest to chest. He bowed his head, and pressed his lips to hers briefly before delving inside as his hands began to roam.

  She sucked in a breath as his tongue invaded her mouth. She’d only kissed him the once that night at the club and it had been a proprietary, you’re mine type of kiss. This one was full of want; he wanted her as badly as she did him.

  He pushed his hand between the waistband of her tailored trousers and her belly as she sucked in a breath. There was no hesitation on his part as his fingers discarded the elastic holding her underwear up and he plunged his fingers between her lips.

  Breaking the kiss, he sighed as he touched her, his lips still sweeping against hers to whisper “Beautiful, so wet.” Before going in for the kill. She was hot and ready and he wanted to taste her, right now.

  Making short work of the trousers and underwear, he told her to put her shoes back on. Her insanely high, bright red shoes that were a turn on by themselves, his next instruction was to tell her to spread her legs as he dropped to his knees and looked his fill.

  “Play with yourself.” He demanded.

  “Paul, not here.” She began to protest but quietened and acquiesced when she saw the fierce look on his face. Spreading her lower lips for his viewing pleasure, she began to rub slow circles over her clit before feeding her fingers inside.

  He loved this, this was his absolute favourite thing, watching a woman, any woman, play with herself and as Emily was already so wet, the delicious sucking and slurping noises coming from her pussy only heightened his enjoyment.

  Easing her fingers out of her, she started in once again on her clit, completely forgetting that Paul watched and jumping when a warm mouth began to lick her juices from her digits as she rubbed her clit a little harder. Looking down her body at the decadent sight of him, still fully clothed, mouthing her sex just added to her arousal.

  He pushed her fingers away and used his own to spread her lips apart before closing his lips around the sensitised nub of her clit and giving it brief flicks of his tongue as he slowly but surely increased the suction.

  She had come countless times to his once by the time she persuaded him to take this liaison to the bedroom. Propping his back against the headboard, he accepted the glass she passed him and took a long, slow drink of her tart, homemade lemonade before handing it back to her. She jumped at the sound of the door bell. “That’s Matt.” She said, stating the obvious.

  “So let him in.” He grinned, placing his hands behind his head as he made himself more comfortable. As the voices of his brother and the woman he had spent the morning fucking drew closer, Paul’s body began to harden at the prospect of a very enjoyable afternoon.

  “What are you......?” Matt began as he stepped into the room and clapped eyes on his brother; he stopped when Paul held up a hand and sat forward.

  “You never said you were exclusive.” Paul said.

  Stunned, Matt stood silently, considering Paul’s words and weighing up his options. He could make a scene, have it out with Paul and risk both of them getting kicked out of the house. He could leave and come back later when Paul had had his fill or he could join in. He had enjoyed the last time with his brother and Emily but he had become accustomed to having her all to himself and if he was really honest, he didn’t like sharing her.

  “True.” Came the slow reply. “But I’m not heavily into the sharing thing.” He admitted.

  “Well, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon so why don’t we let Emily decide?” Paul answered.

  Emily felt two sets of eyes turn on her, both asking the same question. Shit, now she would have to admit to them as much to herself that she wanted both of them, together or apart, she didn’t care how she got them, just as long as she did.

  “Emily.” Paul prompted. “We’re waiting.”

  Impatient asshole. “I want both of you.” She blushed and couldn’t meet their gaze.

  “Together?” Matt asked.

  “I don’t care if you are together or one on one, someone needs to fuck me now.” She stated to two amazed faces.

  “You’ve really done a number on her haven’t you?” Matt sniped even as he removed his clothes.

  “Yep. I am that good.” Paul grinned at his brother as he reached for Emily. “Come here sweetie and lower that lovely bum of yours down over my dick.”

  The walk home from Emily’s was a long one. Long, cold and wet, they were both drenched as t
hey scaled the fence at the bottom of the back garden and ninja’d their way into the house before stripping down to their underwear and creeping up the stairs to the warmth of their beds.

  “Paul.” Matt croaked into the darkness, his throat dry from sleeping with his mouth open. “Paul.” He forced his voice box to work and spoke a little louder, this time throwing a glare in the general direction of his brothers’ bed. Lifting his head, he grabbed his pillow and flung it across the room.

  A sudden thunk of something hitting him in the back of the head had him stirring and that’s when he noticed his alarm bleeping and stretched out a hand to blindly bash the button.

  “Turn your alarm off, it’s five o fucking clock in the morning.” Matt hissed.

  “I’m doing it, keep your hair on.” Paul hissed back, finally managing to hit the correct button and easing his legs over the edge of the bed. Sliding from the bedroom, he silently made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen, only flicking the light on once the door was closed.

  Switching on the kettle and grabbing a mug and some milk, he leant his forearms on the work top and rested his head on them. God, he was tired but perhaps he would be able to sleep during the four hour train journey to visit his son.

  He made a quite a pleasant sight this early in the morning, leaning over, smooth skin stretched over taught muscle, long legs snaking down from slim hips to end in bare feet. He was only just covered by his boxers but she knew what pleasure the hidden goodies could bring her. She gave herself a shake, knowing she shouldn’t think of him that way as she closed the door behind her.

  The kettle switched itself off and Paul prepared to move from his relatively comfortable position to finish making his tea when cool hands stroked his ribs and firm, full breasts pressed into his back. What the hell was she doing here? He thought, how didn’t I notice she was here? Those pointless questions revolved around his head as her hands traced his muscles. His spine tingled from her touch and then tensed as he remembered what he had done the previous night along with the realisation that he hadn’t bothered to wash before crashing into bed and he smelt like another woman.