Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (18 page)

“No.”

“Then you don’t really have an excuse not
to. Come on Suzie, you know you want to.”

“I’m sorry, no. It was good seeing you
again.” She couldn’t look into those big brown eyes, if she saw them asking her
to stay; she’d weaken and be naked again in no time.

Sighing, Paul got to his feet and crossed
the room, walking away from her as he didn’t want to see her leave. He made a
show of collecting his clothes from the floor but he kept his back to her as he
fumbled with his jeans, only turning around when he heard the bedroom door open
then close again.

John left the flat ten minutes after
Suzanne, his own hot date at the forefront of his mind. Stopping at the local
grocers, he grabbed a bunch of flowers and was making his way back to his car
when he spied his nephew’s latest bed partner dithering on the street.

Sliding into his Jaguar, he watched as she
paced, clearly battling with herself over going home or returning to Paul. She
kept checking her watch and then rummaged in her bag, pulling out what looked
like a diary. She flicked through a few pages and then stood still as she read.

Suzanne was conflicted. She knew she
should go home, chalk this latest encounter with Paul up to a huge lack of
judgement, move on with her life and hope to God that Cameron didn’t find out
about it. But then again, Paul was a mere ten feet away in that flat, he was
injured and as a friend, shouldn’t she make sure he was really alright?

She could smell him on her, feel the
trickle of his semen into her underwear and the ache being stretched by him
caused. She stopped pacing to look in her diary. She had appointments the
following day and she told herself that if they were morning appointments, she
would go home and if they were afternoon ones, she would return to Paul. 
Opening the small book to the correct page, she saw that her first appointment
wasn’t until four o’clock. She was so screwed and quite clearly going straight
to hell.

John smiled when Suzanne dropped her diary
into her bag and headed in the direction of his flat. “Oh you may not know it
young lady, but you have got it bad for my nephew.” He looked at the front
window of his flat, the one to Paul’s bedroom, “Have a good night boy.” He
whispered.

Paul had only bothered to put his jeans
on, leaving the belt and button undone when Suzanne left. Heading to the
kitchen and gulping down a large glass of water, he’d just refilled the glass
and was heading back toward his bedroom when the door bell sounded. Leaving the
glass on the telephone table, he pulled the door open, his mood lightening and
expectations soaring when he saw her standing there.

Stepping onto the flat she dropped her bag
and moved into his arms, “Just tonight ok?” She said, her mouth on his and her hands
beginning to roam.

“Ok.” He answered although at this point
he probably would have agreed to sell his soul to the devil if she had asked
him to do so.

He wasn’t sure who pulled who back to his
room; all he knew in the next instant was that he was on his back and her pussy
was hovering over his face. He reached up and grasped her hips to pull her onto
his mouth as he latched onto her swollen lips and sucked as if his life
depended on it.

She clutched his headboard as she rode his
tongue; this is what her sex life with Cameron lacked, aggressive oral. She
could grind down on Paul as hard as she liked and he’d take it, make the most
of it and own it completely.  Whereas Cameron would give her clit a cursory
flick every now and then, Paul would tease it from its hiding place and then
show it no mercy, making it his plaything for his enjoyment because the boy
absolutely loved to make her come.

She was squeezing him to death with her
thighs but oh what a way to go. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her and
twisted, dropping down onto his back, his cock still buried deep inside her.

Bracing her arms on his shoulders, she
prised her sweat slickened chest from his and began a slow grind waiting for
the inevitable vice like grip on her hips that would follow as she slowly drove
him insane and he tried to take back the upper hand.

“Hold me properly.” She gasped. Rotating
her hips while impaled upon him always, without fail pushed him to the limit of
his endurance but she missed the firm, almost painful grip he usually had, his
injured hand only resting on one hip while his left hand squeezed the life out
of the other.

“I’m trying.” He answered in between
thrusting up into her.

“Try harder.”

He moved his gaze from her bouncing
breasts to her face, grinning up at her as he gave up control completely to the
motion of her body.

Suzanne placed her hand over his injured
one and applied a gentle pressure, making his fingers dig into her flesh,
giving her the buzz she needed. With one hand occupied, she placed the other in
the centre of his chest and sat up a little straighter taking his whole length
and feeling the swollen head of his cock pressing against that hidden spot, the
one Cameron had yet to find.

The only sound in the room was their heavy
breathing and the wet sucking her pussy made as she rocked on his cock. She was
right on the edge and from the way he throbbed inside her, so was he.

“Oh God!” She arched her back, pushing her
clit against his pelvic bone for that extra little frisson, her hand clamped
down on his, making his fingers dig further into her delicate flesh.

He let out a breathy laugh, “Not quite,
just Paul,” he groaned, unable to keep up his charade of nonchalance as he
quite literally exploded.

She slapped both hands onto his chest as
he came and began a vigorous grind making sure to keep her clit in contact with
him as she raced towards orgasm.

Later, with the lights out and just the
glow from the digital clock lighting the room and Paul spooned tightly into her
back, she was snuggling back into him, preparing to sleep when she felt him
draw a breath.

“No-one fits me like you do Suzie.”

“Hmm.” She didn’t want to do this again,
not now.

“I’m serious. You can’t tell me this
doesn’t feel right, that when we get together, there are fireworks every single
time.”

She sighed, evidently, he wanted to talk.
“Do we have to discuss this again?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because in the morning you’ll leave me
again and I want to have my say.”

“Ok, point taken, go on.” She snuggled
closer, feeling his breath in her ear.

“We should be together, you know it, I
know it, the whole damn universe knows it but instead we just go around in
circles with you insisting that I’m not ready for a relationship with you when
you are the one who always comes to me.”

She took on board what he said and
loosened her grip on his arms as she turned to face him. “Cameron is good to
me, he’s kind and generous. Safe.”

“All I heard is boring, mug and boring.”
He told her. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She admitted.

“Then why are we doing this?”

“Cameron will take care of me. You will
break my heart. I may give up power to you in bed but I’m not willing to do it
with the rest of my life.”

Paul huffed, “You don’t relinquish
anything to me Suzie, in bed or out of it. I can take care of you. I’ll treat
you well, you know this.”

“I know you believe that and perhaps one
day it will be true but right now you aren’t ready or I’d bet, willing to give
up your bed hopping ways. If we were together, I’d spend my life wondering
where you were and who you were with. I don’t have to do that with Cameron, I
know where he is just as I know he would never cheat on me.” She put her finger
to his lips, silencing him when he tried to speak. “I know your intentions are
good and that you think you’ll be able to be faithful but take a snap shot of
say the last six months of your life and tell me honestly what it consisted
of.”

Rolling onto his back, pulling her against
his side, he took a deep breath as he recalled the time span she had requested.
“Work, partying, the club, sex, lots and lots of sex.” He admitted.

“With lots and lots of women?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Did you re-visit any of them?”

“Not intentionally.” He looked down at
where she rested her head on his chest. “Ok, I get your point. I like my life,
I enjoy sharing my bed with different women and I don’t want that to change
anytime soon so yeah, you’re right, I would slip back into my old ways and that
would probably destroy us. Tell me this, does he make you tremble the way I do?
Does he make your body dance to his tune the way I can? Do you come as hard on
his tongue as you do on mine?”

“He’s a considerate lover but no, he
doesn’t quite have your finesse and he rarely goes down on me but then, he
hasn’t had the practice you’ve had.” She smiled against his warm skin before
turning her head to press feather light kisses across his pecs. “I’m happy with
him Paul, you need to accept that. We’re moving in together. Next weekend in
fact.”

“So I’m your final fling then?”

“I guess.” She shrugged.

He smiled in the semi darkness of his
room, reached for her hand and unceremoniously placed it on his hardening cock,
“I can live with that.” He told her.

Suzanne sat up and pushed the covers away,
looking down his toned body to the appendage currently growing in her hand. “You
want to go again?”

“Well, you are here for one night only, we
may as well make the most of it besides, I stopped you when you went to blow me
earlier, let’s see if you can make a proper job of it this time.” He grinned
and winked, knowing how it would irk her.

“Just for that comment, you can go
wanting.” She removed her hand and crossed her arms over her chest..

“It amuses me that you think you have a
choice.” He laughed as he scrambled to his knees, grabbed her legs and jerked
her flat onto her back swinging a leg over her torso while she struggled to
sit.

Presented as she was with his now fully
erect cock and feeling him lower his body down, his barely there breath teasing
her pussy, coupled with the fact that with his weight on her, she wasn’t going
anywhere, she conceded defeat.

Suzanne was bidding him a fond farewell by
the time John, a little worse for wear stumbled from his bedroom and reached
for the coffee pot. Closing the door with a deep sigh of regret, Paul joined
his Uncle, smirking at the older man’s dark circled eyes and generally
dishevelled appearance.

Reaching across his Uncle, Paul grabbed a
bowl and began his morning ritual of filling it to the brim with cereal before
making the whole thing a precarious balancing act by adding milk. “Good night?”
He asked while shovelling the cereal into his mouth.

John riffled his fingers through his thick
dark hair, trying to persuade it into some semblance of a civilised haircut,
“Yeah, excellent actually, but I’m absolutely exhausted now. I fear I am
getting too old for all my shenanigans.”

“Perhaps you would be better suited to
ladies of your own age instead of those young enough to be your daughter.” Paul
quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You cheeky bugger, I’ll have you know
that the ladies I date are all over a certain age that would make them old
enough to be your mother, they just happen to be excellently preserved.”

“Uhuh, yeah, you keep telling yourself
that.” He couldn’t help the chuckle and nudged his Uncle’s arm as he hitched
his backside up onto a stool in order to give his breakfast the attention it
deserved.

“I take it your evening was fulfilling?”
Taking the attention from himself, John turned it back to his nephew.

Paul nodded, “Yeah, right up until the
part where I had to let her go.” He mumbled.

“So go after her if you feel that way.”

“There’s no point, she’s moving in with
her boyfriend, last night was kind of a parting gift.”

“Oh, that’s rough.”

“Yup. She wants me though, I just know it
but she says I’m not ready for a committed monogamous relationship and she’s
right. One day though, she’ll be mine and she’ll wonder why she waited so
long.” Paul dropped his bowl into the sink and made to rise.

“Wait a minute.” John rested a hand on his
arm and stopped him. “It sounds to me like she’s not ready either. I don’t
understand why she would be here with you knowing full well that she’s about to
take a very big step and move in with someone.” John watched his words sink in
as Paul digested it.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m so stupid. Why the
hell didn’t I bring that nugget of insight up to her last night?”

“I suspect it wouldn’t have changed her
mind.” John told him.

“Probably not.” He conceded. “Fancy
dropping me off at Victoria? I’m going to see Gavin for a couple of days. I
figured I’d make the most of not being able to work.”

“I take it Suzanne is someone we won’t be
discussing further?”

Paul shook his head. No. He wouldn’t be
talking about her to anyone else either.

“I’ll drive you up there, it’s about time
the Jag had a decent run and I haven’t seen your house yet.”

“Cool, thanks John.”

“Oh and Paul? Good luck hiding that.” He
pointed to Paul’s neck making the boy frown and head for a mirror.

“Terrific.” He said on seeing the rosy
skin where Suzanne had sucked on him. “It’s ok, I’ll just have to get Carmen in
the right mood and then persuade her that she did it.”

“That’s cold.”

“It’s better than the argument it’ll cause
if she clocks it first.”  He said over his shoulder but he chose his clothes
carefully in order to hide the mark on his neck.

An hour into the journey, having re-tuned
the radio, trashed his Uncle’s taste in music and pressed every easily
accessible button in the car, Paul turned to his Uncle, fingers drumming on the
dashboard in front of him. “Are we going to stop for food soon?”

John glanced at his nephew as he
negotiated his way to the outside lane. “You ate half a box of cereal just over
an hour ago, you can’t possibly be hungry yet.”

“I had a heavy night, expended a lot of
energy and the chances are, I’m going to have another one tonight so yeah, I’m
hungry, starving in fact and…..” He leant over to see the instrument panel,
“We’re going to need fuel soon so pick the services with a decent food area.”

“You’ll look like a whale by the time
you’re thirty if you aren’t careful.” John sneered.

“What? With my metabolism and hefty
workout schedule? No way?” Paul laughed.

“I was going to argue that sex isn’t
considered a workout but I can’t, especially given the enthusiasm you put into
it so I’m just going to shut up and find you somewhere to feed your face.
You’re paying for the fuel though.”

“Oh come on, this thing drinks petrol like
it’s going out of fashion. I thought I was your favourite nephew.” He protested
but he was smiling. “I hope they have some of those chocolate filled donuts.”

Carmen stopped at the gate as a very nice
Jaguar slowed to a stop in front of the house. She put the boys behind her as
she turned to face the car, ever mindful that it could easily be an errant
reporter reviving the story of the school teacher and her pupil as happened
from time to time, she was pleasantly surprised when Paul uncurled himself from
the car, she released the boys hands and stepped aside as he kissed her cheek
then reached for his son, ruffling Luke’s hair as he settled Gavin into his
arms.

“I wasn’t expecting you until later.” She
smiled.

“John offered to drive and we made good
time so here I am.” He snuggled into his sons neck, hugging him tightly as he
inhaled the scent of his offspring. “Hello little man.” Paul beckoned to his
Uncle to get out of the car saying, “You won’t see the house from there,” as he
climbed out before stooping down to hoist Luke onto his other hip, not wanting
the little boy to feel left out. “Hi Luke.”

“Hello.” Luke answered, grinning and
poking at Gavin until the younger boy broke into giggles and began to squirm.

Carmen watched them for a while before
suggesting that Paul take the boys into the garden while she showed John around
the house pointing out the change of floor plan that had come straight from his
nephew’s mind.

“You’ve had a long drive; you are more
than welcome to stay for the night.” She invited.

“That’s very kind of you and I’d like to
take you up on that but perhaps I should see how Paul feels about it first.”

“That’s probably a good idea. Come on,
I’ll show you the garden.”