Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (44 page)

Putting a hand behind her, she grasped his
wrist and brought his hand to her breast, they had yet to break the kiss,
something she was reluctant to do, and she’d never been kissed like this before.

Eventually pulling back, running the tip
of his tongue over his lips, Gavin watched Cara watch him. She leaned in and
packed his cheek “Hmmm boy can kiss.” Sliding her hands beneath his t-shirt,
she encouraged him to remove it and then dragged her tiny, barely there top
over her head, pressing her bare chest to his.

“I er, I’ve never done anything like
this.” Gavin admitted but his hands were snaking up her sides to cup her
breasts.

“You seem like a natural, we don’t have to
do anything more than this. We can work up to it.” She dropped her mouth to his
collar bone, tasting him, liking the feel of him beneath her tongue.

Taking short, shallow breaths as she began
to do wonderful things with her mouth on his torso, he managed to finally
speak. “I’m already pretty worked up.”

Cara laughed, “I can feel that.” Her
tongue delved into his navel and he shuddered beneath her. Her fingers circled
the button on his jeans as she pressed kisses to the skin just above it. She
raised her head, silently asking for his permission, smiling when he nodded.
She took her time lowering his zip and then her fingers slid beneath the wide
band of his shorts, she tugged slightly and he responded by lifting his hips
just enough for her to wriggle his jeans and shorts down as far as she needed.

Gavin’s entire body clenched as her mouth
came into contact with the head of his cock, he gripped the sheets beneath him
when her tongue flicked out “Oh fuck.” He whispered as he watched his cock
disappear between her lips. He didn’t remember releasing the sheets to fist her
hair but there his hand was, gently encouraging her movements. Nothing had ever
felt so good in his entire life.

Lifting her head and sitting back across
his legs, she silently admitted to herself that he had impressed her. She’d
blown a few virgins and most had exploded in her mouth within seconds. Gavin
was trembling from head to foot but he was still impressively rock hard and
watching her expectantly. “I want to watch you come.” She told him as she began
to stroke his thick length.

“Not arguing but it doesn’t seem fair.” He
barely finished his sentence before she had him bucking into her hand, his low
groan as release claimed him made her skin prickle in pleasure. He stilled her
hand as she continued to milk him, his cock now a mass of over sensitised
nerves.

She laughed when he moved her hand away
and bent to lick his offering from his hard abs, feeling them tense beneath her
tongue. She let him see it hover on her tongue before swallowing and crawling
up his body. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” he shook his head as her fingers
traced his lips followed by her tongue.

His mouth opened readily and he tasted
himself for the first time. His body was tingling all over and he had an
overwhelming urge to sleep, he wanted to hold her to him as he did.

Cara had other ideas. “Next time will be
all about me. I’ll show you what I like and see if you can get it right.” She
kissed him again and reached for her top. Her sex was throbbing and she had
been tempted to straddle Gavin and get herself off but she didn’t want to scare
him and besides, Novak was just down the hall with a healthy supply of condoms
and an every ready cock.

Paul and Suzanne broke the news of their
engagement over lunch to both sets of parents. Monica as expected was over the
moon. Suzanne’s parents tried to be happy but were soon voicing their
reservations.

The luncheon spiralled downwards quickly
when Paul left the table to take a call and Suzanne’s parents pointed out that
he was already married to his job. Things went further downhill as the gathered
parents began to make plans for a large, opulent wedding when the happy couple
had already discussed a small, quiet affair.

Monica pipped Suzanne to the post by
calling an end to the lunch when Paul lapsed into stony silence. They agreed to
meet again the following day at the home of his future in-laws. It took all of
Suzanne’s many whiles of persuasion to get him to see the positive side of it.

What Suzanne didn’t tell Paul is that they
would be spending the night with her parents. With all their children now flown
from the nest, they had recently downsized to a bungalow. Suzanne had wrongly
presumed that they would take the spare bedroom and she was left wondering
quite how she would tell Paul not only were they staying but they had been
relegated to the sofa bed in the lounge as the spare bedroom was still full of
unpacked boxes.

She was surprised when he took it
remarkably well. There was no posturing or pouting and he held off his sullen brooding
silence which usually made itself known when he was presented with something he
didn’t want to do.

Regarding his fiancé whilst sipping from a
large glass of rather nice rosé wine, he shrugged “I’m going to need a few more
of these.” He raised his glass and finished his wine.

Monica arrived with Tessa in tow as Paul
was working on developing a warm glow. Tessa grabbed Suzanne and wrapped her in
a hug before shooing Paul into the next chair along and pulling her friends
left hand towards her.

“Oh my God.” She gasped when she caught
sight of the rock currently trying to blind her in the sunlight. “That must
have cost a fortune.” She said, looking at Paul over her shoulder, she huffed
when all he did was smile at her.

“According to your baby brother this is
just a trinket and there’s plenty more to come, that’s a quote from Mr Money
Bags over there.” Suzanne informed her.

Getting up from his chair, planning to
move away before his sister pinned him to it and demanded to know the value of
the ring, he simply said “That’s right.” Before joining the older folk at the
other end of the table.

Tessa gaped after him, eventually shutting
her mouth and releasing her friend’s hand, she fixed Suzanne with a stern look.
“My little brother is seriously loaded isn’t he?”

“Apparently so.” Suzanne confirmed.

As lunch was served and the discussion
turned to the wedding, Suzanne watched Paul with a wary eye and almost laughed
when she caught Monica doing the same thing. For his part, Paul was being
amenable with the majority of the suggestions and had so far only vetoed the
number of guests proposed. By the time desert was served, a happy compromise
had been reached.

Paul was swaying slightly as he undressed.
He was exhausted, more from biting his tongue than anything else.

Pulling on the top half of the pyjama set
she’d bought just for tonight, Suzanne looked across the dubious looking sofa
bed at him. “Are you alright with what’s been decided?” She asked.

Nodding as he dropped his jeans, he
straightened up and eyed the pyjama trousers before him. “I’ve told you,
anything and everything to make sure you are happy, I will try to do.” He held
up the paisley patterned monstrosities and caught her trying not to laugh.
“What the hell are these?”

“You may live to regret wanting to keep me
happy.”

Smiling, “I look forward to those
regrets.” He shook the pyjama trousers at her, raising his eyebrows.

“They are just for tonight lover. Can’t
have you walking around with your danglies on display, you’ll give my parents a
heart attack.” She laughed at her own phrase before stopping. “Leave your
boxers on Paul. Just in case.”

“Christ, you’ll have my…danglies as you
put it, locked in a cage next. The boys need air baby.” He protested.

“One night Paul. It’s not going to kill
you.”

Suzanne woke to the sounds of breakfast
preparations. She was tucked into Paul’s side, her head on his chest, snuggled
securely in his arms. She lifted her hear when her Dad popped his head around
the door and whispered breakfast in ten minutes as Paul stirred.

Kissing the warm skin of his chest, she
moved slowly to his cheek then his lips, breathing against them “Get up.”

“I’ve been up for about half an hour so
far.” His husky morning voice brought goose bumps to her skin as his hand
reached for hers, proving how “Up” he really was. Although his eyes were still
closed, he was smiling.

“Open your eyes.” Watching as he slowly
opened his eyes. His smile faded as his eyes darted around the room.

“Bollocks.” He muttered before turning
towards her and wrapping her tightly in his arms. “Want to find out if this
thing squeaks?”

Pushing him away, “We already know it
squeaks fidget arse and I’m not getting physical with you while my Dad is in
the next room.”

“You are no fun.” He stuck out his bottom
lip but couldn’t maintain it as she mock glared at him. “Holy shit Suzie, we’re
getting married.”

Her heart melted. Not only was she finally
getting her man but he was as excited about it as she was. Sliding from their
makeshift bed, pulling on a pair of leggings, she stroked her hand through his
hair. “Yes we are. Get up.”

Contemplating rolling over and going back
to sleep, Paul had just snuggled back down and closed his eyes when the living
room curtains were thrown open, flooding the room with light. “Ergh.”

“Good morning Paul.” His soon to be
mother-in-law trilled. “Up you get.”

Now with little choice, he climbed from
the remarkably comfortable sofa bed to join Suzanne and her parents on the
patio. A morning person he was not. Suzanne’s family however were chatting away
with vigour as he took the mug offered to him and burnt his mouth with a large
gulp.

Spying Suzanne’s diary front and centre on
the table, he opened it and flicked through several pages. Tapping his finger
against a date, he looked at her and nodded. Signalling this one. We get
married then. When she took it from him, he proceeded to pinch a cigarette from
the packet sitting on the table, lighting it with her mother’s pink bejewelled
lighter before moving off the patio for a little bit of head space.

Suzanne tried to stifle a laugh at his
lack of communication in the face of her parents. She knew he didn’t want to
say the wrong thing and had clearly decided saying nothing was the way to go.
She looked down at the date he had indicated while her parents made plans for their
day. She was going to marry him on that day then she realised that day was only
six weeks away. Bastard.

Looking over to where he had stopped,
right in front of her mother’s freshly transplanted prized rose bushes, her
breath caught. The sunlight was hitting him from behind, making his usually
black looking hair show its true rich chocolate brown colour. Sideways on to
her now she could see he needed to shave and he needed a haircut but boy was he
put together well. Jensen features with Paloma colouring did him all sorts of
favours.

She was smiling smugly to herself thinking
that he was all hers, beautiful outside as well as in when her heart plummeted.
She watched, almost in slow motion as he stretched out a hand and plucked one
of the failing rose blooms. What the hell was he thinking? Her expression of
abject horror caused her parents to look over at him, her mother rocketing to
her feet and making it across the lawn to his side in seconds flat.

Her concerns were short lived however,
when her mother trotted off to the shed, returning with a trug and watched as
Paul proceeded to dead head her, don’t you dare touch, rose bushes. She
couldn’t hear what was being said but her mother was hanging on his every word
as she shredded the blooms in the trug to make pot pourri. As they made their
way back to the patio, she heard Paul say:

“I think you’ve overwatered them, you
should leave them for a few days. I’ll stop by and prune them for you some
time.”

“You could show me how to prune them
perhaps?”

Paul turned his best charming smile
towards her, “It would be my pleasure.”

Throwing him a look of “What the actual
fuck just happened here?” when he sat next to her, she melted into his hand as
he cupped her cheek and brought his lips to hers, she nearly choked when he
whispered.

“Paul one, ma in law zero.”

Later that week, at his regular lunch
meeting with his Mother but this time with Suzanne in tow, Paul interrupted the
wedding planning conversation with:

“I don’t want dad there.”

A brief moment of silence followed while
both women regarded him then exchanged poignant looks with each other.

“He’s your father, he should be there.”
Monica scowled at him.

Paul shook his head, “He donated sperm,
doesn’t make him a father. I don’t want him there.”

Sensing an impending argument, Suzanne put
her hand on Paul’s arm “You’ll be so busy with the other guests, you’ll barely
notice him.”

“No point in him being there at all then.”
He answered shooting her a look, full on frown coupled with his “I dare you to
continue” glare.

“Ok, that look right there? That comes in
my direction again and there won’t be a wedding.” Removing her hand, Suzanne
kept eye contact with him.

He held her gaze for a few seconds before
looking away and glancing around the restaurant. He huffed out a sigh, dragged
a hand through his hair and mumbled “Sorry” before turning back to her.

Throughout the exchange, Monica had held
her breath. In her head she was silently applauding Suzanne. She’d got Paul to
apologise, albeit begrudgingly. She had accomplished something with one
sentence, which usually took weeks to achieve.