by Angel Devlin
Then he’s in me, pushing all the way to the hilt and I groan, wrapping my legs around him to bring him as deep as I can. We find our rhythm quickly, Jenson almost pulling all the way out teasing me and then slamming back in. He circles my bud with his fingertip while thrusting inside me and I feel myself begin to climb once more.
“Jenson, I’m going to…”
He thrusts harder and faster and a fine sheen of sweat forms on his forehead. He stiffens and then he releases one last hard thrust and takes me over with him. We cling together as we ride out the waves of pleasure.
“That was… fuck… that was amazing, Leah. Thank you.”
I giggle and it breaks any awkwardness between us.
“Did you just thank me for the fuck?”
Jenson covers his face with his hands. “I’m not very good at talking to women.”
“Well, thank you, Jenson, for the fuck. It was awesome.”
We both start laughing. He grabs the blanket, wraps it around our naked bodies and we stay like that for a long while.
Eventually, I begin to get cold and the rug is not so comfortable.
“It’s late. I’d better make a move.”
“You can stay?”
“No, it would be awkward in the morning with Amelia. And it’s not like I have far to go home is it?”
“Well let me go see if your own clothes are dry now and then I’ll walk you home.”
And he does. He walks me all the way to my door where he pushes me against it, claiming my mouth once more. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he breaks the kiss. “And now I have a raging hard on again.”
I put my hand down between us and stroke him through his shorts.
“Not helping.”
I giggle and drop my hand, going in my bag for my keys.
“Thank you for a lovely evening. I’ll see you, er—”
“Tomorrow. You will see us tomorrow. Come for breakfast.”
I don’t hesitate to reply.
“Okay. But only if it’s pancakes.”
“Deal. I’ll teach you how to cook them without getting the mixture all over the ceiling and floor.”
I shove him in the arm. “Go on, show off. Back to your own house.”
He laughs and I watch him walk back to his own front door. He shakes his arse at me before he goes inside.
It’s going to be a long time until the morning.
11
Jenson
Walking away from Leah last night after taking her home felt wrong. My body was desperate to be pressed up against her once again. Hell, my cock was already trying to break through my shorts to get to her, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I’m not a young, free, and single guy anymore. I’ve got responsibilities and I can no longer follow what my cock wants. Now I’ve got to think of the most important thing in my life, my daughter. The last thing I need is her thinking that Leah is some kind of permanent fixture in her life when in reality I’ve no clue if that’s going to be the case. I fucking want it to be but it’s not just my decision to make and I’m fully aware she’s not just signing up to be with me. The facts are, I come with a ready-made family and she’s only twenty-one.
I drive myself crazy as I lie in bed going through all the possibilities when it comes to a serious relationship with Leah. I know it’s what I want but she’d have every right to run as fast as she could right about now.
When I do eventually fall asleep, it’s fitful at best. It’s full of dreams about her curves, her taste, her soft moans of pleasure as she was about to fall over the edge and her sexy demands for more.
I shouldn’t be surprised that when I wake, my cock is already tenting the duvet. Thankfully, I’m up before Amelia stirs so it gives me a chance to give the house a once over. Leah may have already seen it at its worst with toys everywhere and a kitchen covered in food, but knowing she’ll be here soon means I want everything to be perfect. It’s ridiculous because I know she’s not coming to see the house, but I still can’t stop myself.
I have the batter made and resting, every kind of topping I could find laid out on the table along with plates and drinks.
I’ve no idea what Leah did to Amelia yesterday, but she was still out for the count when I went up a few minutes ago to shower and dress.
My hands tremble around the coffee mug they’re wrapped around as I wait. It’s not just the anticipation of seeing Leah that I’m anxious about this morning. I’ve been keeping a secret from Amelia for months and today’s the day I get to unveil all.
I’m wearing a pair of light blue cotton shorts. I’ve been told by my sister that they’re a little on the tight side, so I thought they’d be perfect as I’ve caught Leah checking out my arse more than once, and a plain white t-shirt. I put way too much time into making sure my hair and beard were just so and I covered myself with my favourite aftershave. It cost so damn much that if she doesn’t immediately drop to her knees I’ll be bitterly disappointed.
The image that conjures up is just playing out in my mind, my cock swelling as if she were right in front of me when a light knock comes from the French doors.
Glancing up, my eyes immediately find her standing on the other side of the doors chewing on her bottom lip in uncertainty. Dropping my gaze, I take in the vest she’s wearing that wraps around her body like a second skin and gives me a perfectly teasing hint of the full tits that hide beneath. Then on the bottom she’s got on those damn hot pants that show off more than they hide.
Not able to stand the distance between us any longer, I push myself from the counter and head her way. Our eyes connect through the glass and hold.
Fumbling with the key, I groan in frustration that I didn’t think to open it sooner so I could get to her easier. The second I pull the door open, I reach for her, wrap my hands around her waist and pull her to me. Her soft curves press up against my body and my semi hardens on contact.
“Fuck,” I mutter before slamming my lips down on hers. I’m not at all gentle. Instead I put all the frustration I’m feeling about having to spend the night without her into it. I slip my tongue past her lips and she greedily sucks on it. Dropping my hands to her thighs, I lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist, lining my cock up with her centre perfectly.
“Jesus, fuck,” I mutter, kissing across her jaw and down the soft skin of her neck.
“Jenson,” she moans. “Where’s Amelia?”
My chest swells that even at this moment she remembers my daughter. “Sleeping, so no screaming.”
“Are you gonna…?” She trails off when I place her on the edge of the counter and continue to rock my length against her.
“Every time I see you, baby,” I promise, my mouth watering to take more than I’m going to be able to right now.
Dropping my lips to her chest, I kiss across the swell of her breasts before pulling the fabric of both her top and bra down so I can pull her hard nipple into my mouth. The taste of her fills my mouth making my cock weep for her.
Her chest heaves and she whimpers above me. Setting myself a challenge to see if I can get her off from this alone, I suck her deeper into my mouth once again before biting down.
The sound of her head hitting the cabinet behind her sounds out around us but when all she does is thread her fingers through my hair to keep me in place, I know it couldn’t have hurt too badly.
Releasing her with a pop, I kiss and lick around her nipple before going to release her other breast to give it the same treatment.
“Jenson, please,” she begs, spurring me on. But everything soon comes crashing down around us.
“Daddy, what are you doing to Leah?”
My eyes widen in shock and Leah gasps in horror as we both go to pull her top back up. Our hands collide in our haste, making the situation Amelia just walked into look even worse, I’m sure.
“Daddy?” I groan when I realise that she’s not going to let this go without getting an answer.
“Leah fell into her bush.”
Leah snorts at my excuse.
“I was just making sure she hadn’t hurt herself. Are you ready for your pancakes, baby girl?”
I look over my shoulder just in time to see her huff out a breath of frustration at my use of the nickname she hates.
“Only if you stop calling me that.”
“Not going to happen, so no pancakes for you.”
“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it,” she says in a panic, rushing towards the table.
“I’m so sorry”, I mouth to Leah as she slips down from the counter. My eyes flutter when she brushes against my length that’s still threatening to break through the zip at any moment.
“You can make it up to me later, maybe?”
“Too fucking right.”
“Amelia, would you like a drink?” Leah practically sings as she moves towards the table, leaving me feeling lost.
“Orange juice please. Daddy, what are you waiting for? Me and Leah are hungry, aren’t we?”
“Uh... very hungry.” Glancing over, her eyes find mine. She might be hungry, but I know damn well it’s not for my pancakes.
“I’ll be back in just a few minutes to make them.”
“Where are you going now?”
“Stop being so bossy, Amelia,” I snap unintentionally. I feel awful when I turn to look and find her bottom lip trembling. “I’m sorry, I just need to... use the toilet.”
Running from the room before my daughter spots what’s going on below my waistband, I try to think of anything that will make it go down. Although I fear any progress I make will be ruined when I walk back into that room and see Leah again. She was so fucking close; if we hadn’t been interrupted…
“You’ve been gone ages,” Amelia helpfully points out when I walk back into the kitchen just a few minutes later much to Leah’s amusement. Our eyes lock for a second before hers drop to my crotch, clearly wondering if I managed to fix my little—or not so—situation.
“Right, pancakes. Place your orders, girls.”
“You okay?” Leah asks, coming to stand beside me as I pour some more batter into the pan.
“A little frustrated, but good. You?”
“I’m good. I’m sorry though. I shouldn’t have allowed that to happen.”
“It’s not your fault and you do not need to apologise for it.” Her eyebrow rises. “Okay, fine. It was kinda your fault. Have you seen yourself?”
Laughing, she playfully slaps my arm. “So, I thought you were going to teach me how to do this properly.”
By the time we’ve used the last of the batter Leah is flipping pancakes like a pro.
“Did you see that? I did it! I flipped the perfect pancake.”
“I told you it was easy.”
“Yay,” Amelia claps behind us. “You can come and cook me pancakes every morning now.”
“Um... I’m not sure about that. I can’t gate-crash every morning.”
Leah’s eyes flit to mine shyly and my heart drops. She doesn’t think she belongs here, whereas I’m having fantasies about her sleeping in my bed and eating at this table with us on a daily basis, much like my daughter seems to be. It might be crazy after only a few days but already I can’t picture my future without this woman in it.
“Let’s just take each day as it comes, yeah?” Amelia’s face drops whereas Leah’s brows draw in with confusion. I hate that I’ve not made my intentions with her clear. It’s something I need to rectify as soon as possible, even if it ends in her telling me that she has every intention of selling the house next door and moving on. I’d always regret not being honest with her about how I feel.
Placing the final plate of pancakes on the table, I quickly return to the kitchen and pull a present out from where I’d hidden it at the back of my pan drawer.
“What’s that, Daddy?” Amelia asks excitedly, already bouncing on her chair to get a better look.
“Do you remember on your birthday I said I had one more present for you but that you’d have to wait?”
“Yes. What is it, what is it?”
Leah watches the exchange between us, her own curiosity getting the better of her as she leans in the second I place the gift in front of my daughter and watch her start ripping at the paper immediately.
“What is it?” Leah asks when Amelia lets out a delighted squeal.
“Thank you, Daddy. I’ve wanted a lightbox forever.”
Leah’s eyes find mine. They narrow, clearly wondering why I kept something as simple as a lightbox back until today.
“Turn it over, baby girl.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she screams once she’s had a chance to read the message. “You’re taking me to Disneyland?” Waiting to tell her that I’d booked this trip has been killing me. I’ve been desperate to see the look of wonder and excitement that’s on her face right now, but I knew that if I did it too soon that her impatience would get the better of her. “Thank you,” she squeals, launching herself at me from her chair. I just manage to catch her before she hits the floor.
Throwing her little arms around my shoulders, she holds me tightly and I’m reminded of why I’d do anything for my little girl. When Leah’s eyes meet mine, I find them full of unshed tears. She knows how big this must be for Amelia. The sight of her emotion has a little of my own clogging my throat.
Eventually Amelia loosens her hold on me and I’m able to put her back on her feet so she can return to her abandoned pancakes.
She just goes to take a bite when she stills and looks up at me, her eyes wide as an idea hits her. “Is Leah coming too?”
“Uh…” I look between the hope on Amelia’s face and Leah’s concerned one. An invite to join us is on the tip of my tongue when she beats me to it.
“I’m sorry, Amelia, but I can’t. I’m too busy working on my house. Maybe another time.”
“Aw, but can’t you get someone else to do the house? I’m sure Daddy will pay for it, won’t you Daddy?”
“You’ll have an amazing time just the two of you. It’ll be so much fun. Which princess do you want to see first?” And just like that Leah somehow manages to change the subject and puts a stop to me begging for her to come.
12
Leah
I couldn’t wait to get back around to Jenson’s this morning and his welcome certainly didn’t disappoint. Yet now, watching them together, chatting excitedly about Disneyland Paris just serves as a reminder that this is not my family. I spent the night dreaming they were, but she already has a mum, even if she’s not around, and her father barely knows me.
It’s only been a few days but I could see a lifetime with this man. Could see myself in a mother role to this girl, making that smile appear on her face and helping her with all the girly stuff. Maybe it’s the fact I just lost my own parents that is making me throw myself among this small family? A reaction to loss? But it doesn’t feel that way. It’s bizarre, but I came back to my parents’ home, walked next door and felt like I found mine.
My home.
I shake my head with the ridiculousness of my rambling brain. I’m now full of pancakes and Jenson and Amelia are talking about going swimming.
“Do you have a costume, Leah? Can you come?” Amelia’s face is full of a hope I couldn’t possibly dash.
“Sure. Give me half an hour?”
“Yaaayyyyy.”
So my morning is spent in a pool where my time is split between encouraging Amelia with her doggy paddle and batting away Jenson’s naughty underwater fingers.
“If you get dried off I’ll take you to my restaurant for lunch.” Jenson’s cadence rises at the end of the sentence in a question. We’re at the edge of the pool where his bottom half is pressing against me under the water while his face feigns innocence.
“Jesus. I’m still stuffed full of pancakes. You trying to make me the size of a house?”
“Nope. I just want to show off a little by showing you my restaurant, so indulge me.” His eyes twinkle.
“Okay. I’d
better go try and do something with my hair then.” I say, moving my hand under the water and slipping it down the waistband of his swim shorts where I grasp him and pump my hand a few times. “Later, I’m going to sit on you and ride your dick so hard.” I whisper in his ear. “Good luck getting out of the pool without looking like a dirty pervert.” I giggle and I push myself out of the water.
There’s a smack to my backside as I’m getting out.
I turn around, my eyes wide. “You did not just do that at a family pool.”
Jenson smirks. “Shouldn’t have been so naughty.”
“What did she do, Daddy?” Amelia asks. “Did she say a naughty word?” She makes her way over to the edge near me.
“Leah, you must have been really, really naughty because Daddy has never smacked my bottom in my whole life.”
“Yes, I was very naughty.” I drop my gaze to Amelia. “I said some very bad words.”
“We can still go for lunch though, right? Because I’ve been really good.” Amelia pleads.
“Yes, if Leah promises to be a very good girl then we can still go for lunch, so do you promise to behave yourself, Leah?”
The urge to get back in the pool and put my hand back down his shorts is almost overwhelming but instead I get up making sure my backside almost brushes his face.
“I’ll be an absolute angel.” I wink and then I make my way to the changing rooms.
InHale is a chic modern restaurant with shiny black floors, mirrored walls and square and rectangular dining tables with red tablecloths. The staff are all smart and are rushing around an extremely busy sitting.
“Hey, Boss. With you in a minute.” A tall guy with chiselled cheekbones, deep dark doe-eyes, and arms I could swing off rushes past. I give him a second glance and Jenson notices, his chin tightening.
Oops.
“Is it always this busy?” I ask him.
“Yes, and it’s going to get even busier soon. I’m about to be featured in The Sunday Times.”
