13. Jenson
13
Jenson
“Hey, how was your weekend?” I ask Kaylie when she eventually picks up the phone.
“Ugh, disaster.”
“So you didn’t get a guy to take you home and show you a good time then?” I cringe asking the question, but I just want her to be happy.
“No, Aiden brought me home because I was too pissed to even stand up.”
Aiden is her best friend. They’ve been close since we were all kids. Everyone’s always thought they were perfect for each other but still all these years on nothing’s happened between them, well not that I know of.
“And he didn’t even kiss you goodnight?”
“No, Jenson. He didn’t,” she snaps.
“Fine, listen, I need a favour.”
“Of course you do.”
“This is the last one for a while because we’re off to Disney on Wednesday but there’s something I’ve got to do before we go.”
“Go on…”
“I’ve met someone... I think.”
“Oooh give me the details.” I hear rustling down the line and I smile knowing she’s ready to hear all the gossip.
“Maybe later. But is there any chance you could stay a little later tonight so I could take her out?” Kaylie was already booked in to look after Amelia so I could pop into work this afternoon. A few extra hours shouldn’t hurt so I could take Leah out, right?
“Fine. But you owe me.”
“When don’t I?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Where are you taking her?”
“No idea. That was going to be my next question.”
With a sigh, Kaylie starts rattling ideas off for the perfect date with Leah. It’s even more proof that she needs a man if she’s got a million dates planned in her head.
Her suggestions do give me some ideas and after making sure Amelia is okay playing in the living room, I quickly pop next door.
It takes her a little too long to come to the door and when she does eventually pull it open looking hot and flustered, my fists clench with frustration—or maybe it’s jealousy, I’m not sure. It was obvious the minute I walked out of the house that she wasn’t alone because that damn van was parked in the driveway once again.
“Hey, I’m sorry, Carl was just—”
“Carl was just what?” My voice comes out as a growl, making Leah’s eyes narrow.
Her hands land on her hips as she blows out a frustrated breath. “Banging me against the wall.” Her eyes roll dramatically telling me she’s joking but my heart starts to race nonetheless.
“Short stack, where have you gone? I can’t hold this curtain pole up all fucking day.”
Leah’s head tilts to the side as she waits to see what I’m going to do. Knowing she’s alone with him has been infuriating at the best of times but right now I want to go and grab Amelia, put on our painting clothes and insist we help, to ensure he keeps his hands to himself.
Tension crackles between us, the silence stretching out a little too long. Eventually we’re interrupted by a crash from somewhere in the house. “Fucking hell, that’s your fault, shortie.”
Shaking her head, her eyes continue to hold mine. “Did you need something, only we’re kinda busy?” She knows exactly what she’s doing and her small smirk ensures I’m aware.
“Uh... yeah. Are you free tonight?”
“I can be. Why?”
“Kaylie is babysitting and I want to take you out.”
“Like on a real date?”
“Yeah, if you’re up for it.”
“I’m up for it.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up about seven.”
Rushing back towards my house, I poke my head into the living room to find Amelia exactly where I left her with her dolls.
“You want some lunch, baby girl?”
“Yes please, Daddy,” she calls without even looking up from what she’s doing.
* * *
I end up running late at the restaurant and come rushing through the house, shouting a hello to Amelia and Kaylie as I run up the stairs to get ready for my date. Even thinking the word makes me feel a little weird. I haven’t had a date in years. But I don’t ever remember being this nervous.
I jump in and out of the shower. I’m barely in there long enough to get wet before I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a slim white t-shirt. Throwing some wax through my hair and rubbing some oil into my beard, I stand back and look at the result.
“You look handsome, Daddy. Just like a real-life prince.”
“Aw, thank you, baby. Have you been a good girl today?”
“Of course I have.”
“Good girl. I’m sorry I can’t read your story tonight, but I’ve got to go out.”
“It’s okay. I hope you and Leah have a good night.”
My mouth drops open a little. “How’d you know I’m going out with Leah?”
“I guessed.”
Turning to look at her, she squirms under my stare. “Really?”
“No, she overheard me talking to Mum on the phone,” Kaylie confesses as we make it to her in the kitchen.
“Amelia, what have I told you about eavesdropping?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. But Aunt Kaylie was talking so loud I couldn’t help but hear.” Giving my sister a death stare, I go to collect the flowers I dropped on the counter as I rushed in. “How old is Leah, Daddy? Aunt Kaylie said she’s very young.”
“Really?” I snap at my sister.
“Sorry,” she mouths but it’s too late. I’m irritated. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that Amelia listens to everything these days and will repeat it given the opportunity.
“Try to be good tonight.”
“I will,” Amelia sings.
“I meant Aunt Kaylie.” I pin my sister with another look before turning, giving Amelia a kiss and marching from the house.
“Hey,” Leah, says pulling the door open soon after I’ve knocked. I don’t give myself a chance to check her out; I’m too desperate for her.
My palm lands on her cheek, my eyes staring deep into her light blue ones as I step inside and push her back against the wall. My lips slam down on hers and I take what I’ve been desperate for since our little session down the side of her house last night. Hitching her leg up around my waist, I press my already hard cock against her.
Her moans of pleasure fill the space around us, and they’re soon joined by my own growl as her hands slip up inside my t-shirt and her nails scratch across her back.
My tongue plunges into her mouth, exploring her like it’s our first kiss.
Once I’ve managed to clear some of the frustration today has filled me with, I step back.
“Wow, that was some welcome.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” My eyes drop from hers and I do what I should have done when she first opened the door. “You look beautiful.” She’s wearing a pink, floral sundress which shows off her incredible cleavage and sits high on her thighs.
“Thank you.” A shy little smile forms on her lips and fuck if I don’t want to pin her back to the wall again. “You don’t look too bad yourself. So are we going out or did you want to…?” She gestures over her shoulder. Glancing to the hallway behind her, my muscles ache to do as she suggests and spend our first date inside her. But that’s not what tonight is meant to be about.
I want to treat her properly. To show her what being with me could be like aside from being a parent to Amelia. We haven’t exactly had the conventional start to whatever this is, so I want to do something right.
“No, we’re going out.”
“Okay, let me grab my bag.”
Stepping from the house, I wait for her to lock up before leading her towards my car with my hand resting in the small of her back.
We chat about the restaurant and her renovations as we head into town. I explain how I’m interviewing her bartender suggestion first thing in the morning and she tells me a little more about her. I’m not all that thrilled that she’s connected with her workman, but beggars can’t be choosers.
“You’re taking me bowling?” she guesses correctly as I pull up a little way down the street from the bowling alley.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun.”
“I’m not exactly dressed for it.”
“You’ll be fine. Come on.” I intend to be a gentleman and open her door for her but by the time I get around the car she’s already standing on the pavement waiting for me.
Threading my fingers through hers, we walk into the building and book a lane.
It’s not until she goes to do her first throw that I start to understand why she was concerned about what she's wearing. Rearing her arm back, she steps forward and throws, but no one’s eyes are on the bowled ball as it speeds off down the lane because her shapely legs, and more importantly her arse, are almost on full display to every motherfucker in this place.
With my muscles locked tight, I push from the bench I was sitting on and storm over.
“We’re leaving.”
“What. Why?”
“You were right. You’re not dressed for this.”
Her eyes flick over my face, an amused smile appearing on her lips.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“What?”
“I didn’t have you down as one to go all alpha caveman on me.”
“Leah,” I sigh, exasperated with her amusement. “You just showed every man in this place how tiny that little G-string is you’re wearing and now every single one of them is imagining fucking you.”
She glances over my shoulder and shifts her eyes around the room.
“No one’s even looking this way.”
“Trust me, they were. And they will be again if you bend over like that. Come on.” I go to pull her away from the lane and get her the hell out of here but she holds firm.
“We’ve only just started. I promise not to bend over so much, how’s that?”
My teeth grind as I picture just how much she put on show for everyone to see only seconds ago. Can I sit here and allow her to do it all over again? Leah’s standing with her hands on her hips and a defiant look on her face.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really.”
“Fucking hell.”
Her hands land on my chest and she pushes until I’m forced to fall back down onto the bench and watch.
By the time she takes her last go, beating me by a mile, I’m just about ready to explode. A group of young guys took over the next lane to us about twenty minutes ago and I know every single one of them stops to watch every time Leah takes to the lane. I didn’t need to turn to acknowledge it, their sudden silence said it all.
“I can’t believe I won,” Leah squeals as we leave, hand in hand.
“I was distracted.”
“Oh come on. What’s the big deal? So what? I showed off a little more than I was planning to. I’m leaving with you, aren’t I? And if you’re a lucky boy I might show you my bedroom later.”
“Yeah?”
“Only time will tell. What’s next? I’m starving.”
Getting back into the car, I take us a little out of the city to an event Kaylie told me about.
“What’s this?” Leah asks, her brows drawn together as I pull up into the car park and get out, retrieving a box and blanket from the boot.
“I’m not totally sure. My sister recommended it.”
“Okay, well lead the way.”
We follow the path and eventually emerge from the trees to find a huge field with people scattered around sitting on their own blankets and enjoying their own picnics as a band play on the makeshift stage at the other side of the park.
We find a patch of grass and I lay the blanket out before opening up the basket and excitedly pull out all the dishes I prepared earlier.
“Did you make all of this?” Leah asks, staring down at it all in amazement.
“Yep, with my very own magic hands.”
“I’ll be interested to see what else you’re going to do with those magic hands later.” She purrs.
I put the food down and we make out on the blanket until I hear her tummy gurgle. We eat and then she says the words I’ve waited to hear all night.
“Do you want to come back to mine?”