12. Leah
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.”
My jaw drops open. “Get out. You are not.”
He stands up taller. “I am. And when women get a look at the hot guy that owns this place, they’ll be flocking in droves.”
My stomach tightens with an unrecognisable feeling. Is that jealousy?
“Hmmm, given the hot guy I just saw passing, I’d say you’d better extend the place to fit all the desperate women in.”
I can feel the sparks flying between us and I’m surprised everyone else in the restaurant is oblivious to our teasing underlined by my fervent need to show him he’s mine and no one else’s by fucking him against one of the tables. His breaths are coming rapidly and I know he wants to smack my backside again right about now.
The guy comes back over.
“Uncle Scott. You said you’d come and be my prince and you have not been.” Amelia yells at him.
He sweeps her up, those biceps pumping as he does so. I can’t help it, I’m watching, and the thought it might be winding Jenson up too is just a bonus.
“You know me, Princess.” Scott says. “Your Daddy keeps me locked up here like Rapunzel. I keep asking if I can go let down my hair and he says no. He’s the wicked King keeping me trapped here in this restaurant palace. You need to free me, Princess Amelia.” His voice is dramatic and Amelia giggles, no doubt used to this man’s nonsense.
“Now, Amelia. You seem to have brought another princess with you, so who is this one? Is this Jasmine?”
“No.”
“Ariel?”
“No, silly.”
“Oh, I know. It’s Snow White.”
“It’s Princess Leah.”
I see the flitter of amusement cross Scott’s features.
“Leah, not Leia?”
“Lee-yah.” I enunciate clearly.
The guy shrugs. “Huh, there goes my fantasies.”
“Is there a table then, Scott?” Jenson’s eyes are narrowed and he looks ready to kill Scott. In fact, if he could use the force I think Scott would be looking a little pained right now.
“Sure, follow me.” He takes us to a quiet curtained-off corner and to a table set for four and then removes one set of cutlery. “I’ve not had lunch yet, but I take it I wouldn’t be welcome.” He’s clearly teasing Jenson now.
He passes us a menu each which amuses me as Jenson no doubt knows every inch of it already.
“Anyone heard from Krissy yet?” Jenson asks, looking in the direction of the bar where a bartender is looking stressed as he’s faced with a large queue.
“Nope. So I think we can safely say she’s probably not coming back.”
“I’ll get on it first thing in the morning. We’re off to Disneyland on Wednesday. I’ll make sure you have someone by then.”
Scott nods and moves away, saying he’ll be back to take our orders.
“What’s that all about?” I ask him.
“One of our regular bar staff seems to have quit without actually telling us. We’re too busy to be short staffed. I don’t like anything that gives customers a cause for complaint.”
I stand up and Jenson’s brow creases. “What are you doing?”
“Order me a lasagne. I bartended my way through college. I’ll go help clear the queue.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You aren’t asking and I’m only doing it now just to help that poor guy out. He looks like he wants to cry. I’ll be back by the time my food is served. Then you can ring round your staff to get the evening covered or I’ll stay. But tomorrow you’re on your own because I have a house to fix up.”
With that I saunter over to the bar, chat to Chester and ask if he wants a hand and away we go. Fifteen minutes later Chester thinks I’m an angel sent from heaven and I’m tucking into my lasagne.
“You’re becoming a little indispensable to me.” Jenson whispers in my ear, making shivers run from my lobe down my spine. “I’m going to miss you when we’re in Disney. Sure you can’t come?”
“Not to Disney, but I can come .” I whisper back. “I think you’re going to need to make sure I’m highly satisfied if I have to survive until Sunday evening before you return.”
“I intend to make sure of that,” he whispers darkly.
“It’s rude to whisper. That’s what you tell me, Daddy. I can’t hear what you’re saying to each other.”
“Oh it’s a secret about Disney, Princess.”
“Sweet! Okay then. Can I have some ice cream?”
“How is your daughter not sixty stone?” I ask Jenson.
The answer becomes clear once Amelia is full of food as she hurtles around the restaurant until Jenson scoops her up and says we need to leave because she’s going to annoy the customers. He’s managed to get bar cover for the evening, so with that in mind we make our way home.
Once Amelia has run around like something possessed for several more hours, she makes her way to bed and then after so do we. I once more get escorted around to my own property in the early hours.
“When I get back from Disney, you’re staying, even if I have to buy that house myself, to force you out of it.” Jenson groans cupping my breast. “It’s no good,” he says and pulls me around the side of the house.
“What are you doing?” I shriek as Jenson pushes me against the bricks. He unfastens my jeans and pulls them past my knees, then moves my panties to the side with deft fingers and slips first one, then another inside my slick opening.
“I’m becoming addicted to feeling you explode around me,” he growls in my ear. My eyes flutter closed. There are people talking in the distance, people who could walk past the house at any moment and potentially see what’s happening. The thought of being discovered just makes things ten times hotter. I thrust my hips up to meet his fingers. He curls them inside me in just the right way that within minutes I’m gasping as my body trembles and my core pulses around his fingers.
“Oh God, Oh God.” My exaltations are captured in his mouth as he feasts on my lips. Dropping to my knees, I open the waistband of his trousers and pull those and his pants down, freeing his erect cock. Gripping him firmly at the base, I take him in my mouth.
Jenson’s hands come to the back of my head and one fist wraps firmly around a clutch of my hair. As he gets more excited, he guides my head, showing me just how he likes it. I tongue the end of his glans and then deep throat him until with a, “Fuck, Leah,” his balls tighten and he releases his sticky, salty load into my mouth. I swallow everything he has to give.
Eventually he manages to walk me to my door and says goodnight.
* * *
The next morning I’m actually up bright and early. I’d refused the offer of breakfast as I had Carl starting early this morning as he wanted to try to get the dining room and the bathroom plastered today.
As he walks in the door, he takes in my beaming smile. “Someone’s had a good weekend then. Either that or you’ve accidentally sat on a cucumber?”
“Carl!” I laugh. “Is that any way to talk to someone employing you?”
“Smiling looks good on you,” he says. “You coming out with us again on Friday?”
“Erm, yeah, sure.”
“You can ditch us for cock if you need to.”
“I’m not having this conversation.” I laugh. “Do you talk to all women like this?”
“Only ones I know are okay with banter. Like my cousin.”
“The bartender?”
“Yeah. Well, she was. Until she got sacked for telling the boss to go fuck himself. Got a bit of sass has my cous.”
Synapses fire in my brain. “She looking for another job? I can’t promise but I know someone who’s looking. She will have to rein it in though, it’s a classy establishment.”
“Er, maybe.”
“I’ll be putting the kettle on, you call her.”
By the time I put a steaming hot cuppa in Carl’s hands he has a mobile number for his cousin for me.
I text it to Jenson.
Me: My plasterer’s cousin is a recently sacked bartender. She’s sassy but cute. She’ll bring all the boys to the yard.
My phone pings a minute later.
Jenson: Leah to the rescue. I’ll have to find a way to say thank you… when will I see you?
Me: Later. I need to get on or this house will never be finished.
Jenson: I don’t want it to ever be finished…
I stare at his message. At the three little dots at the end. And I wonder what is going to happen. It’s likely that by the time he and Amelia are back from Disney, the house will be ready for the market, and I will be free to leave.
But I don’t want to go.
Frustration that I have to sell, that this can’t be my home because of unscrupulous loan sharks has me punching the sofa. I’ll be lucky if I’m left with enough to buy a keyring with, never mind a house. I need to start looking for a job shortly.
I need a bloody miracle, and some more paint.