Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3) (36 page)

“Being big has its own problems but that’s a story for another
time
.
” James grinned.

Gavin spent the rest of the day planning his evening and disappeared from
the house on several occasions. Angel had heard plans being made by the others
to spend the evening out at a local bar meaning she would be spending the
evening
in the house with Gavin and after his most
recent rejection of her, it wasn’t a thought she revelled in.

Chapter
13

Angel asked her friends if they wouldn’t mind her tagging along and
noticed their hesitation. Novak had been within earshot and he could
see the girls begin to waver so he stepped in.

“Angel
,
” he called her
over
.
“You wouldn’t have any fun with us now
would you?” he asked putting an arm around her shoulder and squeezing.

“I don’t want to stay here with him
,
” she replied, gesturing towards G
avin.

“Coming out with us isn’t an option I’m afraid
,
” he told her
.
“Besides, he knows he’s fucked up, just
give him one last chance to put it right
.
”

“It doesn’t seem to matter how many chances I give him, he simply doesn’t
want to know
.
”

“I beg to differ
,
” Novak answered
.
“We won’t be late back
,
” he let his arm drop from her shoulder
“Ready ladies?” he asked as he walked by them and over to Gavin
.
“We’re off
,
” he tapped his friends arm, Gavin
removed his headphones.

“Ok
.
”

Novak leant in closer
.
“You need
to do loads of serious sucking up bro; she’s pissed at you
in a big way
.
”

“Great, thanks, as if I didn’t know that already
.
” Gavin rose out of his seat
.
“Have fun
.
”

With the others out of the house, Angel came to the conclusion that in
order to avoid Gavin
for as long as possible, she
would have a nice long soak in the bath and as he’d vanished upstairs, it was
the perfect opportunity to get into her room without having to talk to him.

The bath was long and deep affording her plenty of room to stretch out a
nd relax in the bubbles, unfortunately, her over active
mind wouldn’t allow her to relax and instead of enjoying the bath she found
herself fuming at not only Gavin but at Kiera
too,
for not insisting that she join them on
their night out. She was so going
to give Kiera a
piece of her mind in the morning.

“I’ve had enough of all of them
,
” she thought as she dried her hair
.
“I’m going to go home in the morning
,
” she pulled her suitcase out of the
walk in wardrobe, she pushed her mp3 player into her speaker d
ock after creating a playlist of particularly venomous
tunes and cranked up the volume as she began to stuff her clothing into her
bags.

Gavin stepped out of his shower and vigorously rubbed his wet hair before
drying his body, pulling on his shorts and je
ans, he
moved about his room lighting candles, giving his hair a chance to dry a little
more before putting on the dark grey shirt with dark red pinstripes that he had
selected before brushing his hair and stepping into the hall.

Angel’s door was ajar, mus
ic blaring from the
room. Gavin was familiar with the song that w
as
playing,
it wasn’t
light hearted. He took a deep breath
and stepped up to her door with the intention of knocking. The sight of her
flinging clothes, complete with hangers, into her bag at
first had him frowning; he pushed the door further open, leaning against
the frame, watching her.

Angel threw a pair of jeans, still attached to their hanger into her bag;
they promptly rebounded off the other hangers protruding from the zip and
landed on
the floor. She picked them up a further two
times before stamping her foot and screaming at the garment to stay in the bag.
She heard a laugh and turned toward the sound.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny
,
” she yelled
.
“What do you
want?” as angry as she was, she took note of the very nice shirt and the new
black jeans over bare feet.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m getting ready to leave in the morning. You can give yourself a pat
on the back for finishing whateve
r we had before it
even got started
.
”

“I was hoping you would let me make it up to you
,
” he hadn’t stepped into the room
, he
continued to lean on the door frame.

“There’s no point, we’re done you and I, it obviously wasn’t meant to be
.
”
S
he thrust her hand
s into the pockets of her
bathrobe.

“We are far from over
,
” he told her,
finally moving towards
her. “
I can only apologise so many times before it stops meaning anything, but
I am sorry Angel. Do you think you might just be able to give me one last
chance?
”

“Give me one good reason why I should
,
” she folded her arms.

“Because you know you want to, and you know the right thing to do would
be to let me try
,
” he said softly
.
“And because I want you
.
”

She dropped her arms to her si
des, unable to
object any
further
.

“Come with me
,
” he took her
hand and led her to his room, she could smell vanilla wafting through the door
as he stepped behind her and covered her eyes with his hands, her own coming
from her sides to cover his
.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“
Trust me
,
” he whispered guiding her forwards,
through his living room and into the bedroom where he uncovered her eyes. She
didn’t move or speak for what seemed like forever, her hands had covered her
mouth as she took in the scene before her.

Every flat s
urface was covered with candles on
beds of rose petals
,
there was a
bottle of champagne on ice next to a large bowl of juicy looking strawberries
and vases of roses. His bed had been freshly made; he had replaced his usual
black and red bed linen with snow
white sheets with a
further light scattering of rose petals, she felt like Romeo’s Juliet. Slowly,
she turned to face him
.

“How am I supposed to stay angry at you when you’ve done all this?” she
asked.

“I’m hoping you won’t
,
” he answered,
he handed her a
glass of champagne.

“This is what you had planned all along isn’t it?”

“Uhuh
,
” he nodded
.
“Strawberry?”

She took a fruit from the offered bowl, she loved strawberries
.
“What’s the big fuss about strawberries
and champagne?” she asked.

“They make the champa
gne taste a little creamy
,
” he replied
.
“Put one in your glass, you’ll get the
full effect
,
” he paused
.
“I didn’t know until today but
strawberries are supposed to be a female aphrodisiac
.
”

“Really?” she asked, hand on hip.

“Yeah. I swear I didn’t know
.
”

“
Do you really think I need any help in that
department? I only have to look at you to have my hormones leaping. I’m still
trying to work out why that is
.
”

“You have the same effect on me, but then you already know that and you
are very good at using it aga
inst me
.
”

“I want you little boy and I don’t do subtle
.
”

“I worked that out for myself. I shouldn’t have waited so long but after
the thing with Quinn I just figured you wouldn’t want me anywhere near you, I
was wrong, I’m sorry
.
”

Angel put her glass on t
he blanket box at the
bottom of the bed
.
“You waited
just long enough, this is perfect
,
” she pressed
her lips to his, letting him take control of the kiss and the rest of the
evening.

Gavin broke the kiss, holding up one finger to tell her he’d be back in
a minute; he walked away into the living room, closed the
door and returning to the bedroom, firmly closed that door too. Angel was
perched on the edge of the bed, pouring them both another glass of champagne,
he sat beside her and resumed the kiss, gently
pushing the dressing gown from her shoulder. He moved behind her, exposing her
other shoulder and then she felt his warm hands ever so softly caressing her
shoulders followed by his lips kissing each piece of skin his hands had
touched. His hands went to
her elbows and guided her
back against him, her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her,
his lips teasing her neck and earlobe.

“Nervous?” he asked.

Angel considered his question and took another sip of champagne before
answering
,
“
n
o
.
”
S
he
felt his chuckle rather than heard it.

“I am
,
” he replied,
she turned in his embrace, a question causing the creases on her brow.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to mess this up
,
” he eased away
from her and beckoned as she turned completely towards him
.
“Lay on your
front
,
” he told her, she thought this was
strange, but did as he said, sighing when he continued to massage her, slowly
and subtly edging her bathrobe from her body. Her skin tingled at each touch as
he worked his way from her shoulders, kissing the top of
her back, moving around to the side of her rib cage then up to the swell
of her breast, softly nipping the silky exposed skin down the side. He was
slowly but surely, sensitising each tiny piece of her skin as he moved down her
body. She gasped when he ni
pped the flesh where her
bottom met her thigh and again as he kissed the back of her knees, she had
never considered her knees to be so sensitive.

Completing his journey back up, he lay beside her, his hand never leaving
her back and kissed her again, she
turned onto her
side, pushing her fingers into his hair as she kissed him back, fully aware
that while she was totally naked, he was still fully clothed. His hand moved
from her back to her breast and when he bent his head to the soft flesh, she
slipped he
r hands from his hair to the front of his
shirt, making short work of the buttons and pushing it from his shoulders, he
removed the shirt, pressing his bare chest to hers, breathing in her scent,
revelling in the feel of flesh against flesh.