Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3) by Michelle Day Read Free Book Online Page B

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one of the dogs tried to sit on his lap
    “No, just stupid , ” she replied,
pulling the black Labrador off of him . “This is Rufus , ” she told him
while she stroked a silky black ear, “h e’s the nosey one, the golden lab is Henry, the smart one and the
chocolate lab is Monty, the stupid one, Rufus is the leader though, shall we
go?”
    The walk through Richmond Park was very
pleasant; Gavin had her in stitches with his antics in playing with the dogs
and confusing the hell out of poor Monty. On the walk home, Gavin reached for
her and pulled her into a kiss, stopping her dead in her tracks.
    “Hmm, can you stay for a bit wh en we get back?”
she asked.
    “I had planned to , ” he grinned , on reaching Kiera’s house, Gavin noticed a car in the driveway.
    “Are your parents’ home?” he asked.
    “No, that’s the nanny’s car, she must have picked up the step brat,
this’ll be fun.”
    Entering th e house they heard the television on
full volume in the living room and found Kiera’s step brother lying on the sofa.
    “Turn it down . ” Kiera shouted
but reached for the remote at the same time.
    “Get off, I’m watching that, give it to me , ” Devon leapt off th e sofa and lunged at Kiera, he stopped dead when he saw
Gavin . “Who are you?”
    “Don’t be rude . ” Kiera sn apped . “This is my
friend Gavin. We’re going to my room; we have some
homework to do . ”
    “That’s a new name for it . ” Devon smirked.
    Kiera grabbed the front of Devon’s top , “Say a word to Mum and Dad and I will
go from being your big sister to your bitch sister, got it?”
    “Yeah, chill Kiera.”
    She grabbed Gavin’s hand and pulled him up the stairs and into the small
sitting room in front of her bedroom.
    He took a moment to marvel that he wasn’t the
only one with a veritable suite. How the other half lived. He could get used to
this. “Don’t you think you were a little hard
on him?” Gavin asked.
    “No, he’s a brat who thinks throwing a strop will get him everything h e wants, no, wait, it does get him everything he wants . H uh, maybe I should try it.”
    “You talk too much , ” he told her.
    “Oh, really ? ” S he asked, hands on hips.
    “Yes, kiss me , ” he wrapped his
arms around her feeling her relax against him.
    “You are very good at that , ” she sighed as the kiss broke.
    “Talking again , ” he teased . “Oh look , ” he peered around her “A bed, how
convenient.”
    “Not so good at subtle , ” she laughed.
    “Come on Kiera, we both know the real reason why I’m here, I don’t know
about you but for me it’s been a hell of a long time
since I got dirty with anyone.”
    “Oh God, it’s been forever , ” she agreed,
she put on an overly fake French accent and finished with . “Come into my boudoir Monsieur . ” S he held out her hand and led him, un-protesting into her b edroom. “Lock the door , ” she told him then pushed him back
against it as he turned to her, her lips pressing against his, his tongue
searching for hers. She felt his hands begin to explore her body, her own hands
under his t-shirt, she grasped the bottom o f it, he
raised his arms allowing her to remove it, dropping the shirt on the floor she
pressed her lips to his chest, stroking the firm muscles and surprisingly soft
skin.
    “Wow , ” she sighed
“you’re pretty . ”
    “Ssh , ” he kissed her,
harder this time, pushing her backwards until they
reached the bed, all the while he had been removing her top and bra. Stopping
at the foot of the bed, he gently pushed her until she sat on the bottom of the
bed . T hen knelt in front of her, he bent his
head to her breast, she lace d her fingers into his
wavy brown hair and gave herself over to his expert hands and mouth.
    “Christ Kiera, I’m surprised you don’t overbalance , ” he cupped her breasts.
    “Hideous aren’t they?”
    “The y are amazing , ” he disagreed . “F ar more than a
handful and I have big hands ,