Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series by Michelle Day Page B

clapped eyes on his brother; he stopped when Paul
held up a hand and sat forward.
    “You never said you were exclusive.” Paul
said.
    Stunned, Matt stood silently, considering
Paul’s words and weighing up his options. He could make a scene, have it out
with Paul and risk both of them getting kicked out of the house. He could leave
and come back later when Paul had had his fill or he could join in. He had
enjoyed the last time with his brother and Emily but he had become accustomed
to having her all to himself and if he was really honest, he didn’t like
sharing her.
    “True.” Came the slow reply. “But I’m not
heavily into the sharing thing.” He admitted.
    “Well, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon
so why don’t we let Emily decide?” Paul answered.
    Emily felt two sets of eyes turn on her,
both asking the same question. Shit, now she would have to admit to them as
much to herself that she wanted both of them, together or apart, she didn’t
care how she got them, just as long as she did.
    “Emily.” Paul prompted. “We’re waiting.”
    Impatient asshole. “I want both of you.” She blushed and couldn’t meet
their gaze.
    “Together?” Matt asked.
    “I don’t care if you are together or one
on one, someone needs to fuck me now.” She stated to two amazed faces.
    “You’ve really done a number on her
haven’t you?” Matt sniped even as he removed his clothes.
    “Yep. I am that good.” Paul grinned at his
brother as he reached for Emily. “Come here sweetie and lower that lovely bum
of yours down over my dick.”
    The walk home from Emily’s was a long one.
Long, cold and wet, they were both drenched as they scaled the fence at the
bottom of the back garden and ninja’d their way into the house before stripping
down to their underwear and creeping up the stairs to the warmth of their beds.
    “Paul.” Matt croaked into the darkness,
his throat dry from sleeping with his mouth open. “Paul.” He forced his voice
box to work and spoke a little louder, this time throwing a glare in the
general direction of his brothers’ bed. Lifting his head, he grabbed his pillow
and flung it across the room.
    A sudden thunk of something hitting him in
the back of the head had him stirring and that’s when he noticed his alarm bleeping
and stretched out a hand to blindly bash the button.
    “Turn your alarm off, it’s five o fucking
clock in the morning.” Matt hissed.
    “I’m doing it, keep your hair on.” Paul
hissed back, finally managing to hit the correct button and easing his legs over
the edge of the bed. Sliding from the bedroom, he silently made his way down
the stairs and to the kitchen, only flicking the light on once the door was
closed.
    Switching on the kettle and grabbing a mug
and some milk, he leant his forearms on the work top and rested his head on
them. God, he was tired but perhaps he would be able to sleep during the four
hour train journey to visit his son.
    He made a quite a pleasant sight this
early in the morning, leaning over, smooth skin stretched over taught muscle,
long legs snaking down from slim hips to end in bare feet. He was only just
covered by his boxers but she knew what pleasure the hidden goodies could bring
her. She gave herself a shake, knowing she shouldn’t think of him that way as
she closed the door behind her.
    The kettle switched itself off and Paul
prepared to move from his relatively comfortable position to finish making his
tea when cool hands stroked his ribs and firm, full breasts pressed into his
back. What the hell was she doing here? He thought, how didn’t I
notice she was here? Those pointless questions revolved around his head as
her hands traced his muscles. His spine tingled from her touch and then tensed
as he remembered what he had done the previous night along with the realisation
that he hadn’t bothered to wash before crashing into bed and he smelt like
another woman.
    Still with his forearms resting on the
worktop, he turned his