“Oh, God, Jason, oh fucking God.”
I heard him moving around, cleaning himself up while I grinned and panted in post-orgasmic euphoria.
The press of his mouth on mine came unbidden, lingering long enough to twist my fingers in his hair and hold him close.
And then he was gone.
Chapter Twelve
Jason
“I’m being used for my Land Rover. That’s a first, mate.” Steve was in good humour; the promise of sweet pussy clearly putting a smile on his face.
A universal effect, it seems.
“Not just your Land Rover, Steve. I want your barn as well.”
“You’re a cheap date, Redfern. Battered old jeep and a hay shed? Money’s wasted on you.”
I breathed in the cool breeze, zipping my training top a little bit higher. “Did a parcel arrive for me?”
“Aye.” He gestured to a box in the corner. “Gift for the redhead by any chance?”
“Gift for me and the redhead,” I smirked. “I’m not sure who’ll enjoy it more.”
I felt the weight of his stare, a strange half-smile on his face. “I don’t bloody believe it. You’ve only gone and got feelings for her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I hardly know her.”
“I know you¸ Jason Redfern, and it’s all over your bloody face. Never seen you smile so much as you have over this chick.”
“That’s what a good lay does for you. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Ain’t no lay that’s put that spring in your step, mate. Chick’s crawled into your brain.” He lit up a cigarette. “You’ve gone soft for her.”
“I’ve only seen the girl twice.”
“Twice is all it’s taken.”
“Whatever, Steve. You just wait til you’ve had a go. My cock’s never felt so good.”
He threw me his keys. “Bring her out here real soon, or my balls are gonna explode.”
“It’ll be soon.”
My mobile buzzed as I loaded the package into the car. I clicked the icon with a smile.
But it wasn’t Gemma.
April: Dinner party at ours. Kate and Reece, and VERONICA ASHDOWN! I’ve invited Trevor Loveridge too, thought it would do your chances next season some good. Seven sharp. Don’t be fucking late, Jason, don’t you dare. xxx
This was fucking news.
Steve appeared at my shoulder. “Megabitch calling?”
“Texting.”
“What’s she want? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, mate.”
“She wants me to play happy fucking families at her shitty little dinner party.”
“Christ.”
“Tonight.” My sky clouded over, a torrential fucking rainstorm.
“Fuck her off,” Steve shrugged. “Tell her to get stuffed.”
“She’s invited Trevor...”
“She’s a devious fucking cow, that one,” Steve said. “She really is.”
“Yes, she is.”
“Can you get away early? Still make it round to Redhead’s?”
“Her flatmate finishes work at eleven.”
Steve looked gutted for me, genuinely. “Gonna have to call it off, then. Stinks bad. She’ll understand, though, won’t she?”
I bloody hoped so.
Gemma
I grabbed my phone idly as it started up, expecting my mum.
Jason calling.
How I smiled. “Missing me already? You’ll see me in a couple of hours.”
His tone was positively morbid. “I’m really sorry, Gem, I have to rain check. Something’s come up.”
“Oh?” I was inquisitive, much too inquisitive. “I mean, of course... sure. No problem. Some other time…”
Wife trouble?
The thought was unwelcome.
“Give me another time,” he said. “Tell me when.”
I scoped out the route to Tessa’s timetable, but she was still at home, pottering around the kitchen and humming to herself. “I’ll have to figure it out.”
“I can do Saturday, if that works.”
“I definitely can’t do Saturday,” I sighed. “I’m being dragged out to some swanky nightclub in Kensington. A friend of mine’s after a footballer. Theo something.”
“Theo Fernandez?”
“That’s him,” I groaned. “He looks about twelve. From Spain, apparently.”
“Yes, he does and yes, he is.”
“You like football, do you?” I smiled. “Maybe you should take her, I know nothing about any of it.”
“I like it some days more than others,” he sighed. “Today, not so much.”
“Whatever’s come up, I hope it gets sorted.”
“I live in hope.”