Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1) (17 page)

Wiping his damp fingers on
his trouser leg to dry them, Paul bent his head to his work, glancing sideways at
his brother who had witnessed the entire charade. Matt was grinning broadly and
shaking his head, his admiration for his brother escalating tenfold by the
younger twins’ unflappable boldness and ability to take advantage of any
situation.

The students jumped to their
feet as the bell that marked the end of the lesson and the end of the day
sounded, Carmen calling out instructions for homework as they packed their
bags. Matt stopped by Paul’s desk as he packed his books away.

“You’re a dog.” Matt grinned at
him.

“Nah.”
Paul shook his head “I am a God.” He laughed as he
stood making sure he was the last one to leave the room.

Carmen dropped into her
chair, vastly relieved that he hadn’t found an excuse to stay behind; she really
had to find a way to discourage him she told herself. She wanted nothing more
than to go home and take a long hot bath to try and scrub away the sensations
his prying fingers had caused, hot tears of shame pricking her eyes as she
recalled how much she had enjoyed it, she reached for a tissue and was dabbing
away the tears when the door to the classroom opened.

As he packed his bag at the
end of the lesson, Paul considered the possibility of remaining behind after
class and taking things further, eventually deciding that it was a little too
risky right at that moment and he left the room with his brother without a
backward glance. Reaching the school gates, he told Matt that he wasn’t done
yet and he’d be home later.

“What do I tell Mum?” Matt
asked to make sure the brothers’ had their stories straight

“I dunno, er, tell her I went
straight to a job or something,” he stepped closer to his brother, lowering his
voice so that only Matt would hear “Tell her anything other than I’m fucking
the science teacher.” He grinned.

“Are you though? I mean, have
you actually been there?” Matt asked, grabbing Paul’s arm to prevent him from
leaving.

“Yeah,
once.
Matt, don’t go shouting this
from the rooftops ok?”

“You know I can keep a
secret.” Matt stepped back.

“Uhuh, oh yeah, like
the me
and Suzanne secret?” Paul accused.

“Hey, you pissed me off and
insulted my girlfriend.” Matt defended.

“Even so, it was a cheap shot
and you know it.” Paul replied “You’d better have my back on this one.”

“I do, trust me,
catch
you later.” Matt turned out of the school while Paul
sprinted over to the main building and did a quick sweep of the corridors,
glancing into classrooms as he made his way back to the science room.

She was where he had left
her, sitting at her desk but now she was dabbing at her eyes.

“You can’t be here.” she said
in a voice barely above a whisper as he pulled the roller blind down over the
glass door and swiftly made his way across the room, dropping his bag when he
was halfway to her. Paul grabbed her hands, pulled her out of her seat, turned
her and pushed her back onto her desk on top of the test papers. Positioning
himself between her legs, he roughly wrenched her skirt up over her thighs
before releasing the belt holding his trousers and letting them drop.

“No.” she protested in her
sternest voice.

“You can stop with the
protests.” he told her as he stepped closer, one hand going to her hip while
the other moved the material of her underwear aside “You know you want this,
you just have to admit it to yourself” a half a step closer still and he was
inside her, once again, she made no attempt to stop him or push him away, she
closed her eyes and hung her head in shame at her inability to stop her legs
from parting further, her eyes opening when he paused, seeing in front of her
evidence of her arousal on the firm flesh that had stopped half in and half out
of her.

Paul was so lost in the
moment that it took him precious seconds to realise the noise he had heard
wasn’t coming from either of them. He was relishing how damp she was and the
delightful wet noise that filled the room at each and every thrust and that was
when he heard it, laughter and the clang of a metal bucket, the cleaners had
arrived.

“Fuck.” He hissed,
unceremoniously pulling out of her and carefully easing his still hard cock
back into his trousers, he reached for her skirt and pulled it back down over
her hips, smoothing it down her thighs “Meet me in the park, by the top car
park, I’ll be there for the next hour” he said, she recognised it wasn’t a
question but a demand.

“No, I won’t, this stops
now.” she answered, finally finding her resolve.

“It’s up to you.” he shrugged
“You either meet me in the park or I’ll come to your house, which would you
prefer?” he picked up his bag and looked at her questioningly.

“Fine, I’ll come to the
park.” she agreed knowing she couldn’t allow him near her house.

She parked her car in the top
car park as instructed; apart from one other car the place was deserted.
Stumbling from the vehicle, she took the most obvious, well beaten route from
the gravel surface of the car park, cursing her shaking legs, blaming it on her
stiletto heels which were wholly unsuitable for this type of terrain, her tight
skirt wasn’t helping matters either and she found herself hitching it up to
allow a more purposeful stride.

As she walked, avoiding pot
holes and the delightful parcels left by inconsiderate dog owners, she went
over in her head what she was going to tell this persistent boy, she would have
to be firm and take no objection from him, this ended today, after this meeting
she would not allow herself to be in this position again. She jumped when he
stepped out of a clump of trees just a few feet in front of her, a cigarette
clamped between his lips, he smiled at her around it as he unbuttoned his shirt
and pulled it out of his trousers, exposing his body to her gaze. Carmen could
swear that he knew exactly how good he looked, he had testament to that fact
every day at school with hoards of girls salivating over him, all of which he
took in his stride with an extremely dirty laugh and easy smile. She looked
away, annoyed that despite the firm warnings she had given herself she still
felt the heat rise between her legs, her nipples hardened as he removed his
shirt and threw it into the clump of trees he had so recently stepped out of.

Paul’s smile widened when he
saw her look away from his naked torso, he saw the slight hesitation in her
step and also the way her nipples pushed at the material of her blouse, in that
split second he wanted to roll them between his lips but that would have to
wait for another day. He gestured to her the way through the trees, finally
reaching the spot that served as a smoking den and love nest for him and his
brother, the large trunk of the fallen tree had proved useful in its death more
than once.

“Paul, you have to listen to
me.” She rounded on him when she found her way blocked by the tree trunk “This
is wrong and dangerous, I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I’m flattered
that you are attracted to me, I really am but I am at least ten years your
senior and your teacher, this will have serious consequences for me and I’m
concerned that it will also harm you psychologically.”

Paul had listened to what she
had to say but her words hadn’t stopped him from divesting himself of the rest
of his clothing, he took a pull on his cigarette before reaching forward and
stubbing it out on the dead tree, blowing out the smoke before looking her in
the eye “I realise this is a bit dodgy for you but if no one finds out, there
isn’t a problem.” He shrugged, one hand idly stroking his erection.

“I am your teacher.” She
repeated “And you are only fifteen years old, you aren’t even legal.”

“It’s just a number, I feel
legal.” He
grinned,
he reached for her hand and wrapped
it around his hot, rock hard flesh.

She whipped her hand away,
glaring at him but inside she was shivering with desire “If you don’t stop
this, I will report you for harassment and have you expelled.”

“You don’t believe a single word
you just said, you tell yourself that you do and try to convince yourself that
you are doing the right thing but all the while there are tiny tell tale signs
that you know you are fooling yourself and I know it too. You don’t resist me,
you are dripping wet every time I touch you and you want nothing more right now
than for me to bend you over that tree and fuck you like your life depended on
it. So if you have the courage of your conviction, go ahead, walk away, report
me, get me expelled, it’s not like it’ll be the first time, you’ll be doing us
both a favour because that way, you won’t have the teacher card to play which,
in case you haven’t noticed, doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”

“Stop it.” Firmer this time,
she pushed against his chest as he moved closer; regretting her decision to
touch him, the feel of his firm skin beneath her fingers wasn’t helping her
cause.

“You don’t mean that.” He had
lowered his voice and continued to move closer, his hand cupping her face, his
tongue in her mouth before she could speak again. She was breathless when he
broke the kiss, swiftly turning her around, pulling her behind into his
erection as he ground his hips into her bottom, he stepped forward, pushing her
before him, over balancing her deliberately so that she reached out for the
tree trunk, once he had her bent at the waist it was easy, he lifted her skirt,
moved her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her with ease, leaning back
to watch as they cavorted in her slick hole, noticing the dampness extended to
her thighs, knowing he was the cause of it. Easing his fingers out of her, he
held her lips open, letting the air hit them and cool them slightly before
thrusting his hips forward, her wetness allowing him full penetration in a
single stroke, he grasped her hips as he withdrew and powered into her making
her moan again and again as his thighs collided with hers. Close to orgasm, he
altered his stance and still deep inside her, folded his body over hers, one
hand sliding into the front of her knickers, manipulating the stiff rose bud of
flesh he found there as he picked up the pace again “Come for me.” He breathed
in her ear, knowing the last thing she needed was encouragement. He clamped his
other hand over her mouth as she began to moan louder with every thrust and
tweak, her cunt squeezing the last of his orgasm from him as she came, holding
him fast inside her.

Turning her to face him, Paul
caught a glimpse of her inner turmoil in the expression on her face; he pulled
her closer, kissing her tenderly before smoothing her skirt down then moving
away to dress.

Carmen’s legs gave way and
she sat heavily on the tree trunk, her body telling her that what she had just
experienced was fantastic her mind screaming at her to get out of there, to get
out of London and flee back to everything she knew in Gloucester, she jumped
back into the present when he closed in on her again.

“Don’t look so sad.” He spoke
quietly, pressing kisses to her cheeks, neck and lips.

“You’ve ruined everything.”
She whispered closing her eyes against the desire his touch was causing to
course through her veins “Paul, please, I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“Yes, you can.” He disagreed.

“Please just listen to me.”
She forcefully pushed him away “If anyone finds out about this, I will lose my
job and I could possibly go to prison.”

“What? Why? It’s not like you
led me on.”

“You are fifteen and I am in
a position of influence, it doesn’t matter which one of us started this, in the
eyes of the law I am the responsible adult and you are a child, at the very
least they’ll say I’ve molested you, I could even be done for rape. Now do you
see why this can’t happen again?”

“I’ll make it very clear that
I did the pestering and made you give in,” He shoved his hands into his pockets
but he kept his distance.

“It doesn’t work like that,”
she shook her head “I will lose everything.”

“So what now?” he asked.

“You find a nice girl your
own age and forget this ever happened.” She told him.

“Girls my age are boring and I
won’t be able to forget the way you feel, I don’t want to.”

“You can’t keep cornering me
like you
do,
I won’t be influenced by you anymore.”
She told him sternly “I’m not some love struck teenager that’s going to spread
her legs every time you smile in my direction.”

“And yet you do.” He was
sideways on to her, glancing back at her over his shoulder while he kicked at
the undergrowth with his trainer. “You aren’t just a quick fuck for me, there’s
more to it than that, I can get sex anytime I want it,
it’s
different with you, more intense, better than anything I’ve ever had.”

“It only feels like that to
you because you know it’s wrong. I’m going now, if I have to move you out of my
class, I will so if you want me to remain as your teacher, I suggest you start
to tow the line.”

He realised that she had
finally found the courage to stand up to him and the consequences for her were
far more serious than they were for him, he couldn’t bear the thought of her
leaving the school or banishing him from her lessons, at least seeing her would
keep the fantasy alive even if he couldn’t touch her, he recognised it was time
to back down.