by JM LOWE
"Oh and did I tell you she curses like it's a dying art" Harry told him loud enough so that Hannah could hear "If you need anything, just ask the girls or come through the back to the office, door is always open, give me an hour and I will be all yours." Harry walked through the staff only doorway and out of sight leaving Jacks alone with her. Had he seen her blush? He was sure she had, shit, here she was, right in front of him, and more beautiful than any picture old or new could capture.
"Alright, now that my knight in shining armour has gone, what's the deal?" she looked at him and waited, but he just smiled and raised his arms in a mock surrender, shit why did he feel so bad that he had lied, he had only met her 5 minutes ago.
"Honestly, nothing dodgy I swear." He was looking directly at her face now, willing himself not to sneak another glimpse of her breasts, he knew what would be on his mind tonight, and all that was separating them would be a brick wall that he could probably demolish with his bare hands if he had to... Fuck, this was Harry's sister for god’s sake, and she was a job. He needed to get his head in the game, since when had he been distracted by a pair of pert tits and a gorgeous face? never that's when ... He felt the first sign of a hard-on pressing against his jeans, fucking great, a public boner, what was he, 16 again? "My things are in my car, I'm gonna grab them and take them upstairs if that's ok with you?" he looked at her as he peeled himself from the seat, and cracked his shoulders, arms stretching above his head.
This was defiantly going to be a long week.
Hannah again found herself staring "Yeah, erm, just give me a sec ok, we need to open up, so as soon as Emma is here I can show you where you will be sleeping." As though she had been waiting for the mention of her name, Emma rounded the corner, thank god, Hannah needed a distraction. Why she had reacted to him like this she had no idea, but what she did know, it was totally unexpected and she had no idea what she was meant to do about it.
Jacks watched as Hannah walked over to the table where the bouncers sat, she greeted each one with a polite hug, except for the one he knew as Micky, he gave her an affectionate kiss on her cheek and his hug seemed to have more feeling.
The swish of her hips and backside as she walked across the room had not been wasted on him, and he wondered if she knew she has a walk that would make grown men weak at the knees, or was it just this man?
What was wrong with him? One conversation and already he wanted to sucker punch any dick that even looked at her.
He needed to clear his head or he wouldn’t be much use to anyone. She was cute, think it, appreciate it, then let it go, he was here for one reason only, to keep her alive.
Hannah laughed to herself, as she lead him outside, a few bottles of Bud and a pizza Sunday night should help as the girls dissected the Jacks/Harry situation. She knew her reaction to him wouldn’t have been missed by her friend and the twenty-question grilling was sure to make for an interesting conversation.
She wasn't at all shocked when he walked to his Hire car, Black Range Rover almost identical to Harrys, of course it would be, should she have expected anything less?
"Army boys think alike, what did you do ring each other so you could get matching cars? Most people I know would hire a Focus or something, but not you Army guys...Nooo' she mumbled under her breath as she waited for him to grab his things from the back seat of the car, unaware that he had heard her.
He closed the car door, locked it with the remote fob before picking up a large black holdall and a ruck sack and following her back inside. She needed to get back to the bar, get away from him, her heart had been racing nonstop since she shook his hand like she was some goggle-eyed teenager meeting her pop star crush.
Jacks was impressed with the hidden door and knew straight away that it was Harry's doing. He would have had the whole place hotwired and lead lined if she was his sister.
As he walked up the stairs behind Hannah, her arse at eye level, the twitch in his jeans was back and racing towards full blown hard-on, all from looking at her behind in a pair of what did they call them? Daisy ... yeah that was it, Daisy fucking Dukes.
He had no idea how he was going to hide the obvious swelling in his jeans when they reached the top of the stairs, but thank god, she kept her back to him as she walked through the apartment, giving the shortest tour possible, throwing arm's left and right as she pointed out what was where, which room was which, she was flustered, and being close to her had made the small apartment become very tiny and very cramped. Finally, she stopped beside two doors, one on her left she pointed, was her room and out of bounds, the one directly opposite was his.
Clearly, she was pissed that he was here.
As she turned, she slammed straight into his chest, shit, it was like hitting a brick wall. She hadn’t realised he was as close to her as he was.
Jacks dropped his bags and grabbed her to stop her fall, although it had been part instinct, it had also come from an unbearable need to touch her again, even if it was just to stop her from kissing the carpet.
"Shit, sorry ... " she righted herself before stepping back, not making eye contact. Jacks kept hold of her arms, not wanting to let go to soon in case she hadn't quite got her balance, not wanting to let go because, he didn’t want to.
"You ok?" He asked, Jacks had noticed the blush in her cheeks that he had seen downstairs and wondered if he was having the same effect on her as she was on him, that made him smile to himself, he wondered if she was throbbing between her legs at the thought of him, as his dick was at the thought of her? The blush carried on down her neck and into the V of the open neck t-shirt where the tip of her cleavage was just visible, yeah, she was wet for him, he was sure of it, and sleeping in a room across from her was going to be a fucking nightmare, more than one pile of used tissues would have to be disposed of by morning he was sure of it and not palming himself in the shower over her knowing she was in the next room was gonna be a killer, but it didn’t seem right to be relieving his frustration in a shower she was also gonna be using, fuck, that thought didn’t help either.
"I’m good thanks ... " she cleared her throat, willing herself to keep her body under control, the last thing she needed was for him to know how she felt.
What the hell had come over her?
Hannah straightened herself up, Jacks finally let go of her arms and she immediately missed the strength and warmth of his touch, wished his hands where still on her, his hands had been hot against her skin and not in a rip his clothes off and fuck me every day of the week and twice on Sundays kind of hot, he was a protector, another Harry, and that was probably the way she should think of him, as another Harry, another big brother, yeah think of him like that ... yeah right!
Hannah opened the door to the spare room, Jacks room. A duplicate of her own in its layout, double wide window directly opposite the bedroom door, double bed on the right in the middle of the wall, chest of draws against the wall and matching bed side cabinets, hers in white, these in a more masculine black brown.
Each room had its own built in closet, though Hannah didn't think Jacks would have any need for that, he probably only brought a handful of clothes, remembering he was only staying a few days.
Still, she could keep away from him for seven days, he was after all here to catch up with Harry, not hang around with his sister.
CHAPTER FOUR
The night was as busy as expected and then some, Jacks had been stood at the far end of the bar with Harry for the better part on an hour, they seemed to be laughing, telling jokes and providing eye candy for more than a few of the ladies.
Ladies... yeah right, there were a couple who seemed to have made it their night’s mission to get an escort home from either the lovely Harry Taylor or his friend who was new in town, or as some of the ladies saw him ... fresh meat.
Why did that thought piss her off?
The women seemed to hang on every word the two men were saying, laughs as fake as their tits filling in the gaps between stories and jokes that they we
re more than happy to share with the ladies. Hannah wanted to punch some fucker.
"Someone’s in trouble ..." Emma whispered as they worked the bar.
"Meaning?" she asked.
"Meaning, if looks could kill Miss fake ass tits over there” Emma nodded towards the blonde “would be dead and buried six feet under by now, you have been staring at that boy every chance you get"
Jacks and Harry had been joined by another two hopefuls' all vying for centre stage in the boy’s attentions.
"I have not " replied Hannah
"Oh, yes you have, that boy is fine ... how long did you say he was in town for?" Emma raised her eye brows twice in quick succession and winked
"A week" Hannah caught herself looking in his direction again. She had been sneaking glances all night, almost sure he had seen her once or twice.
"Well if you're not interested, maybe fake tits is in with a shot, shall I go and tell her that Mr Hunter over there is a free agent?" Emma started towards the end of the bar where Harry Jacks where standing.
"Not unless you want me to go tell her friend that Mr Taylor is available." Hannah smiled at a customer as she flipped the tops of two beers, again her eyes glancing over to where Jacks was sat.
She grabbed her friends arm to stop her, but slipped, knocking the freshly filled pitcher from Emma’s hand as she tried to grab onto something, anything to stop herself from falling.
The clatter instantly caught Jacks attention, his hand reaching around the back of his jeans as he scanned the room, his eyes drawn to where Hannah was being helped to her feet by Emma.
Beer covered both girl's, much to the amusement of the crowd. Hannah and Emma had managed to stay on their feet, just, and where falling about in fits of hysterics, Emma holding the now empty pitcher above her head giving a loud "wooohooo" as the crowd cheered.
The first notes to YMCA by the Village People filled the room, they both jumped on the bar, what the fuck? Cheers erupted around the room, feet stomping as the girls threw themselves into giving the crowd the show they wanted, Christ, he didn’t know how much of this he could take.
Hannah was dancing the full length of the bar, hair was pulled from its loose bun and hung down her back as she threw her head back as her arms went in the air to form the Y followed by the M ...
Jacks couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was putting on a show for the crowd, something she had probably done hundreds of times, so why did it feel like she was doing it just for him?
Her hips swaying in time to the music, her breasts more on show than they should be thanks to the pitcher off beer, and he was having a hard time pulling his eyes away, ok so it wasn’t quite wet t-shirt standard, but it was enough that he noticed, meaning that everyone else with a dick and probably a few without would also have noticed and he didn’t like the thought of anyone else ogling her. Wow, what was the matter with him?
He had been aware of her all night and not just because he needed to be, but because he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances in her direction every chance he got.
She had given him the odd smile here and there, but had been occupied serving drinks and fighting off the advances of more than one hopeful, clearly something she was used too.
More than once he had almost jumped the bar when a punk trying his luck had grabbed for her arm, but Harry had placed a reassuring hand on his arm and a quick nod to show him that Hannah knew how to handle the guys at the bar, Harry probably thought it was Jacks on the job which in part it was, but it was also more than that, the thought of anyone else touching her was making his blood boil and he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in having a polite conversation with the blonde who had taken up residence on the stool next to him. She had been trying her hardest to engage him in the type of talk that would lead to a goodnight kiss at the least, knocking boots if the blonde got her way.
Neither was ever going to happen, but he did find it amusing to catch Hannah glancing over more and more once the blonde had appeared. Well well !
"Jacks my man, welcome to Harry's Bar ..." he laughed as he and Harry stood watching the show, not taking his eyes off Hannah, she and Emma clapped as the song came to an end.
"Is this a regular thing, two beautiful women giving a show for the crowd? If I had known I would have come visit sooner " he was sure she kept looking his way on purpose, he was having an effect on her, he knew he was, well shit, how about that.
"It’s what they do, the customers love it and if they are honest so do they. Like I told you, everything has to be as normal as possible." Harry told him as Jacks continued to watch the show.
Hannah found herself at his end of the bar as the song ended and when he offered his hand to help her down, she smiled, leaned into it, but instead he unexpectedly put a hand on each hip sending a jolt of electric straight between her thighs as he lifted her down off the bar like she weighed nothing at all, she hoped he hadn't noticed her blush again.
He put her on the floor, his hold lingered a little longer than was probably necessary and she looked directly at him. "Thanks..." He dropped his hands putting them in his pockets, but stayed close as he leaned in.
"That was some show, but I think you scared off my new friend" He gestured to the blonde who was walking away, giving Hannah a look as she turned her head back in their direction.
"Good!" shit, had she just said that out loud? The word was out of her mouth before her brain could engage, maybe he didn’t hear her, how awkward was it going to be if she was lusting after her big brothers’ friend and he would have to politely tell her thanks but no thanks, god, she was being such an immature geek right now.
Who was this man? And why was he making her act like some crazy person just by being a few feet away?
"Good?"
She hadn't liked that he was talking to the blonde, interesting.
Finally, the last of the happy drinkers left, Harry had walked Emma to her car, something he insisted on doing at the end of every shift, he said it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but Hannah was in no doubt her brother’s thoughts about her best friend were far from gentlemanly.
Harry made sure the bar was locked and secure before heading back to his office where Jacks was sat waiting for him peeling the label from a bottle of bud ...
"That’s the first drink I have seen in your hand all night apart from coffee" Harry ran his hand down his face as he sat in the chair behind his desk. He had already closed the door to make sure Hannah didn’t hear "Jacks, I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to her, she is all I have left." Harry took a long pull on his own beer before setting it down on his desk.
"I don’t drink when I’m on a job... " Jacks paused before he continued "And nothing is going to happen to her Harry, I won't let it, hell we won’t let it and by we I don’t just mean you and me, there is a whole bunch of mongrels just waiting for a call if we need them, we got this covered." Jacks took a drink from his own bottle before leaning back in his chair. "What, if anything does she know?" he asked.
"Fucking nothing and it has to stay that way. Those low life pricks had connections, who the fuck knew, someone’s uncle knows someone’s fucking monkey or whatever the fuck, I don’t know, I'm hoping it’s a half assed threat that I’m blowing out of proportion, fucking drug dealing scum. Either way some fuckers is gonna get hurt and it not gonna be me and it’s certainly not gonna be Hannah." Harry leaned forward, his forearms leaning on his desk. "I have to go check out some more intel, gonna be leaving first thing, I need you to keep an eye on her, she can't know Jacks, I mean it; she’s been through enough. Besides, she would run, it’s what she always does when she’s scared, that’s why she can’t know. You good with that?"
"That's what I'm here for, I won’t let anyone hurt a hair on her head I promise. While I have breath in my lungs, she's safe." Jackson had never been more serious and Harry knew it, he nodded in unspoken gratitude.
"So, what’s with you and Emma?" Jacks smiled as he looked at his friend
"Never seen you tongue tied around a girl before, but you couldn’t get two words right whenever that she walked past, spill"
"Nothing to spill, don't know what you’re talking about"
Harry started to peel the label from his own bottle of bud now ...Bingo!
"Oh, it’s like that is it?" Jacks laughed, "So you have either already been there, you want more but she’s blown you off, or you’re a fucking coward who hasn’t even got the balls to asked her out."
Harry shook his head as he laughed "That obvious uh?" He blew a long breath out, as he sat forward in his chair.
"She fucks my head up man, and she has absolutely no idea she's doing it, I can’t think straight around her, plus she’s Hans best friend, don’t they have some stupid chick code or something?"
"Chick code, how old are you? You my friend need to ask that girl out before someone else comes along, she isn’t going to wait around forever, good looking girl like that probably fighting them off with a stick." Jacks took a long drink of his beer as he waited while his words penetrated.
"I don't know man, like I said, Hans friend, wouldn't that be all weird and shit?"
"Man, you are fucking blind, she is as much into you as you are into her, I saw the way she looked at you too, there were some good looking guys in that bar and more than one was eyeing your girl up" Harry looked up "and she didn’t even notice, I'm not a relationship expert, but nobody needs to come and check if the nuts need refilling as many times as she did, just because you happen to be near, hell, she could have been checking your nuts and you would have just stood there, what's up with that?" He laughed as Harry rolled up his label and threw it at him.
"So what the fuck do I do? Shit I can't think straight at the minute. I can't man, I just..." back to peeling his label.