by JM LOWE
Six hours, that’s what Jen had said, and six hours later, Jacks was once again sat in the small waiting room at the clinic. Jen had been as good as her word and had stayed, she had spent most of her time with Barron, but had made sure Hannah had been well taken care of.
Jenson had insisted on driving Jacks to collect Hannah, pointing out that Jacks had poured the full pot of fresh coffee all over the kitchen counter, his mind clearly still elsewhere. Jacks had agreed, and now the two men sat like a couple of expectant fathers waiting for news.
The doors opened and Hannah sat in a wheelchair being pushed by Jen came into view, relief that she was ok washed over him, but as he looked at her swollen and bruised face, he felt an anger surge through his veins.
“Doc” Jenson acknowledged Jen and she smiled in return.
“Hey baby” Jacks crouched, touched her face.
“Hi” her voice strained, Jen had explained there was internal bruising around Hannah’s throat and it was best she didn’t try and talk too much for the next couple of day.
“Ready to go home?” it killed him to see her like this, but she was ok and that’s what mattered.
Hannah nodded.
“Thanks Doc, and Barron?” Jenson extended his hand
“Jen please” the woman shook Jenson’s hand as she spoke. “I understand your kind of in charge of this motley crew.”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Jacks had called her as soon as he had woken, she had again given him strict instructions to keep away from the clinic and that’s when he had explained what the hell was going on, to say she wasn’t surprised, or pleased didn’t do the situation justice, but she would also do whatever she could to help Jacks if he needed her.
“Well Jacks here needs to follow my instructions, otherwise you have my permission to kick his ass. Barron is going to be fine, he’s going to need a few days here, but he should be ok.” Jen nodded towards Jacks who had not taken his eyes from Hannah since she had come through the double doors.
“I’m on it Doc, sorry Jen. And thank you” Jenson again offered his hand before Jacks gave the woman still dressed in her scrubs a kiss on her cheek.
“Take care Hannah, I will come by the house tomorrow to check on you ok” Hannah smiled up at the woman who had cared for her.
“Thank you, Jen. See you tomorrow” She still hurt, and all she wanted to do was sleep, sleep until all the pain left her, it was going to take a long time for her to feel anything close to normal again, if she ever would at all.
“Jacks, can I have a word before you leave?” Jacks nodded before he kissed Hannah then followed Jen into a side room “You did remember that I am a vet and not a Doctor didn’t you? Because it seems to have slipped your mind.”
“What else could I do? I couldn’t exactly walk into the ER with Barron in the state he is, and as for Hannah, what does that look like?” Jacks knew she would be pissed with him, but he knew hadn’t had much other choice.
“Am I to expect any more visits like this? Or is this a one off?” He laughed now.
“Shouldn’t think so, but I can’t promise” he kissed her on the cheek before turning and heading back to Hannah and Jenson who was stood, arms folded across his chest, his face with its usual stern, natural pissed off expression.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jenson started through the automatic gates back at the house, he got out then Jacks got into the driver’s seat before heading back down the drive then pulled off down a hidden road to the left. If you weren’t looking for it, the turning could easily be missed as you drove past.
He continued down the road for around half a mile before a small stone cottage came into view. He hadn’t been down here for a while, hadn’t been home for a while, this was the guest house, but it was only ever used by him. All the renovations done by his own hands, hadn't made a bad job even if he did say so himself.
She needed some quiet and as much as a house full of testosterone and war stories was fun, she needed to be away from all that, even if it was just for one night.
Jacks unlocked the door to the cottage before walking round the car and lifting her into his arms. She stirred, but didn’t wake.
He laid her down on the brown leather couch before closing the front door.
The cottage was small, one living area with a brick fire place and a black cast iron log burner fire, open stirs led up to one bedroom and a larger than average bathroom.
This housed the roll top bath and double walk in shower.
The bedroom was cosy with a brass framed double bed and oak furniture, a 'chocolate box' was how his mum had described it when she had seen it. It was as far from the bunks or floors he had slept on when he had been in the Army as you could get, the big house was beautiful, but to Jacks this was what home felt like and all he could think was that Hannah was asleep on his couch in his home and that was just fine with him.
He walked into the kitchen and called the main house. Jacks told Emma where he was, she told him to take care of Hannah and call her if he needed anything else.
He moved a small strand of hair from her face, she reminded him of the first night he had seen her asleep on the sofa in her apartment, she had looked like an angel then, she looked like a fucking goddess now despite her bruises. Jacks fetched a large blanket from his room and placed it over her. All he could think again was, why had he waited so long?
He watched as she slept deep, exhaustion taking her. She had been through so much, too much, she was stronger than she would ever know, in more than the physical sense but no one could go through what she had and not come out without some scars, even if they were on the inside, but now she was right where he wanted, no needed her to be.
Hannah was out for the next few hours and Jacks barely left her side, toilet breaks, sandwich, coffee and answering the phone calls that came, keeping them short so that he didn't disturb her as she slept.
That was all he needed to keep him going as he watched and waited for her body to recuperate from the trauma it had endured. Nothing short of a Nuclear war was going to move him from her side.
As she stirred, he noticed that the swelling had started to subside and the bruising didn't look at fierce as it had yesterday, a small mercy.
"Hey sweetheart" He was drawn to the swell of her breasts, her nipples protruding through the material of her clothing. 'Don't be a dick man' he thought to himself as the swell in his pants started to push against his zipper.
"Hmmmm ..." she slowly opened her eyes and saw his face, he was crouched level with her, god she was beautiful, even when she was swollen and bruised she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
"Hey, thought you might want a bath." he leaned in and gave her the lightest of kisses, anymore and he feared he would hurt her.
Hannah sat up, trying to look around, to take in her surroundings, this wasn't the house.
"Jacks, where are we?" she looked at the beautiful furnishings, saw pictures on a side cabinet of Jacks and Chris when they were younger.
"This is my house, well, the guest house to be exact. This is where I stay." he watched her as she stood and walked around the room.
"Oh" taking slow steps towards the pictures, her body ached, wrists and ankles still sore from where she had been restrained.
He walked up and snaked his arms around her waist, Hannah leaned into him as he lightly kissed her neck, she smelt of faded smoke from where she had been back to the bar, and it reminded him that he wanted to help her wash away the pain of the last few days, the last few years if he could, it killed him inside to see her so hurt.
Jacks lifted her into his arms before walking them towards the stairs. Hannah nuzzled into his neck but still allowing her eyes to take in everything that they fell upon.
The upstairs was as beautiful as the rest of the small house, this was somewhere you could feel safe she thought, somewhere you could call home. Home...
Jacks guided her into the bathroom where he proceeded to undres
s her, removing each piece of clothing and throwing it into a laundry hamper until she was naked. This wasn’t about sex, this was a need to care for her, to protect her, to love her.
As Hannah lowered down into the hot water, Jacks let her adjust to the temperature before he shampooed her hair, taking the mixer shower head and rinsing it, she had never been taken care of like this before.
He soaped up a sponge and gently began washing her body as she lay back, her eyes closed, this was heaven, she could feel herself melting as Jacks worked his way from her feet to her outer thighs, then her neck and shoulders, down her arms to her hands before scrubbing the dirt from her fingers.
A quiet moan escaped her lips and Jacks felt his heart stop. "Han, I don’t think I should..."
Hannah opened her eyes, he was looking at her breasts, the next part of her body that needed washing, she smiled as she watched him swallow hard before taking his wrist and guiding it to her, her nipples had started to peak at the anticipation of his touch and her clit had started the now familiar tingle that appeared spontaneously every time he came near her.
"I need this Jacks" She reached up and touched his face as she spoke before pulling him down for a gentle kiss.
Jacks slowly washed her, first one breast then the other, he left no part untouched, his thumb rubbing over her puckered hard nipple causing both of them to take a sharp breath in.
Hannah took the sponge from him and moved it between her legs, Jacks almost came right there, as he watched her. He needed out of these clothes, they suddenly felt tight and restricting almost suffocating.
Hannah stood and Jacks helped her step out of the bath before he wrapped her in a large soft robe. "Your turn ..." She guided him into the water where she mirrored what he had done to her, washing every inch of him. Jacks was magnificent to look at, muscles on top of muscles, he might have left the army, but he clearly still worked himself hard to keep in shape.
She watched him as he closed his eyes letting her fulfil the need to take care of him, even when she was hurting she cared about others. Christ, could he love her anymore? Hannah washed every inch of Jacks as thoroughly as he had her before giving him the soapy sponge to clean his bulging erection, this wasn't about arousal or sex, this was taking care of the one person you would give your life for, no hesitation, no questions asked.
Jacks stood and Hannah helped him into another robe that matched her own, he towered over her and she loved how he made her feel safe, even after everything that had happened, she trusted him completely, Hannah finally admitting to herself what she had already knew, she was one hundred percent, totally completely, undeniably head over heels in love with Jackson Hunter.
"Oh..." Thunder bolt!
"Oh...sweetheart?" Jacks leaned into her and took her mouth, he didn’t need to wait for her to answer his question, he already knew... she had just connected the dots and joined him on the same page.
This kiss was different from the many they had shared over the past few days, this was deep, wanting. Jacks needed her in every way a man could need a woman, had to be inside her if it was the last thing he did.
Pushing open her robe to reveal her ample breasts and hard nipples, Jacks bent his head the few inches further and took her in his mouth, his tongue running over her hard pebble as he palmed her other breast with his hand.
Hannah groaned loudly as a spear of pleasure shot straight between her legs "You with me sweetheart?" Jacks stood straight before he scooped her into his arms where she slid her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss full of passion and fire, his cock so hard he was sure he was going to explode as soon as she got her hands on him.
He carried Hannah into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and let his robe drop to the floor.
"Jacks ..." Hannah continued the assault of hard kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, sucking his tongue into her own mouth.
"Yes baby ... "
"Make love to me ..." Jacks stopped the kiss, pulled back and looked at the beautiful woman who was laid naked in his bed, a slow satisfying grin spread across his face, she had just confirmed what he already knew, she was in love with him, he was in love with her, well shit if that didn’t just make him want to drop to his knees, and he would tell her as much, but if he didn’t get his cock inside her soon he was gonna die.
"Always ..." he drank her in as he kneeled between her legs, took his cock in his hand and guided himself to her sweet heaven, she was wet, so fucking wet and hot, man it was like she was on fire, she was as insatiable for him as he was for her.
One slick move and he was buried balls deep inside the only woman he would every want or need for the rest of his life, no surprise there, he had known it since she wiggled her ass stood on the bar and given him the show of his dreams.
He leaned down and suckled on her nipple, one then the other as he started to move his hips, his thrusts slow and long, not the frenzied fucking that had taken them over the previous times, no, this time it was about love, about connection.
He needed to watch her face as he slid in and then withdrawing until just his head was inside her before he pumped forward and slid back into her wet.
As much as he was trying to hold back, the urge to pump harder and faster was starting to overwhelm him, he could feel her coating his cock in her juices as he increased his pressure, he rubbed his thumb over her sweet spot sending her pussy into a round of spasms like nothing she had ever felt, she clenched tighter around his cock, his hips slamming into her with a force like nothing he had summoned before.
She was crying his name as he brought her to her climax, waves of pleasure crashing over every inch of her body. No one else was ever going to do that for her but him, Fact!
Jacks needed this to last, wanted this all night if he could manage it, but he felt his own climax start to build and as the familiar tingle took hold, he pulled out of her sweet pussy and pumped his cock with his fist, his ejaculation covering her stomach in spurts as his head fell back and her name cried out from his lips ...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Hannah watched him as his release washed over him, she had fallen hook line and sinker for a man who lived in a different world, a man who would be leaving in a few days, going back to his old life.
She had gone and fallen in love.
The pain that gripped her chest when she realised he was going to break her heart was almost too much to bare and as the tears started to form she silently cursed herself for being so stupid.
How could she have let this happen, this was going to hurt and hurt bad, but she knew that she would have to let him go. Just another thing she would lose.
Is that what life had instore for her? To take away everything and everyone that mattered to her, it seemed that way.
As she looked at the beautiful man before her, Hannah knew she had to stop this before it went any further, hell it had already gone too far as it was, she needed to walk away from them, from him and the sooner the better.
Jacks looked at Hannah and knew instantly that something had changed, and it scared him. Shit, he had just made love to a woman, his woman for the first time in his life and in that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted more than anyone or anything and Hannah was it, but something had changed, he just didn’t know what or why.
"Hannah, you good?" He asked, not sure how he should gage her reply.
She nodded her head, too afraid to speak, to look at him, she knew the tears she had been holding back would spill as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Bullshit. What’s wrong?" Jacks stepped back and grabbed a towel and started to wipe his seed from her stomach, god she was beautiful, he had never been so sure of anyone or anything in his life, but had he misread the signs, had he jumped ahead of himself when he assumed she had fallen for him too?
He had seen the look in her eyes, he couldn’t have been so off the mark, she did love him, ok so the words hadn't been said, but when they slept together words where few, they didn’t need mushy declarations
to show how they felt, well he didn't at least, their bodies did that just fine, there were no blurred lines here, but now something was definitely different.
"No, I'm ok Jacks, really. I... I mean, it's been a long few days and I'm just tired. I need some more sleep that's all. "
"Like I said ... Bullshit sweetheart. One minute we are on the same page, crystal clear, screaming each other’s name's and now your miles away. So, come on, spill." His tone was firmer than she had heard it before and she knew he sensed something was wrong. He stood, naked and beautiful, pissed and confused.
Hannah looked away from him, how could she have been so fucking stupid, why had she let this happen.
"It’s not Bullshit, and I'm not miles away, fuck sake Jacks back off. I have been lied to, told I have some psyco killer after me, been forced to leave my home, now my home has been destroyed, I've been fucking kidnapped, tied to a fucking chair, threatened to be fucking gang raped and beaten... I'm sorry if I'm not in the fucking mood for hearts and flowers and playing make fucking believe in your little fucking house..." Hannah hadn't realised she was shouting until she stopped.
The tears where falling freely down her face, shit, now she looked like she was some weak little girl. Fuck you Jackson Hunter.
"I said I was sorry I lied to you, what more can I do, do you have any idea what was running through my fucking head when we couldn't find you and all because you are too fucking stubborn to do as you were asked, I'm sorry that life is dealing you a shitty hand but that has been taken care of, you're safe now. And what’s this make-believe crap? What about this isn’t real for you Hannah?" Jacks walked away and pulled sweat pants and a t-shirt out of his draw, he pulled the pants on before throwing the T towards Hannah.