Jess felt warm and comfy as she awoke, moving back she felt a hard body what the hell, she opened her mouth to scream.

"It's ok baby girl it's just me" he pulled her closer to him

"Mark" she turned in his arms, not able to see him properly but she knew that voice so well, she had missed him over the years. She moved closer to him the darkness of the room hiding her features from his searching eyes.

"Yes sweetheart, I'm so sorry baby, so sorry" Jess clung to him sobbing her heart out, she was safe now Mark was here, he would protect her. He let her cry she needed to get it out, an hour later she fell into a deep sleep. Moving off the bed he headed back downstairs.

"How is she?"

"Woke up cried and fell back to sleep, leave her she will get up when she's ready, God I missed that little girl so much, I missed Paul and now he's dead. I should have been here"

"It's ok Mark he knew how much you loved them both, you needed to get on with your life too. He was proud of what you achieved, Not so much the marriages" she grimaced couldn't understand why such a gorgeous guy settled for the ones he did. Both had been younger than him by at least 15 years. She watched as he rubbed his hand down his face

"Yeah kinda fucked up on them, think I made a lot of mistakes leaving them behind. Should have stayed but after what had happened with Anne. Sorry darlin didn't mean to bring her up"

"Mark it's ok. I know how much Paul loved Anne, how much you both loved her. We met when Jess was 12 he was a wonderful man and I was lucky to have known him." Mark couldn't fault that he was a good man, looking at Angie he could see why Paul had fallen for her. She was in her 40's he knew this from what Paul had said, a damn good figure for her age, ok may be he shouldn't have been looking at that. He would say around 5ft 11, blonde hair and those eyes of hers he could drown in them. Shaking his head what the hell was he thinking, he had just dumped his wife less than a day ago, and she had just lost her husband, his best friend.

"I will make one of the spare rooms up for you, Jess will want you close to her" I wouldn't mind either she thought to herself, god Angie stop it, she rushed off to sort the room out telling Mark to help himself to coffee from the pot. Angie had a good chat with herself as she aired the room, stop acting like a teenager and get back downstairs. She had to force herself to eat and needed to sort Jess and now Mark some food. Walking slowly down the stairs she noticed him sat on the sofa his head in his hands.

"Why the hell didn't I come back sooner mate, why" she walked to him putting her arms around him to comfort him. Mark turned to her pulling her tight, next thing he knew his lips were on hers. His tongue probed her lips to get inside. Angie opened up and he took charge, pulling her across his lap his tongue tangling with hers. His hands cupping her breasts, he squeezed a little roughly, turning them so he was on top, his mouth nipping and biting on her neck. He felt her legs go around his waist allowing him closer to her body, to the place he wanted to slide into.

"Tell me to stop Angie please god tell me to stop" she couldn't it was comfort sex and she needed it, wanting this man deep inside her. With no thought to what she was doing she pulled his zipper down and reached inside, Mark was lost ripping her pants off and thrusting deep, God she was so wet and tight. He came within minutes emptying his seed inside her. Resting his forehead next to her listening to her breathing get back under control his guilt came in, never had he lost control so quick,

"Darlin I'm so sorry, shit that wasn't meant to…. I mean I was…" pushing his hands through his long hair as he sat up, not having any excuse for what he had done. Angie reached for him

"It's ok Mark honest I guess I needed that, just needed to feel something and you were here. I'm glad it was you thank you" she chose not to feel guilty about what they had done, it was lust and comfort. Mark pulled her back into his arms content in just holding her. Sorting themselves out they carried on as if nothing had happened, eating some food and cleaning up. Angie went to check on Jess, she was out for the night, quietly shutting the door behind her she went downstairs to lock up.

Jess woke up around 10 the next morning, had she dreamt that Mark was here, god she hoped not. She had followed his career over the last ten years, hating herself for not having the strength to call him. His voice had always soothed her, last night it did other things to her, but she wasn't going down that road. She had read about him marrying Sara, that had hurt her so much, and then that kid Michelle. What was it with him and younger women. That wasn't the Mark she knew and loved, yes loved, it was something she had kept hidden over the years from her dad. God the guy was old enough to be her father so there was no way he would look twice at her. The house was empty when she went downstairs, Angie had left a note to say that Mark and her had gone out to get some food and would be back within the hour. Jess couldn't handle seeing him, she looked a mess, her face was red and tear stained. Going back up she took a long hard look at herself, this wasn't the baby girl Mark use to hold and comfort.

She was now an almost 21 year old, ok a short 5ft almost 21 year old. Jess had looked after herself over the years and it showed her body was slim yet petite, her once long brown hair now had deep red steaks in, and covered her backside, which was firm and tight. Her breasts were her gift from god, she certainly didn't need no push up bra for those babies. Pulling her leather pants and yes her beloved deadman crop top, she had designed herself, she pulled a brush through her hair and applied a little makeup, to tone the redness down. Pushing her feet into her biker boots she grabbed her keys, rushing to the garage she got out her Harley and took off. Noticing Angie pulling into the drive she waved as she sped off, she needed out of there and fast. She saw Mark looking at her trying to place who she was, that made Jess smile as she headed to the local bar.

"Who the he…"

"That Mark was your baby girl" that was his Jess no way, fuck when the hell did she grow up?

"That was Jess?"

"Yes why did you think she was still ten years old? That girl has grown into a beautiful young woman and I'm surprised she hasn't a boyfriend, that girl loves four things in her life Paul and I, that damn Harley, the bar she works in, and you. She thinks I don't know about her feelings for you, but both Paul and I did"

"I love my baby girl too sweetheart, so how long has she had the Harley?"

"Mark are you even listening to me, I've just told you that wonderful woman loves you"

"What the hell you on about Angie, I'm old enough to be her dad for Christ sake and if you knew this why the hell did we …."

"Mark I told you that was comfort sex, yeah you're a good looking guy, but baby you could never replace Paul. Believe me that man could do things to me, that your wildest imagination could never dream up or Vince with his story lines."

"She needs you more than ever Mark"

Jess pulled into the car park of the bar it was good to hear the music, let her hair down for awhile as she worked. The last few days she hadn't felt like it and not one person would expect any different. Walking in Andy her boss ran over pulling her into a tight hug

"Baby girl what the hell are you doing at work, did we not tell you to stay at home"

"Andy I needed to get out of there M…"

"Mark's back? Oh baby girl come on talk to us he grabbed her usual JD and coke and sat down with her"

"Why did he come back now Andy, he's been out of our life for 10 years. He seems to think he can fix it all make me better, I'm not that ten year old now. God I wish dad was here" putting her head down she cried on Andy's shoulder.

Mark chose to ignore what Angie said, his baby girl was just that his baby girl. He admitted she didn't look like the baby girl on that Harley, in fact…. No so not going there. He offered to help Angie with any more funeral arrangements that needed doing, it was for the day after but all had been sorted. He decided to go for a sleep his body was still getting use to the time difference and he needed to check his phone for any messages. Leaving Angie talking to the funeral directors he walked into the bedroom, switching his phone on and seeing 20 bloody missed calls from the bitch Michelle and god knows how many texts, what was she trying to do blow his phone up. Ignoring it all he placed a call to his lawyer to get the ball rolling on the divorce, and to have the locks changed within the house, after making sure both her and her brat had gone. As he cut the connection the phone rang, it was Glenn

"Well Mark what the hell you done now? That bitch is calling you every name under the sun and claiming you beat her up last night"

"Well hello to you to, What the fuck she saying?"

"You beat her up last night"

"cant have been me mate I'm over in Manchester. Paul died "

"Oh shit Mark I'm sorry how's Jess holding up. How's Angie?"

"I've not really seen Jess yet but Angie's holding up pretty well considering" Yeah considering I fucked her within two hours of meeting her, nah he didn't think Glenn would appreciated hearing that.

" I'm staying for awhile cleared it all with Vince. Can you make sure that Michelle is out of the house for me. Yeah sure, will tell you more soon, yeah you can,… from me too…. Tell her what the hell you want… ok bye mate"

With that he closed the phone and caught up on some much needed sleep.