Mark drove most of the night till they reached Mount Airy, North Carolina. They had stopped earlier and picked up some burgers and ate while they drove. Mark pulled into a little hotel. He looked over at Jessie. She wasn't asleep but seemed to be in her own little world. "I'll get us a room." Mark said. Jessie watched as he went into the office. He was being so nice to her, but she really needed to get away from him. She didn't want to put him in danger. Maybe Davie would give up now. She hoped he would. Jessie heard a distant rumble. Sounded like a storm was brewing. Great she hated storms. Mark came out and opened her door. "Come on." Mark said. Jessie jumped out and followed him. "They only had singles left. I'll sleep on the floor." Mark said as he opened the door. Jessie stopped and turned to look at him. "No way. We can share the bed. I promise I won't attack you." She said grinning. Mark couldn't help grinning. "Okay if ya promise." Mark said. "Go on and take ya a shower." Mark said. Jessie nodded. She grabbed some under wear and Mark gave her a shirt to sleep in. She sat on the bed and pulled her tennis shoes off. She stood up and pulled off her jeans and her shirt. Mark just sat on the bed staring. God did she have a nice ass he thought and her breasts were nice to firm and not to large just the way he liked them. Mark realized what he was doing. Okay ya dirty old man she's just a kid and she's been through hell the last thing she needs is your sorry ass leering at her. "Jessie?" Mark said. "Yea." She said. "From now on undress in the damn bathroom." Mark snapped. "Okay, Okay…sorry." Jessie said. "You really need to loosen up Mark." Jessie said. She went in the bathroom and shut the door. Damn what was his problem she thought?
Mark lay on the bed with a raging hard on. He felt like a dirty old man. He hadn't had sex in over a year. He wasn't into one night stands and since the divorce he just hadn't wanted to get back in the dating game. Jessie stripping her clothes off in front of him every time ya turned around wasn't helping either. He willed her to get out of the shower so he could take care of his problem.
Jessie came out of the bathroom. Mark looked at the riot of curls over her head. He loved her hair. "It's all yours." she said. Mark got up stiffly and went in the bathroom. Jessie lay back on the bed and switched on the TV.
Mark let the warm water relax him. He took the soap and lathered his self up slowly. God this felt wonderful. He rinsed off and then grabbed his huge erection and started stroking him self. His mind was filled with images of Jessie. His stroking became faster and faster till he shot his seed. Mark was breathing heavy. Well at least he felt better even if he felt like a total pervert. He rinsed off again and climbed out of the shower.
Mark came out in boxers and a t-shirt. "Feel better." Jessie asked. "Sure do." Mark said setting on the other side of the bed. She got on her knees and got up over him and took a look at the cut on his forehead. "What are ya doing?" Mark asked. "Calm down ya big baby. I'm just making sure the cut aint to bad." Jessie said. "It's fine, just leave it alone." Mark snapped. Having her leaning over him and touching him was not a good idea right now. Jessie lowered her self to set back on her heels in front of Mark. "Are ya mad at me?" Jessie asked with a serious look on her face. Mark sighed. "No. I'm sorry I snapped. I'm just tired." He said reaching out to tug on a stray curl. "Okay." Jessie said and turned off the TV. Mark switched off the light and turned to face away from her trying to put as much distance as possible between them. Jessie flipped over and stared at his back. He seemed kind of tense tonight she thought. She yawned and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Mark was awaked by a loud clap of thunder. He opened his eyes and looked the clock. He had only been asleep an hour. The storm was loud and lightning was flashing like crazy. Mark turned over to see if the storm had woke Jessie. Jessie was sitting up with her legs drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Every time the thunder boomed or lightning flashed she jumped. Mark instantly knew something was wrong with her. Her eyes were wide open but she had a dazed look. Mark sat up. "Jessie." He said. She just sat there giving no indication she had heard him. "Jessie!" He said louder this time. Mark noticed she was trembling. Something was seriously wrong with her Mark thought. His first instinct was to take her in his arms but he didn't want to scare her. Mark moved right beside her so close he could feel the trembling. He gently turned her face to his. Jessie seemed to stare right through him. "Jessie honey. Are you all right?" Mark asked. Mark watched as her eyes slowly focused on him. "The storm." Was all she managed to say. Mark didn't know what was wrong or why. "Jessie I'm going to lay down and I'm going to pull ya over here next to me. I aint going to hurt ya okay?" Mark said. Jessie nodded. Mark lay down and lowered Jessie. Then he pulled her back against his chest spooning her and wrapping his arms loosely around her. Jessie became aware of his warmth and his arms holding her close to him. She could feel his breath in her hair. Strangely enough she didn't feel scared she felt safe something she had never felt in her life. Mark held her as her trembling stopped and she stopped jumping at the thunder and lightning. "What to tell me about it?" Mark whispered against her hair. "Its just the night Davie first raped me it was storming like this. Every time I see or hear a storm it sort of makes me flashback to it. It's like I'm watching it and can't make it stop." Jessie said. Mark tightened his hold on her and she moved closer to him. "I aint hurting you am I or scaring ya?" Mark asked. "No." Jessie said. They lay there in silence, Mark lightly stroking her arm. "You all right now?" Mark asked. "Yea. I'm okay." Jessie said. Mark continued to hold her as her breathing evened out. She had fallen back asleep. He should move away from her Mark thought. But he didn't he feel asleep holding her.