***Sexual content!!***

Chapter fourteen

Amy felt her face go hot as she stared at him, realising what had just happened and not feeling able to face him after what he had done. She buried her face in his neck and clutched him to her, her arms fixed firmly around his neck, and she felt him shake against her as he laughed. "Come on, honey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." he said, rolling on his back so she was laying on top of him, his arms folding around her back to hug her to him.

"You watched..." she mumbled, her voice muffled against his throat.

"Yeah, I sure did and you were beautiful, you know that? Want to see me look the same way?" he asked, knowing that either she finished him off or he did it himself, there was no way his body was going to calm down on it's own.

"Can I?" she asked, her face coming out of hiding so she could stare wide eyed at him.

"How can you still look so innocent?" he asked with amusement, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah, you can watch me too, if you like. Of course, you'll have to get me that way first," he said, watching her go even redder.

"You mean, you want me to...to...er...like you did?"

He shook his head. "Not exactly the same way, you're new to this. Just go with your instincts, okay? Unless you don't want to?"

She bit her lip. "I do, I think. It's all a bit scary," she said softly.

"I guess it is. Well I tell you something, honey, I think that if you don't touch me I'm gonna die. How scary do you think that is for me?" He chuckled at her rapt expression and moved her so she was laying next to him and she had free access to his body.

Use her instincts, he had said, and she licked her lips nervously as she looked at the massive nude body laying next to her own. She tentatively stroked her hand down his abdomen and watched the muscles ripple beneath her fingers, his stomach giving a slight quiver as she traced his tattoo there. She followed the faint trail of crisp hair that led down to where his arousal lay, waiting for her to touch it. Her heart beat speeded up as she wrapped her fingers around the rock hard shaft and stroked slowly, glancing up at him when his fingers covered hers and taught her what to do to best please him. She followed what he did eagerly, still acutely embarrassed that he was watching her, but fascinated by everything she was learning. She moved her hand faster and then reached out with her finger and touched the tip of him, collecting up the small bead of fluid that had come from him. His reaction when she touched him like that made her stop moving her hand for a moment and she stared at his tense expression, his teeth gritted. "I didn't hurt you...?"

"No, hell, no, you didn't hurt. Do it again," he said, his voice deep and incredibly husky and he groaned as she obeyed him, running her finger over the tip of him and playing there for a few seconds. He was obviously enjoying it and she stared down at what she was holding, awe struck that she was even able to touch a man like this. She wanted more, she wanted to please him the way he had done her, but she wasn't sure how to go about it. What the hell, she thought, there was no harm in trying was there? She bent her head and flicked her tongue out to taste him, surprised at the salty flavour of the fluid that seemed to seep slowly from him. It wasn't unpleasant, she decided, and did it again, this time running her tongue hesitantly over the whole head.

Mark groaned, bit off a curse as he tried to find a way of making his mouth tell her to stop, and then his hands came up and held her head there, feeling her tongue come out and taste him again and again. He wanted to bury himself in her mouth, but knew that would probably shock her to death, so he settled for what he could get and felt himself rapidly approaching orgasm. "Use your hands again," he gritted out at her, needing more. His eyes rolled into his head when she obliged, still using her tongue as well until he felt himself tighten up in preparation. He pulled her head away from him and gripped her hand around his shaft, groaning harshly as he erupted and spilled himself onto her hands, the pleasure wracking his body for what seemed like forever. When his mind finally returned to normal, he opened his eyes and met her awed gaze, her mouth hanging open, and he couldn't help chuckling. "Shocked?"

She nodded her head and looked down at the thick flesh that had been so hard only a few seconds ago. Now it was softening, although it still looked fairly big to her stunned eyes. She couldn't believe it. She wasn't totally ignorant, although nearly so, but she had no idea that men looked like that or that their bodies did anything like that either.

Mark sat up slowly and let out a shaky breath, looking at the mess he'd made of himself and he grinned. "I guess I'd better get cleaned up, huh?" he said, moving to get off the bed, totally unashamed in his nudity. Amy sat and watched him walk to the en-suite bathroom, finally realising her own state of undress and jumping up to wrap a gown around her. Before she could get the gown off the back of the door, Mark walked back out of the bathroom with a cloth in his hand, his eyes narrowing as he looked her over.

"Beautiful," he murmured, grabbing her arm and pulling her against him. He didn't mention the tiny scars he could just about make out on her buttocks and lower back, he knew where they had probably come from. There would be time enough for her to tell him more about her past, when she felt more comfortable doing so. He proceeded to wash her hands off and then dropped the cloth and bent to kiss her, his arms going under hers and lifting her off the floor. It wasn't a particularly passionate kiss, but rather a gentling one as he strove to stop his body from taking over again. As much as he wanted to, now wasn't the time to make love to her fully. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it, pulling the covers back and then tucking them around her so that her tempting body was no longer on view.

Amy stared up at him speechlessly as he moved away and put his clothes back on, not bothering to hurry and obviously amused by the way she was watching him. "See something you like darlin'?" he asked her, sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling with a genuine affection as he flicked her nose.

"Ouch!" she yelped, rubbing her nose. She found herself relaxing again in his company, even though her mind was replaying all they'd done, and she grinned cheekily at him. "I don't really see anything to like. I told you before, you have big ears, then there's the fact that you're out of shape..." she tailed off as his eyebrows rose and he stared at her in amazement.

"For someone who was shocked speechless just a few minutes ago, you sure recover fast. You think you're really brave enough to insult me? You think you can take the consequences this time?" He bared his teeth in a growl and grabbed her quilt covered form and clasped her around the waist. "Want me to show you how out of shape I am?"

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded. "Yes, I do," she answered honestly, and Mark was floored by how direct she could be.

"At least you don't hide how you feel, I like that. Unfortunately, much as I'd like to, I can't oblige you right now. I'm not supposed to be in here when Vince wakes up tomorrow, and I'd take all night with you darlin', so I'd better get over to the guest room."

"You're staying here?" she asked him, drawing back enough to stare into his emerald eyes.

"Hmm. Just across the hall, but don't go thinking you can sneak into my bed in the middle of the night. I'll be locking the door to protect myself!" he said, his eyes dropping to her mouth a second before his lips followed suit and he kissed her deeply, his arms crushing her against him. What was it he found so irresistible about this girl? he thought. He broke off and grinned at her stunned expression. "You gonna bring me a nice cooked breakfast in bed?" he joked.

"If you like," she replied. "What's wrong?" she asked him when she saw him frown.

"Nothing's wrong honey. You'd really go to that trouble for me, cook me a breakfast and bring it to me in bed?" He was genuinely astonished. The women he'd known before, with the exception of his mother, hadn't been able to cook and would never have dreamt of actually waiting on him, thinking that it would be something too menial.

"Of course I would," she said, wondering why he looked so odd. "I can if you'd like, I can cook. What would you like?"

"You wouldn't think I was treating you like a servant or somethin'?" he asked her, just making sure.

She smiled. "Of course not, I love cooking and I love...I'd love to cook for you, if you want me to?"

He grinned and wrapped her up in a hug so hard she could barely breathe. "Oh, yeah, I'd like that." He let her go when she tried squirming away from him and then grinned and looked sheepish when she took a deep breath. "Sorry, guess that was too hard huh?"

She slapped his arm. "Just a bit, let me breathe next time okay? So, what do you want for breakfast?"

He reeled off a huge list of fried foods, making her smile that he could possibly eat so much, then halfway through his demands she reached out for his hand, stopping hesitantly just before she touched it. He looked down at her hand and stopped talking. "Do you need my permission to touch me?"

"I don't know. Do I?" she asked him, wondering how freely she could touch him.

"Honey, you can touch me anywhere, at anytime, okay? As I said before, just feel free, I ain't gonna complain!"
"Really?"

"Yeah, really," he said, taking her hand and stroking her fingers.

Amy lifted her hand and brushed her fingers across his cheek, feeling the days' growth of stubble scratch at them as she traced his features slowly. "Do you have to go?" she asked shyly, wishing he could just lay there with her.

"Mmm, I do," he murmured, enjoying her gentle touch. "If I stay here I think we both know what'll happen, don't we?" he asked, arching one eyebrow and giving her a knowing look.

"I wouldn't mind," she whispered. She frowned as she stroked over his eyebrows. "Does it feel like that when...er...you know..."

"Like what?"

"Like...when you...what you did to me..." she stopped and cleared her throat, wondering how to put it into words. He saved her the trouble.

"Sweetheart, if you're asking what it'll be like when I'm inside you," he said, his eyes glinting wickedly as he looked at her red face, "then I have to say that when you cum, it'll be strong enough to blow your head off!"

"Mark!" she said, shocked by his terminology, just as he knew she would be. He grinned wickedly, making her heart thump harder in her chest.

"What's wrong sweetie, still not used to the way I talk yet?" he asked her, running his hand over her shoulder and around to the back of her neck, massaging the delicate column. "You will be, eventually. Maybe I'll even tone it down from now on, huh?"

"Hmmph, I just bet you will," she grumbled, giving him her best glare.

"Well, maybe not," he said, moving his hand around to lift her chin. "Time I was going. Kiss me goodnight," he demanded, smiling under her lips as she quickly complied.

He gently pushed her away after a while and tucked her down into the bed, kissing her fingers before turning and opening the door. "Goodnight, honey," he said softly, winking at her and then turning the light off before leaving the room.

She took a deep shaky breath and snuggled down under the covers, a smile on her lips as she fell almost instantly into a deep sleep.

Amy opened her eyes the next morning and stretched, wondering why she felt so relaxed, then she sat bolt upright in bed and covered her mouth with one hand as she remembered what had happened the night before.

"Oh my God!" she whispered shakily, leaping out of bed and rushing into the bathroom so she could look at herself in the mirror. She saw faint marks on her body where he had touched her and she felt herself go red, then she smiled. He was still here.

It took her only ten minutes to shower and dress and appear in the kitchen, she was so excited about cooking him breakfast.

Vince was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee and reading the paper and he glanced up at her as she barrelled into the room. "Whoa, something up?" he asked, laughing at how animated she looked for a change.

"No...yes...oh, I have to cook breakfast," she gushed, opening the fridge to look for all the things he had said he wanted. "Oh," she muttered, realising that there were only eggs, bacon and sausages. "Don't we have any steak?" she asked Vince, tapping her fingertips on the fridge door.

"If it ain't in there then we don't have it," Vince said, leaning back and studying her more closely. "Why would you want steak?"

"I told Mark I'd cook him breakfast and he likes steak," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Mmm-hmm. Well we don't have any, so he'll have to settle for what you've already got there...which looks like the entire contents of the fridge!"

"You don't mind do you? I can buy some more," she quickly offered, moving to put the things back. "I can go out right now and get the things I need..."

Vince's hand on her arm stopped her from talking. "Hey, this is your home, remember? Take what you like and don't worry about replacing it, okay?"

Amy smiled and nodded, giving the older man a quick hug before starting to prepare breakfast. "Would you like some?" she asked him while she turned the bacon.

"It smells really good, but I've already eaten, unfortunately," he said on a groan, sniffing appreciatively at the food she was cooking. "Anyway, I have to get going, I've got a lot to do if we're going to leave in 2 days. Linda and Steph have already left, there's just you and the slumbering giant!"

"Two days?" Amy asked, spinning away from the cooker to stare at him. "We're going in two days? Oh, I...never mind."

Vince smiled, his eyes narrowing. "It's only for two weeks you know," he said.

"What is? I thought we were staying there for a few weeks..."

"It's only two weeks before he'll be there," he clarified, ruffling her hair as though she were a child when she blushed. "See you later Peaches."

Amy watched him walk out of the house and continued cooking, scooping the food onto a huge plate when she had finished and pouring a mug of coffee. She put it all on a tray and then added a glass of orange juice. A feast fit for a king, she thought as she carried it carefully up the stairs. Luckily there was a table along the wall near Mark's door and she placed the tray there before knocking on his door. She couldn't hear anything from the other side and so she knocked again, a bit harder. Still nothing. Should she just go in? she wondered and then shrugged, nothing ventured nothing gained.

Twisting the doorknob, she carefully pushed the door open and peeked around the edge of it. Mark was laying on his back in the bed with the covers tangled low on his waist and his chest bare, soft snores coming from his mouth and his feet dangling over the end of the mattress. Amy caught her breath at the sight, he was a devastatingly handsome man and she found it hard to resist just rushing in and throwing herself on top of him.

She fetched the tray and pushed the door wider with her foot so she could carry it into the room, kicking the door nearly closed behind her. Placing the tray on the chest of drawers, she sat on the edge of the bed with the mug of coffee and wafted it under his nose, calling his name softly.

Mark was having a lovely dream about Amy when he suddenly caught the aroma of coffee. "How did you make coffee in bed?" he asked the dream Amy, looking down at her naked body and wondering where the coffee was. He frowned. Okay, this wasn't right. Then he heard her call his name and the dream Amy vanished, making Mark's eyes snap open.

As soon as they did he saw Amy sitting on the bed holding out a cup of coffee and smiling. "Are you real?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes.

"Last time I checked," she said, nodding and holding the cup out for him to take. He struggled to sit up and untangle himself from the covers, smoothing them over his hips and leaning back against the headboard. "Thanks honey," he said, taking the cup and sipping at it. He watched her as she got the tray and set it in front of him on his lap, hardly believing that she had actually kept her word and cooked him breakfast. "This looks great. Have you eaten yet?"

Amy shook her head and stood next to the bed, not knowing whether to sit down or not. "I'm not really a breakfast person," she said.

Mark arched an eyebrow and stared at her. "Well, you are now, you could do with a little more meat on those bones, especially if you're taking me on. Sit down," he ordered her and grabbed her arm so she had no choice but to obey. She watched as he started eating, closing his eyes and savouring the food as he chewed. "This is really good, you didn't lie when you said you could cook. Here," he said, holding some bacon out for her. Amy went to take it out of his hand. "No, no, no. Open up," he said, giving her a stern look until she did as he said and opened her mouth, letting him feed her the morsel. "There, now ain't that good?"

She had to agree, it tasted good. She hadn't eaten a big breakfast for years.

Mark continued to feed himself and her alternately until all the food was gone and he looked despairingly at his plate. "It's all gone," he moaned, stating the obvious.

Amy laughed. "You can't still be hungry, there was enough there for ten men!"

"I'm the same size as ten men!" he grumbled, trying to give her a pleading look.

"It's no good, you know, there isn't anything left to cook, even if I felt like making you some more. Which I don't, by the way," she added, smirking at him.

"Really? You wouldn't cook me more if you had it? You sure about that?" He held the tray out for her, grabbing the orange juice off it.

"Well, I might, I guess," she sighed, putting the tray back on the dressing table and turning back to him, catching his smug look before he could wipe it off his face. "On second thoughts, no, I wouldn't. After all, all that muscle could so easily turn to fat you know!"

He raised his eyebrows and set the juice on the bedside table, folding his arms over his impressive chest. "Getting brave aren't we? Want to come over here and say that?"

"Er...not really, no," she said, shaking her head and smiling.

"Want me to come over there then?" he asked, smirking.

She realised he was probably naked under the covers and blushed. "No."

"Then you better get your cute little butt over here, hadn't you?" he said, narrowing his eyes and waiting.

"I don't think I should," she said, biting her lip. "I think that you should get a shower and get dressed."

"Oh you do, huh? Right now?" He watched as she nodded and then he flipped the covers back and slid out of bed, walking slowly over to her while her eyes tried not to stare and failed.

"Now darlin', you keep staring at me like that and I'm gonna have to do somethin' about it," he drawled, trapping her against the wall and putting his hands either side of her head.

"You should really get dressed," she said breathlessly, having problems keeping her eyes on his face.

"I guess I should. But if I did that I wouldn't get to see this beautiful colour on your face, now would I?" he pointed out, bending down so he could capture her lips in a tender kiss that instantly made her melt. He moved his arms down and pulled her up against him and Amy felt her feet leave the floor as his powerful arms enfolded her.

He kissed her until she was hanging limply against him and then he carried her over to the bathroom. "You showered yet?" he asked her huskily. She nodded and he slowly put her down next to the shower cubicle. "Damn."

"What?" she asked, wondering why he looked so pissed all of a sudden.

"I was gonna drag you in the shower with me. I guess I could take a bath instead," he mused, staring at the bathtub and nodding. "Yep, that's what I'll do. That way you can wash my back for me can't you?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer, he simply starting filling the tub and then started rifling through the small cabinet on the wall. "Well, Vince sure knows how to kit out a guest room," he said, pulling out a brand new toothbrush and a razor. "Now I can make myself look even more devastatingly handsome than normal!"

"You'll be getting a big head, talking like that," Amy said, glancing at his firm backside as he faced the sink.

"Honey, I already have a big head, and if I remember correctly, you were treating it like a lollipop last night," he said, his eyes glinting at hers in the mirror.

"A lollipop?" she asked, frowning in confusion. "I don't...oh!" she choked out, still easily shocked at the way he talked.

"What?" he asked innocently, his grin ruining the look.

"Will you stop being rude!" she ordered, wondering whether to stay in the room with him or not. She didn't know how to handle such blunt speaking, although she knew that she would probably get used to it eventually.

Mark could see she was on the edge of leaving the room and he chuckled, loading his toothbrush up with toothpaste and starting to clean his teeth. When he had finished he filled the sink and unwrapped the razor. "Okay, sweetheart, I'll try not to be so rude, okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled, watching him helplessly as he shaved off the nights' growth of beard, carefully moving the razor around his goatee. When he had finished he dried his face and patted it with a towel, turning to face her, which immediately made her go red. It was one thing staring at his backside, it was quite another when he turned around, she decided.

"There, do I look better?" he asked her, checking the bath water and turning off the faucet when he found it was the right temperature.

"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, trying not to look as embarrassed as she felt.

He stood looking at her for a second, his lips twisted thoughtfully. "Want me to get in the bath?" he asked, smiling when she hurriedly nodded, her eyes averted the whole time he climbed into the tub. She only looked back at him when he was safely submerged under the water, although there were no bubbles to cover him up.

She frowned when he groaned, stretching his arms over his head and trying to work out the kinks in his muscles. He often woke up sore and needed time to straighten himself out, and this morning was no exception. He had managed to hide his discomfort from her so far, but the warm water was making his tense muscles suddenly relax and he couldn't help shifting about to get in a more comfortable position. His eyes were closed and he was frowning, but they flew open when he heard her voice coming from right next to him.

"Are you okay?" she asked him, worried by the fact that he looked like he was in pain. She had moved and sat next to the tub, wondering what she could do for him to get that look off his face.

He managed a small smile and sighed. "I'm okay, I just get a few muscle problems in the mornings when I've been wrestling. It's nothing," he said, relaxing his head back against the tub.

"It's not nothing. Does it hurt a lot?"

He stared at her face, surprised to find concern there and not pity. "Quite a bit I guess, I'm sort of used to it now. My hips are the worst though, I'll eventually have to have them replaced." He smiled ruefully at her shocked expression. "It ain't just old folk who have to have that operation, y'know. I've been thrown and landed hard a few times too many, and my body is starting to show it."

"But you seem so fine, you don't move stiffly or anything," she said, confused.

"I am fine, most of the time. Mornings are worse, and any place cold can be murder," he explained, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Amy bit her lip and tried not to look too worried. "Will you be okay? Can I do anything to make you feel better?"

Mark frowned. Now there was the pity that had been missing, he thought, irritated. "I ain't sick, you know, there's no cause to treat me like a fucking invalid!" he snapped, his eyes sparking.

Amy's mouth shut with an audible click and she stared at him, feeling her temper start to flare, something it hadn't done for years. "Well, excuse me for caring! Don't worry about it happening again! And don't you swear at me!" she said tightly and stood up, preparing to leave the room and let him drown himself in the bath, before she did it for him.

Mark watched her go in amazement. Wow. Vince had said she had a temper, but she was usually so meek that he didn't think he'd ever see it. He sighed and quickly washed himself. The long soak he needed would have to wait, it was more important that he found her and apologised for snapping at her. She had only been concerned about him, after all.

He walked into the bedroom a few minutes later with only a towel wrapped around his hips, but she wasn't in there and he hurriedly pulled his clothes on and went in search of her. He noticed that the breakfast things weren't there and that she had made the bed for him, something that brought a smile to his mouth. Even though he had made her mad, she had still cleared up after him.

He eventually found her in the kitchen washing dishes, and he walked up behind her, fully intending to wrap his arms around her. But she heard him coming and she swung around, glaring at him and then lowering her eyes and wiping her hands on the dish cloth, obviously intent on ignoring him. He raised his eyebrows and wondered if he could get a rise out of her. "Is there any coffee going?" he asked her, leaning back on the counter and folding his arms, looking impossibly arrogant.

Amy stared at him aghast. He snapped at her and now he expected her to make him coffee? She went over to the filter machine and pointed at it. "There's the machine, the coffee's in that cupboard. Help yourself. I'm going to work," she said stiffly, marching out of the room.

"And how are you gonna get there, little girl?" he called after her, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

She could hear the laughter in his voice and it made her even madder. "I'll get a cab," she said, stopping by the telephone in the hallway and picking up the telephone directory.

"Uh-uh, I don't think so. Vince would be real mad if you took a cab, remember what he said about it being dangerous? And I happen to agree with him." he said, joining her in the hall.

She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Then I'll call Vince and have him pick me up," she said sulkily, not looking at him.

"Why waste his time? Why not just take his rental? It's sitting there in the driveway."

"I can't drive, that's why not," she explained and watched as his eyebrows shot up.

"You can't drive? Everyone can drive," he said.

"No they can't, I can't." She stared at him as he chuckled. "It isn't funny!" she snapped, her hands itching to hit him. "Fine, I'll walk!" she said roughly, throwing the dishcloth she was still holding at his chest.

She went to walk out of the house and Mark grabbed her shoulders, spinning her back towards him, his eyes laughing down at her. "You ain't walking anywhere, you're coming with me," he said, trying not to laugh at her furious expression.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you! Let go of me," she said, trying to twist out of his hold.

"My God, Vince wasn't wrong when he said you had a temper! Keep still," he said, trying to stop her squirming. He eventually gave a sigh and just picked her up with his hands on her waist, holding her up in front of him until she stopped moving and glared at him.

"Typical...arrogant..." she muttered, earning a laugh from the huge man holding her. She acted without even thinking and the sharp sound of a slap echoed around the hallway as her hand connected with his cheek.

He put her down instantly and Amy stared at him, her mouth hanging open in shock. She couldn't believe she had hit him, couldn't believe that she would ever have the guts to hit a man of any size, let alone one this big. The fleeting courage deserted her as her face went white when he looked at her and she backed up a couple of steps, trying to avoid his angry glare.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, her voice shaking, and Mark frowned down at her.

"You think I'm gonna hit you back don't you?" he asked her, cocking his head to one side as he studied her.

He didn't wait for her to answer him, he simply moved away from her and stalked out of the door, slamming it so hard behind him that it rattled in it's frame. Amy was so relieved that he hadn't retaliated that she burst into tears, sitting on the bottom step of the staircase and giving vent to her feelings. With some effort she managed to pull herself together a few minutes later, and she hauled herself upstairs to clean her face up so she could get to work.