A/N: Jake and Glen never moved to Toronto, this story is entirely A/U. Clare and Jake don't know each other before this story.

Southy this one's for you!

The Handyman

I looked at the GPS thinking the thing must have lost the link with the satellite. There was no way there could be a horse ranch all the way out here, I was literally in the middle of nowhere. My publisher had thought it would be a good idea for me to get away somewhere quiet to finish this book. It was due to go to printing in six months and I wasn't even half way done. So she'd booked me this little cabin in the middle of nowhere for the next three months, she told me the peaceful tranquil silence would help me concentrate and finish. I told her I didn't want to be isolated which is why I was on my way to a horse ranch. It would be quiet and peaceful but other people would be there and the thought of riding horses again was sort of appealing, I hadn't gone riding since I was a kid.

Finally the main gate came into view, the Triple R, wonder what all the R's stand for? The dirt road leading to the main portion of the ranch is awfully bumpy for my little car. I see the lodge house and pull up, the door chimes with a bell when I go through it and a stout woman with dark auburn hair, lots of freckles and dark green eyes that have laugh lines around them, comes out from the back room.

"You must be Miss Edwards, I'm Ruby, welcome you'll be in cabin number four, just follow the road down you can't miss it. Here's your key, breakfast is served here in the house every morning at seven if you want to join us but don't feel obligated. Your cabin has a full kitchen of course, Dodd's market is five miles back up the road and they have all the basics. The cabin is stocked with all the basic linens and needs, if you need anything else let us know." She tells me with a friendly voice.

I thank her, take my key and get back in my car driving a short ways to my cabin. It's a white cabin with red trim, simple but quaint and it's definitely peaceful out here. I spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking my bags, finding the general store Ruby told me about, stocking my kitchen and walking the grounds a bit. I go to bed without writing a single word.

I spend the next three days doing nothing but writing, I get about three hours of sleep each night, I shower each morning and that's about it. I do eat but it's really more like snacking as I type away furiously, in those three days I get more writing done than in the last six months. On the evening of the third day I start making cheese and crackers for dinner, because I can eat it while typing, and when I pull on the door to put away the crackers the cabinet door comes off. Not all the way but now it's hanging by one hinge. The washroom faucet is also leaking and the screen door on the back porch won't open. I decide this is enough to contact Ruby about getting someone out to fix these things. I call up to the main lodge and tell Ruby all of this; she tells me she's sending the handyman out. Not even five minutes later there is a knock on my door.

I open it and bite my lip; he's tall, slender but muscular with a strong jaw, green eyes and brown hair. He's dressed in jeans and a blue and red flannel shirt which is unbuttoned so you can see the white tank under shirt and his muscles beneath it. I suddenly feel very hot at the sight of him and I'm dressed in cut off denim shorts and a short sleeve powder blue top.

"Hey I'm Jake the handyman," he tells me and I roll my lower lip between my teeth.

"Hi, I'm Clare," I smile stepping aside so he can come in.

He grins and gets to work on the cabinet door, I hop up on the counter to watch him, engrossed in the way his muscles ripple as he drills the new hinge on. Then I spin on the counter to watch him fix the screen door on the back porch and follow him into the washroom to watch him fix the leaking faucet. As he turns the wrench on the faucet a bunch of water comes out, I squeal a little even though I don't get wet. Jake turns off the water quickly but he's entirely soaked from about the waist up now. I bite my lip, feeling my pussy tingling and my panties get a little wet as I watch him take off his shirt. He finishes fixing the faucet without his shirt on which I enjoy watching very much.

"Anything else need fixing?" He asks when he's done.

"Uh no that's it," I say regretfully as I try and think of a reason for him to stay.

"Well call if you need anything else," he smiles grabbing his wet shirts and leaving my cabin.

After he leaves I have to take a shower and take care of myself before I can get back to writing. Hold up in my cabin for the rest of the night and the next couple of days I don't see Jake, or anyone else for that matter. Then I step out of the shower that third evening, slip on the wet tile floor, grab the towel rack and it comes out of the wall. I'm sure I'll have a bruise but otherwise I'm unharmed, my towel rack however is not so lucky. I call Ruby and tell her about the towel rack, she tells me Jake will be right over. I dry off but don't bother getting dressed I simply slip on a short silk black robe and wait for the knock on the door.

"Hi," I smile opening the door for Jake after he knocks.

"Hey broken towel rack huh?" He inquires cocking an eyebrow at me as he gives me a pleased once over in my robe.

"Yeah slipped on the wet floor and grabbed it, the thing came right out of the wall." I tell him as I close the door behind him.

"Don't worry it happens a lot, some of them are just in the drywall, they weren't installed properly. That was before my time, nice robe by the way." He grins walking back to the washroom.

I smile and follow him back; he sets down the tools, takes off his shirt and gets to work. I watch him with a carnally blissful smile on my face, leaning against the wall, biting my lip and not so subtly toying with my robe.

"All fixed," he smiles.

"Thanks, you look thirsty can I get you a drink?" I offer.

"Just water will be fine," he replies.

I go to the kitchen to get him some water, I fill a glass, turn around and he's standing right behind me. He smiles, takes a sip, sets the glass down and crashes his lips to mine. I put my arms around his neck as his arms go around my back and my body presses to his. The friction causes my robe to open a little, I can feel the bulge in his jeans getting bigger and harder. I reach down between us, undoing his belt and pulling it through the loops, I drop it to the kitchen floor. He opens my robe, slips it from my shoulders and it cascades down my body to the tile. His hands go around my waist, he lifts me up and sets me on the counter, my legs open and go around his waist. My hands fiddle with his fly until it's open and I pull his jeans down. He pulls out of the kiss, grins at me and divests himself of the rest of his clothes and his shoes.

Instead of kissing me again he puts his lips on my breast, kissing softly and sucking the nipple until it's hard and I moan. He does the same to the other breast, then guides me to lean back licking my clit and then down between my pussy lips and his tongue darts in. I moan writhing around on the counter and gripping his short hair. After a few minutes, when I'm moaning endlessly, hot, horny and very wet he withdraws his tongue. Then he pulls me off the counter, backs up turns me around and bends me over! He spreads my legs and then his thick man meat pushes into me, I make a loud moan with a bit of a scream of ecstasy. Grabbing my hips he thrusts hard and fast, fucking me from behind, my breasts pushed against the cold tile of the counter, my hips gently bumping the edge of the counter. My breathing becomes rapid and an endless chain of moans leaves my lips, my hips bucking seeking him out every time he pulls out even a little. I'm lightly beaded by sweat, the clapping sound of skin against skin echoes in the kitchen.

"Mmmm oh god yes don't stop oh yes Jaaaake!" I scream out in rapturous orgasmic euphoria.

Jake makes a primal guttural grunt from the back of his throat, his hot juices release into me and then he pulls out quickly. I whimper collapsing against the counter, my knees shaking I can hardly stand and I'm panting hard to catch my breath. I can hear Jake's heavy breathing behind me but as I can't quite move I'm not entirely sure where he is. After a couple of minutes he seems to recover, taking me by the waist again he turns me one more and sets me on the counter again and gives me a lustfully gratified grin. I watch him somewhat ruefully as he gets dressed again, including his shirt. When he's dressed he hands me the glass of water I got for him, then picks up his tool box.

"Call me the next time you need me to fix something Clare," Jake says just before he leaves my cabin and I bite my lip.