CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Alf took a long puff of his cigar as he sat down in his chair. He sucked down the strong smoke before blowing it back out in small rings. He hadn't had a smoke in weeks, but after the events over the last few days; he knew he couldn't hold out for any longer.

Alf stood up from his chair when he heard a knock on his door. "Enter," he called out. A moment later Tony walked in; closing the door behind him. "Any problems with the Ash situation?" Alf asked as he sat back down.

"No," Tony answered with the shake of the head. "Macca and Robbie are sorting the rest out," he added.

"Good," Alf nodded. "Things should be a little easier with him out of the way. Now we just have to concentrate on Corey and finding out where the bloody hell he is," he sighed.

"I just hope that Jack and Martha have found a safe place to hide. No doubt Corey will have the resources to find them if they are out in the open," Tony exclaimed.

"I'm sure he has," Alf muttered. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that boy so that he could ring his neck.

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"Another dead end," Corey roared as he got into his car and slammed the door behind him.

"We've only tried a few motels," Sam reminded him.

"Yes, I know that," Corey sneered at her.

Sam let out a sigh. "Let's just stop for a bit and get some sleep or something. It's late," she said.

"I'll sleep when those two are dead," Corey snapped at her as he reached out and grabbed her face. "Now drive," he squeezed her cheeks until she slapped his hands away.

"I want them dead just as much as you do," Sam told him. "Don't you think that I know how much power we'll have once they're all dead? I'm looking forward to it," she smiled gleefully.

"Yes, we'll just remember that it was me who got you this far," Corey pointed out.

"I remember," Sam smirked as she leant over and kissed him.

"That's my girl," Corey nipped at Sam's lips before pulling away. "Now drive," he muttered as he looked out his window.

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"If I keep eating these I'm going to look like the side of a house," Martha moaned as she popped another M&M into her mouth.

"Don't be stupid," Jack laughed as he sat in a chair. "You look hot," he added with a wink.

"Thanks," Martha smiled proudly. "Here, have some," she threw the almost empty packet at Jack.

"Wow, you left me some crumbs. That's sweet and very thoughtful of you," Jack said in a sarcastic tone of voice.

Martha just shrugged and made herself even more comfortable on the bed. She was still propped up in between some pillows and had the remote firmly grasped in her hand. "Why is it that these seedy motels only have porn showing?" she groaned as she flicked through more channels.

"Porn?" Jack looked up excitedly.

"Eww," Martha looked at him disgusted as she switched off the TV. "Are you serious? You actually watch this crap?" she asked.

"Name a guy who doesn't," Jack shrugged.

"Disgusting," Martha exclaimed.

The room fell silent after that; until Martha noticed Jack wincing every time he touched his face. "What's wrong?" she jumped up and walked across to him. She grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at her. "Johnny got you good, didn't he?" she chuckled as she brushed away a droplet of blood.

"Add that to the fucking bruises and wounds from the car crash," Jack groaned.

Martha quickly leant over and plucked a tissue from its box, before moving back towards Jack. She sat down on his knee and started to dab at the tiny cut.

"If all you really wanted to do was get on top of me Macklin; all you had to do was ask," Jack snickered. It's time to go back to the teasing, he thought to himself as he suddenly started to feel vulnerable; due the tender affection she was paying towards him and his wounds.

Martha rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep doing that?" she asked him.

"Doing what?" Jack threw back at her.

Martha sighed. "Turn everything into some sort of sexual innuendo," she pointed out to him. She knew why it did. He did it to push her away. Men like him didn't need attachments. Emotions were bad regardless of the surroundings. She understood completely. She felt the same sometimes.

Jack opened his mouth to throw another retort in her face but stopped when a shot of pain course through his head. "Ow," he winced.

"Oh you're such a baby," Martha teased as she playfully slapped at his face. She laughed at the pouty look on his face before she started to gently rub at his bruises. She noticed the relaxed look that overtook his earlier pained features. She knew she must have been doing something right.

"Feel better?" Martha grinned.

"Much," Jack nodded. "Keep going," he added as he placed his hands on her waist and held her in place.

Martha tried to stop it but a tingle coursed through her stomach. She didn't want to believe that such a small touch or gesture could do that to her. But it did, and she liked it. And she wanted more.

Jack noticed the dazed look on Martha's face and couldn't help the smile that appeared on his lips. "You okay?" he asked her in a low voice.

"Mhmm," Martha managed a mumble as she kept her eyes trained on his.

Jack looked deeper as he spotted something flash in her eyes. Lust; maybe? He wanted to find out. He raised one of his hands to the side of her face and gently ran his fingers down until they reached her neck. He cupped her neck and played with a few strands of her still wet hair before moving his other hand down to the knot that kept her white robe tied around her. He pulled at it until it came undone.

All this time both he and Martha kept their gazes locked; their eyes never once leaving each other. A part of Martha was yelling at her stop, but the rest of her wanted him to keep going. Surely this was inevitable and would happen sooner or later anyway.

Martha closed her eyes as Jack pushed her hair away from her face. He then placed his hands on her shoulders and started to push away the robe from her body.

"Do you really think we should be doing this?" Martha let out a deep lust filled breath. "I mean now of all times; as we're practically running for our lives," she whispered as Jack placed a tiny kiss on her throat.

"Only if you want to," Jack pulled away and looked her in the eye.

"I want to," Martha gasped.

With that their lips came crashing together. Tongues met with feverish desire. Hands roamed with impatience as Martha grasped at his t-shirt removing it from his body. Jack lunged in for a bit flesh under the ear; nipping and sucking and then licking the sweet taste of her into his mouth. Martha's head fell back in a soft moan as Jack attacked her with fierce kisses; while ripping the white robe completely away from her frame; sending her body weak.

Noticing her lack of strength, Jack stood with his hands sprawled out along Martha's back, not once removing his mouth from her neck as he slid his hands down to her rear. Pulling her upwards, he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist bringing their bodies closer, sending Martha into overdrive with need.

Jack returned his mouth to hers, kissing deeply. Moving her around to the bed Jack crawled onto it with Martha clinging to him as they kissed passionately. Jack reached the top of the bed, lowering the vixen down for him to hover over. Their lips fell apart as he laid her down. Above her, he held himself up on elbows trying to catch his breath as their foreheads touched and their eyes locked.

"This is so uncharacteristic," Martha whispered against his lips. Jack could do nothing but smile down at her.

Silently Jack begged permission of her; begged to claim her as his. Martha didn't refuse. She needed him as much as he needed her. She needed his strength, his passionate embrace of her body and to have him buried deep inside of her. Reaching up slowly Martha locked soft lips with him. She didn't kiss hard but so gentle that Jack felt parts of his heart let loose. With it came confusion, but also an understanding. He could love her, even if it was only for one night, he could love her.

Letting out a growl under his breath he deepened the kiss. Martha's legs wrapped tightly around Jack's waist, while he used his hand to run downwards, along her toned frame. His hand ran firmly down the back of her thigh to her calf and ankle then sending it back up, making Martha spiral out of control with the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

In turn, Martha ran her hand down his muscular chest until she reached the destination of his jeans. She pulled at the button and quickly unzipped them. Jack sat up a little and quickly removed them, before lowering himself back down to Martha's level. Soon they began to touch each other in places they'd never touched before; sending them into an ecstasy that neither of them had felt with another.

For this one night, they wanted to forget all their troubles; all the troubles that existed on the other side of the door.

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