CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Martha let out a tired sigh as she rolled over to face a sleeping Jack. He looked so peaceful and content. Even with the cuts and bruises, Martha still thought he looked like a beautiful man. Without waking him, she reached over and traced a finger down the side of face.

During this quiet time, Martha took a moment to think about things. So many things were entering and flashing through her mind. Things between her and Jack were different now. They'd taken that last step over the friendship boundary and she didn't think there was anyway they could ever go back. She could never look at him as a friend again. Not after the amazing sex they had had all through the night. She didn't believe that sex with a friend could be that hot. So that was enough to tell her that the friend's thing had gone out the window.

She wondered if they would continue this once all the Corey and Ash business was over. Of course, she figured they would have to survive first, because there was no way they could continue anything if they were dead.

Looking up, Martha took note of the time; which appeared on a clock on the wall. It was only five in the morning; still early and still dark outside. It wouldn't be long until the first rays of light started to peak through the cracks of the curtains. It wouldn't be long until they had to start running again.

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Corey was growing impatient. He tapped his foot furiously on the tiles as he glared murderously at the moron sitting at the counter.

"Just tell me if they are here or not," Corey demanded through clenched teeth.

Without taking his eyes of his small television the man started to speak again. "I already told you that there is no one here with that name," he repeated for the second time.

"They might have given you fake names," Corey pointed out. "So just look at these fucking photo's and tell me if these two people are staying in one of your rooms," he snapped.

The man finally cast his eyes away from his television and stood up; looking at Corey. "Look, you can either get a room or you can leave," he yawned, sending his fermenting breath into Corey's face.

"Fair enough," Corey smiled before quickly looking over his shoulder. "Sam, fix this," he ordered. Sam then appeared beside Corey; holding out her silencer and pressing the trigger. One single bullet pierced into the mans chest. He fell behind the counter lifelessly.

"Grab the keys. I don't have all day," Corey walked out of the office as Sam collected all of the door keys into her possession. "I have a good feeling Sam. They're here; I now they are".

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Jack was startled awake when he felt a soft hand caressing his face. He turned his face to the side; knowing full well what to expect. He grinned inwardly to himself when he came face to face with Martha.

"Hi," Martha said softly as she delicately climbed over him; placing her smaller body over his larger one.

Sprawling out along him, Jack's body immediately responded to Martha's touch. She is so fucking sexy, he thought to himself as he watched and felt her body rubbing against his. "Hey," he grinned at her as she leant down and placed her lips against his. "What a way to wake up," he murmured against her mouth.

Jack's hand then went to the side of her face, entangling it into the soft locks of her hair. Twisting the hair around his fingers, he pulled her head down even more; deepening the morning kiss.

Martha could feel Jack's excitement growing. She smiled to herself, and thought that at that moment she could forget about everything else and just crave the feeling of his body and hers happily joined together. With that thought, Martha broke the kiss and lifted her body up; placing each knee on either side of him, so that she straddled his body.

Jack smiled up at her as he watched her lower herself onto him. They both let out a soft moan at the feeling of Jack entering her. Closing their eyes, their bodies began to rock in a slow tandem. Martha threw her head back; mouth opened, releasing her pleasure. She desired him. Every time she felt him inside her, her body was set ablaze; causing her to want to explode almost at first touch.

But suddenly everything came crashing down. A sudden clapping broke through their moans of ecstasy, causing both to pause with a look of utter shock. Looking behind them, their hearts dropped when they spotted Corey standing at the door with Sam; pointing a gun at Martha's head.

Corey laughed at the priceless looks on their faces. "Bravo. Well done," he continued to clap. "I see you're hard at work Jack," he raised his brow and smirked.

Jack was silent. Immediately his brain went into overload. He wondered where his gun was. One should be under the pillow, he thought to himself. He gently started to slide his hands away from Martha's waist and lowered them towards her thighs. But Corey who was watching closely caught sight of his motion.

"Don't even think about it. Unless you'd like too see her brains spill out of her head of course," Corey warned. Martha turned her face back to Jack; a look of fear spread across it.

"Here was me, thinking that Jacky boy was one of the best men in this line of business," Corey laughed evilly. "Who would have thought that he could be over-thrown by his own dick," he continued with the taunting.

"You've become distracted my old friend," Corey grinned as he took a closer look at a naked Martha, who was still straddling Jack. "But oh, I don't blame you. With bang like that, how could you not be, right?" he sleazed.

Martha flinched. She couldn't stand the way how this nutcase was watching her as though she was a piece of meat.

"Okay sweet cheeks; get up," Corey then said as he came up behind her and slapped Martha's ass cheek.

Martha stared deeply into Jack's face. He tore his gaze away from Corey and looked up into her sad eyes. She could see a fear in his. But the fear she could see, was the fear he had for her at the moment.

She went to say something to him, but was reefed away from him by the hair. She let out a cry as Corey pushed her to the ground. "Maybe you should take a wash. Who knows what you may have picked up from this little tryst," he sneered down at her.

Jack sat up quickly and practically hauled himself off the bed. He went to grab Corey's arm, but was sent flying backwards onto the bed when a sudden bursting pain attacked his shoulder. "Fuck," he screamed as he rolled over; grabbing where the bullet had just pierced through his flesh.

"Jack," Martha screamed out in horror as the blood started to spill from Jack.

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