CC Chapter 7
Really guys, im trying to get Getty back in here but OMG.. Jack is just too much fun right now. I cant help it.. Sorry, took a new turn. HAHA… still may have more Getty but for now.. lets play at the bed & breakfast…
As Jack tromped down the staircase with Denise over his shoulder, he laughed as she continued to beat him on the back. She had found her voice and was literally growling at him.
"JACK, PUT ME DOWN." She yelled again only to receive a swift swat on her derriere. "You did not just do that." She reached around to cover herself finally realizing the situation she was actually in and what it might look like to everyone around.
"Excuse me?" A mans voice came from below.
Just as suddenly as Jack had swooped her up, he set her unsteadily on the ground she grabbed his arms to steady herself and glared at him. As she opened her mouth to lay into him, a voice from behind her made her face go into panic mode.
"Denise?" He asked.
Jack saw the instant change in her and cocked his head to the side. He glanced at the man behind her and became suspicious. This man was too young to be her husband. Was it the other one? It had to be.
"Can I help you young man?" Harriet asked as she pushed Jack out of her way, suspiciously eyeing Denise as well.
"Yes, do you have any rooms tonight?" The man asked, still watching Denise's back.
Denise finally worked up the courage to turn around, slowly. "Getty." She smiled with a deep breath.
"Bingo." Jack whispered as he placed his hand unseen at the base of her back and waist, but certainly felt by Denise.
"Am I interrupting something?" Getty asked with a suspicious smile, never taking his eyes off Jack.
"No, Nope. No." Denise seemed to be trying to reassure herself as well as everyone in the room. She slowly moved her right hand to her hip and felt him link his finger with one of hers. She suddenly felt safe for some odd reason even though both of these men were tormenting the hell out of her. All she needed now was her actual husband to walk through the door. She smiled at that thought.
"We have a room downstairs sweetie, come with me." Harriet took Getty's arm as he kept looking at Denise.
"I could just crash on her bed." Getty nodded to Denise.
"Sorry, Jacks already got that." Harriet pulled him along as Jack laughed and Denise elbowed him in the gut.
Denise stepped around Jack and headed up the stairs back to her safe room, hurrying so maybe she could shut the door and lock it before Jack got there. No such luck, she could feel him right on her heels.
"Cant you sleep on the couch?" She asked as she gave up and walked over to the bed, leaving him to shut the door.
"I could, but who would keep Fretty from slipping up here. He wants you bad."
"Getty." She corrected.
"Who names their kid Getty? Sounds like spaghetti. Imagine being him as a kid in school." He kept a straight face through the whole conversation.
Denise crawled into bed and pulled the blankets up over her. "Maybe you could sleep on the floor." She nodded.
"Maybe I could sleep right there in that bed beside you. What's wrong Denise, you haven't been in bed with a man in so long you're afraid you can't keep you hands off me? You want me don't you? Come on, admit it." He joked and took his shirt off only to laugh at her when she covered her eyes with her hands.
"Would you stop it?" She laughed as she hit panic mode when she felt the other side of the bed move from his weight.
"Just lay still, don't make a sound, and relax. Everything will be all right." He leaned back and slid his feet under the blankets.
"No, everything won't be all right, get out of my bed." She laughed and accidentally glanced over to the half naked man lying beside her.
BIG MISTAKE. The finely toned torso was tanned and beyond perfect. His muscles stretched beneath the tight skin and each time he took a breath…. She looked away.
"Just don't touch me." He winked at her and slid down to rest his head on his hand with his elbow on the pillow, lying sideways to face her.
"So, you aren't leaving?" She asked as she finally just slid down and pulled the covers up and held tight.
"I think we figured that part out there girlfriend. Now go to sleep." He winked again at her and leaned toward her.
"What are you doing?" She asked as her hands met his bare chest.
"The light switch is on your side." He answered as he reached across and flipped the light off. "Oh, and I said don't touch me. I can not and will not be held responsible for what happens if you get too carried away with those actions Mrs. Sherwood." He laughed as she cursed quietly at him.
Denise didn't think she would be able to sleep at all knowing there was a man in the bed beside her. But when the sun broke through the curtains blowing softly in the morning breeze, she took a deep breath and felt relaxed, at ease and just so many things it was hard to explain. That's when she realized there was a heavy arm draped over her as she lay on her side, against something soft and hard at the same time. She felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and started to instantly stiffen. She felt him move his mouth closer to her neck and tighten his grip around her waist, pulling her even closer to his body.
"You finally awake?" He whispered in a sexy morning growl.
"You're touching me." She laughed and tried to move his arm only to have him tighten his grip on her.
"I told you last night not to touch me. I can't…" He started.
"Be responsible, I did NOT touch you except when you shut the light off." She interrupted.
"Oh you were all over me in your sleep Denise. Don't tell me you don't remember all that. I'm hurt." He laughed as he rolled over on his back, releasing her.
She turned over on her other side to face him. "I did not. You lie."
"Ya I do. I'm not sure when I snuggled up to you but you lived didn't you?" He asked and laughed as she pulled the covers up over his face.
"Yes. Now can you please tell me why you had to sleep in here?" She pleaded.
"I'll put it this way. You did a lot of thinking yesterday. You had the chance to have an affair and you didn't. You aren't ready for that yet. If you do and I'm not saying you will or won't but still, you had the opportunity and you passed it up." He looked back to her and noticed the solemn look on her face.
"I want to kiss you right now." She whispered.
"Well don't let me stop you." He whispered back.
He moved his hand up to cup her face as she moved toward him. When their lips were a breath away, she stopped, opened her eyes and looked him in the eyes. He smiled and closed the distance, meeting her lips in a wanted passionate kiss. She moved closer to him and felt his other hand move to her hip, gently touching the exposed skin where her tank top had ridden up a bit. She felt her heart jump about a million beats and a feeling of warmth spread throughout her body.
"ANYONE WANT TO GO FISHIN?" Sam pounded on the door causing the two of them to break apart.
Denise's eyes grew large and she started laughing as Jack pushed her back down on the bed and smothered her face with a pillow. She quickly shoved it away and was met with his lips on hers once more. When he broke quickly away he shook his head.
"That was not where that conversation was supposed to lead. You are an evil temptress Mrs. Sherwood." He pointed his finger at her and climbed out of bed, slowly, over the top of her, stopping and quickly kissing the tip of her nose.
"You need to go back out on the lake and think some more." He snorted as he pulled a pair of beige cargo shorts on and a green Hanes t-shirt over his head. "See ya downstairs." And with that he was out the door and down the stairs, following the smell of fresh cooked bacon.
When Denise finally arrived in the kitchen, she found everyone around the table laughing and discussing the plans for the day. Jack was leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee and gently pushed a filled cup to the side for her. The sight was unnoticed by all but one man. She caught his eye and smiled receiving a worried look in return.
"Did you sleep well Denise?" Harriet asked.
"Uh, yes." She ducked her head and busied herself with doctoring her coffee.
"Did Jack behave himself? Didn't hear a peep out of the two of you last night." Harriet laughed.
Denise covered her laugh with her hand and gripped the edge of the counter for support as she knew there was no way she could turn and look at the group let alone answer that question. She was shaking from her laugh and finally gained her composure and stole a side glance at Jack with pleading eyes to save her, hoping he understood what she meant.
"The crickets were pretty loud last night." He announced as she burst into laughter again.