A gentle hand touched the small of her back. Jenna closed her eyes, leaning into the touch. There were so many different erogenous zones on the body, so many different places he could touch that lit her blood aflame, but it wasthismotion that made her feel cherished, precious. She wasn’t even sure if he remembered or understood the significance, but she would never forget the first time he touched her. It was her first day of sophomore year. She was the new girl at a small-town high school and terrified out of her mind that she wouldn’t make friends or fit in with a group of teens that had likely been together since pre-k.
But there was Jack, equally an outcast and yet so full of confidence. He’d placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her into that school building with his chin held high and his sister’s blanket hidden in his backpack.
Forty years later, it still had the same effect. As Scotty had recently inquired about, it was like Jack was lending her his strength.
“It’s time to call Cage,” Jack said, his lips close to her ear.
Jenna nodded, though she didn’t need to. Jack instinctively knew, and fuck, she loved that. Others marveled at how easily Tally translated for Scar, but Jenna saw it as a testament of theirconnection that went beyond their love. It was easy to fall in love with someone. Be it their looks, their humor, their money… It was hard learning to love theirsoul, and it was that bond that was unbreakable. When no words were spoken, and yet a thousand things were said.
Jack carefully scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and carried her down the stairs. Cage had slowly been modifying their house for them. The shower was first. He’d removed their old tub and replaced it with one that had a zero-point entry and a door in the side of the tub. It could still be used as a bathtub, but Jenna no longer needed to step over the side to enter when using it as a shower.
She now had bars on her side of the bed to help her stand and gain her balance. And he’d been slowly replacing all the carpeting in their home with hardwood or low-pile carpet. If he was adding a chair lift to their stairs, likely a ramp or another lift was going to be added to their front stoop and back porch.
She understood that the aids helped her and would prevent more frequent relapses, and she hated that she cared what society thought of her for having to use them. But she wanted to keep her independence for as long as possible.
She never wanted Jack to look at her and see her as weak.
“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re going to stop right now,” Jack said as he neared the last step.
Jenna laid her head on Jack’s shoulder. “I was thinking nothing, my love. Just enjoying the pampering.”
Jack snorted. “You hate being pampered.”
“I love it when you’re the one doing the pampering. Preferably naked.”
“Ew!” came from the kitchen area.
Jack turned his body in the landing so both of them could see Ollie standing under the kitchen doorframe with his backpack on and a travel mug of, knowing Ollie, herbal tea in hand. Hewas wearing extremely tight jeans and a large fluffy sweater in place of a winter coat. There was a good chance it belonged to Aaron. He also had Aaron’s letterman jacket and several of his football and basketball jerseys.
Likely they’d caught him on his way out the door to meet Bree and Aaron for school.
Jenna’s cheeks heated, but she still smiled at her youngest. “Oops.” Of course Ollie was still in the house. He wouldn’t have left without coming up to say goodbye to her first.
Jack, though, was entirely unapologetic. “Your parents still have an active sex life. Get over it and get to school.”
Ollie made a gagging face before stepping forward. Jack lowered Jenna slightly so Ollie could kiss her cheek. “Bye! I hope you have a good day.”
“You too, baby. We’re going to be heading to the shop soon.”
Ollie’s eyes flew up to Jack’s before jumping back to her. He tried to put on a brave face as he smiled and said, “Good for you.”
“I’ll be fine,” she told him, assuring.
Ollie didn’t look convinced until Jack said, “I’ve got her. Now get, and tell Cage I want to talk to him before he leaves for work.”
Ollie nodded and then hurried past them.
Jenna looked up at her husband as soon as the front door was closed. “Our sex life hasn’t been very active these days.” She put a pout on her face for emphasis. Jack spun them around and headed towards the living room instead of the kitchen. Jenna laughed, “Where are you going?”
“To amend a grave injustice. It’s been nearly four days since I last tasted your pussy.”
Heat simmered in her belly, and she felt herself start to grow wet between her legs. “We’re going to be late for work,” she pointed out, but not really caring.
“I don’t give a damn.” He gently dropped her onto the couch and then fell to his knees before her. After removing her shoesbut leaving her socks on so her feet didn’t get cold, he reached for her jeans, which he’d just putonher upstairs.
Jenna lifted her hips to help give him room to slide her pants and underwear down her legs. “You just told Ollie to tell Cage to come over.”
“No,” Jack corrected, tossing her garments aside. She could feel his hot breath on her inner thighs and it felt fucking amazing. “I said I wanted to speak to him. If the man’s smart, he’ll call.”
