Part 2
By Diz
Jac returned to the kitchen to find Terry standing at in the sink. She came up behind him to place the empty mug to his side.
"Thanks,” he said, smiling as he lifted the mug to wash it. She slipped hers arms around him, easing her palms onto his flat stomach.
"Morning,” She said and kissed his shoulder, tongue darting out to soothe the marks she had left the night before. Marks! "Oh no!” a voice in her head gasped, "That means Adam must've!..,” She moved back, her face flaming, and made a dash for the bedroom. She got as far as the stairs.
"J! Stop!,” Terry said catching her arm. She turned and tilted her head back to look into his eyes.
"Strange feeling of deja vu,” she said.
"Isn't this where we came in?"
"More or less,” he replied smiling, "but you weren't so intriguingly dressed. Adam was right it is a good look.”
At the mention of her brother, she coloured anew, "He must have seen...Why couldn't you put a shirt on!” she demanded, embarrassment turning to anger. "It'll be all over the family by now!"
"Whoa, just a minute. Point 1- I didn't know I was gonna run into your lump of a brother, I was only scrounging up some tucker. Point 2- there wouldn't be anything to see if you hadn't been so...uh...enthusiastic,” he smiled.
"My apologies,” Jac said stiffly, "I thought you were enjoying yourself, well you needn't suffer any more!” she tried to turn away.
Terry grabbed her other arm, and shook her slightly. "Stop this,” he said firmly, "You know I enjoyed myself. Hell you nearly turned me inside out,” At his words she relaxed and he hugged her. "C'mon,” he breathed against her hair, "Let's eat.”
They moved back to the kitchen and pottered around pulling together a breakfast, which they ate at the kitchen table, chatting over odds and ends. He told her more about being in the Army, the S.A.S and then working for a K&R company. She told him what it was like to be the only girl in a four-child family.
"So, how did you end up your own boss?” she asked.
Terry went still, his eyes shuttered. "A while back I was sent on a job. It went a bit pear-shaped. The Insurance Company let them down, with this woman's husband left hangin' out to dry. I couldn't live with the guilt I felt when she looked at me as I left. So, I went freelance. Me and Dino got the husband and another high profile hostage out. It was, to quote Dino, "the stuff of legends man!” he smiled into his tea mimicking his friend. "Afterwards we used it to set up our own shop. Hell we were getting too old to run about jungles playing Rambo anyhow."
"So now you're a suit?” she smiled.
"Yeah, strictly white glove. No more fatigues or cammo paint."
"Adam got out too,” she said, "From the Army. But in his case it was a woman who changed his priorities. She was something else! So he married her. We were amazed; we always thought he was married to the job. Now he does private security."
"Women,” Terry said in an odd voice, “They are a dangerous proposition.”
Jac didn't know what to say in response and looked towards the clock on the cooker.9: 30 She groaned. "I gotta go. Not being my own boss I have work to do.” Standing and carrying her dishes towards the sink, Terry followed put his plate and mug down and pulled her back against him, resting his chin on top of her head.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” he asked as they looked out of the window and across the garden.
"I have a short run out with the youth team but other than that I'm clear,” she said. "The 3rds and Women are on a lay off while they trawl for players."
"Good,” he turned her in his arms, "Do you fancy a trip to the city, Dinner, a movie maybe a stop over?” he added with a studied, innocent puppy-dog look.
She laughed. "Sure, pick me up from here?”
He nodded, "I'll be at training to watch Henry, but he's off to stay at a mate's house so I'll come round after I drop him off." He left shortly afterwards, kissing her nose gently and smiling as he strode down the path.
Saturday arrived wet, and the youth team were less than enthusiastic, it became a bit of a mud fest. Jac was so intent on trying to motivate the boys that she had forgotten Terry's mention of his plan to be there. Once training was over she made some points to the team in the warm, dry dressing room and whisked out to give them privacy to change. Opening the outer door she barrelled straight into Terry.
"Oof!” he said taking a step back.
“We gotta stop meeting like this, my body can't take the physical punishment."
"Well you know what they say ,” Jac growled grabbing two handfuls of his jacket. "If you can't stand the heat..."
"Oh I like the heat,” he grinned, crowding her up against the wall with his body. "I like the heat a lot,” he breathed on her neck, stepping back from her with a smirk just before the dressing room door opened and the excited young players emerged. She looked across to see Terry standing beside Henry who at almost 16 was nearly as tall as his Dad, if not so powerfully built, but you could see the potential. He looked at his son. "Catch you at the car mate,” he said. "I want to have a word with Coach."
"Sure Dad,” Henry replied and with a quizzical look at his father, picked up his kit bag and left. Terry grabbed her hand and pulled Jac into the now empty dressing room. The door was barely closed as she was pushed back against it being thoroughly kissed. He lifted his head.
"God!” he gasped, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you standing out
there in the rain,” he kissed her neck. “That should keep me sane until we get
to
"Glad to be of service,” Jac simpered, batting her eyelashes at him. "Pick me up in an hour? What should I bring?”
Terry frowned in thought. "Em... something to sightsee in, something to wear to dinner, don't bother with pj's. Wouldn't want to tear 'em,” he leered.
"Oh my goodness,” she feigned a swoon. He chuckled, stepping back from her and waiting to follow her through the door.
“See ya,” he said jauntily, walking out to the car park.
The
trip to
"Thorne you fucker! Give me back my wallet!” Terry giggled and produced the article. Jac blinked in surprise.
“You must be slipping,” Wyatt said pocketing his wallet. Looking at Jac he said, “The last time, I was turning the place upside down for a week.”
“See ya mate,” Terry called steering her out of the main office into reception. He paused at the secretary’s desk. Handing her a credit card he said with a wink, “Give this to him in an hour.” The woman behind the desk lifted her eyes heavenward; it was obviously a common game. He was still giggling when they emerged onto the street.
“Okaydokey!” he said taking her hand, “let’s play tourist,” They spent the rest of the day looking at monuments, museums and art galleries ending up playing on swings in the park. There were smiles and kisses, laughter and serious talk. They had a fantastic time. Terry skidded his swing to a halt. “Let’s go, time to check in.”
Jac stopped swinging and said, “Where are we staying?”
“Wait and see,” he replied, pulling her from the swing and into his arms. “No wonder your brother calls you Titch, you’re just a scrap of a thing ain’tcha’?”
“I hate that nickname,” She scowled, “But the more I protested the more they called me it so I just had to put up with it,” They were walking side-by-side back to the park entrance.
“What about the middle brother? Gavin? What’s he like?” he asked.
“He’s my twin,” Jac said.
Terry stopped in his tracks and looked at her.
“He’s nothing like me,” she continued. “He’s quiet, considered, reserved. I think the personalities got switched when the eggs got hit.”
“What does he do?” he questioned.
“He’s a sculptor, works in wood, he’s very talented. But I may be a touch biased,” she finished proudly. Terry smiled, and they continued walking back to where they’d parked the car. A short drive saw them pulling into the driveway of a very plush hotel.
“We’re staying here!” Jac gasped.
“Well yeah,” he said in a passable imitation of Dino. As they got out of the car a valet came to carry the bags and another to take the keys to park the car. Checking in was smooth and they were shown up to a room door. Jac gasped again when they entered. It was a Suite. A warm relaxed living room gave a view out over the hotel gardens. The bellboy explained what the other doors were but she didn’t hear much, she was so stunned. Terry paid the tip and the young man left.
“Earth to Jac,” Terry called, “Good grief, she’s speechless! Quick take a piccy!” he laughed, dodged a flying sofa cushion, and advanced on her saying, “Truce,” and laughing some more. They explored the rooms, playing like children, switching on the T.V and buzzing the channels. In the bathroom they discovered a large shower and a sunken bath.
“Big enough to swim in,” Jac gaped.
“Big enough for two,” Terry said smiling. She blushed.
“Can’t believe you can still do that, working in rugby,” putting a finger under her chin he tilted her head to look into her eyes, he shook his head at her disbelievingly. “I thought you’d be tougher,”
“I’m not embarrassed,” she denied, squirming under his gaze, her face growing redder. “Not really. It was just what popped into my head when you said that.”
He looked puzzled then comprehension bloomed in his gaze. “Show me,” he said in a voice so low and rough it seemed to graze across her skin.
She blushed again but said, “O.K”
Jac ran the bath and put in scented bubbles, she returned to Terry and began to undress him. With his enthusiastic cooperation they were both soon naked under the fluffy bathrobes provided by the hotel. After testing the water gingerly with her toes, she got in and motioned for Terry to join her, sitting in front of her. She pulled him back to lay his head on her shoulder to give her access to his chest arms and shoulders. Taking up soap and a washcloth she began washing him, savouring the touch of firm muscle. She gently urged him to lean forward to give her a view of his strong back. She washed that too, massaging just enough to elicit groans of appreciation. Easing round him she turned her attention to his feet and legs, moving upwards all the time, finally paying careful attention to his now obvious erection. All this time, Terry had said little, other than groaning, but he now pinned her in place with a look that made her breath catch in her throat and her hands falter. He took the soap and washcloth from her nerveless fingers and said, “Sauce for the Goose,” And began to wash her.
By the time he reached her hips she was babbling incoherently, virtually begging him to assuage the boiling need his clever hands had caused. He pulled himself to his feet, hauling Jac after him. Lifting her, dripping, onto the vanity unit, Terry opened the mirrored cabinet on the wall beside them. “God, I love these fancy hotels,” he growled extracting a packet of condoms, “they think of everything.” Jac sat watching him as, without embarrassment, he rolled on the protection. He came back to her, pushing her legs apart and sliding in easily and smoothly. She was so turned on that after a very few thrusts she gasped and gave herself up to her climax. Moments later she heard a groan as Terry thrust even deeper into her and jerked spasmodically.
“Oh fuck!” he croaked, “You’re gonna kill me J!” Gasping for breath, he rested his head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and hugged tight.
“What a way to go,” she chuckled pulling his earlobe with her teeth.
“Woman, you are wild,” he said, pulling away from her to dispose of the condom. They had a warm shower and washed each other’s hair. A short time later they were snuggled together in their bathrobes, on the sofa with bottles of beer watching the T.V.
“Do you want to eat in or out?” Terry asked, absently stoking his fingers through her damp hair. “Room service is great here I’ve heard.”
“It’s pretty good so far,” Jac grinned rubbing her head against his palm like a cat. He smiled back.
“No,” she said getting to her feet, “let’s eat out. We should come up for air anyhow.”
“Go get changed then,” he ordered, “I’ll be through in a tick.”
She dragged herself off the sofa with a groan and made for the bedroom. Gathering her outfit from the wardrobe she went into the bathroom. She locked the door.
“Hey!” came a protest, “What gives?”
“No peeking,” she called, “I want to surprise you.”
“You’ve been doing that since I met you,” Terry replied.
She was soon ready to face him. She had chosen a pair of wide legged silk trousers and a deep blue silk shirt. When she stood still it appeared to be a conservative outfit but one step revealed that the trousers were side split to mid thigh, exposing tanned flesh and strappy sandals. The shirt wrapped over her chest and tied with a bow at the waist. A pale blue cashmere shawl would keep her warm. She had applied a little make-up and her hair shone. She opened the bathroom door and stood looking at Terry.
“O.k,” he said in an even tone, “Who are you and what have you done with Coach?” his eyes widened, taking in her bare legs as she stalked towards him. “Mmmm,” he said when she came close enough to nuzzle, “Do you really want to go out?”
“I didn’t go to all this trouble…” Jac said putting her hands on her hips.
“Relax,” Terry said, “I’ll be good, it’ll just drive me crazy that’s all.”
“Crazy is good,” she smiled wickedly. He looked so handsome in smart black trousers and white shirt with polished shoes that she almost forgot to breathe.
They had a marvellous meal and returned to the hotel well fed and happy. Morning found them cuddled together, gently kissing and touching, drifting in and out of sleep. Breakfast came via room service and they finally made it out of bed around mid-afternoon. Terry drove her home, but declined her offer to stay explaining that he had to go home and work, so she stood on the doorstep watching him leave with a wave.
Monday was a busy day; Jac had a lot of paperwork to catch up on and then dragged her body to the gym at night pushing it through a punishing routine. At home she showered and lay on the couch idly watching T.V. The phone rang; she snagged the handset and carried it to her ear.
“Christie’s home for the exhausted, how can I help you?” she said.
“What?” a voice said, “Sorry, wrong…. Jac? Is that you?”
“Terry!” She said sitting up, a smile spreading across her face, “How are you?”
“Missing you,” he said, “This is a very big bed to rattle around in.”
“Mmm,” she agreed. “I’ve been avoiding mine.”
“You sound tired,” he said in a gentle voice, “Take me upstairs and I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”
“Okay,” she said, getting to her feet feeling only the slightest bit silly. In her bedroom she dropped her bathrobe and reached for her nightshirt.
“Don’t,” a rough voice purred in her ear. “Don’t put your nightshirt on, I want to imagine you naked and blushing while I talk to you.” She blushed but complied, climbing under the blankets. “Are you settled?” he sounded so close that she nodded, then remembered that he couldn’t see her and whispered, “Yes.”
“Good,” he said, “Relax, close your eyes. Once upon a time…,” he began. Jac smiled and snuggled down into the mattress. “Once upon a time in a forest glade there lived a Sprite. She lived alone but played and laughed with her friends and made them happy, that was her gift. One day a traveller stumbled into her glade. He was tired and sore from his journey and he carried many scars from his adventures in the wild world. The Sprite was kind to him. She let him play in the games she had with her friends and she took the traveller to her bed. Each time they made love a magical thing happened.”
“Mmmm,” she said, “I remember.”
“Shhhh,” Terry said, “I’m not finished,” But she could hear the smile in his voice. “Each time they made love, a magical thing happened. The traveller's scars began to disappear one by one until there were none left and he was whole and happier than he had ever been,” he stopped.
“So do they live happily ever after?” Jac asked, eagerly.
“Dunno,” he said in a soft voice, “It’s just a story.”
“Oh,” she said feeling deflated.
“G’night Sprite,” he said and hung up. Jac settled further into the bed and dropped off to sleep, to dream of woodland glades and a scarred traveller whose eyes went from blue to green when he was happy.
On Tuesday, Jac got a call from the club.
“The 3rd 15 have scrounged up some players. Can you manage a run out tonight?”
“Sure,” she said, “No worries,” And then grimaced, the man was beginning to invade the way she spoke.
“See them around 8?” hanging up she settled at the desk to work up a plan.
The 3rd 15 were a mixture of ex 1st team payers who, either through age; weight gain; family commitments (or all three) couldn’t keep up the training they used to, and ex youth team players anxious to make the step up. It had taken Jac a while to convince them that she wasn’t just window dressing, but now they had an understanding and she enjoyed working with them. She arrived at the pitch to find them already out and engaging in a rough game of “Touch”. She stopped walking. A loose pass didn’t go to hand and the ball bounced and rolled to a halt at her feet. A familiar figure jogged over to pick it up. “What the…what are you doing here?” she demanded.
“Hello Terry, nice to see you Terry, how are you?” he grinned at her. “I thought I needed an outlet for my aggression. So here I am. Let me play Sprite,” this last plea came in a low voice and she closed her eyes remembering her bedtime story. She opened her eyes to find his blue eyes in a solemn face.
“O.k,” she said briskly. “But we play my way,”
Terry’s eyes flashed to green and he grinned, “On the pitch anyway,” Before she could make a come back he had jogged away.
The team trained hard and well and by the time they hit the showers Jac was exhausted. Refusing the offer of a pint from some of the team she changed her boots and went out into the car park. There he stood, muddy and grinning. “Race ya!” he challenged.
She ignored him and brushed past, 20 yard ahead she yelled, “O.k.!” and took off at speed. She heard a growl of anger but kept running. About half way home he eased alongside her, barely out of breath. Jac glared at him, her lungs beginning to burn. She made it home without slowing too much and collapsed on the step. Terry dragged her to her feet.
“Keys?” he demanded.
“Backpack,” she gasped. Once the door was open he flipped her over his shoulder, picked up her backpack and headed for the bathroom. When the shower was adjusted to his liking he stripped her of her training gear and shoes and put her under the water. After enjoying the heat for a few minutes she reached for the soap. A large hand closed over hers.
“Let me,” Terry said. She stood still while she was washed, massaged and rinsed. She groaned at the gentle pressure he exerted on her tired muscles. “You should ease up on yourself,” he said smoothing his hands down her arms and drawing her to him. “You’re good.”
“So are you,” she smiled up at him, and then dropped her mouth to lick water from his collarbone.
He grinned, eyes welcoming her touch, “I meant on the pitch.”
She lifted her chin. “So did I. With a bit of work you could be in the 1sts.”
“Nah, I like it where I am, in the 3rds,” he said with a wicked grin. “Less pressure, more fun, and the Coach is cuter!” he kissed her on the nose. “Go get dried and I’ll be out in a tick,” he shoved her gently out of the shower with a fond pat on her behind.
Jac dried off, put on her dressing gown, and went to the kitchen. The sound of his whistling made her smile.
Carrying a tray of pizza slices and bottles of beer Jac walked into her bedroom. Terry was there, hair damp and tousled, lying in her bed.
“Heaven,” he said leering at her, “A nearly naked serving wench come to assuage my hunger!”
She batted her eyelashes outrageously. “Oh, be gentle with me sir!” she pleaded, placing the tray on the bedside cabinet. Laughing she fell onto the bed wrapped in a bear hug. They rolled around; play wrestling, until she finally let him win, with Jac pinned to the mattress looking up into a face gone serious and unreadable. Terry shifted to brush her cheek with the tips of his fingers, bringing his thumb to rub backwards and forwards over her bottom lip. “I love you Jac,” he said. Her heart stopped and then started again with a jolt. She opened her mouth. “No,” he said, “Don’t say anything right now. I just wanted you to know,” he rested his forehead against hers for a moment and then sat up.
“Pizza!” he said with relish. Lifting 2 slices, he handed one to her and began to eat the other as if nothing had happened. They ate in companionable silence and then, cuddled against his chest, Jac fell asleep, lulled by the sound of his heart beating beneath her ear and his hand stroking her hair.
She woke alone. There was a note on the bedside cabinet, lying on top of a covered tray. She read, “Sorry luv, had to head back to London and you needed to sleep. You’re cute when you snore! I’ll see you Saturday at the cup final. Love Tx,” she lifted the cloth to find a plate of fruit salad, a glass of orange juice and a little piece of red paper in a heart shape with the word “enjoy,” on it. She laughed and tucked the heart under her pillow before attacking her breakfast.
The remaining days to Saturday flew past in a blur of training, planning and snatched phone calls to and from London. Saturday’s game was also a blur. End to end stuff with her team under pressure but they came good and left the pitch at half time level. The second half was tougher and Jac was almost beside herself. In the end her charges superior fitness won out and they ran out winners! What a rush!
The post match celebrations were stunning, culminating in a major clubhouse party. Jac was standing at the bar when a familiar voice said, “Congratulations Coach, totally amazing! You do provide G.B.R!”
“Dino!” she cried, turning to hug him and seeing Terry, over his shoulder standing with his arm round Henry, talking to Wyatt and Penny. He saw her and raised his drink in salute.
“Come and join us,” Dino said, lifting her pint. She accepted their congratulations and in turn praised Henry for his commitment. Penny was very kind and put her at ease. The men drifted off to the bar and she said, “You make him happy. I’m glad for him, he deserves it.”
“Thanks,” Jac replied, “It’s early days for us but he makes me happy too,” The men returned with fresh drinks and she saw a frown on Terry’s face as he looked from her to Penny and back again.
“Just girl-talk dear,” his ex-wife smiled as she took Henry’s elbow. “Come on Star player, time to go.” After a muted protest, a very tired Henry said goodnight and went with his Mum. The party continued with various people drifting/staggering up to talk, amongst them her brothers. It gave Jac a chance to introduce Terry to Gavin, who in turn extended an invitation to a family party the next night to welcome Callum home from tour.
“Be a pleasure mate,” said Terry.
Gavin slouched off in search of his wife and Jac said, “Don’t feel you have to come tomorrow, the family can be pretty heavy going.”
“No worries,” he grinned, “I’m tough, and I can always set you on them if it gets too full on!”
“Wheee!” Jac squealed as, hours later, Terry piggybacked her down her garden path.
“You okay back there?” he asked, trying to find her keys in her backpack.
“Couldn’t be better,” she grinned, then hiccupped, then giggled. The door swung open and she slid from Terry’s back to make her way through, putting out one hand to steady the building that had begun to sway alarmingly.
“Oh boy,” Terry said, “You really have tied one on haven’t you?”
“I am perfectly fine,” she retorted in a prim little voice, “I just need to sit down,” she began sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, resting her head on her up-drawn knees. “That’s better,” she heard Terry moving about. He returned with a glass of water and two painkillers.
“Take these,” the voice brooked no argument. She meekly complied.
“Up you come,” he offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet, draping an arm round her shoulders he began walking her upstairs. In the bedroom he undressed her and urged her under the covers from where she watched him undress, admiring the powerful body that emerged from the clothing. The moment he joined her, Jac shot across the mattress and wrapped herself around him.
“Hello,” she said kissing his neck and chuckling. “You taste good.”
“Thank you,” he smiled, kissing the top of her head.
“Mmm,” Sighed Jac, “I love you Terry,” and promptly dropped off to sleep.
When she woke a few hours later she was disoriented. She climbed out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, a washed face and brushed teeth made her feel better. She crept back into the bedroom.
“You okay?” came a voice from the darkness.
“Yeah,” she said in a low voice, “I’m just a bit embarrassed at my lack of tolerance for alcohol,” she slid into bed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Terry soothed, snaking an arm around her and hugging her to him, “It was illuminating.”
“What?” Jac looked puzzled.
“Sleep now,” he ordered softly, kissing her ear.
“We’ll talk later.”
“Humph,” she grunted, but snuggled close, soon feeling lethargic enough to fall asleep. When she next opened her eyes, the pearly light of early morning was just lighting the room. She turned her head to find Terry looking at her with a gentle smile.
“Good Morning,” he said, “How do you feel?”
Jac closed her eyes and did an inventory of her body. “Fine I think,” she said opening her eyes, “apart from a slight headache.”
“Good,” he said, his eyes darkening. “C’mere.” She obediently moved closer and received a gentle kiss that deepened quickly into a far more passionate encounter. They explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths, finding new ways to please each other. Soon the kissing and touching became a more urgent need.
“I need you,” she said. “Please Terry!”
He smiled into her eyes as he slid into her, making them both groan at the way it felt.
“Jac,” he croaked, “Don’t ever leave me.”
She smiled, smoothing his hair through her fingers. “I’m yours Tio, for as long as you want me. I love you,” she gasped then as he began to move on her, gently but determinedly guiding her to a climax that shook her with such force that she could only cry and hug him close as she felt him join her with a growl of her name. He collapsed bonelessly on top of her; she didn’t want him to move. He didn’t. His breath stirred the hair behind her ear. They lay together like that until Terry roused enough to shift off her. Jac groaned at the feeling of his body leaving hers. He climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom. When he came back he said, “Say it again,” his eyes were serious.
She frowned, wondering what he meant. “Oh!” she said smiling up into his face as she cottoned on. “I’m yours, for as long as you want me. I love you,” His smile became a grin as he came back into the bed and cuddled her close.
“Mine,” he said, tilting her head to kiss her possessively.
...TO BE CONTINUED