Chapter 1 #2
This past weekend had been hell. Jack had been arrested for a murder he didn’t commit.
She knew he’d killed since retiring. She wasn’t stupid or blind to what the club did.
But Jack wasn’t evil, and he would never kill a woman without cause or reason.
As annoying as Dixie Gilbert had been, she hadn’t been worth a bullet.
But seeing her man in jail? That was something she wasn’t sure she’d get over anytime soon.
At least the DEA agent who’d arrested him had left him in Mount Grove’s jail, where Jenna had easily been able to visit him and Carlos, the town’s sheriff and a family friend, had allowed Jack out during the day to be with her.
They hadn’t been allowed to leave the station, and one of his deputies had always been with them, but Carlos would not allow Jenna to sit in a jail cell with Steel and she wasn’t about to leave her husband.
Even if he was guilty, she wouldn’t have.
Jenna ran her fingers through the thin, gray hair coating Jack’s chest. He’d never been overly hairy, but she liked the little fuzz that defined his chest. “How’s your back?”
The jail cell had had a single metal slab against the wall for him to sleep on.
Jenna had bought a blowup mattress for him, which technically was against the rules but she didn’t care.
Unfortunately, neither of them were young anymore.
Jack had refused to allow Jenna to sleep on the blowup mattress or even the cot Bulldog had offered to have brought in for her.
He wouldn’t rest until she agreed to go home and sleep in their bed.
For his sake, Jenna had complied, though she’d done so under protest.
But Jack’s back had been killing him since the second morning in jail.
After their reunion yesterday with the club, including meeting Pumpkin’s ol’ lady and the six-year-old daughter he hadn’t known existed, they’d returned home with the intent to shower but had ended up sitting in the bathtub together for hours.
Jack put his hands to her hips, running his rough palms up and down her thighs.
Once, he would have quickly rolled them, using his immense strength and core muscles to rapidly flip their positions.
Now, he gently ran a hand up her spine to support her neck while the other wrapped around her lower back to guide her as he maneuvered their bodies in a controlled roll.
Somehow, it was even sexier than when he used to pick her up and toss her onto their bed.
The soft mattress formed to her back as Jack held himself over her, her hips cradling his.
His morning erection lay stiff and ready against her mound.
Menopause had hit her hard a few years back, but her desire for this man had never dwindled.
She loved how Jack never looked at her differently, even as her body changed over the years.
But he swore to her that his love was eternal, regardless of how saggy his balls or her boobs got.
“My back,” he said, rubbing his cock along her slit, “is sore.” He lowered his mouth to kiss along her jawline. “But I will never be too sore to make love to you.”
Jenna’s hands shook slightly as she ran them along the strong muscles of his back.
Even after leaving the Marines and nearing the Big 6-0, his body was pure muscle.
She never thought tattoos would be such a turn-on, not until Jack had gotten his first. Now she couldn’t stop touching them.
She even had a few of her own, including a starfish on her back, below her right shoulder.
With her therapies, medication, and exercise, she’d been doing really well.
Other than the time she’d fallen in the shower over six months ago, her flare-ups were mild.
She knew she was lucky, that they could be a lot worse, especially at her age.
More often than not, her symptoms were numbness in her limbs and fatigue.
She used to be able to go all day in her store, plus church activities and being with her kids.
But now the simplest of tasks wore her out.
Especially stairs. But the one activity she would never give up was making love to her husband.
Jenna arched her back, needing to feel the hardness of his rigid cock against her clit.
No other man had ever touched her body, no other man ever would.
Jack knew her like he was a master violinist and she a Stradivarius.
Sometimes, it felt like he knew her better than she knew herself.
The times they’d experimented, he’d known when to push or when to pull—even when she hadn’t.
Despite the heat she felt for this man, her post-menopausal body sometimes was slow to the party. Like now, she was far too dry to even attempt to take him. But Jack never lost a step. He pulled the vaginal lubricant from the drawer in their headboard without missing a beat.
Jenna spread her legs wider as he applied some to his left fingers before sliding his hand down between their bodies.
Her hips were not as flexible as they once were, and Jack knew just how much pressure to put on her pelvis before backing off.
His wet fingers against her clit sent heated shivers up and down her spine.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
Jack moved his lips from her jaw to her mouth in a heartbeat. Their tongues dueled, knowing this dance. They were never more in tune with each other than when they kissed. Throw sex and everything else out the window, Jenna would never give up kissing Jack Duncan.
She remembered their first like it was yesterday.
She hadn’t seen it coming, waiting for him by his high school locker.
He’d been coming from gym class and was late.
It was only afterward that she’d learned, he’d been in that hall nearly the entire time.
Just watching her, marveling at the fact that she wanted him, the boy from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks.
The boy with worn shoes and jeans a size too small, with a secondhand bike he’d modified so he could take his sister around town since he was too young to drive.
Then he’d walked right up to her and claimed her.
It was still the best fucking kiss of Jenna’s life.
He continued to work his fingers around and over her clit, the maestro of her body.
Jenna’s nipples were tight peaks against his chest, the light matting of hair rubbing the sensitive tips.
Her fingers traced over her name where it was tattooed on his back.
He had her name in multiple places on his body, along with their kids’ and grandson’s, but the one on his back was the biggest and her favorite.
He’d even added Ollie’s name after they’d adopted him.
He lowered his fingers, pressing into her opening.
Even with the lube and clitoral stimulation, it took some doing to get her wet enough for his cock.
Steel was a big man, and despite the years and experience she had taking him, menopause had practically put her back to Square One.
At times, it reminded her of their first few sexual experiences, where they fumbled as they tried to gain a rhythm.
There were a couple of times in the beginning where they’d learned the hard way that skipping foreplay was not a good idea.
Jack took his time, using his fingers to stretch her.
So much attention would have once caused her to have multiple, mind-blowing orgasms. The fact that her body did not react as it once had did not make her feelings for Jack or their lovemaking any less.
If anything, it added to them, because he never faltered, never even contemplated that her older body was not worth his time or attention.
When he notched his cock at her entrance, her body was shaking, anticipation and passion warring with fatigue.
They’d figured out the hard way that missionary was best for her.
A few months ago, Jenna had tried to ride him.
It was one of her favorite positions, loving the way he fit inside her even more from that angle.
But unfortunately, she’d barely started to move on top of him before she lost her balance and collapsed over onto the mattress beside him.
She’d been fine, and had tried to assure him that she didn’t need to see Tessa, but he’d insisted.
The muscles and stamina needed for her to be the one on top were just not possible anymore and it had caused her to have a small flare-up.
Other than their first few times of having sex as bumbling teenagers, missionary hadn’t been a position they used often.
There were just so many more…adventurous positions, and Jenna loved the times that Steel let her take control during sex.
There was nothing like bringing her strong, resilient, unbendable man to his knees.
But those times were over, and there wasn’t anything wrong with that. Like when he’d been injured during a deployment or she was recovering from childbirth, they adapted. And what amazed Jenna the most was how, so many years later, they were still gaining new experiences together.
Boring? There was nothing boring about making slow, passionate love with Jack Duncan.
A small gasp left her as he pushed inside.
No pain, but a definite pull on her unyielding inner muscles.
Even with the daily post-menopausal Kegel exercises she did, it was still a stretch.
A part of Jenna loved it, because it was Jack.
The feel of him, the physical expression of their bond and love for one another, would never be something she would take for granted.
Her nails dug into his back as he pulled back before pushing forward again. He paused, still working her clit as he let her body adjust to him.
“Jack,” she breathed into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jen,” he groaned, pushing all the way inside of her. “How do you take my breath away even after all this time?”