Jack and Angie

Chapter 8


Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. There was no reasoning with the Latino girl and the next thing she knew, Angie found herself in the passenger seat of Sofie’s car as they tried to find the address that Sofie overheard Bobby telling Angel.

“If Jack gets mad at me again Sofie, I am holding you entirely responsible.” Angie muttered at the sight of Bobby’s car parked around the corner.

Sofie was still yelling in Spanish, which normally Angie understood, but Sofie was speaking it so fast that Angie could only catch a few words here and there. When Sofie stopped the car, jumped out and started yelling at the top of her voice about burglars while she honked the horn, Angie quickly got out and tried to plaster an “I don’t know her and I don’t know what this about’ expression on her face.

The boy’s piled out of the house and Jack stalked over to her while Bobby and Angel tried to quiet Sofie down as she stood there yelling at Angel at the top of her considerable lungs.

At the pissed look on Jack’s face, Angie asked meekly, “Are you mad?”

He clenched his jaw and said in a seething voice, “Thirty.”

“Huh?” Angie had no idea what he was talking about.

Jack eyed her beadily as he explained with deadly calm, “Seeing as you seem to have a problem with learning to keep you sweet little ass in the house when I tell you to, and this it’s the third time you did it, I am going to spank that ass thirty times. Then, if you still can’t learn to listen, it will move up to forty. Got it?”

Angie gulped with apprehension as her panties flooded with wetness. Deciding a show of remorse was a good option at the moment; she nodded like a good girl and tried to look repentant. Jack snorted his disbelief at her easy surrender and grabbing her by the hand, dragged her to where Bobby and Angel were talking to the lawyer. Depositing her next to Jerry, who was trying without much success of making Sofie shut up, he snarled, “Keep an eye on this one too Jer.”

Angie had to hold back her laughs as Bobby pushed the lawyer into the snow and pulled his shirt over his head and proceeded to smack him with an open hand on the soft flesh of his stomach. She turned her attention to Sofie and Jerry. Between the two of them, they got Sofie back into her car.

As Angel came to drive her home, Jack grabbed her elbow and dragged her to Bobby’s car where he pushed her into the backseat and climbed in beside her. Jerry and Bobby talked for a minute and then Jerry got into his own car to go back to his family and Bobby got in the front, muttering about nightclothes and too much information. Bobby and Jack filled her in on what the lawyer said on the way home.

As soon as they got to the house, Jack marched her right past the still arguing Sofie and Angel and up to his room. Closing and locking the door behind them. Jack looked at her with his expression unreadable. Angie gave him a sly look as she sashayed over to where he still stood up against the door and ran her fingers down his shirt to the waistband of his jeans as she kissed him hotly.

When he started to respond to her, she sank to her knees and nipped at his jean clad erection. She unbuttoned his pants as he watched her with glittering eyes and a tell tale flush along his cheekbones that told her that he was highly turned-on. He started to tremble as she licked at him and buried his hands in her hair. She took his length into her mouth and sucked. With a growl, he pulled her to her feet and she linked her arms around his neck with a small smirk as she ground her pelvis up against him. Jack gave a small groan, clutching her ass in his hands, he spun her around and her back hit the door with a thud. He pulled the shirt over her head as he said, “What was the point of sending anyone to get your clothes when you are always wearing mine, humm?”

Angie didn’t respond right away as she obediently raised her arms so he could remove the shirt. After he tossed it to the floor, she said simply, “It smells like you.” Before they started kissing again. As he removed her jeans and underwear, he looked up the length of her body and returned the favor, making her gasp, moan and start to pant before taking off his own jeans, grabbing a rubber out of his pocket before throwing them on the floor. Stepping up flush against her, he ran his hands over the length of her arms before pulling them above her head to grip the top of the inner door frame.

He hurriedly slipped on the condom before gasping her legs and hitching them up on his waist and entering her with one hard thrust. Slamming into her hard enough to make the door shake. He hissed at her tightness before pulling out slowly and then slamming back into her again. After a few minutes, he picked up the pace and fucked her mercilessly, pounding right through an orgasm before letting up. He stopped when she was a trembling mess in his arms and pulled out of her. She watched him through half closed eyes as he stood there smirking at her.

“Did you think I was kidding about the spanking Angie? Or did you think you could soften me up with a blow job and change my mind?” He said with a glint in his eye as he saw her body’s response to his words. Taking her by the hand, he bent her over the end of his bed and moved behind her.

A long time afterwards, she didn’t wake up when he put her exhausted body into bed, climbed in beside her, covering them with the blankets and pulling her close.

The next morning, Angie woke up in bed alone. She took a moment to stretch and smile to herself as she remembered last night. He had kept his word and spanked her with small stinging slaps as they had sex. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, that was not Jack’s style. He had been abused too much as a kid in the foster system to get off on any kind of real pain like that, but he had definitely given her body, unused to any sexual activities, a workout. It was just hard enough to make her squirm and make her remember it when she sat down.

She got out of bed and winced as the soreness between her legs and on her ass where Jack had spanked her. She eventually got up and pulled on the shirt Jack had worn the night before and her jeans before leaving the room on the way to Bobby’s old room to get a change of clothes for a shower, wondering to herself why she just didn’t move her things into Jack’s room. As she passed by the open bathroom door, she saw Angel talking to Bobby who was sitting on the toilet and Jack had his head poked out of the shower as she heard him tell Angel, “Rug burn. You’ll live.”

They all looked at her and the way she was walking gingerly due to the not-entirely-unpleasant ache between her legs and every one of them smirked, but none more than Jack. “Oh shut up!” she snapped as she kept walking, or rather hobbling.

“Jesus Jack, what did you do to the poor girl?” she heard Bobby guffaw while Angel busted out laughing.

She stopped in her path long enough to say loudly, “Jack Mercer, if you dare answer that question there will NOT be a REPEAT PERFORMANCE anytime in the near future!!” Satisfied she had cowed her man when her statement was met with only the sounds of Angel and Bobby’s cackles, she continued on her way. She gathered what she needed for her shower. She lay back down on the bed in Bobby’s old room to wait for at least Bobby and Angel to vacate the bathroom and the next thing she knew, Jack was shaking her gently awake. She blinked up at his towel clad form.

“I drew you a hot bath baby. That will get rid of the soreness better than a shower.” He said with a smug look. He couldn’t help it. He knew it was juvenile, but having her totter past the bathroom looking like it hurt made his chest swell with pride at the evidence of the long, hard fucking he gave her. But seeing her sleeping in Bobby’s old bed made him feel a little sorry. He had never been that rough with her before when they were together, but after not having had her for the last four years; it was like their bodies were starving for each other and taking things slow and easy was impossible.

Knowing that if he waited for her to make it to the bathroom by herself, they would still be here next week, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Standing her up long enough to remove her clothes, he swung her up again only to deposit her gently into the bathtub. He knelt down beside her and started washing her with the cloth he grabbed from the dresser that his mom had always kept in the bathroom to store the towels. She purred when he massaged her foot as he washed it.

He started to quietly tell her about the life insurance policy that Angel had found out about and how he and Bobby were going to go talk to a city councilman named Douglas. He confessed his fear to her that Jerry was somehow involved with their mom’s murder. At that point, she cupped his face in her hands, giving him a soft kiss and said that even if it was about Jerry’s business plans getting shut down, that that didn’t mean that Jerry had any idea about it. She would never believe that Jerry would do anything that would lead to the cold blooded murder of Evelyn.

Jack was silent for a while as he continued to wash her. When he was done, he told her to stay there and soak for a while and he went to go get dressed. Angie relaxed back in the tub and thought about all that they had learned in the last few days. In her heart, she felt that the business with Jerry was probably the reason Evelyn was killed, but she also knew without a doubt that if it was true, then Jerry didn’t know anything about it. Jerry had loved Evelyn just as much as the rest of them did and there was no way he would knowingly so much as bend a hair on that woman’s head out of place.

She frowned as she thought how Jerry had been paying all of Evelyn’s bills when it became apparent that her pension was not going to cover everything. Jerry had once confided in her his dream of moving with Camille to California and purchase a small winery, but after Bobby, Angel and then Jack all left, he had buckled down and been the responsible one that he had always been. Staying in Detroit and working hard to take care not only of Camille and the girls, but his mom as well. She doubted that any of the others had even known about his dream of rolling hills covered with grape trees.

Jack came back to kiss her as he and Bobby prepared to leave to talk to this Douglas guy. She could tell that he was upset. But she had no idea what to say to him to make him feel better, so she just kissed him and told him the usual, “Be careful.” And he replied with his habitual, “I will baby.”

She hauled herself out of the bath and dried herself. Deciding that now was as good as time as any; she went and collected the four bags of clothes that Angel and Sofie had brought from her house. She wanted to go see it for herself, but knew that Jackie would not be happy about that and she wasn’t really up for another spanking just yet. The bath had made her feel better, but not that much better.

Instead, she went downstairs and got a cup of coffee and returned upstairs after talking to Sofie for a while, she spent a few hours cleaning up Jackie room, or rather, their room and put all of their clothes away in the dresser drawers and the closet. She placed the framed photos of Sebastian that had not been smashed around the room on the nightstand and the desk as well as the shelf above the bed. Changing the sheets, she picked up all the dirty clothes and took them to the small utility room where the back door was located next to the kitchen and started the laundry.

Walking into the living room where Sofie was watching television, they chatted for a while and agreed on what to make for dinner. Angie sat with Sofie as they watched Sofie’s soap opera’s all afternoon, Sofie busy explaining the various plotlines during the commercials, so that she wouldn’t miss the day’s developments. Angie had never liked soaps. She thought it a major waste of time actually. All the people involved did nothing but bed-hop from one person to the next. If she wanted to waste her time on that, all she had to do was walk around the block and talk to anyone that happened to be outside. There was never any shortage of drama in Detroit.

They decided to make beef stew for dinner and set out peeling and slicing all the veggies. They had a small argument about how much hot sauce to put in. Sofie liked it spicy, whereas everyone else liked to keep their stomach lining intact. Angie finally put her foot down and declared that if Sofie put so much as one more dash of hot sauce into the stew, Angie would pick the lock on Sofie and Angel’s door and then lock Bobby in their room with them so that they could deal with the smell when it gave Bobby and Jack gas in the middle of the night.

Sofie grumbled that she would just add the hot sauce to her bowl. No one wanted a repeat of the time when they were sixteen and went on an overnight trip to an upstate concert by Metallica and Sofie had brought over extra spicy tamales. They had had to share a motel room with the guy’s and Bobby’s then girlfriend of the week. After Bobby ate the tamales, the rest of them had ended up camped out in the car for their own survival. And it was a small fucking car.

Angie unexpectedly smiled as the memory flowed through her mind. She had slept in Jackie’s lap and when the manager of the motel woke them all up by banging on the window, she found his face buried by her then-huge boobs. For a minute or two she had thought she had accidently suffocated him, but when he finally woke up, he replied that he would have died happy if that had been the case, making everyone crack up laughing. Sometimes she thought that the reason Jack had ever asked her out in the first place was because her tits had hit puberty before the rest of her did. She had been embarrassed about her boobs being so big when she had not yet developed any other womanly curves until he told her that they made him happy and that should be enough. She had decided he was right and never gave it another thought. He had been just as happy with the flare of her hips and her ass when she had eventually gotten them.

Jack had a way of making her feel like the most beautiful and desirable woman on the planet to him. It was a part of the reason that she loved him so much. She wasn’t stupid, she knew he had flaws. He was slow to trust anyone whose last name was not Mercer and he refused to talk about his past. He had only told her about some of the horrible things that had happened to him, the beatings and neglect he had endured, after they had been going out for almost two years and even then he had refused to bring up the subject since then. He could also be incredibly melancholy when he got into a funk. She had quickly learned that trying to coax him out of those moods was impossible and the only way to make sure that he didn’t drown in his depression was to just sit with him.

She couldn’t count how many times she had just sat in his room with him without saying a word for hours while he just strummed his guitar and she did homework or read a book. It was a good thing that she liked to read…a lot. He could also be wildly jealous. Which was probably why her pushing him away the way she did was the worst thing she could have done, but at the time, she knew it would be the best way to get him to leave.

She sighed as she spooned up bowls of stew for her and Sofie while Sofie grabbed a couple of the rolls for them out of the oven. They had just finished eating and Angie was washing their bowls in the sink while Sofie declared that she was going to make them some of what she called ‘drinkypoos’ which seemed to consist of mainly of hard liquor with a drop of cola on top.