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A Helpful Hand (LustLove & Jace Bennett)

LustLove

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Sep 5, 2012
Location
USA
The shrill alarm escaping from the clock nestled on the bedside table woke Julianna Morris from her pleasant slumber at exactly 8:00 am. Reaching over to hit the snooze button, she rolled over and sat up, her dainty feet hanging off of the side of the bed before hopping up and heading into the bathroom. When she glanced back for a moment, she found that her husband, Richard, wasn't laying beside her. That was normal, it was a Tuesday morning and he left for work about an hour. He typically woke up two or three hours before her alarm and prepared himself for work along with taking care of a few errands on the farm. Richard had a job in the city, at least a forty-five-minute drive from where they lived, as a construction worker. He worked full-time from 7:00 in the morning to around 7:00 or 8:00 in the evening, depending on how soon it got dark. Although he was gone a majority of the day, Julianna never had a problem with staying on the farm by herself. But today she wasn't too fond of having to be here alone, with a stranger.

Last night, very late last night, a man arrived on their doorsteps asking if any work needed to be done. Such a strange request from a man they've never met before in their life and although Julianna was polite enough to not slam the door in his face, she didn't want him entering her home either. But Richard insisted that he was completely harmless, let him inside the house, and they spoke for a while before she was informed that the man would now be staying with them for a while. That was not something the woman had wanted to hear. He could be some kind of serial murderer or rapist, traveling from state to state, offering help then bludgeoning the family that became his victims. Julianna and her husband argued about the decision for a short moment before he silenced any of her arguments by saying it was final. She knew there was no need in fighting him once he had made up his mind.

They needed the help more than anything and her husband was willing to take the risk of allowing this potentially dangerous person into the comfort of their home. Richard and Julianna had inherited the farm from a deceased relative from his side of the family. She had always thought it was a terrible idea, but he didn't want to give up the land. So they moved there though neither of them knew how to maintain a farm and now they were up to their necks in daily chores that needed to be completed. Julianna quit her job at the dentist's office and decided to run the farm while Richard kept his job and kept them afloat. But with just a little of his help, it was hard of her to keep track with everything that needed to be done along with keeping their home clean and cooking. And though her height was an advantage, standing at 5'8, some of the work was too much for her small frame to handle without concern of injury in case she needed to move around something heavy. She had asked him about hiring some help, but he refused, claiming they didn't have enough money yet he allowed a potentially dangerous individual to work for practically free. Julianna would have rather sold the land than be placed in this predict, but it wasn't up to her. Their financial struggles and the stress of their predicament were causing a rift in their marriage and hopefully this would be a solution.

After brushing her teeth and running cool water over her face, she pulled her golden blonde locks behind her ear and tied her hair with an elastic band and brushed her bangs aside to move her hair out of her tired, deep brown eyes. She then tugged on a pair of dark blue jeans that accentuated her lean legs and gentle curves, a loose fitted white t-shirt, and a pair of heavy duty boots. Climbing down the stairs, she passed by the living room and kitchen to travel further down the hall until she reached on of the doors where the spare bedroom was located. Knocking lightly, she patiently waited for a response. It was earlier so she hoped he wouldn't mind, but Julianna needed to show him a couple of things, make sure he knew what tasks needed to be completed. Richard usually left her a note reminding her of all the things that were to be accomplished for the day, but she would be passing this information onto their guest.
 
The goliath of a man slowly rose his toned and tanned frame from the bed that was just a bit too small to fully contain him, quietly yawning and raching his body in a smooth and graceful motion. Cracks and pops echoed out from his muscled flesh as he rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes to try and clear the morning haze from them, another large hand sweeping slowly through his black locks of hair. Dark blue eyes scanned the small spare bedroom that the couple had been nice enough to give him. It was a warm and enclosed space to stay in, so the fact that his rather tall body didn't quite fit into the normal-sized bed didn't really bother him a single bit. He would have been surprised if they had actually had a bed that properly fit his fit frame. Slowly standing tall, taking his time with each and every little motion, Jace took a few more seconds to gather his bearings. He had woken up much earlier but hadn't moved a muscle, had merely listened to everything awaken around him. He had heard Richard slowly plodding around and getting ready for what Jace assumed was a job, had heard animals on the farm start to rouse from their slumber, then had heard the soft and steady beep of the alarm clock going off. That must be the pretty little wife.

He moved to where he had sat his small brown suitcase in one corner of the room, tugging it out from under an old dresser that didn't seem like it saw all that much use. Flipping open the latches on either side, he popped open the top half and let it fall back, exposing the neatly folded clothing underneath. Picking out a pair of simple blue jeans that he knew hugged his package, thighs and ass rather nicely, Jace slowly tugged them on over his bare and muscled legs, cinching them tight around his v-lined hips with a leather belt. Grabbing a pack of candy cigarettes, an odd habit of his, Jace popped one into his mouth before hearing a knock at the door.

Figuring it was the wife (Julianna, if he recalled?) Jace strode quickly over the wooden floorboards of the old farmhouse towards the nearby door. Grabbing the old-fashioned brass handle, he twisted and pulled, answering the door completely shirtless. He stood there silently for a moment, powerful and defined upper half on shameless display, somehow managing to look as if he had put effort into his appearance without actually doing a thing. His dark eyes held hers for a moment, this odd and silent power hanging in the air around him as he studied her. No, it wasn't power. It was confidence. It was silent arrogance almost. And he wasn't just studying her, it wasn't that simple. The stranger was actually openly admiring Julianna. By the time she had realized, there would be the slightest of smirks curving his lush lips.

Then the moment was gone as quickly as it had originally come, leaving the stoic and polite-looking man that had so timidly asked them for room and board the night before. When she spoke, there was a soft husk to his words, some sort of overseas accent that marked him as the foreigner that he truly was. "Hello, ma'am. Once again, I appreciate what you and your husband are doing for me. I want to get started on helping out around the place as soon as I can. Just show me what to do." He stretched against right in front of her as if completely unashamed of his bare flesh, the toned muscle rippling and flexing in a simple and subtle show of primal power. Then he turned, heading back to the red and white flannel shirt he had pulled out of his suitcase, tugging the fitted top on over his tanned muscle, the material hugging it rather nicely as he turned back towards her.
 
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