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he found you out back already when he came home. the bags of soil were in the bed of his truck secure and a bag in his front seat with sunscreen he knew you’d forget to wear if he hadn’t bought some. you realized he’d found his way home when you heard his grunting as he heaved the bags around the house. his grumbling came out in a stream when he rested them against the house.

“‘m getting a bit too old for this, sweetheart. my back isn’t how it used to be.”

“such an old man,” you scoffed lightly. there was a soft smile on your face he couldn’t ever miss. “next you’ll be complaining about your knee.”

“i was thinking about going for my hips next,” jack shrugged, standing up straight to admire you.

with beads of sweat dripping down the back of your neck and hands covered in dirt, he still couldn’t help but find you endlessly attractive. your eyes, squinting aggressively at him in attempts to see him, he knew would be glistening in the sun under normal circumstances. there was a sort of elegance about you outside working on something you cared so passionately about.

“you’ve still got a few years until your hips give out, but nice try,” you claim.

with an exasperated shake of his head, jack disappeared into the house through the back door. you assumed he got sick of the heat and you didn’t blame him too much. it was already beginning to be miserable. so much for your nice day outside. still, you persist, refusing to accept defeat. you made a promise to yourself to get this done today, and you wouldn’t dare break that. besides, that last thing you want to do is admit to him that he was right. that it was too hot outside. so, you continued on, using the last bit of soil you had before bracing yourself to grab a new, much heavier bag than before.

he came back out when you were lugging over that new bag. you heard his scoff, something you learned to block out. he tended to scoff at everything. it was never personal. usually. you gave in and glanced over your shoulder to him. jack held out a glass over ice water to you in an instant. dropping the bag of soil where you needed it, you shuffled towards jack right after, grasping the slick glass from his hand.

“you’re not working yourself too hard, are you, sweetheart?” jack questioned. he already knew the answer from the way you gulped down the water.

you shook your head as you swallowed. “‘course not. ‘s just some gardening.”

“it’s also in the 90’s,” he pointed out. you shrugged.

he retreated back into the house after that. you gave him that look you always give when he worries too much. he at least said to holler if you needed anything, before sliding the door shut. the sunscreen he left beside the rest of the soil caught your eye. he knew you better than you’d like to admit.

you spent another hour outside planting your summer garden. your marigolds were in its new home, and so were his zucchini. if you hadn’t needed to tear up weeds and dig out some extra space for your flowers, maybe you wouldn’t have spent so long out here already. you considered getting a heads start a few days beforehand. time just slipped right past you. wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, you frowned towards the back door. you were beginning to accept defeat. at least, just for some ac and another glass of water.

jacks head popped up from where he was looking down to read the newspaper as you passed your way through the door. his reading glasses were hardly on the bridge of his nose, slightly askew from the sudden movement. in a weak attempts to contain his smile, he pushed the glasses up to rest against his curls, distracting himself.

“i didn’t give up,” you announced quickly. you knew he was going to poke fun at you. “i just needed some more water.”

“right,” he mused.

it was obvious how overheated you were becoming. your chest was heaving a little more than usual, sweat sticking to every inch of your skin. he noticed the way you began relaxing the more you stood in the cool air of the house. you took a long sip of water while standing by the sink, knowing you’d inevitably need a refill. you were so absorbed in the water that you didn’t notice jacks presence until he was right up on you. his heat radiated onto you rather uncomfortably.

right before you could complain about him invading your space, his fingers gently came up to the nape of your neck, dancing against your slick skin. he pushed upwards, tugging your hair off of you just enough. you exhaled deeply. taking that as a sign, he began carefully pulling your hair up into a loose ponytail, held up only by one of his broad hands. the other came down to the nape of your neck again. his thumb brushed delicately against it, swiping away beads of sweat from you. it was an incredibly intimate gesture that left your lower tummy fluttering.

“jack” you whispered out. your eyes glanced over to your left. he was leaning over to kiss the side of your clenching jaw.

“hm?” he responded, placing another kiss just right below your ear.

“‘s too hot for this.” the hair of your neck was nice, but his large stature nearly pressed up against your back was not. it was quite overwhelming.

“just tryin’t help,” he mumbled. the hand not in your hair traced down your spine until it found your lower back. “would a cold shower make you feel better?”

you looked out the window above the sink. there sat the mess you left. you were meaning to go back out and finish. jacks lips were kissing up your ear now until it got to the tip of it. he was making it awfully hard to care.

“it can wait til tomorrow, babygirl,” he soothed. “it’s not going anywhere.”

that’s when you finally gave into him. letting go of your hair, jack guided you to the bathroom. you frowned at the sudden loss of touch at your head. the only thing that stopped you from complaining was getting to watch him start the shower for you. the normal fog from the hot water you usually set never came. the air didn’t turn muggy. you were able to sit on the edge of the sink patiently without feeling suffocated.

your eyes were trained on him the entire time. you watched the way his large hands grabbed a soft towel, eyes flickering up to his large biceps bulging through his shirt. it was ridiculous how attractive he looked doing something so mundane. taking care of you seemed to come naturally for him.

with the water running and the curtain waiting open for you, jack shuffles towards you. big hands grip your hips pulling you towards him slightly. your legs part to accommodate his size. the closer he gets, the quicker you realize what exactly he was looking for, sliding your hands up his chest to eventually rest at his broad shoulders. his lips connected to yours, slightly chapped yet still tasting like the raspberry chapstick you bought for him.

“worked so hard today, princess,” jack mumbled against your lips. “y’deserve to relax.”

“oh yeah?” you questioned, an eyebrow quirking up as you look up at him. he nodded.

his fingers danced down to trace against the top of your shorts, breaching the fabric to touch the skin underneath. your face twisted when you realized what exactly he meant. biting back a smile, you give him a nod, too, allowing him in.

jack tugged off your flimsy shorts and your thin panties in one swift hook of his fingers. he let his touch linger at your ankles just briefly as he discarded your clothes to the ground. you adjusted yourself so your hands were resting on the countertop behind you, your behind propped up at the very edge. his hands smoothed up the back of your thighs until they reached beneath your knees, guiding them apart so he can have a clear line of sight of your glistening pussy.

“always so beautiful,” he mumbles, just moments before letting spit dribble from his lips.

he admired the way the glob slid down to your aching hole. carefully bracing the edge of the sink, he sank to his knees between your parted legs. you held them upright where he’d left them, despite a dull ache beginning to form in your body from trying to keep upright. he licked a broad stripe through your folds before you could think too hard on it, gathering up his spit and spreading it towards your clit.

if you smelled from the heat he didn’t show it, rather, he embraced it. his mouth began his slow assault against your pussy, licking at the saltiness of your skin, sucking gently on your throbbing clit. he didn’t seem to mind, either, that your legs came down to rest on his broad shoulders. he simply held onto the fat of your thighs. you heard a soft inhale from his nose as we worked carefully on your clit. small swipes of his tongue were in tangent with his thumb softly running against your skin.

jack didn’t rush. on days like these he doesn’t. you had nowhere to be and nothing better to do. and even if you did, he didn’t seem to care. he worked you up until you couldn’t take it any longer, fingers tugging at the roots of his hair, back arching without any warning. the suckling sound of his lips wrapped around your swollen clit made your neck heat up again. you came with his tongue assaulting your pussy and your thighs squeezing around his head.

when they were less tense, and your breathing evened out a little, his lips pressed small kisses on your inner thigh. he smushed his cheek right up against the softness of it like a pillow. there was a shin on his chin you were sure covered you, too. when he eventually stood up, you clawed at his tanned arms, nails scratching slightly at his freckles. his lips soothed the frown on your face quickly.