Thread: A Helpful Hand (LustLove & Jace Bennett)

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.