invite you to come over?” Her blush got brighter.
I waved the phone at her. “I heard my name. At least twice. Plus you called me .”
I looked over her shoulder. The cabin was dark, except for more of those damned Christmas tree lights. Lucky must buy them by the truckload. I could just make out the postcards, bumper stickers, and other souvenirs plastering the wall. It looked like a souvenir stand had mated with the better part of a pine forest, and her space heater was definitely a fire hazard. She needed a better place, a better life. What she didn’t need was me.
Except… yeah, I couldn’t stop the grin from curling my mouth.
“I’m better than BOB, but I’m a fair guy.” I promised her. “I’ll let you do a side-by-side comparison.”
HOLLY
The itty-bitty piece of concrete in front of my door certainly didn’t qualify as a porch . One good push, and Jacks would fall off. Except I didn’t want to push him away—I wanted to pull him close, closer, closest. Let any falling he did be for me. Crazy. That’s what I was.
Heat.
Desire.
Need.
It was that last one I had a problem with. I was independent and loving it. It wasn’t like it had been so very long since I’d had sex—even if my girl parts begged to disagree—but I didn’t do need. Not anymore.
Sex with Mark had been crazy good at the beginning of our relationship, but it hadn’t been enough. Love and orgasms might have gone hand-in-hand on my part, but I’d been stupid to assume it went both ways. I loved. Mark loved. I just made the mistake of assuming he’d loved me and that his feelings would last longer than three years.
One look at Jacks, and I wanted to make the same mistake with him. Preferably more than once. He slouched in the door, one arm on the frame, the other… that was the sneaky arm. Somehow, the hand attached to it had found its way to my hip, his thumb stroking over my hipbone in sweet, lazy strokes. It felt so good.
So good that I almost grabbed his hand, shoved it under my clothes, and gave him directions like my body was a paint-by-number kit and he was the brush. He could finish what I’d started in my bed, and we both knew it.
“I got to tell you something,” he said, his thumb making another pass over my hipbone. I froze, trying not to pant. How could one little touch set me off? What was wrong with me?
“You belong with me,” he continued. “Or I belong with you. Both. You picked the wrong man before, and I want a shot.”
Rub. Stroke. Sweet, sweet pressure on that one small, not-enough spot where we were connected. Somehow, I found my voice while my synapses misfired and melted into a stupid puddle of goo. “What do you think I am, a piñata or a shooting range?”
“I think you’re my Christmas present,” he growled, shifting closer. “I think I’ve been waiting a damned long time to open you up.”
I blinked up at him. Holy. Wow.
“You want to have sex?” I asked pointedly.
“That too.” His big hand tugged me closer, and my new up-close-and-personal position with the front of his jeans made his interest darn clear. Hard to miss an erection that impressive. “If you promise to behave, Santa’s gonna put you on his list.”
Apparently he was Santa in this scenario, which was a darn sight better than Lucky.
“Behave good—or behave bad?”
So I liked to have things clear. Sue me.
4
JACKS
“Fuck it,” I said. Playing by the rules had never been my thing, so why start now? She’d called, I’d come, and I’d even tried to have a genuine conversation with her. I wasn’t good at words, but kissing… yeah. I was betting I could do that good enough to make her scream. And if I didn’t get it perfect the first time, I’d just keep fucking practicing until I did.
“Jacks—” She stared up at me, all sorts of indecipherable emotions written in her eyes. Too bad she didn’t come with a secret decoder ring, but I was trying. Fuck. I was trying.
I grabbed her waist,
I waved the phone at her. “I heard my name. At least twice. Plus you called me .”
I looked over her shoulder. The cabin was dark, except for more of those damned Christmas tree lights. Lucky must buy them by the truckload. I could just make out the postcards, bumper stickers, and other souvenirs plastering the wall. It looked like a souvenir stand had mated with the better part of a pine forest, and her space heater was definitely a fire hazard. She needed a better place, a better life. What she didn’t need was me.
Except… yeah, I couldn’t stop the grin from curling my mouth.
“I’m better than BOB, but I’m a fair guy.” I promised her. “I’ll let you do a side-by-side comparison.”
HOLLY
The itty-bitty piece of concrete in front of my door certainly didn’t qualify as a porch . One good push, and Jacks would fall off. Except I didn’t want to push him away—I wanted to pull him close, closer, closest. Let any falling he did be for me. Crazy. That’s what I was.
Heat.
Desire.
Need.
It was that last one I had a problem with. I was independent and loving it. It wasn’t like it had been so very long since I’d had sex—even if my girl parts begged to disagree—but I didn’t do need. Not anymore.
Sex with Mark had been crazy good at the beginning of our relationship, but it hadn’t been enough. Love and orgasms might have gone hand-in-hand on my part, but I’d been stupid to assume it went both ways. I loved. Mark loved. I just made the mistake of assuming he’d loved me and that his feelings would last longer than three years.
One look at Jacks, and I wanted to make the same mistake with him. Preferably more than once. He slouched in the door, one arm on the frame, the other… that was the sneaky arm. Somehow, the hand attached to it had found its way to my hip, his thumb stroking over my hipbone in sweet, lazy strokes. It felt so good.
So good that I almost grabbed his hand, shoved it under my clothes, and gave him directions like my body was a paint-by-number kit and he was the brush. He could finish what I’d started in my bed, and we both knew it.
“I got to tell you something,” he said, his thumb making another pass over my hipbone. I froze, trying not to pant. How could one little touch set me off? What was wrong with me?
“You belong with me,” he continued. “Or I belong with you. Both. You picked the wrong man before, and I want a shot.”
Rub. Stroke. Sweet, sweet pressure on that one small, not-enough spot where we were connected. Somehow, I found my voice while my synapses misfired and melted into a stupid puddle of goo. “What do you think I am, a piñata or a shooting range?”
“I think you’re my Christmas present,” he growled, shifting closer. “I think I’ve been waiting a damned long time to open you up.”
I blinked up at him. Holy. Wow.
“You want to have sex?” I asked pointedly.
“That too.” His big hand tugged me closer, and my new up-close-and-personal position with the front of his jeans made his interest darn clear. Hard to miss an erection that impressive. “If you promise to behave, Santa’s gonna put you on his list.”
Apparently he was Santa in this scenario, which was a darn sight better than Lucky.
“Behave good—or behave bad?”
So I liked to have things clear. Sue me.
4
JACKS
“Fuck it,” I said. Playing by the rules had never been my thing, so why start now? She’d called, I’d come, and I’d even tried to have a genuine conversation with her. I wasn’t good at words, but kissing… yeah. I was betting I could do that good enough to make her scream. And if I didn’t get it perfect the first time, I’d just keep fucking practicing until I did.
“Jacks—” She stared up at me, all sorts of indecipherable emotions written in her eyes. Too bad she didn’t come with a secret decoder ring, but I was trying. Fuck. I was trying.
I grabbed her waist,
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