Chapter 3 – Jasper Bright
SHE’S DRIVING ME CRAZY…SO WHY THE HECK DO I LIKE IT SO MUCH?
JASPER brIGHT
Ieye the window and groan when I see the sun starting to slip down and kiss the ground. Streaks of red and orange paint the last strip of daylight.
“Where the hell is she?”
She left hours ago. Yet I can still smell her all around me. The faint trace of soft florals and oranges kisses the air gently. Every time I breathe I could swear she’s right behind me and it’s really starting to mess with my fucking head.
Peaches grumbles at me from her little dog bed by the wall.
She shivers and I can feel the faint bite of frost on the air.
I need to turn the heat back up. Usually when I’m working I turn the heat down.
I feel like it helps my creativity but it’s not doing a damn thing for me now except point out that it’s fucking cold out there and she’s not back yet.
She doesn’t know Starlight Bay. She could be lost on some dead-end road and freezing to death while I’m standing here. She could have run off with some asshole who’s smiling at her because she’s so damn cute when she starts talking about Christmas that he can’t resist stealing her away.
Shaking my whole body, I growl. She’s not that cute. I mean, her hair is long and kinda flat-looking. The color is so mousy that it barely looks brown. It’s just plain. And her eyes are colorless and gray. She’s pale and there are little tiny freckles on her pert little nose.
She’s no beauty. Her full lips are too wide and rosy-pink. Her cheeks are a little too pale. She’s so tiny and she’s got a lot of curve for such a little woman. Wide hips, soft thighs, narrow waist that curves in and would be perfect for a man’s hands.
My dick jerks in my soft jeans and I straighten with a soft curse.
“I don’t need this shit. I’ve got shit to do.” Peaches yips and her little head comes up as she eyes me carefully with her melty brown eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. We don’t need her. She’s just a problem that needs fixing.”
But my heart bangs against my ribs when I hear a car pull up outside and then something hits the door with a loud thump.
“What the hell?” I mutter, stalking back out to open the damn door. The door isn’t locked. Why isn’t she coming in?
Unless it’s the police to tell me that she’s hurt or in the hospital. Breathless, I yank the door open and grunt when she looks up at me with a huge smile.
“Thank heavens! I could use a little help.” I glance behind her and see that the back seat of her little car is stacked high with bright, shiny holiday crap.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, tilting my head back. “You weren’t kidding about the decorating.”
“Nope,” she huffs, grabbing a bag and dragging it across the doorstep.
Dragging in a steadying breath, I head out to the car to grab as much as I can haul in at once. “I cannot believe you found this much stuff here in town.”
She grins as she passes me by to grab more bags and boxes. “Yep. There’s this little place called Bay Boutique and when I talked to her she helped me find almost everything I wanted.”
Aghast, I stop in my tracks and stare at her. “Are you trying to tell me that you wanted more than this?”
She giggles and my dick jerks. Dammit! Why is she fucking cute?
“Yeah. You can never have too much Christmas!”
“I would argue that fact,” I groan and drag in the last of the bags. They’re stacked everywhere in the hallway.
I cannot believe that I’m about to say what I’m gonna say. “You can do what you want with your room and the public places in here but stay the hell out of my office and my studio.”
She snaps to attention and shoots me a wink and a salute. “Yes, sir!”
And my cock hits the front of my jeans so hard that I groan silently. I’ll be shocked if I don’t have teeth imprints on my aching dick.
Growling, I stalk away from her.
“And make sure you get this stuff out of the hallway. Oh. And we’re supposed to have a storm sometime tonight or tomorrow. So I hope that you’re ready for what’s coming. Have you ever been in a Nor’easter?”
She grins cheekily. “Nope. I’m from Florida originally. Should be fun!”
“Ugh. Storms in winter are not fun.”
“What would you like for dinner?”
“I’m gonna work through dinner. I’ve got a lot to get done so we can send you on your way.”
I hoped that she’d take the hint that she’s not wanted but she just grins. “That’s the spirit!”
Rolling my eyes, I head to my studio and eye Peaches as she takes off after the little angel in my hallway. I close the door and stand in front of the lump of clay that I’m sculpting. The clay that’s now got a suspiciously-familiar set of curves and a curl to full lips that has me grumbling again.
But I lean in and carefully begin the transformation, my fingers and hands delicately building on the figure until I can clearly see her there. Her softness, her strength, the delicate femininity of her that has me breathless and shaking.
Wanting. My fingers trace each curve until I can close my eyes and see her right in front of me. See the gleam of desire in her shimmering silver gaze. See the way her full breasts lift and fall rapidly as she holds out her hands and steps towards me.
My whole body clenches as I feel her soft hands glide over my shoulder and slip down my chest, stroking, gliding. Until she reaches my belt and her clever little fingers open it without even a second’s thought.
Her full lips open and my eyes cross as she pulls my cock out and her lips envelop my thick girth. Her heat just about undoes me and I groan deep in my throat, my whole body throbbing with the need to get inside her sweet, curvy body and give her exactly what this naughty little girl deserves.
I gulp and she dives onto my cock and I feel the back of her throat on my throbbing tip.
She swallows and my whole body goes rigid, numb with lust. Her no-color eyes stare up at me in the dark as she whimpers, “I need you.”
“Holy shit,” I groan. And my cock jerks in my jeans. My whole body goes tight and I bite down on my hand, trying to hide the groan that’s pulled out of my chest.
Glancing down, I mutter, “I can’t believe I just nutted in my damn pants like a fucking nitwit teenager.”
But I did. I jerk my pants out to cover the stain and step out into the hallway, my mouth falling open as I drink in the holiday hysteria that is my house.
The dark stairs are now frosted with tinsel and garland, fake poinsettia and sparkling lights that blink out an SOS message.
My head turns and there’s a mistletoe ball right over the door that makes me cringe.
“Holy shit!”
“Yap, yap!” Peaches skids around the corner and dances on her little legs. My eyes almost bug out of my head when I see the blinking red and green monstrosity that she’s wearing. The sweater covers her middle and she yips again before she races around the corner.
“What the hell is going on here?” But I already know. It’s her. I’m going to drown in Christmas cheer if I don’t get the little curvy angel that just made me come in my pants without being in the room out of here.
And like the ghost of Christmas present, she dances around the corner wearing a red and green sweater that barely covers her full tits and drops down to cover her thick thighs in a pair of thin black leggings.
Reindeer antlers blink on her head and she’s dancing to Jingle Bells as she haphazardly throws more and more tinsel around my home.
Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand down to covertly shift my aching cock. I’m thirty-eight years old and this barely-legal has me hard again.
One way or another she’s going to kill me before the holidays are over.