Chapter 5 – Jasper Bright
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING…EXCEPT A CHIHUAHUA IN A CHRISTMAS SWEATER!
JASPER brIGHT
The lights are so muted and soft that it feels like I’m in some kind of winter wonderland of Christmas. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas plays in the background and Merry’s soft shoulder is right up against mine.
My whole body is tingling like it’s on fire and she’s gently snoring beside me. I’m so turned on that I can’t even think straight and she’s snoozing through it all.
Even Peaches running screaming to the door as she paws at it like a psycho.
Grumbling, I drag myself to my feet. “I don’t know why you’re so excited to get out there. It’s a damn mess.”
I open the door and let her out, my eyes narrowing at the gentle fall of snow in front of my eyes. Huffing, I blow a puff of air that turns into a heavy cloud in front of my mouth.
Glancing back, I wonder if I should wake her. But she was so tired. She worked so hard today.
And all I did was growl at her. Even though she still smiles at me.
The shifting lights from the tree dance across the gentle planes of her face, drawing me in until I’m breathless, cataloging every single freckle, every gentle breath she breathes.
I thought she wasn’t beautiful when I first saw her but there’s something about this woman that makes my heart pump harder, my whole body catch fire like a five-alarm blaze.
The wind buffets the house and I shiver. White flakes dance on the air and I groan. Snow. Just one more thing for me not to like.
The accident. The roads were icy on Christmas Eve but my parents couldn’t bear to skip the evening service at church even though I was sick. I’d stayed home with a babysitter. I can’t even remember who it was.
All I knew was that my mother came home that night and told me that there was an accident. My dad broke his arm and his back. He was in the hospital.
But at least they were both alive. I thanked heaven for that.
But he was different after he came back. He was angry and he had to walk with a cane. His body just couldn’t come back totally and it made him even more harsh and bitter than he had been.
So harsh and bitter that after six months, my mother took off and left the two of us. She left me a note and it said simply, take care of him.
I was only twelve. Someone should still have been taking care of me. But I pushed all those thoughts down and learned to cook a little bit. Enough so that we didn’t starve.
I cleaned the house and he went back to work at the law offices he had with a partner.
And we went on like that for years. Until he died right after I graduated from college. I never even bothered looking for my mother. When she first left, I thought I might when I got old enough but anger rippled through me every time I think of what she did to me. To my father.
Angry as he was, bitter as he was. He still loved her. He never came back from losing her.
From losing himself.
Somehow I never seemed to be enough for him after that.
Peaches scuttles into the house and shakes all of the snow off onto the floor and my bare toes.
Grimacing, I lean down and pick her up. “You naughty girl.” Cuddling her close, I shut the door and lean against it, listening to the wind howl and shake the house.
“That better hold you for awhile. I’m not gonna open that door for awhile.”
Yipping, she struggles until I put her down and then she runs back into the parlor and sticks her cold nose onto Merry’s neck.
“Jeez!” She jerks up and wipes at her neck. “What the hell?”
“It’s just Peaches. She had to go out. And then she likes to pass the pain around since she got cold.”
Merry picks her up and cuddles her close and my dick jerks like an asshole when she kisses the dog’s head.
“Awww. Poor baby. I wish you didn’t have to go outside in this yucky weather.”
Her shimmering eyes widen and she jerks when the window rattles behind her. “What’s going on?”
“That storm I told you about. This one isn’t too bad. There’s going to be a worse one on Christmas Eve.”
“Ugh. That sucks. I was hoping to go to the midnight service. It’s been a long time since I went to one of those. They’re so peaceful.”
“Yeah. Not a good night for that.”
“We’ll see.”
I want to shake her but then she smiles over her shoulder at me and there’s something soft and sweet and longing in her cool eyes.
I move closer to her and drop to my knees. Peaches gets down and growls at us before she takes off. My hand comes up and I delicately trace her pale jaw. Her bones seem so fragile and she’s so tiny. Terror streaks through me.
What if something happens to her? But before that thought totally takes over, she leans into my hand and the warmth of her soft skin has me dragging her closer. I run my nose along the frail column of her throat. She smells like flowers and peppermint.
My mouth waters and she whimpers, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“You drive me crazy, Merry. I don’t understand it. But I like it. I think.”
Her lips move closer and she sighs as my lips find hers. Her mouth opens and her little tongue darts out, tapping mine and it’s like the floodgates open and years of control go right out the fucking window.
Growling, I fall back onto my ass and then pull her across my lap until she’s straddling me, the heat of her pussy right there where I need her. If I got rid of the damn clothes.
Jerking at her clothes, I pull her sweater over her head, her caramel hair falling back on her narrow shoulders.
My hands tangle in her curls and they’re so damn soft.
I yank her head back and my mouth finds hers, my tongue delving inside her tender mouth, laving her teeth and every damn place I can reach.
My heart pounds, my breath huffs out like a freight whistle and my whole body is so damn tight I can’t think. Just feel.
Feel her soft tits pressed against my chest as she rubs herself against my chest hair and moans into my mouth.
Yanking my mouth free, I growl, “I cannot believe how much I need you, baby girl. You’re so damn pretty and sweet. And you’re too damn young. I shouldn’t touch you, dammit!”
But she writhes on my lap and I can’t help myself, pushing my hips up into her sweet warmth, mimicking how much I want to take her.
She gasps and her head falls back, the soft, tender skin of her pale throat bare to my teeth and tongue as my mouth glides down her skin, drinking in every gasp, every wiggle, the dangerously hungry lust rearing up inside me that’s not going to be quenches until I have her.
Until Peaches comes racing back and jumps up on the two of us yapping wildly and the lights flicker and go out and we’re plunged into darkness.