Chapter 9
Jack
Ilied. I said I was thinking about the boys’ mom; I wasn’t. She and I made our ghostly peace earlier this evening. I know I have her blessing; I feel it in my gut.
Dr. Holly was who I was thinking about. Her sprawled out in front of the fire. With the light dancing off her naked curves, a vision of everything I want. Need. The taste of her on my lips—a new drug that I now crave.
And just like magic, my thoughts seem to have summoned her. Good thing my hand wasn’t down my pants. Extra good thing they’re baggy so she can’t see how hard I am just thinking about her.
I know without a doubt that the right thing to do at this moment is to get up and walk back to the bunk bed beside my boys.
Sleep off this punch-drunk fantasy that will never happen.
Only, a niggling part of my brain asks why?
Why won’t it happen? Why can’t we try? If she hates me by the end, she never has to see me again.
Just like this damned Kringle Comet, she’ll pass on by, leaving just a memory of her.
Before I can entertain the question of: what if it turns into something more? Dr. Holly has plunked herself down next to me. Really close—touching me.
Her whispered breath tickles my neck and ear as she says, “I know this is really forward of me, and I completely understand if you’re put off by this.
And if so, I promise to be a good girl for the rest of the time I am up on this mountain.
But would you consider kissing me again?
It’s just—I can’t get the thought of you out of my head.
And I think maybe if we kiss a little more, it will work itself out. Ya know?”
I promise to be a good girl. Those words ring like a gong—from my brain straight to my dick. I want nothing more than for her to be my good girl.
It takes a few seconds, once my ears start working again, to understand her request. I know for a damned fact that a little more kissing is not going to work itself out of my system.
There’s no getting her out of my system.
It takes every ounce of strength not to smash my mouth to hers and bowl her over, crushing her with my weight here on the floor before she can reconsider.
When the only sound in the entire world is the log crackling in the fire, she licks those plump lips of hers, and I just about die with desire. Another beat as I strain my ears to make sure the boys are asleep. But that beat is enough that she bites her bottom lip.
That’s when I lose control.
I thumb her lip, releasing it from the bite, and say with all the whispered authority I can muster, “I’m the only one who gets to bite that lip.
It’s mine now.” And with that declaration, I cup her jaw with my hand and kiss her luscious lips.
She opens to me, letting my tongue claim her mouth, claim her for myself.
Her moan sends electricity straight to my already straining cock.
I need her closer to me. Hands on her waist—god, she feels so soft and perfect in my hands—I pull her into my lap.
Her weight is perfect. She spreads her thighs, one on either side of me, and presses her sweet center against my cock.
I can feel her heat, her wetness through her thin pajama bottoms. “That’s it, my good girl, take what you need. ”
Those words unleash a franticness in her as she pulls away from me and removes her t-shirt, letting her gorgeous breasts bounce right in front of my face, making me salivate in anticipation of suckling them.
I run my callused hands over her body. Back, stomach, breasts. Oh, her breasts are magnificent. Who cares about a comet in the sky when there are these orbs to delight in? Lose myself in?
Taking one heavy breast in my hand, I bring it to my mouth, her perfect hard nipple begging me.
Dr. Holly lets out a breathy gasp and grinds harder against me.
She’s close; I can tell by her movements.
I match her rhythm, giving her everything she demands.
She groans again, and I release her tit.
“Shhh, you've got to be quiet for me. Can you do that?” She nods, whimpering slightly, still rocking against me. “I know you can. You’re such a good girl for me.” I take her other breast in my mouth, one finger resting on her mouth.
And just like that, she’s falling apart in my lap. She lets out one more whimper, then takes my finger into her mouth, sucking, teeth applying just the right pressure. Oh gods. I don’t praise her because my mouth is full of her tit.
Holly stills in my lap, rests her head on my shoulder. I stroke up and down her back, savoring the feel of her soft skin. The fire needs another log, but it can wait a few more minutes. The cabin is still silent; the boys didn’t wake. My girl did a fine job staying quiet.
Eventually, she clears her throat, sits up, and pulls away from me.
I’m sad to feel the cool air against my skin.
“Um, thank you,” she says, almost a question in her voice.
“I—oh—did I do that?” She looks at the dark spot on the front of my sweatpants.
I suppose I should feel something like shame for coming in my pants.
But I don’t. I can’t, because this woman makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t in a very long time.
“Yes, darling. You are that sexy, and you have that effect on me.” I kiss her forehead. “I’m going to put another log on the fire, then get cleaned up.”
As I walk to the bathroom, she’s curled up on the sofa with her book on her lap. Staring at the fire, I see the curl of a smile on her face. Satisfied. Content. My chest puffs with pride at that.
Cleaning up with no power proves to be a creative endeavor. I silently tiptoe up the stairs to the loft, skipping the squeaky step. Fresh clothes in hand, I pause to look at the boys, both snuggled in and sound asleep.
The washing machine is in the bathroom; convenient. Of course, I can’t just throw my clothes into the washer. I put them in the mop bucket with some water and set that in the shower for now. I don’t want to use too much water until we run the generator; otherwise, our well bladder will empty.
When I come back to Dr. Holly—for a brief moment, I let myself drop the honorific, but now my brain has reinserted it—she’s asleep. Sighing, acknowledging my disappointment, I stoke the fire one more time, cover her with a quilt, and head back to my bunk.
A quick peek out the window makes my heart drop.
The snow is back again, fiercer than ever.
I can barely make out the outline of the truck.
I know what this means—no power beyond the generator.
And no getting these boys home for Christmas.
The conflict within me rages. I get more time with Dr. Holly, but I still have to honor my Christmas promise to my sons.