Jack's Christmas Wish (4 page)

“Derek! Mmm, oh yeah, that's it.” She picked up speed then filled herself with two fingers and finger fucked herself for long moments with the other hand rolling a nipple between her fingers.

“Almost there, yes, almost. Ohmigod, yes.” She rubbed her clit in fast circles and pinched her nipple, making her explode. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body jerked and twitched ferociously, splashing a large amount of water onto the tile floor. She didn't care about the water. All she cared about was the incredible orgasm that had just crashed over her like a tidal wave. Regardless of the water, she had a fine sheen of sweat on her face, which cooled courtesy of the air conditioning. Her breaths came in pants, ragged and labored. She could fall asleep here right now and she wouldn't give one tiny little ounce of a crap.

She laid there content in her bliss when she heard a banging noise. Startled she sat straight up and listened again.

Bang! Bang! Bang

“Open up, I know you're in there. Come on, Lissy, I see your car in the parking lot.

“Dammit. I hate it when you call me Lissy. It makes me sound like a dog.” She stepped out of the tub, donned her terrycloth pink robe and opened the door to a fist in her face. She ducked the knocking fist just barely missing her.

“Shit, Lissy, I wasn't trying to hit you. I was just knocking. I didn't think you would open the door.” He shifted from foot to foot.

“Rex, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you. And from the looks of it you wanted to see me too.” He stared at her chest.

She looked down, realizing her nipples were hard from the cold. Definitely didn't have anything to do with present company, if that's what you could call him. He was more like an unwelcome rodent. They didn't make traps big enough for creeps like him. She didn't know what she ever saw in him. Next to Derek he was a real loser.

“Alright, you've seen me. You can leave now.” She tried closing the door on him, but he pushed in past her. “Or you could come in I guess.” Damn, she didn't want him in her apartment.

“Look, Lissy, I need you back. I've changed.”

“Stop calling me Lissy. And no you haven't changed at all. Why are you here?”

“Cause we're good together.” He approached her.

She smelled the beer on his breath already. Good grief, he was a turn-off.

He tried to kiss her.

She dodged him, moving to the side.

“We weren't good at all. We were terrible together and I told you it's over. No, step back before I punch you in the head. I've had enough unwanted groping for one day.” She dodged another of his sloppy kisses.

He stopped at that statement. “Who the fuck touched you? I'll fuggin’ kill ‘em.”

“No. You'll do no such thing. Haven't you had a bit much to drink?” She moved over to the couch, but stood behind it instead of sitting down. She wanted to keep something between them at all times. After all, she was standing there in nothing but a terrycloth robe.

“I'll drink all I wanna drink. Come on, Lissy, I love you. I want cha back.” He plopped down on the couch and closed his eyes.

'Oh no you don't. You are not staying here.” She rounded the couch hoping to get him out of her space when he pulled her down on top of him.

“See, I knew you wanted me.”

She struggled to get free.

“Let me go. I mean it. Either let me go, or you're going to get it in the balls.”

He squeezed her tight around the ribs, making her yelp. “Hey now, there's no reason to bring the boys in on this. Unless you want to lick ‘em.”

“You're disgusting. Now let me go.” Her robe popped open giving him a nice view of her breasts.

“Fuck. I love those titties. Ripe and round, just like I like ‘em.” His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking the swell of one breast, making her sick.

“Rex, I said let me go. I mean it. If you don't I'll scream my head off.” She could still feel the nasty trail of his rancid saliva.

His arms fell open “Fine. Go. I don't give a shit.” As she struggled to get up, she pressed down on his lap to get leverage and touched his ‘very there’ erection.

“Hey, watch it.” He readjusted and pushed her off his lap.

She landed on the floor with a very unladylike plop. “Sorry about your thingy.” She pushed up from the floor.

“Yeah, well my thingy doesn't forgive you. What were you trying to do castrate me?”

She adjusted her robe. “Yes. I was trying to castrate you. Now will you leave, or will I be calling someone to remove you?” She walked to the door and opened it gesturing with her hand for him to leave.

“Fine, I'll go, but I'll be back. We ain't through.” He stepped out into the cold night air shivering.

“Yes, we are, and no, you won't. Stay away from me and stop calling.” She slammed the door in his face before he could respond. And that's when she decided she needed better security. The thought of Derek punching Rex in the head made her feel a little better. She took a look through the peephole and made sure he was gone then went back to the bathroom to clean up. This had to be one of the best-worst nights of her life. She just wondered if she'd done the right thing by getting Derek off. The poor man had been suffering for hours just as she had. It only seemed fair. Now all she needed to know was when he would show up in her world again.

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CHAPTER FIVE

Lissa had endured yet another day of hell with Santa Claus, the pervert. She quite often pushed his hands away literally every time she turned around. She'd quit this stupid job if she weren't so desperate for money. She opened the velvet rope to let the last kid of the day through. “Hi, are you ready to see Santa, little girl?”

“No. My mom said I had to get my picture taken with him.” She shrugged her shoulders and climbed up on Santa's lap. The little girl sneered at the fake Santa and crossed her arms over her chest.

Lissa couldn't help but smile. She felt the exact same about the creepy tub-o-lard. She checked her watch again for the hundredth time and there he was, just like last time, standing very casually by the giant plastic reindeer. She opened the velvet rope, walked over to him and kissed him. It was just a short sweet peck, a promise of more to come.

“Hi, sweetheart, did you have a good day being Santa's helper?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “As good as could be expected with freaky grab ass.” She gestured over her shoulder to Santa.

He sucked in a hiss of air. “That's it. I'm not gonna stand by and let that bastard grope my woman.” He reached for the velvet rope.

Lissa put her hand over his.

“Stop it. I need this job.” She rubbed his arm soothing him. His muscles were tight and trembling.

He gave her a look like she must be crazy, but he left it alone.

“You could get another job. There are a lot of retail jobs that are a lot better than this crap.” He stared daggers at Rick the man playing Santa.

“Look, can we talk about this later. I need to go change. Can I trust that you'll behave while I'm gone?” She stood with her hands on her hips.

“I won't do anything this time, but if he keeps touching you, I'll knock his ass out.” He spoke loud enough for Rick to hear. He must have heard, because he left through the other side of the display.

She sighed and headed for the employees locker room. She'd found the most perfect dress to wear on their first official, post hand job in the truck, date. She found it on the sales rack in the women's department for fifty percent off, plus her twenty percent employee discount made it a steal. Yes, it was a short sleeve mini dress out of season, but it was red and beautiful, so that was all that mattered. She didn't care that she would freeze her ass off in it. She would be the most beautiful Popsicle he'd ever seen.

She wanted to be and feel sexy for him. She knew what kind of lover he was going to be now, and if at all possible, she would get to experience his expertise tonight. It had been two days since they had been together, so she was more than ready. She couldn't wait to finish her dinner and head to his house. Of course, she had to take Jack into consideration. He might be home with a babysitter. She didn't know. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to have sex with him. What if he only wanted sex? That wouldn't be enough time for here to get him to fall for her. She needed to keep him interested and excited, but not give in.
Right, like I have that much self-control. If the man so much as breathes on me I'm going to go off like a roman candle

She peeled off the elf costume, putting it in her oversized purse. She'd take it home and wash it tonight. If she went home. In a way she hoped she would, and in a way she wanted to wake up in his arms. Of course, she wasn't sure if they fell into bed if they would sleep at all. He seemed like he would be an absolute animal.

She tugged on the thongs she brought that matched her new dress. She pulled the dress over her head slipped her arms through and had it zipped up in mere seconds.

Derek stood there alone by now, waiting for her.

She still couldn't get used to the thought that Derek was her just for her. It was so surreal. She never in a million years would have thought she could find a man like him.

She checked her hair in the mirror, pushing a wayward strand behind her ear, applied more pink lip-gloss and headed out to start their date. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him talking with Rick
the dick
Santa. The butterflies in her stomach tripled. What would he say to the man who had constantly taken sleazy shots at her ass for the last week? Their voices weren't loud. They weren't brawling; they didn't even seem to be disagreeable. Somehow that miffed her more than if they had been throwing punches. Her maybe boyfriend was conversing casually with her sexual harassment Santa. How messed up was that?

She marched over to them, stopping in front of Derek, whose even temperament in this situation made her blood boil. “What are you doing talking so calmly to him? He's been grabbing my ass every single day for over a week, and you're just casually talking to him like Lissa's ass is no big deal.” She threw her hands up in the air. She almost walked away, when Derek's strong hand caught her arm. He spun her around as graceful as if they were dancing bringing her flush with his body.
Dammit, I creamed. How does he do that?

“I think you misunderstand, Kitten. Richard here was going to offer his sincerest apologies and offer to split half his pay with you, unless you want to file suit. Do you want to file a suit?”

“Uh, no I don't.”
Kitten? Richard, here? What the hell? He's talking like people split their paychecks every day. No big deal

“I'm uh, I'm very sorry I disrespected you, Miss Lissa. It won't happen again.”

She noticed he was sweating profusely and looked to Derek on every other word. It was almost like he was afraid to get it wrong. So they had a little talk while she was dressing and now she was going to get hazard pay.
Hot damn.

“I forgive you. Just make sure your hands are by your sides when I hand you candy canes.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he looked to Derek who nodded like Rick had done a good job. This was all kinds of crazy. How did Derek do it? How did he bend people to his will?

“You may go, Rick”

He left quickly like his pants were on fire.

She pointed her finger after him. “How did you do that? Did you threaten him?”

He smiled. “No I simply pointed out the camera that has been recording every single time he's touched you. After that, he seemed rather agreeable to my terms. Unless you do decide to file a suit and I wouldn't blame you if you did. He should leave you alone now.” He rocked back and forth on his heels. “And I might have said something about his life being cut a little short if he touched my woman again.” He took her arm and led her toward the double doors.

“Your woman, huh?”

He stopped, swung her around and kissed her right there in the shoe department. His lips weren't demanding as she might have expected, but gentle, coaxing and sexy as hell. He licked the seam of her mouth and she opened for him to explore her mouth. Hell he could test her tonsils if he wanted. Whatever, she was definitely his.

He broke the kiss, opened his eyes and gazed into her heavy lidded eyes. “Any questions?”

She shook her head. Forming words at this point would be damn near impossible.

“Good, then we can go.” They walked out to his truck and he helped her in.

Her teeth chattered and her knees knocked together. Yeah, she was attractive. The red mini dress in December was quite a mistake.

As he hopped in he seemed to realize the same thing. “You look beautiful, but shouldn't you have more on?”

“Y-y-yes. I s-s-should.”

He handed her his oversized coat, she slipped inside and started to thaw in the warm cocoon. His heat, his scent surrounded her sending an awareness to her groin.

“Are you ready for our first date?” He put the truck in drive.

“Yes. I was wondering when you would show up. I was almost afraid you wouldn't.”

Why would you think that? I told you I wanted to see you again.”

“I know, but...” She turned her face and looked out the window.

“You didn't do anything wrong the other night. It was wonderful. I haven't been with anyone in over a year. I was just sorry I didn't last. I was embarrassed. Believe me, I wanted you to touch me.”

“I'm not sorry I did it. I really wanted to be with you, but I thought we were going a bit fast. I'm glad that's all we did. I don't want you to think I'm easy or anything it was just you.” God, she was rambling.

“Yeah, me either, it was just you too. I haven't felt anything for a woman in so long I almost forgot what it was like to feel her touch.” She felt strong fingers lace through hers.

“So where are we going?”

He looked her up and down. “I thought about taking you ice skating, but in that outfit I guess we'll have to wing it.” He raised their intertwined hands and ran his fingertip up the bare expanse of her thigh, making her shiver.

“No ice skating, please. Why don't we get dinner; I'm starving?” She hadn't eaten much in quite a while. No extra money for groceries after paying her bills.