In fact, she didn't want to wait anymore and decided to show him.
Laura reached over and unbuttoned Jack's jeans, then pulled down the zipper so she could see the white briefs he wore under his pants. She could see him bulging against the cotton material.
He pulled back to look at her. The expression on his face told her he approved of her taking the initiative to take off his pants. Jack pulled at the top of Laura's jeans.
"I'll be right back,” he said. “Take these off,” he instructed her, tugging at the waist of her pants again.
He leaned over and kissed her once on the lips, then turned and went down the hall. Laura stood still for a second, still trying to comprehend that this was all happening. Then she snapped back to reality and sat down on the floor in front of the fire. She unlaced her boots and removed her socks, then laid back and took off her jeans. She was pulling down her white lace panties that matched her bra when Jack came back into the room carrying a large blue down-filled comforter.
He stopped in his tracks and watched her finish removing the panties. Laura sat up and hugged her knees, looking up at Jack.
"You look like an angel,” he told her as he walked across the room to her and dropped the comforter to the floor. He was naked, too.
Laura was overwhelmed by his naked body, not knowing where on his body she should let her eyes rest. Naked, he was pure male perfection, his legs muscular and his erection large and thick, straining against his stomach. Laura experienced an intense throb between her legs when she thought of him sliding that hard cock inside of her. Her wetness escaped her as she sat on the floor watching him.
Jack straightened out the comforter, then stepped onto it and reached out his hand to her. She took his hand and he pulled her up to join him on the blanket, standing chest to chest, his erection pressing hard against her.
"Lay down, Laura. I want to touch you,” he said as he moved a hand between her legs and slid one finger into her wetness. Her body sheathed his finger, surrounded it. “I can't wait to be inside of you,” he murmured into her ear.
Laura reached down and held his erection in her hand. Her fingers grazed the length of him and found the slit at the tip, making her fingers wet with his pre-cum. She moaned at all the sensations she was experiencing, lost in it all.
Jack slid his finger out of her and Laura moved her hand away from him. Jack knelt down, pulling her with him, then set her on her back against the fluffy down. He knelt over her, staring at her body as if he were memorizing it, to remember every inch of her later. Laura licked her lips in anticipation of what he would do to her next.
Jack moved to kneel between her legs, and parted them further with his own. He reached down and touched the honey brown curls. He then went back to her slit, like before, except this time he inserted two fingers inside of her.
Laura's hips instantly reacted to him inside of her by tilting up and down.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned, then said, “You feel so incredible, Laura. I'm so hard for you it almost hurts. You are dripping wet."
Jack took his fingers out of her, and as Laura watched him, he put them in his mouth and licked her juices off them. Laura reached her limit and sat up, kissing him hard on the mouth, probing his mouth with her tongue, tasting herself. Her hands spread against his chest, rubbing his hard nipples.
Her mouth moved from his mouth to his ear, where she whispered, “Take me now, Jack; I can't wait any longer."
She pulled away from him with fire in her eyes, waiting for his reaction to her demanding words. His mouth was red from her rough kisses, and she saw a longing in his eyes she was sure matched her own.
Jack placed his hand on her shoulder and Laura noticed that it was still cool, but warmer than it was before. She let him ease her back to lying on the comforter. Jack lay over her on his forearms and kissed her gently.
He reached down and took his erection in his hand and guided it to her swollen lips that were more than ready for him. Laura parted her legs further, opening herself to him, and waited for him to enter her.
Laura felt the head of his penis press against her lips then slide slowly inside, easing into her body. Jack looked at Laura as he entered her and her heart skipped a beat. Even though she had made love with other men, she had never felt the way she did with Jack. There was something about him that was different than any of the other men she had been with. Being with Jack was wonderful and magical.
Jack leaned down to her and gathered her into his arms, his cock buried deep inside her to the hilt, and her body clenching him tight. He breathed into her hair, smelling the shampoo she'd used earlier that day along with the perfume she wore.
Laura turned her head and kissed his cheek, her hands caressing his back and running over his buttocks.
Laura felt him move inside of her, and she held her breath. She raised her hips and pressed against him, trying to take him even deeper into her.
Jack's movements increased, and he raised himself back up onto his forearms so he could pump in and out of her easier and faster.
Laura closed her eyes and lost herself in him and his movements. As he pumped into her faster, Jack's breathing became harder and more labored, and Laura found herself breathing short, hard breaths.
Laura knew her climax was approaching and she opened her eyes to see Jack looking down at her. He smiled at her as he continued his in and out movements, and she returned the smile. Her hands slid down his back and she noticed something about him had changed. She was about to tell him when her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her body tensed as it contracted around Jack's erection deep inside of her.
He felt her body clenching around his and he came inside her, his seed spurting inside her warm tightness.
They both lay still, connected until their breathing became less labored.
"Jack,” Laura said. “Jack, did you notice you're not cold anymore? You're warm. You're really warm. I noticed right before...” She trailed off, thinking of what had just happened between them.
Jack looked at her and realized that she was right, he was warm. He was warm because of her.
"You're right, Laura,” he said, bending down and showering kisses on her face and her cheeks, then nipping her playfully on the nose. “You made me warm. I haven't felt this warm and alive in a long time, and I owe it all to you."
"Well, we still have the rest of the night to keep you nice and toasty,” Laura said, teasing him as she nestled into his arms at his side before she drifted off into sleep.
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Laura woke wrapped in the comforter by herself on Christmas morning. The fire was still lit, warming the cabin, and sunlight streamed through the windows. Looking around Laura saw a folded piece of paper next to her and opened it.
It was a note from Jack explaining that he and Cocoa had to leave. He told her he was very sorry, but thanked her for the best Christmas Eve he'd ever had and he hoped to see her again someday. She smiled, thinking it had been the best in her life as well.
They'd made love a few more times before they'd both fallen asleep in each other's arms before midnight. His note ended with telling her when she left to just close the cabin door behind her, not to worry about the fire or locking up.
Laura got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, then got dressed to start her walk down to Sara's.
She found Jack had left her jacket on the sofa for her and she shoved his note into the pocket after she had put it on. She put on her hat and gloves and pulled her purse on over her chest, then left the cabin.
As she started her walk down Jack's driveway she replayed their romantic evening again in her mind. She had an unbelievable story to tell Sara when she got to her house.
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Laura sat in Sara's car as they were on their way to get Laura's suitcase and presents from her abandoned car. They were driving down the road that Laura had just walked this morning from Jack's. When they got to where Jack's driveway started Laura had an idea.
"Sara,
stop the car here,” Laura told her abruptly.
"What? What is it?” Sara asked anxiously as she pulled her car over to the side of the road. Laura turned to look at Sara with a glimmer in her eye.
"Would you mind if I asked Jack if he would like to come to your house for dinner tonight? I'm just thinking since he's all alone, and it's Christmas,” Laura explained, knowing full well that Sara would see through her reasoning. She would know Laura wanted to see Jack again after she had explained the fantastic night they'd had.
"Absolutely. The more the merrier, besides, I want to see this guy for myself,” Sara confessed to her. “And tell him if he wants to bring his dog, he can."
"That's a great idea, thanks,” Laura said as she opened the car door. “Just wait here and I'll be right back."
Laura started walking up the driveway again, toward Jack's cabin. With the sun shining through the tree branches there were shadows everywhere and the air was crisp and refreshing, not bitterly cold like the night before.
When Laura got closer to the cabin she saw there was a car parked in the driveway that wasn't there before. She thought it was strange because Jack had said he wasn't expecting any company for the holidays. As she walked closer yet, she saw the entire cabin was different, no longer warm and inviting as she'd remembered. The windows were coated with grime and some panes of glass were cracked.
Her stomach was in a knot as she walked up the porch and reached for the doorknob, just as a woman opened the door from the inside and was walking out. They both jumped. Laura squealed and grabbed her chest.
"Oh my goodness! Hello, I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone here today, it being Christmas,” she apologized. “I was driving by to go to my mother's and thought I'd stop and put this sign up now.” She was carrying a sign that read For Sale with information for a real estate company on it and started attaching the sign onto the front porch.
"You're not from around here, are you? You don't look familiar to me,” the woman asked without even letting Laura answer her. “This cabin used to be beautiful and it can be again with a little bit of work. Since it's open, would you like to see the inside?” she asked Laura.
Laura looked at the woman speechless and nodded her head. The woman walked in ahead of her, pushing the door open further and it squeaked in protest.
Laura's eyes darted around the living room from one object to another. The sofa was covered in a dirty drop cloth, obviously there for some time. The tables all had a thick coating of dust. Spiderwebs were in the corners and woven on the legs of the dining room chairs. There was no Christmas tree, no ornaments or garland. The wood was dull and dirty, not polished and shining like she remembered. She walked to stand in front of the fireplace, where they had lain together, and there was no sign of the logs or ash from the blazing fire that had warmed their naked skin just hours ago.
Laura looked down at the bandage on her hand that told her everything she remembered had happened. She felt sick to her stomach and rushed to the bathroom. She tried turning on the faucet, but nothing came out, the pipes only rattled with pockets of air, when this morning the water had flowed freely. Laura looked up at herself in the dirt-encrusted mirror, her face looking every bit as startled as she felt. She turned and went back to the living room where the realtor was waiting for her.
Laura cleared her throat, searching for her voice since her throat was unnaturally dry. “Can I ask about the owners? Obviously this place was beautiful at one time. Why did they let it get so ... rundown?"
The agent stepped closer to Laura as she shook her head slowly from side to side. “Oh, it was terrible, a real tragedy. The owner was the nicest man you'd ever meet, and so handsome he'd make your heart skip a beat when he looked at you with these incredible eyes,” the realtor explained, gesturing to her own face.
Laura thought of last night and how her heart had skipped when Jack had looked in her eyes as he slid deep inside of her. Certainly this woman wasn't talking about Jack.
"Well, a few winters ago the owner's dog fell through the ice of the pond behind the cabin and he went in after the pet to save him. They both ended up getting out of the water, but they froze to death lying outside on the ice. It was so terrible, because the accident happened on Christmas Eve."
Laura felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over her head. Her lungs felt like they were being squeezed by invisible hands.
"What kind of dog was it?” Laura asked, already knowing the answer.
"A chocolate lab, the sweetest dog you'd ever see,” the woman told her. She walked over to the bookcase and pulled a dusty photo album from a shelf and flipped through a few pages before finding what she was looking for.
She looked up at Laura and smiled sweetly, then came across the room carrying the album.
"Here, hon, here's a photo of the owner,” she said as Laura's eyes turned down to look at the page. “That's Jack,” the woman sighed as she looked at the photo.
Laura was looking down at the same eyes that had looked at her with a burning fiery passion just hours ago. She couldn't believe it was him, yet it was Jack, with Cocoa sitting at his feet.
"Everyone thought it was so ironic how he died, freezing to death because of his name, you know,” the woman said.
"Why?” Laura asked. He had never even told her his last name, and she'd never really thought to ask. At the time it hadn't really mattered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, hon, I forgot you're not from here,” she explained. “His full name was Jack Frost."
Laura knew her mouth hung open in amazement yet she couldn't close it. Her mind played back last night and his commenting on always being cold and never feeling totally warm, until he had made love to her. She had warmed Jack Frost. She felt dizzy and turned to leave. Her foot kicked something and it skidded across the room. She went to pick up what she'd kicked, and when she bent over to reach for the object, her hand started to tremble.
She stood up, holding a fresh bunch of mistletoe—Jack's mistletoe.
"I wonder how that got in here,” the realtor commented, looking at what Laura held. “I didn't bring that with me and it looks fresh. This place hasn't been opened for years."
Laura held the mistletoe to her nose and smelled the pine and cinnamon of last night. She swore she could almost feel Jack behind her, with his arms wrapped comfortably around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. She felt tears build in her eyes.
"You don't mind if I take this?” she asked the woman, holding up the green plant.
"Go right ahead, hon, that's not mine,” she told Laura as the woman went to get her purse to close up the cabin and leave.
Laura walked across the room to the front door, where she paused to turn around and look inside the cabin one last time. As she did, a rush of warm air surrounded her like a lover's embrace. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. “Jack,” she whispered. The warmth pulsed into a heat, and then it was gone. She blinked away her tears as she walked down the porch steps into the bright winter sunshine. “Merry Christmas, Jack,” she said out loud as she started back down the driveway to Sara's waiting car. “Merry Christmas and stay warm."
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Rusty Wicks lives in a little cottage near the beach in Maine. When she's not busy writing she reads, walks the beach searching for seashells and driftwood and takes Chinese language lessons. She spends the rest of her time with a special man who makes her heart thud, even after more years than she's willing to admit. Rusty believes in love ... and she wants you to believe in it, too.
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Annmarie Ortega is a lifetime resident of Chicago, Illinois and loves the big city life. She is a part-time student pursuing her Bachelor's Degree in Fiction Writing. In the fall of 2005 Annmarie had her first short story published, and hasn't stopped writing since. She is a member of the RWA, along with their Chicago North, ESPAN, and Passionate Ink chapters as well. In her spare time she loves
to spend time with her family and friends, read, and volunteer with fundraising at her oldest son's school.
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