A Christmas Affair: A Seaside Cove Romance (Seaside Cove Romance Series Book 1)
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Molly dropped the bat on the floor and put her cell phone in her robe pocket. She ran over to the door and unlocked the latches, all the time keeping her eyes on Jack. She pulled the door open and he stepped in.
"Izzie did call me about seven years ago, but she was drunk. I hung up on her as soon as she started talking." Jake gaze traveled over Molly's body.
"Oh."
"I called Izzie just now. She lives with her parents," he said as Molly fumbled to the lock the door. Molly turned around, suddenly self-conscious of her appearance. She had on a short red nightgown and had forgotten to tie her robe closed. She felt exposed.
"And?" Molly said, resisting the urge to cover herself up better. She did not want Jack to know she was embarrassed to be seen like this in front of him.
Any doubts she had about her body were gone in the next instant. Jack closed the small gap between them and wrapped a hand around her waist and another around her neck. He tilted her head back, and pressed his mouth against hers. Her heartrate spiked as he gently pushed his tongue against her lips, sliding them apart. It was like coming home and a first kiss all wrapped into one.
Her own body felt frozen one second, then liquid in the next. She allowed his tongue to slip slightly into her mouth. When it made contact with her own, she suddenly sprung to life and pressed back. They began to explore each other's mouths as Molly let the realization that there was finally nothing keeping them apart roll over her.
Molly felt herself instantly become wet, ten years of sexual anticipation for this man, awakening all at once. She wrapped a leg around his and her hands found a home running through his hair. She was glad she had stayed home instead of going to Rachel’s like she had planned after her friend called her about the break in on 44th.
Molly moaned as she felt him grow hard against her, and gasped slightly as it kept growing past the point she thought possible. He pulled his mouth back from her and began to nuzzle her neck, teeth grazing against her skin as he explored her from base of her collar all the way back to her mouth again.
"Jack," she moaned. She felt her nipples harden against the soft nightgown and she arched her back. She wanted his hands on them again.
"Mmmm," he answered. He pulled away from her mouth slowly and just far enough to meet her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Never stop," she said and almost fell apart as he dove back in for another kiss. She felt all the parts of her body grow more sensitive with each graze of his finger, even the parts he was not touching. "Upstairs."
He did not respond verbally, but instead slid his hands under her nightgown, lifting her as he did the other day. Only this time he growled with excitement and passion as his hands touched her bare ass. "You don't have anything on under this?"
"Nothing." She smiled as he walked towards the storeroom carrying her, her legs wrapped around his hard body. His hands stroked her bare bottom, and as he moved a few fingers forward, she knew he was rewarded with her own wetness.
He teased her the entire way up the stairs, running his fingers over her folds, but never separating her. When they got upstairs to the apartment, he set her back on her feet pulling her robe and nightgown off in one swift movement. She felt the doubt about her body return, and when she tried to cover herself up with her arms, he pulled them away.
"No," he said in a scratchy voice. "I want to see all of you. I've waited so long Molly."
She blushed at his interest, and dropped her arms to her sides. She stood in silent excitement as his eyes explored every inch of her body, slowly grazing by her most intimate parts. "More beautiful than I ever pictured."
"You pictured?" she asked coyly as she stepped for him, peeling his shirt off and nibbling at his bare skin. Her hands worked over the hard muscles of his chest and abs, working her way further south by the moment.
"More often than you want to know," Jack answered as she grabbed a hold of his belt and pulled it loose. But before she could open his fly, Jack laid her down on the bed. "Just lay down and enjoy the fruits of my imagination."
He crawled on top of her, and she enjoyed the light pressure his body made against her as he kept his full weight off of her. His mouth was on hers again, more forcefully than it had been downstairs. As if he had already asked for permission, now he was ready to take her. She arched her back as Jack's left hand found the swell of her breast and began to massage, and finally took the sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to gently twist.
His head moved down her body until his mouth found her other breast. He began with gentle licks and teases at the tip of her nipple, before he dove in, pulling her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth. Molly moaned loudly as she began to slowly grind the air.
Jack released her nipple from his mouth, then just as quickly pulled the beaded tip in between his teeth and tugged slightly. The hand that massaged the other nipple began to move slowly down her stomach, massaging her body as it went. It finally found her wet folds. Molly felt an anticipation bubbling inside for his touch to go a step further. Gently stroking along the outside, Jack teased her body even more.
"I want-" Molly began, but then she cried out in pleasure as Jack slid two fingers between the folds, found her opening, and pushed himself in.
"Yes?" he said against her breast before pulling his fingers back out, then pushing them back in again. Molly could not find the words to finish her sentence, so she moaned instead. Jack pulled away from her body, leaving his fingers inside of her, stroking the inside of her faster and faster. Each time she moaned, he pushed in a little deeper.
She saw him at the base of her bed staring at her through glazed eyes while he brought pleasures her body had long since forgotten. She wanted to hide under the covers or bury her face into her pillow, but she forced herself to let him watch her as she climbed higher towards a wave of joy. Suddenly, his other hand was on her, massaging her sensitive peak, and she tried to hold back the flood.
"Jack!" she called out as she twisted her face into her pillow, finally giving into her urge to hide. She cried out, "I want you inside me!"
"Technically, I am inside you," he said deeply and she forced herself to pull her face from the pillow. She was rewarded with his sexy lopsided grin. "You're too tight, you couldn't take me right now."
She looked down to his straining pants and her knees quaked at the size of the bulge. Just imagining it was enough to push her over the edge. Her body shook all over as the wave of her climax crashed down over her, and she felt as though suddenly she was even tighter.
"Just ride it baby," he said taking his finger from her clitoris. "I can feel your fingers clamping down on me, you're so fucking tight." He leaned forward and replaced that finger with his tongue.
The feel of his mouth and wet tongue over her was enough to make her climax again almost immediately. He pulled his mouth away from her, but kept his fingers inside of her.
Molly caught her breath. "I mean it; I want you inside of me."
Jack shook his head, and slowly pulled his fingers out of her still shaking body. "Not tonight. Your body needs a rest."
Molly reached for his pants. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Then let me, please."
Jack put a hand on hers, but did not push her away. Molly climbed on top of him and pushed him down on his back. She unzipped his jeans and pulled them down as quickly as she could. She was worried about the size when she saw the bulge without the protection of his jeans between them, but only the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. She grabbed the elastic and jerked them down to expose the rest of Jack, and he sprang free.
Molly wrapped a hand around him, surprised that her middle finger could not reach her thumb, but began to stroke him. "You're wet already, too." She noticed with a smile as his mushroom tip dripped slightly.
She wrapped her mouth around the head, and Jack's body jerked in pleasure. She smiled when she realized that he had fantasized about her over the years, just as she had fantasi
zed about him. This whole night was a fantasy coming true. How many nights had they slept across the street from each other, with the same dreams about this moment?
She worked slowly at first, then quickened her movements as she felt his body grow tenser and tenser. Finally, he groaned in his own release, and she pulled away, keeping an open palm on his chiseled stomach. She enjoyed watching him as his eyes still trailed all over her body, as if he had never seen anything like her before. At his final sigh, she climbed over him and laid down on top of him. Naked body to naked body.
His hand stroked her hair, and she almost fell asleep. But he kissed her forehead and whispered, "I've wanted you for so long Molly."
"I wanted you, too." She pushed away the words she really wanted to say. She wanted to tell him she had never stopped loving him, and she never would.
"Let’s go get a shower," Jack whispered. "I'm not done exploring you yet."
Molly giggled as Jack lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her to the small bathroom shower.
Chapter Twenty
Rachel woke up feeling like she was somewhere between a dream and a nightmare. The first thing she noticed when she awoke was Jack's arms wrapped around her, his face against her ear. The second thing she noticed was Rachel standing in her doorway whispering her name.
"Molly," Rachel said quietly.
"What?" Molly hissed. She wanted to roll over into Jack's arms. She wanted to wake up looking into his eyes, not into Rachel's eyes.
"Jeremy is downstairs with his dad," Rachel whispered, and Molly quickly sat up. Then remembering she was not wearing any clothes, she pulled the sheet up around her neck. Jack moaned and opened his eyes.
"Why is Rachel in your bedroom? Is Rachel always here?" He asked.
"I have to get dressed, don't let him up here, okay?" Molly groped around the floor looking for the closest clothes she could put on.
"I'm not a complete idiot you know," Rachel said walking towards the door. "I told him you weren't feeling well."
As the door shut behind Rachel, Jack tried to pull Molly back into the bed. "No, I have to go down there before they come up here."
"Who?"
"Jeremy and his dad." Molly found a pair of jeans and was pulling them on when she noticed Jack's face. "What? Don't be mad at me, I told you why I have to do this. We aren't really together Jack."
"It's not you I'm mad at," Jack growled. “I’m coming down there, I’m not going to let him touch you. If he hurts you again-"
"What are you even talking about?" Molly asked from under the blue sweater as she pulled it over her head.
"Rachel told me what happened," Jack said. Molly froze. The last thing she needed was Jack going downstairs and causing a scene. She was going kill Rachel for telling him.
"Oh, that was nothing," Molly said, then when she saw the look on Jack's face she added, "I mean, if we were staying together it would be something worth killing him over. But, I stopped him, and we broke up. There is nothing to worry about anymore."
“Molly, I don’t like this. I don’t want you near him,” Jack said, and Molly could hear the anger in his voice as it began to mingle with frustration.
“It’s daylight, his dad is down there, and Rachel is there. But, if there is a problem, I will yell for you.” Molly bent over and grabbed Jack's face in her hands and landed a kiss on his mouth. "Just stay up here for a few minutes, okay?"
Molly did not wait for him to answer as she bounded down the staircase into the shop. Jeremy was standing out there with his father Alexander. Jeremy was the spitting image of Alexander, looks, attitude, money and all. Molly never liked him, but had never noticed until this moment how much Jeremy was like him.
"Molly." Jeremy walked to her, hands out for a hug. He was always sickeningly sweet to her around his parents. "Your cashier says you aren't feeling well my love, what’s wrong?"
Rachel snorted. Jeremy had known Rachel almost as long as Molly had, but still made a show of reminding Molly that Rachel was an employee. Molly forced a smile on her face. "Just a headache, I'm feeling better now."
"Fantastic," Alexander said. "Let's go upstairs for a brandy."
"I don't actually have any liquor upstairs," Molly said pretending to feel sorry about it. "And it is an absolute wreck up there now, no room to sit."
"Well, we won't keep you then," Alexander said looking around the shop as though he was afraid something was going to reach out and bite him. Molly knew he probably had a flask of brandy in his pocket anyway, he just did not want to be caught standing in a gift shop. "We were in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by and give you this."
The older man extended an envelope to Molly, and she reached out to take it from him. She carefully tore it open, and found an invitation for the family Christmas party.
"We had to move it up to Monday," Jeremy said with a catch in his voice.
"Why?" Molly asked.
"Mother, she isn't doing well at all, and she wants to see everyone as soon as possible," Jeremy said and Molly felt her chest tighten.
She reached out and grabbed Jeremy's wrist gently. "I'm so sorry, she is a wonderful woman."
"She certainly was a looker in her day," Alexander said and Molly felt Jeremy stiffen. They may be two peas in a pod, but where Alexander treated Lucinda as a piece of property, Jeremy loved his mother. "Not as much of a looker as you that is Molly."
Molly felt herself flush, and could not find anything to say. She turned to Jeremy, "I will be there Monday night."
"I’ll pick you up at six, mother wants to come by too, see the shop decorated for Christmas." Jeremy rolled his eyes and then raised a hand as Molly began to protest. Jeremy lowered his voice. "We are expected to show up together."
"Okay, at six then." Molly nodded. She hugged Jeremy goodbye, and accepted Alexander's kiss on her hand. The moment the front door shut, Molly turned to walk back to the storeroom.
"Uh uh!" Rachel called out. "Not until you give me details."
"I don't have time right now," Molly said pointing at the clock. "Santa's Workshop starts in thirty minutes!"
Molly pushed open the storeroom, surprised to find Jack standing there in only a pair of jeans. Her eyes could not help but trace all the hard lines and divots in his body. "What are you doing down here like that?"
"I don't trust him," Jack said, and Molly heard the hint of darkness in his voice.
“Are you going to follow me around for the rest of my life to make sure nothing bad ever happens to me?” Molly asked feeling both irritated and flattered that Jack was acting so protective.
“Molly, don’t start.” He said shaking his head. “There is a difference between me being possessive, and me not wanting you around your asshole of an ex-boyfriend.”
Molly knew she had to change the subject and bring Jack’s attention elsewhere if she did not want him to run out the door after Jeremy. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, letting her bare breasts spill out in Jack’s view. She almost laughed as the look in his eyes instantly changed.
"We only have thirty minutes to get ready for the Workshop," she said as she ran past him up the stairs. He was her room just a second after she was and threw her down on the bed. Jack pulled her jeans off and began to run his fingers up her legs.
"I only need five minutes to get ready, so as far as I see it," he began to trail kisses down her stomach. "That gives us twenty-five minutes to kill."
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The weekend flew by fast between Santa's Workshop and Dickens Village during the day, then Jack in Molly's bed all night. They had still not had sex even though at one point late Sunday night she practically begged Jack for it. "We've waited ten years, we can wait a little longer," he said before he brought her over the edge of another wonderful climax.
Before Molly knew it, it was Monday night. The night of Jeremy’s family dinner. Jack had left her shop hours ago to open his bar. As Molly was getting ready upstairs, she saw him from time to time pacing at his front windo
w, pretending like he was not looking over at her shop.
It was almost time for Jeremy to pick her up, and Molly stood in front of the bedroom mirror. She had on a long black backless dress that hugged her body, the tallest heels she could walk in, and a strand of white pearls Jeremy had given her last year for Christmas. If she was going on this date, she was going to fill the part fully. She pulled her dark auburn hair into a side sweeping style, and it trailed down in front of her breasts in loose spirals.
She walked down the stairs, slowly as not to trip from her heels, and gripped onto the rail with all her might. "Rach?"
Rachel popped her head into the storeroom and whistled. "Damn Molly, you are a fox!"
"A wobbly fox maybe," Molly laughed as she stumbled down the last few steps, but then caught herself gracefully on the landing.
"I can't believe you’re wasting your hot self on Jeremy tonight." Rachel shook her head.
"Me either. Believe me- it’s the last thing I want to do."
The bell at the front door chimed and Rachel walked out to tend to the customer. Now on flat ground, Molly was able to walk more confidently in her heels.
"Molly!" Rachel yelled.
"Damnit Jeremy," Molly whispered. Why was he coming through the front? He should have come through the alley like he always did. Jeremy wanted to show her off though, she was sure of it. Walk her outside on Main Street where everyone would see they were still together. She just hoped Jack was busy.
She walked into the front room and came face to face with Jack. He sucked in his breath and slowly trailed his eyes up and down her body, lingering just a moment at her breasts. She could not help but smile. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”
"Looks like I'm catching you at a bad time," he said, his eyes lingering on the pearl necklace.
The anger in Jack’s voice stung Molly. She did not want to have this conversation again. "You know I have Jeremy's family thing tonight."
"Oh yes. Your boyfriend," Jack said his expression slamming into steel.
“I don’t want to do this again,” Molly said. Jack had all but ordered her to stay home this morning before he left.