All I Want For Christmas Is You - Vi Keeland Page 0,70

out a sigh of relief. I peel my wet clothes off and quickly wash the mud out of everything and squeeze them out. I put them in the sink to try and let them drain, before I climb under the hot water and let it stream down over my hair.

“Feels good.” I feel myself begin to relax for the first time in hours. “What a nightmare of a day.”

Jack

I hear the shower turn on and I march into the kitchen. “This place is a fucking mess.” I quickly clear the dishes out of the sink and straighten up the living room. I throw the cushions into place and snatch up a few shirts that are lying over the back of a chair. I hear a scratching at the door, and I storm over and open it to see Rex, sopping wet and wanting to be let in.

“What do you want?” I snap. He looks up at me. “No,” I whisper angrily. “You’re not coming in; you’re covered in mud.” He goes back on his hind legs and lets out a playful bark. “I can’t fucking believe you humped her leg.”

He woofs again and runs back out into the pouring rain thinking this is the best game of all time.

I slam the door shut. “Damn dog is fucking insane” I walk into the bedroom and snatch up the clothes that hang over the back of a chair in here, too. I turn the lamp on and straighten up the bedlinen.

I hear the shower turn off and I hurriedly continue to clean like a maniac. I pick up my shoes from the floor and throw them in the closet. I straighten the top of the dresser and throw the cushions onto the bed.

I hear the bathroom door open. “Umm…. Jack.” She calls.

I smirk, I like the sound of her saying my name.

“Yeah,” I call as I head back down the hall.

I find Holly peeking through a crack in the slightly opened bathroom door.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I um,” she hesitates as if embarrassed. “You said you had something I could borrow to wear?”

I stare at her, wrapped in a towel, big brown eyes, perfect white teeth and olive skin, water beading on her bare shoulders. Her long dark hair is wet, and damn, she looks good enough to eat.

No clothes.... I like you naked.

“Sure.” I glance back down the hall toward my bedroom. “Just a moment.”

I march back into my bedroom and begin to rat through my drawer at double speed as I look for something suitable.

Damn it, why don’t I have any spare lingerie laying around? I smile as I imagine passing that through the crack in the door and the horrified face she would pull.

I grab a pair of boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. I go to the wardrobe and find a black bathrobe. Finally, I have a good use for this damn thing. I walk back down to find that the bathroom door is now closed, and I knock.

“Holly.”

She opens the door slightly and peers through it as if I’m a wild animal.

“Here you are.” I pass the clothes through the crack. She smells clean and like soap… my soap. Hmm… I get a visual of what she might look like under that towel and I feel my cock twitch in appreciation.

Stop it.

“Thank you,” she says as she takes them from me and stands on her foot and then grimaces in pain once again.

“Are you okay?” I frown.

She hops as she keeps the weight from her foot. “Yes, I’m fine.”

She closes the door in my face and my cock pitches a tent in my boxer shorts. Just fucking cut it out already. I walk into my bedroom and over to the wardrobe and I look for a pair of pants that will hide this thing. Quick, I need to hurry.

Fuck.

I find a black pair of jeans, throw them on and tuck my dick strategically in the waistband and look for the biggest t-shirt I can find. I pull a grey one over my shoulders. I look at my crotch in the mirror. All clear.

“This’ll do.”

Holly

I quickly dry myself off and pull on the clothes that Jack has brought in for me, a huge pair of boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. Thankfully there’s a robe or otherwise my boobs would be on display without a bra. I hobble around as I get dressed and I look down at my ankle. It’s beginning to swell. “Shit.” I sit down to