The Holiday Package: A Jake Davis Novella - Part One Read online

  Hopping into the shower to wash all the sex from last night and this morning off me, I think about the connection we share. It was not rushed or forced or awkward. My last hook-up was certainly strange and though Eve was stacked in all the right ways, the sex was just eh.

  I’m soaping every part of my body as I relive last night and look down, thinking just the thought of Sasha turns me on. In a split second, I hear the shower curtain pull back and I see Sasha, naked, standing in front of me with the question she doesn’t need to ask.

  “Fuck, Ginger, I was just thinking about you and look at what that does to me.”

  “Then it is a good fucking thing I decided to come uninvited into your room for a second time.”

  Stepping in, she immediately sinks to her knees as she fully takes me in her mouth.

  “Fuck, Ginger, you can break into my room as often as you want if you’re going to do that,” I say, caressing the curls of her auburn hair.

  In my mind, I see a woman in need of love, love in a big way. I can’t offer this but I could give her affection and adoration and hell if she didn’t make it easy. Sure, she has a fucking sassy mouth on her but she is something, full of piss and vinegar in the sweetest package I can ever imagine just sitting under that fucking huge tree, ready for me to unwrap.

  I’m not even doing any of the work, her scrumptious mouth is going at it and all I can do is lean my head against the shower as her tongue suckles my ever so sensitive bulb. The next thing I know she’s gently squeezing on my balls while I hold on tight to her head. She moans, indicating she likes a little bit of roughness as I pull her hair; she moves faster when I explode in her mouth. Again, she swallows it and it’s all I can do not to get hard again.

  “Ginger, sugar, you’re going to be the death of me.”

  Bringing her lips into a sexier than fuck smirk that I am getting used to, she cups my ass as her hands wrap around me and whispers in my ear, “Death by sex, not a bad way to go.”

  Holy Hell! This girl is going to do just that but hey, the one thing in our lives that’s always constant is death and taxes, so if I’ve to go like she says, it isn’t a bad way.

  * * *

  If we don’t get out of the villa, we’ll never leave her bed. Something tells me she needs to feel special, she pretty much said it when I proposed this holiday affair.

  When we walk through the main house, asking to use Mack’s car for the day to drive to a secluded beach Sasha had told me about, the kid’s assault us, wanting to go. As much as I see the desire on Sasha’s face, call me selfish, but I want her to myself. “Maybe tomorrow,” is all she says as though she can read my face. Sasha is perfection for a day at the beach, covered up with a white sundress that brings out the amber caramel of her eyes and the red hair I love wrapping my hands in. I can see just the hint of the yellow polka dot bikini. I laugh because I really didn’t think she’d have a specific one when I joked with her this morning.

  “How the hell did you have this particular bikini?”

  “Oh, it is silly really,” she says, throwing the beach bag and cooler she’d packed after our shower of sex and more sex.

  “No, I want to hear it, truly!” I insist.

  Rubbing the back of her neck and biting her lip, while keeping her eyes trained on the outside landscape, her speech starts to quiver when she speaks. “My mom, she sang it every year, whenever we opened our pool for the first time and we’d both parade around with our yellow polka dot bikinis while the song played.” Clearing her throat, she finishes, “I guess it sounds sort of lame now that I say it out loud.”

  She’s vulnerable in this moment and I want to pull the car over and ask her about her mom, then tell her about mine. I know the tic of the jaw, the tears that almost fill up the eye just enough for one tear to drop. I know the sound of a child that still misses his or her mother. I know that feeling too fucking well.

  But I don’t. This is supposed to be casual and she’d freaked out on me this morning, leaving me alone in my room to wake up absent of her precious body. I keep driving but place my hand on her thigh, the skin her white sundress has exposed. She flinches at first and then relaxes into my touch. I think of this as a minor victory for the ice queen who obviously trusts very few in her life.

  I stay quiet, understanding fully the loss of a mother and wonder if she’ll open up. All she says is, “When my mom died, it was bad enough but to know the circumstances around that, well hell, it made my whole fucking world crash down on me.”

  Again, this is something that pierces my heart because if my own mother hadn’t trusted the one person in her life she should have always been able to, she’d still be alive. But, I almost lost Hannah through the ordeal and she’d be the only thing that got me through.

  I only squeeze her thigh lightly to acknowledge her words and smile a weak one, showing her my sympathy. This is a subject matter for a man of six-feet-four-inches, which still can have me blubbering like a baby even fifteen years later.

  In sixty seconds, her mood instantly changes as we are face to face with the water and the surf of the beach. “Living in LA, I mean there is beach forever but this is different.” Pushing her sunglasses up, her eyes are pure evil when she says, “So, Davis, what are your thoughts about sex on the beach? And I’m not talking about the drink.”

  Hell, this lady can be so soft one moment and super fiery the next second. It’s as if I’m feasting on a buffet, where I start with the mild appetizers before moving on to the spicy main course.

  “Ginger, sugar, you’ve read my mind.”

  8

  At dinner, Mack pulls me aside for yet another one of his wonderful cigars with two glasses of scotch. “So, Jake, when I went upstairs at nine this morning, I saw your door was wide open and empty. Want to fill in the blanks?” he asks, eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly curved. “I guess you don’t have to though since for the past two days, the sexual tension between you two have been off the charts.”

  I only nod; he doesn’t want details, which I know for a fact.

  “Be gentle with her heart. I know I told you she could handle herself and she can. However, she may act icy but hell, she’s as fragile as they come.”

  His statement is one I wouldn’t buy for a minute until I had seen her in the car today, trembling at the memory of her mom.

  “Funny you say that, at first I called her Ice Queen, now I’ve changed it to Ginger.”

  “Why is that all redheads have to have some sort of the nickname referring to their hair?” he asks.

  I chuckle and think of the one redhead that I love deeply and continue to. “I’m not sure, my sister is a redhead, like fire engine red and I always called her Cherry. Her hair is not quite as auburn as Sasha’s color.” Looking at Mack, he has more on his mind, a hell of a lot more by the looks of it and I ask, “You want to share anything with me?”

  “No, I have a lot I can say but Sasha is a big girl. She tells people what she wants them to know.”

  Taking a deep breath, I respond, “This is just a fun holiday affair, I can’t do much more nor can she.”

  Standing up, draining the rest of the scotch he’d poured us both from earlier, he only says, “Yeah, good luck with that.”

  * * *

  We are not even in the quarters of the second story villa when Sasha is on me. Pushing me against the wall, which I purposely allow, she reaches for my button-down shirt and pulls it off as the buttons go everywhere. With a smirk painted on her pretty face by the devil himself, she says, “I hope you don’t expect me to fix this, I’m not domestic.”

  Of course, her little smart-mouthed self would say this. I take her chin gently in mine and say, “I wouldn’t think of it!”

  She has such a mouth on her and the dirty things she does with it is about as filthy as the words that drip from her. Her eyes are glazed over with want and heat. I’ve never been so turned on by someone desiring me as I am with this woman. Since last night; since our little torrid affair be
gan, we have had sex at least seven times and every time has been different. In the water today, out in the mild waves, I could work myself deep into her and it was tricky, but I did it, condom and all. But fuck, it was hot, everything is hot with her.

  Tonight, though, as she’s one with me, I back her up against the wall and I drop to my knees to work her clit. She’s slick and wet. Pulling me up, she only whimpers, “In me now.”

  With a deep chuckle, I say, “I’m no one’s sub,” using her words against her again.

  “No, Davis, you’re not anyone’s sub, but I want to come all over your cock so do you think we can make this happen?” Using the tip of her tongue as a tease, she makes a circular motion around her lips and I’m absolutely fucked. She has me there.

  “Well, if you want to come all over my cock, who am I to deny you this?”

  Her sweet, warm breath lingers just above her luscious lips as she takes her tongue, placing it on my earlobe for just a brief moment, making me hard, like normal. “Davis, I’ll do such awful things to you tonight, we may not sleep.”

  “Ginger, dirty me as you please,” I say, lifting her light body into my arms, against the wall as I assault her neck, my teeth biting down on her tender flesh gently.

  Turning her around, I place her on the counter where her bare pussy is positioned just right. Taking the condom and sliding it on me while she plays with my balls, I glide into her. Taking my ass in her hands, she takes my body and starts slamming me into her and of course, I allow this because, why wouldn’t I?

  As she comes around me, I also feel the release of an orgasm that goes on and on and on. “Babe, you’re something else,” I say.

  “Yeah, you haven’t seen anything yet, Davis. Let's get our asses into my fucking bedroom. I think you were wanting to go down on me. I may just demand it.” She sees the questioning look on my face, “Yeah, yeah, I get it, you’re not submissive. Well, I’m no Dom! I just want you to fuck me in every way there is, tonight.”

  As she turns from me, I grab ahold of her arms, pulling her back to me. “Stop giving me fucking orders because I’ll take care of you just fine, Ice Queen.”

  She sees my challenging eyes and only winks. “Fine,” she says with a sultry tone. “But I better be getting at least ten fucking orgasms a day. And I get one time a day when I’m fully in charge,” she finishes with a smirk, thinking she’s won.

  “This is not a fucking negotiation.”

  “One time, Davis.”

  Actually, I am surprised she is down with just one time a day for her to be in charge and I do a small victory dance in my head. “One time, Ice Queen.” Pulling my hand toward her as she walks to her bedroom, thinking she won, I pull her back to me as I say, “Oh, and Ginger, that was your fucking one time for the day.”

  She flips me off and I can’t help the low little laugh that bellows from my mouth. Yep, I’ll find the sweeter side of this girl, somewhere buried deep within her.

  9

  We are two days from Christmas and even though this thing with Sasha comes with no strings attached, I want to find something just for her. With her limbs wrapped around me, she stirs just enough for me to encourage her to go back to sleep. I turn to see her and covering her naked body I sigh, because I could look at her all day.

  Quickly leaving her room, I make my way to the main house, finding Anna in the kitchen. Turning to me, she smiles, grabbing me a cup of coffee. “I had no idea you woke up this early. I was assuming you and Sasha would still be tangled up with one another.”

  She looks over her coffee with just a grin and I shrug. “Am I going to get a lecture?” I ask.

  “No, of course not. Sasha is a unique soul, one part is cold as ice and the next thing you know, she’s loving on my kids.”

  Pouring some cream into my coffee, I smile. “She’s a special gal, but I can’t offer more.” Though I knew I was willing to give it up for Justine. As much as I cared for Justine, the woman in Sasha is made for me. I know, too, she’s not willing to give either.

  “She has a full heart, Jake. Don’t let her hardness fool you.” Anna replaces the coffee pot as she continues, “So what are you up to this early? I’m sure you’d rather be with Sasha than drinking coffee with me.”

  “Yeah, I wanted to see if I could borrow Mack’s car again. I thought I might do some shopping this morning.”

  With a large smile, Anna understands my intentions. “Hmm, that is mighty sweet of you.”

  “Do you have any suggestions for me?” I ask, looking over my coffee as I blow on it.

  “Through the last six Christmases she has spent with me, I’ve found she loves hummingbirds, bangle bracelets, and necklaces. She must have a hundred necklaces and wears them all.”

  “Ah, very good. I’ll see what I can find.” I grab the keys as she hands them to me, “And don’t spill this little rendezvous of mine to her.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t even think about it.”

  * * *

  My trip to the local stores proved to be very successful as I found a couple presents for the naked woman I left back at the villa along with some toys for the kids, that I can stash in Mack’s office.

  Opening the door to the villa, Sasha greets me with a small smirk, in a green lacy negligee. “I’m glad I’m not Mack,” I say, making a beeline for the redhead in the naughty green nightie.

  “I actually told him not to worry about breakfast this morning for us. Anna was kind enough to bring us muffins because I sure as fuck won’t be cooking.”

  Ah, how I’ve come to covet her sass. “I wouldn’t ever expect that from you, Ginger.”

  I am now sitting next to her, working my hand up her thigh when I find she has on fucking underwear. “What is this?”

  “Ah, just in case I had a kid make their way to me before you got back. But feel free to take them off me any way you’d like.”

  I place kisses all over her pale neck, not able to get enough of this woman. “Where did you go?” she asks between moans as I slip one finger into her core.

  “Hmm,” I kiss her on the lips and pull back, “Errands, I wanted to get those kids something from me. After just a few days, I sort of adore them.” I find my place back on her lips as she grants access to her mouth. I take her deep, plunging my fingers into her. I’ve not even worked with her clit and still she’s writhing as I place her body down on the couch and straddle her, still with my hand in her.

  That is when I put the pad of my thumb on her clit. “Davis, holy shit. I want this but I want you in me, now. I need you inside of me.”

  I laugh because I know what this means. “This is your one time in control, Ms. Peterson. But if you would like, I can be inside of you in a matter of seconds.” Taking the pad of my thumb, I rub her greedy little clit and she shudders at the touch.

  My words of coveting control have her swearing under her breath until her words finally sound coherent. “You fucker.”

  “I’m a sexy fucker,” I say, pulling away from her.

  Sitting up, feeling my absence, she pulls my hand back to her, “You’re a sexy and sadistic fucker but since I’m in control this one time today, it will be my way.” And in that moment, her eyes are hooded, glazed with need. She loves control but the one gift I can give her in our time together is a little bit of submission, a little bit of trust for someone around her.

  I’m still standing next to her, her thighs parted as I think about going back on my word and shoving my hard cock into the juicy lips of her pussy. But no, she needs this just as much as she needs to give control over to me for the rest of the day. But that fucking underwear is still in the way. I remember her words from earlier about taking them off any way I’d like. Leading with my head, I take my teeth and bite down on the hem of her panties and begin to remove them, slowly, taking in her scent. I continue to pull them down with my hands while I slather kisses on her thighs, knees, and calves, I get them off her long legs and pocket her undies into my jeans. “You won’t be seeing these again.”


  Since being with her, I tend not to go anywhere without a condom or two because Sasha and I are just that needy for one another. Taking the condom from my other pocket, she grabs it from me before I’ve got a chance to do anything. “Strip, now!” she barks and I do as she says. Taking in the rigidness of her teeth, those wonderful pearly whites of hers, I want them to be sunk into my own skin, she tears the package open, and in that one little movement of hers, I can see the need, the desire, the want deep in the caramel-amber of her eyes. The fucking eyes of an enchantress, she could ask anything of me right now, and I would do it.

  Now that I’m fully naked, she takes her hands, running her thin elegant fingers up the length of my dick and it twitches at her touch, wanting more. Taking the condom, she wraps me fully with it. I’ve never had such a mundane task of donning a condom feel so sensual as her fingers touch me at every spot.

  Standing up, she takes me in her arms, reaching down toward my ass, with one sharp squeeze of my cheeks and with the little bit of pain, it makes my dick come to attention, pushing up against her small and firm stomach. I smile because this little move takes my breath away, wondering what in the world this woman has in store for me.

  Turning me around, she pushes me hard onto the couch and though I could feel the full force of her body against mine, I allow this to happen. She’s maybe five feet eight inches tall against my six-foot four-inch frame but hell, I’ve promised her control so this is what she gets.

  When I think she’s going to order me to lie down, she straddles her legs over my lap and I can hear the wetness of her pussy while taking my dick and sliding me into her. She moans as I fully fill her and fuck, in this position, she’s tight and I can feel every movement she makes. I realize I won’t last long.