Holly's Crush: The Complete Trilogy (6 page)

And that wasn’t even the worst of it; Lexi managed to top herself in the sleaze department when she kneeled down in front of Jack and asked to suck his cock. WTF! She would have done it right then and there too, if he would have agreed to it. Instead he just looked so uncomfortable sitting there with Lexi bobbing all over him like a friggin’ cat in heat. Holly was embarrassed for him and for once, she wasn’t the one turning red.

Who knows why, maybe her porn scene wasn’t having the result she had hoped for, but Lexi suddenly decided to become more respectable and merely just sit on Jack’s lap. She still kissed him; however, and that sent Holly’s blood to the boiling point.
Was Jack actually starting to enjoy this?
She was going to have to commit herself soon if she continued to let this stuff bother her.

With the hopes of becoming oblivious, Holly grabbed Scott’s drink and downed it in one gulp, ignoring the wine-only rule that she had set for herself tonight. She asked him to get her another, not really caring what it was – he could surprise her, when her stomach growled. She hesitated for a second, thinking that she really needed to get some food first. But then she pushed that thought aside figuring she could always throw in a frozen pizza when she got home, topping it off with some whipped cream straight from the can.

She added on a few cocktails later, or a few shots, or a mixture of both – who knows? She didn’t care at this point. Jack was fading from her mind and she was enjoying life, that’s what mattered to her. There was no point in being upset with Lexi. It wasn’t her fault that they both wanted the same man; she had no clue about Holly’s all-consuming lust for Jack.

During one stupid momentary lapse of judgment, Holly had grabbed Scott and planted a huge kiss on him after she noticed Jack glancing over in her direction. It was wrong and childish, but she was hoping to cause some kind of reaction. Maybe even bring him to feel just a fraction of the jealousy that she had felt when Lexi kissed him.

Stupidity, fueled by liquor, was a dangerous combination.

It wasn’t smart to use Scott in that way; he made it no secret all night how interested he was in her. But even though she was capable of being logical and could come up with a million reasons why leading him on was such a bad idea, she did it anyway.
Please, please let me feel a spark, it would make everything so much easier,
Holly begged herself. She had wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him to her. She intended on a short kiss, but Scott had other ideas. He morphed it into some kind of a lizard love-fest with his tongue darting all over her mouth trying to gain entry. After what felt like way too long, she was able to push him back, unlocking the lip suction. It felt like she was going to have bruised, purple lips tomorrow and it wouldn’t even be worth it.

“Um, thanks, I guess…but I’m not feeling too well right now and I probably should sit down.”

Holly left for a small table in the corner, grabbing a bowl of pretzels along the way. She never lied to Scott; she really was starting to feel woozy, but that kiss seemed to push her over the edge and make her nauseated. She hoped that scarfing down a bunch of hard bread would soak up some of the alcohol that was swimming around in her stomach. It was starting to feel like a whole damn pool party going on in there.

***

Jack continued looking over at Holly, wanting to make sure she was alright, but not wanting to interfere. Lexi was starting to get on his last nerve. Once again, this hot babe was offering herself up to him, on a fucking platter, and he wasn’t interested. He had no doubt that she would of screwed him right there in front of the whole bar if he would of let her. There would have been a time not too long ago when he would have been into something like that. Sure, they would have been thrown out of the place, but it would have been worth the rush.

He noticed Lexi out on the dance floor dirty-dancing with some guy she just met.
More power to her
. He would have been the same way before – if his date wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, it was on to someone who would. He was just relieved that she was finally leaving him alone. It gave him more time to look out for Holly.

He glanced over at her again, not wanting to be too obvious. She hadn’t looked so good when she stumbled over to the table, nearly dumping a bowl of pretzels over some guy’s head. He didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her in this state, especially Scott. He seen the way he leered at her all night and that kiss drove him fucking nuts; he wanted to march right over and cold-cock the bastard. It looked like Holly wanted no part of it, but it wasn’t his place to intervene if he was wrong. For all he knew, Scott could have been the one in Holly’s bedroom last week. Although, if that was the case, she sure wasn’t acting like she wanted a rematch. One thing was blatantly obvious though – she had too much to drink. He also couldn’t escape the protective feelings he had towards her. He had a strong need to make sure she was safe tonight.

***

The next thing she knew, Holly was riding in Jack’s car. She vaguely remembered sitting at the table waiting for all the pretzels she ate to kick in. Scott had come over wanting to take her home, and wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. She had some kind of an altercation with him; she just wanted him to go away and he wouldn’t listen. Jack appeared out of nowhere and something went down between him and Scott (if her head wasn’t playing on a merry-go-round, she would have known what that was). Whatever happened, it happened quickly and the next thing she recalled with any clarity was being in Jack’s car.

“When was the last time you ate something?” Jack demanded.

“I had pretzels.”

“That doesn’t count. We need to get something in your stomach.” He pulled into a fast food drive-thru and came away with a bag packed with food.

Holly had a hard time looking at most of it; the only thing that didn’t turn her stomach was the fries. They ended up tasting better than she expected and she quickly ate two large orders.

Jack watched her lick all the salt off her fingers. “It looks like you enjoyed them.”

“Oh, yes,” Holly responded. “I am feeling better already.”

“There is plenty more food here for you. Or we could go somewhere else?”

“Nope, all good. So…why are you the one taking me home?”

“Lexi was in no position to drive, so Scott is going to make sure she gets home safely.”

Holly wanted to ask why he wasn’t taking Lexi home, but she thought against it. She was starting to feel better now and her dizziness was subsiding. All that was left now was a serious buzz. She took a moment to really process what was happening. She was in Jack’s car! Alone! Her head was swimming again, not with alcohol this time, but with euphoria (and lust).

“We are just about home,” Jack said. “Would you like me to stop anywhere before we get there?”

Holly assured him that she was just fine and the only thing she wanted now was sleep.
Liar.

Jack parked the car and quickly got out to open the door for her. Holly stepped out and thought she was going to faint.

“Whoa…” She swayed backwards into Jack’s arms.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay. We need to hurry up and get you into bed.”

“I usually never drink this much.” For some reason, Holly felt like she needed to explain herself to him. “I don’t know what happened tonight. I –”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it; it happens to all of us at one time or another. I’m just glad you’re safe at home now.”

Jack helped her upstairs to her apartment, all the while Holly clung to him like a monkey to its last banana.

“Wow, you’re strong,” Holly said. She had been aching to touch him since that first day she saw him walking down the hallway. Feeling bolder than her usual self, she ran her hand up and down his arm and over his chest, feeling the taunt muscles under his shirt.

“You are so hard…you must live at the gym. Or maybe you spent the night in a freezer?” Holly giggled.

Jack gave her a stern look. “I would prefer it if you didn’t do that.”

Shit. Did she just cross some kind of line?
Holly stopped feeling him up and looked at him, embarrassed.

“Holly…I didn’t mean to be so abrupt. I’m just trying to get you home. You need your sleep.”

They came up to her door and she fumbled around for her keys.
I wonder if your cock is as hard as the rest of you.
Holly looked into her purse and pondered that to herself. At least she thought she said it to herself.
Please don’t let me have said that out loud.
She looked over at Jack and his expression was nothing out of the ordinary. Good, she was in the clear. Note to self:
Do not drink so much next time.

When they did get inside, Jack turned around to leave once he knew she’d be fine.

“What’s the rush?” Holly asked as she stumbled again and almost fell through the coffee table.

Jack ran over to catch her. “I guess you’re not as fine as I thought. Let’s get you into bed.”

Holly snickered again at the thought of Jack in her bedroom. She felt like a schoolgirl going through her first crush, not some woman starting a new life, complete with an ex-fiancé. Holly relaxed in his arms, partly because it felt so damn good, but also because it was easier than trying to hold herself up on her own. She couldn’t help herself; she looked into those incredible eyes and ran a finger over his scar above his eyebrow. He flinched and she really hoped he wasn’t repulsed by her.

“How did you get that scar?”

“Long story, but short version is that I was young and stupid. Nothing I want to talk about now.”

“Ooookay…just wondering.”

Forgetting about her embarrassment (a whole five minutes ago), Holly reached over again and brought her hands down his bulging pec muscles. She was probably being too gutsy tonight for her own good, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from touching him.

Jack grabbed her wrists. “Holly. Please stop.” He spoke to her in that severe tone that he used earlier.

She finally took him seriously and immediately started feeling like some kind of a scumbag. Here she was, rubbing all over her friend’s date. Maybe something was going on between him and Lexi. Maybe he really liked her and that was why he recoiled whenever Holly touched him. Maybe he has a thing for prostitute/tube-top girl or one of the other millions of women out there. Maybe she should stop thinking about things that piss her off.

She resolved to keep her hands to herself as Jack helped her into bed. The pillow felt so nice and soft against her head. Someone must have dropped a lead weight in her brain because she was suddenly so drained she could barely keep her eyelids open. Jack pulled the blankets over her and she zonked out before she could thank him.

***

Jack stood over Holly’s bed for several minutes watching her sleep. He had made sure she was comfortable, but beyond that, he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t think she’d want to sleep in her nice dress, but he couldn’t exactly get himself to take it off of her. The thought certainly invaded his mind half a dozen times, but it seemed wrong. He wanted nothing more than to see her beautiful body free of clothing. Okay, he
could
think of something he wanted more, but the point was; he didn’t want to take advantage of her when she was this drunk.

He was the last one to be called a saint though; if she would have kept kneading him like that, he wasn’t sure how long he would have been able to control himself. She had no idea of the effect she had on him. He had to keep pushing her hands away – Jesus, they were all over him – when he really wanted her to never stop. She had been pushing him dangerously close; it wouldn’t have been much longer before his dick defeated his brain. It had already become boulder-hard just because she
wanted
to touch him so much. What the fuck would she do to him if they were naked together? He had to get himself out of her room now.

“Sweet dreams, Holly,” he whispered, softy kissing her forehead.

***

Holly awoke the next morning (afternoon?) feeling like she just ate a game board. She definitely needed something to drink. Groaning, she forced herself to sit up, trying to ignore the bongo drums playing in her head. That’s when she noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes as last night. She tried to piece everything together, but her mind was so fuzzy.

Looking over at her nightstand, she saw a large glass of water sitting there, along with a couple aspirin. She grabbed them, downing it all in a few gulps. Setting the glass back down, she noticed a note. Her eyes were not cooperating too well and the words were swirling around the paper, but she managed to make it out:

Holly,

From the looks of you last night, I knew you would be needing this today. If you

need anything else, remember that I’m right across the hall.

Jack

Jack.

Holly struggled to remember everything that had led to her wearing this crumpled-up dress and feeling like crap. The entire night at the club was recalled somewhat easily, even the parts she wanted to forget, but afterwards was patchy. Jack brought her home and she had to rely on him to make it up the stairs. She must have looked pathetic. Once she was inside her apartment, she wasn’t sure of anything.

“Oh my God! Jack was in my apartment.” Holly wondered what she had lying around for him to see. Half-eaten pieces of pizza? Underwear? Magic Flipper?

A million scenarios played out in her mind and she could not figure out which one really happened. The last thing she remembered was Jack holding her up as she walked in the door – his body had felt so good – but after that was a blur. Her brain was aching from thinking too hard, wondering just how much she had made a fool of herself in front of him.

She made herself get into the shower hoping to feel better. Fortunately, that was the case, at least until the hot water ran out.

After the head fog has dissipated to the point where she felt more like her normal self, she found herself knocking on Jack’s door. Holly’s eyes grew wide when a woman answered and she wanted to hate her immediately. She looked into her round face and violet eyes, realizing it would be like hating an angel. For that is what she looked like to Holly, specifically a cherub, with her sweet face and ample, voluptuous body. Despite being full-figured, or maybe because of it, she was absolutely breathtaking.
Does that eye color even exist? They have to be contacts.