Claiming Holly (Holiday Cove 1)

Jack picked up the conversation again, filling in for my silence, and told me a story about a prank one of the guys on board the ship had pulled. I was only half listening, but did my best to nod along, as the other thoughts in my mind continued to whiz at a hundred miles an hour.

“All right, I’ll let you get some sleep,” Jack said, a few minutes later. “Give the devil dog some love from me.”

I laughed softly. “I will.”

“Night, Holly.”

“Night, Jack.”

The call ended and I was left with a guilty pit in my stomach, instantly wishing I’d been more engaged in the conversation instead of letting my own neurosis get the best of me.

Once Jack was done traveling to wherever he was going, I knew his chances for regular phone calls would likely go down. He’d already warned me of that fact.

I leaned over and rested my head on Hunter’s side. He barely even stirred at my touch. I picked up my phone and, on a whim, decided to send Jack a little reminder of how much I missed him.

24

Jack

“Damn,” I whispered, staring at the picture Holly had emailed to me after our conversation the night before. During our conversation, I’d caught sight of what she was wearing, and she’d confessed that she’d been sleeping in the shirt I’d stowed away in her luggage on the morning I left Holiday Cove. So, after our call, she’d sent a selfie of her lying on the couch with Hunter, wearing the simple, grey shirt with the caption at the bottom, “We miss you.”

The dark blue letters that spelled out US NAVY on the front of the shirt were molded to her breasts as she lay back on the couch and her long, tanned legs stretched out, making it clear that the shirt was the only thing she was wearing.

Beside her, Hunter was lying in a curled up ball, and I smiled at the pup’s familiar face before my eyes darted back to take Holly in. I lingered on her perfect tits, wondering if she was even wearing a bra. It didn’t look like it. My cock went rock hard, thinking about how it felt to bury my face between her bare breasts and the feel of her tight nipples under my tongue. The way she responded at every touch, as though she was getting a drink from a tall glass of ice water at the end of a long trek through the sun scorched desert.

Frustrated by my overwhelming need for release, I clicked out of the image and lay back on the bed. Lions was gone, but I had no idea how long I’d have the room to myself. After a glance at the closed door, I sat up and opened the image again, stunned all over again by the raw sex appeal of what she probably thought was a sweet image. My hand moved down the front of my shorts and I touched myself, keeping my eyes glued to Holly’s photo. As I stroked myself, the memories of the two nights we’d spent together came roaring back, and it didn’t take long till I was ready to explode.

A beeping interrupted my stroke and I opened my eyes to see a call coming in. I opened my eyes, and with a frantic lunge off the bed, I pulled my shorts back on, covering my hard-on as best as I could, and swished my cursor across the screen. My heart went into an even more frantic pulse when I saw Holly’s name and picture on the incoming call. I knew I didn’t have much time before I needed to get to my meeting, but I couldn’t ignore her.

I clicked on the call and the screen blacked out. The timer of the call started, but there were no images or sound. I tapped the edge of the computer with my fingertips and silently prayed for it to load properly.

“Holly?” I called to the blank screen, not sure if I’d caught the call in time.

“Jack?”

A sigh of relief tore through me and I sagged onto my elbows, bowing my head to the screen. “I’m here, I just can’t see you. Can you see me?”

“No…”

I checked the signal and realized the internet connection was low. “My connection isn’t very good. Man, I wish I could see you.”

“Me too,” she agreed, her voice sounded lower than it had the night before.

“I’m over here missing you like crazy. I got the picture you sent from last night and let me tell ya, while I appreciate it something fierce, it’s making me wanna go up and steal a jet to get back to you.”

She giggled. “You like, huh?”

“You have no idea. Right before you called I was trying to figure out how to put out the fire you started.”