Page 3 of Jingle all the Way

That’s enough of my little trip down memory lane. I need to focus on this… thing, I have for my next-door neighbor. In two days, I am going to be playing the elf to his Santa. Eve the elf and Father Christmas. I sigh. He will definitely give meaning to the words sexy Santa. I groan at the thought, as my hand trails under the comforter, down to my shorts. Pushing under the waistband, I run a finger through my wet folds. I am soaked and it confirms my earlier thoughts. No one has ever turned me on like Bennett does.

My pussy throbs and I push a finger inside me, gasping at the sensation. I begin pumping, my head racing with thoughts of Bennett. If he were here right now, what would he be doing to me? Would he fuck me with his fingers? Would he eat me out? Or would he just ram his cock in me and fuck me hard. I bet sex with him would be like nothing I have ever experienced. You can tell by looking at him, he knows how to please a woman.

I pump harder, but it’s not enough. Growling, I pull my finger out and reach over to grab my vibrator from my nightstand. I have just opened the draw when I hear it. A little voice.

Myla’s voice.

Shit.

Horrified, I slam the draw shut and grab the wipes, I keep beside my bed, quickly wiping my fingers. “Mommy, I had a nightmare.” She sobs as she walks into my room. I jump out of bed and rush towards her, dropping to my knees.

Pushing her hair back with one hand, I wrap the other one around her. “It’s okay baby. Mommy is here. Sshh.” I coo, pulling her tight against me.

She hiccups. “Can I stay in your bed?” her eyes are glassy with tears and my chest tightens.

Smiling, I push to a stand. “Of course, you can baby.” I lead her over to the empty side, lifting and tucking her under the comforter before climbing into my side. She rolls into me, hugging me close as I stroke up on down her back in a soothing motion. Not even five minutes later, her breathing evens out and she falls asleep.

Dropping a kiss to her forehead, I get comfy on my own pillow. Guilt hits me when I think about masturbating whilst my daughter was scared. But then I remember, I may be a mom, but I am still a woman and it’s natural, so I push those negative thoughts aside. I am a good mom. I know I am.

After some more tossing and turning, I finally fall asleep. I know I am screwed when it’s to Bennett’s green eyes staring deep into mine as I sit on his knee, giggling, as I tell him what a good girl I am.

Chapter4

Bennett

The next day, I am coming out of my house when Eve pulls up in her driveway. She races out of her car, dashing to the trunk. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to spend time with her, I jog over. “Hey,” I say.

She startles, spinning around to face me. Her hair covers her face and I want to reach up, push it back, kiss her. Her eyes move up my body and her cheeks turn red. Shaking her head, she says. “Oh, hey Bennett. How are you?”

“Good. Let me get those for you.” I push past her grabbing the grocery bags.

Sighing, she shuts the trunk before walking to her front door. I follow her, my eyes moving to her cute ass. Heart-shaped and full. I bite my lip to stifle a groan. Pushing open the door, she moves down the small hallway and into the kitchen. “You can pop them on the counter. Thank you.”

“No problem. What is this all for anyway?” I ask.

“I have a last-minute order for holiday cupcakes for a big firm in town. I couldn’t say no, but now I am regretting it. I have two hundred cupcakes to make and drop off by eleven a.m. in the morning.” She groans. “Not to mention the school holiday party on Saturday, which I still have to bake for.”

Stepping into her, I cup her cheeks. Her rambling instantly stops, eyes widening as I lower my face to hers. “Relax. Everything is going to work out. In fact, I don’t have any appointments until this afternoon, why don’t I help you?”

Her breath hitches and she squirms in my hold. “Why are you being so nice to me? First volunteering to be Santa and now this.” Her voice is a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

I step closer into her, enjoying when she shivers. She is affected by me as much as I am her. “Because I want to. Because you deserve someone to help and be there for you. Let me be that guy.”

“But why? What are you getting from this?” she asks.

“What I get is to spend time with you Eve. I like you. I may not have been in the neighborhood long, but I have been watching you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I know I need to go slow with you. Not only because of Myla but because I can tell from our interactions you don’t trust men. You have been hurt.”

Her brows furrow before her mouth pops open in what I think is shock. “What makes you think that?” She ignores everything else, only asking about my last words.

“I just do. I can tell cupcake.” My mouth drops to her ear. “I am not going to hurt you though. I want to take care of you and cake pop.” I whisper using the cute nickname I gave her daughter.

“But you don’t really know me.” she rushes out.

I pull back to see her face. “I know enough and everything else I can learn as we go. Let me be the support you need.” I respond.

She steps back, searching my face for any hint of a lie. She won’t find it. There is something different about Eve and I want to explore that. “You can start by emptying the grocery bags.”

I bark out a laugh - I can’t help it - and then I salute. “Whatever you say cupcake.” I go about doing as she asks, whilst Eve gathers all the supplies she needs to make cakes. I watch as she places bags of flour, cartons of eggs, milk and other ingredients on the counter before setting up what looks like an electric mixing bowl. “How long have you been a baker?” I ask.

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