Wrapped Up in Holly (Hart Brothers)

7. Evan

Evan

O nce I had it all planned in my head, it took almost no effort. When I asked Mom and Dad about taking the girls for Christmas Eve Eve night, they agreed immediately and even volunteered to pick the girls up from the bus stop. I made sure to get home early, ordered dinner, and even lit a few candles around the house before turning the Christmas lights up so the whole house was in a sort of blue, green, and red haze.

I heard the garage door open and close, the light steps of Holly’s feet, and then finally she was here. I was waiting for her at the back door.

She stopped short. “What-what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, earning an annoyed puff of air.

“You’ve apologized already.”

“I did, but I know that’s not enough.” I slipped her purse off her shoulder and took the car keys from her hand, dropping them in her bag then placed it on the hook. “I don’t know how or when we started losing sight of each other, and I’m sorry for that.” I removed her coat, all the while her brow furrowed, and hung it up in the closet. “I’ve become complacent, I know. I’ve loved you since I was twelve, and maybe that’s part of the problem. Not that I’ve loved you that long, but that being with you is so…” With us still standing in the hall, I stepped into her space, forcing her back against the wall. “You’re a reflex. Being with you is like walking. I don’t think about it; I just do it. You’re a part of me.”

There was barely any room between us, so when she sucked in a big inhale, her breasts rubbed against my chest.

“You’re so much a part of me that I lost sight of you. I forgot to tell you how much I love you.” I wrapped my hands around her shoulders, my fingers digging into her thick sweater. “I adore you, every part of you.”

“Ev—”

I cut her off with a stiff shake of my head. “That’s what I want to do tonight. I want to adore you.”

She opened her mouth again to speak, but I pressed my finger against her lips. “The girls are with Mom and Dad. I ordered dinner that will be delivered later, but since we have a few hours to kill until then, I want you to do something for me.”

She raised her brow, probably not wanting to do me any favors after the last few months we’d had, but I didn’t respond. Only took her hand to walk her through the kitchen. I snagged her glass of wine and my beer then stepped into the living room, where I had the fireplace on and some music playing quietly.

She dropped her focus to the big gift bag on the sofa. “What’s that?”

I merely tipped my chin in silent direction for her to open it.

She hesitatingly sank onto the couch, placing the bag on the floor in front of her. I sat next to her, setting her glass of wine on the low coffee table, then leaned back against the cushions, sipping my lager as she dug through the white tissue paper.

“What… Evan…?” She held the lacy thing between her fingers, her dark eyes narrowed on me. “You got me a bra?”

“I got you a lot more than that.”

She blew out a soft breath between her lips, and I helped myself to another gulp of my drink. I knew it would take some convincing.

I tugged my cell phone from my pocket, explaining, “I want you to model for me. Everything that’s in that bag.”

“ What ? I’m not going to?—”

“Yeah, you are.” I tipped my head to the side at whatever snarky reply she had on the tip of her tongue. “You’re going to slip your pretty little ass into every bit of slinky lingerie that I bought you, and you’re going to strut across the floor for me so I can take some pictures.”

Her jaw flapped up and down.

“You think I don’t want you anymore?” I shook my head. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

“But—”

“I don’t care about your cellulite or your belly or your saggy boobs or anything else you complain about.” I stuck my hand into the bag and pulled out the first thing my fingers found. “Now put this on and go stand over there. The light is perfect.”

That earned a snort of amusement. “What do you know about lighting?”

“That the candlelight makes your eyes sparkle. Go on.” I nudged her. “Put on a fashion show for me.”

She riffled through the bag again, placing all the bras and underwear on her lap. “I can’t believe you bought all this. When am I even going to wear this?”

“Right now.”

She rolled her eyes. “I mean after. This must have cost a small fortune.”

“Holly,” I started, wrapping my hand around her arm and yanking so she toppled off balance and onto me. “Baby…”

Her gaze softened. I hadn’t called her baby in a long time. Because I was a stupid stupid man.

“You do so much for me, and I’m going to change that.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “I promise.” I kissed the other corner. “But, right now…” I licked at her bottom lip. “I need you to do one more thing for me.”

Her breathing was erratic, her breasts rising and falling against my chest. But she stayed quiet, not fighting me on this.

“I need you to take all this pretty lace and satin and put it on. Let me look at you.” I curled my hand around her neck and kissed her mouth, swallowing her tiny sigh. One I hadn’t heard in a very long time. Because I was a stupid stupid man.

I held her close, licking and sucking at her mouth, searching for all the passion and heat that I’d let slip through my fingers over the last few years. I knew my wife was hurt. I knew she was mad. But I also knew we could make it through this.

I apologized with my tongue, begged her with my teeth, comforted her with my hands sinking into her hair. And when she finally gave in, the tension in her body melting away, it was like we were kids again.

I supposed this was part of what we had to do. We had to remember who we were before responsibility and schedules and bills and everything else got in the way of us. We stopped finding moments together to be Holly and Evan, but I was determined to change that. Starting now.

I pulled away from her, brushing my lips against her forehead. “Can you do that for me?” I rasped. “Can you let me look at you?”

She nodded, pushing off me with her hand against my shoulder, and reached for her wineglass, downing about half of it. I couldn’t help but notice the nervous twitch of her hands. It’d been a long time since she’d modeled, but she needed this. She needed to know she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I needed this. I needed to be close to her, to help her remember how much I love her.

We needed this.

Holly stood eventually, but instead of changing in front of me, she walked out of the living room and into the small powder room in the hall. Not that I hadn’t seen every square naked inch of her before, but it bothered me that she wasn’t confident enough to stand in front of me and take her clothes off. Whether it was from her own hang-ups or how I’d hurt her, I wasn’t sure. Either way, I hated it.

A few minutes later, Holly’s light footsteps sounded behind me, and I turned to look at her. My wife was tall. When we’d first met at twelve-years-old, I was shorter than her. Now, I was taller by about four inches, but she still came in a bit over 5’10. Her legs were endlessly long, but she was no longer stick thin. Her thighs were thick, hips lush, and stretch marks decorated her stomach, but I couldn’t see it under the long red lace that skimmed the tops of her legs. When she hesitated to step in front of me, I flicked my fingers.

“Come on, lemme see.”

She toyed with the thin straps at her shoulders which led down to the triangles over her breasts, but what caught my eye were her wedding and engagement rings. The tiny diamond she wore every day.

She’d been mine since we were kids.

She was going to be mine until my last breath.

Which might be soon since I was having trouble inhaling once she finally moved to the front of the living room. She was backlit by the twinkling lights. Her skin practically glowed. Under the lace, her dark nipples were taut and begging for me to lick them.

Still, Holly fidgeted with the hem of the lace.

“Take your hair down,” I told her, because I wanted to see it, but also because I think she needed some help to get comfortable. She tugged the elastic band out, and her hair fell to her shoulders. She’d always complained about it being too straight, but I loved it, loved running my fingers through the sleek strands.

“Don’t be nervous,” I said and snagged her glass as I stood up. I met her by the fireplace and held the cup to her mouth. She raised her glowing amber eyes to mine and pursed her lips, allowing me to pour the alcohol into her mouth while drifting my other hand down her throat. “Don’t swallow.”

Her eyes widened slightly when I bent to kiss her, sliding my tongue over her lips and into her mouth, so I could taste the wine. It was warm and slightly fruity, like cranberries and dark chocolate. I lapped at it, at her, and the wine spilled between our mouths, ran down our chins. She squeaked out a surprised sound, but I wrapped my arms around her middle, pulling her close, letting the liquid soak my shirt.

When there was none left between us, I separated, both of us breathing hard, our skin damp from the wine. She laughed, her eyes lighting up, and I hadn’t realized how much tension I’d been holding from not hearing that sweet sound for so long. With her lips pulled up and her eyes still glittering in amusement, she wiped her hand over my jaw and throat, tugging on the collar of my shirt.

“You’re a mess.”

I dragged my palm down her throat and over the swells of her breasts. “So are you.”

She shrugged, and it was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. To let go.

I did, too.

I squeezed her hip before releasing my grip on her to sit back down. I tipped my chin. “Lemme see.”

Her teeth bit into her lower lip, her gaze sweeping over me. It was a make or break moment, so I let my knees fall open wide and rested my hands on the back of the sofa. There would be no question about what seeing her body did to me.

My cock was hard and straining against my jeans, and when her eyes trailed down between my legs, the tops of her cheeks pinked.

“If you want to see mine, you have to let me see yours,” I rasped, and she set her shoulders back. Decision made.

Thank fucking god.

I told Alexa to raise the volume of the music; it was some snappy version of “Sleigh Ride,” and Holly cleared her throat, tossing her hair over her shoulders, inhaling deeply. I smiled to myself. My beautiful wife, who had overcome so much as a kid, who sometimes doubted herself, who needed to be shown how much I wanted her and loved her, she was perfect.

And then she struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other skimming down her side before spinning slowly, making sure I had an eyeful of her ass in those cheeky lace panties. After a few seconds, she strutted to one end of the living room and back. I nodded. “Baby, you look so good. Your tits look amazing.”

“Yeah?” she asked over her shoulder on another pass.

“Yeah.”

And I think she stood even taller.

“Do another twirl,” I said, and she did, grinning as the itty bitty lace flared at her sides.

“Now this one.” I held up another outfit, and she skipped to grab it, still taking it to the bathroom to change, but I used the few minutes to refill our drinks. As I sat down, she rounded the couch, striding across the floor in the buffalo plaid number that had me sucking air through my teeth. “Fuck me.”

She huffed out a laugh and pivoted so I couldn’t see her bare ass in the G-string anymore. “You picked these out yourselves?”

I readjusted my dick. “Yeah.”

“Are they a gift for me or for you?”

“ Us .”

She hummed and flicked at the garters holding up the black stockings. “I like them.”

“Good.” I grabbed my cell phone, thumbing the screen to get my camera app open. “Because I fucking love them. Now turn around and show me your ass again,” I said, holding my phone up and ready to snap pictures.

She did as I instructed and bent, offering me a view of her backside, the tiny scrap of black settled between her ass cheeks, and shadowed area between her legs that I was dying to touch. I captured a bunch of pictures, rapid fire. I didn’t even know if they were any good, since I was too busy staring at her instead of the lighting or art direction or whatever other shit Holly used to talk about when she modeled.

“Now, walk. I want a video, too.”

She paced back and forth across the floor, in her zone now, her gate confident, her arms swinging.

“Stop right there,” I told her. “Face me and touch yourself.”

She didn’t move.

“Remember when we used to call each other, and I’d tell you to lick your fingers and touch your nipples?”

She nodded.

“Do that.”

She swallowed, slow to move again, but I waited her out, my finger at the ready over the record button. Knowing she needed a push, I described exactly why I wanted this.

“I want to be able to look at these pictures and videos whenever I want. Whenever I’m hot and hungry for you, but you’re not around, I want to be able to pull these up and wrap my hand around my cock, looking at you. You , Holly. You’re it. You always have been.”

Without a word, she stuck the index and middle fingers of both hands in her mouth and licked them until they glistened, then she dragged them over her nipples. A coarse sound escaped the back of my throat, and I nestled down further in the cushions, one hand pressing on my cock to relieve some pressure while I held my phone up with the other, videoing her. “You look so good. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

She plumped her breasts, squeezing and massaging, her fingers tweaking her nipples. Before I even had to tell her I wanted to see them, she pulled the cups of the bra down, and I groaned. Since having our girls, Holly’s breasts had gotten bigger and supposedly saggier. I thought they were fucking perfect.

“I want your mouth on me,” she said, all haze and smoke.

“I will. I’ll lick every inch of you.”

She glided one hand down her side, over her waist and hip, to the top of the panties. “Here.”

I nodded, my mouth practically watering. “Definitely there.”

She lowered the plaid underwear an inch, the fingers of her right hand disappearing beneath the fabric while she brushed her thumb over her nipple.

I ripped my eyes from real life Holly to look at video Holly on the screen of my cell phone. “Fuck. How do you feel?”

Her eyes closed momentarily as her fingers moved, and though I couldn’t quite see, I knew what she was doing, how the soft skin of her pussy would feel, how wet she would be. Her chest rose and fell on an inhale and then she met my gaze, answering, “Impatient.”

“Hm?” I’d almost forgotten what I’d asked her, too lost to the sight of my wife touching herself. “You feel impatient?”

She nodded, lips parting on a sigh.

“It’s been a long time.” It had been a lot of months since we’d had sex, but more than that, it’d been years since we’d done this, played, had fun. “I’m sorry,” I said, “but I’m going to make it up to you.” When she didn’t move or make a sound, I tipped my chin to her. “Come here.”

She removed her hand from her underwear and walked over to me, standing between my open legs. I took her hand, shiny with her arousal, and slipped her fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. “You have one more outfit to put on for me.”

She nodded, her tongue sliding over her lips, and I gave into a smile, grateful she was allowing me to make it up to her. To make up for all the time I’d wasted in the fields. All the moments I should have told her how much she meant to me. After all, she gave up a whole other life to be here with me, so I needed to make sure it was worth it. We were worth it.

I handed her the scraps of satin and lace then smacked her bare ass. “Can’t wait to see you in it.”

She trotted off, her bottom lip between her teeth, and I readjusted my hard cock for what felt like the hundredth time. I’d polished off my beer by the time she returned, and my jaw dropped.

“You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever given myself.”

She twirled in front of me, the navy lace completely sheer with satin bows tied at her breastbone and on either side of her hips. I was going to undo them with my teeth. I patted my thigh. “Come here.”

She complied, straddling my lap with her hands on either side of my shoulders. “I am a bit cold, though.”

I dipped my gaze to her hard nipples and skimmed my hands over her shoulders and arms before gripping her hips and shifting her right over my erection. “You’ll warm up. I promise.”

A shadow of a grin passed over her features, but I kissed it away. We were all teeth and tongue, hurried and sloppy, almost like we were trying to finish before the kids woke up, but I pulled away, remembering. “We have all night.”

She breathed out a laugh. “Yeah. All night. “

I curved my hand around her breast and bent to lick her nipple through the lace. “And tonight is about you. Making you come as many times as possible.” I licked and sucked at the hollow of her throat until she was grinding on me. I probably should have enjoyed her more in this get-up, but I was as impatient as she was, and I tugged at the bow at her chest with my teeth, unraveling it. The deep blue was so pretty on her, it was almost a shame to see it on the floor, but as soon as she shrugged the bra off, I held both of her breasts in my hands, worshiping each one.

Holly dropped her head back to her shoulders, moaning, her fingers digging into the hair at the back of my head, holding me to her. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Even as she rode me like we were kids again. I could feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans, and the zipper was probably damp. This was the best I’d felt in a long damn time.

Her breathing sped up, her movements jerky, and I knew I needed to help her along. I unwrapped the bows on either side of her hips, the poor excuse for underwear falling away, and I slipped two fingers between us, trailing them over her clit and between the seam of her pussy, making sure to coat my fingers in her wetness before circling her clit again and again.

“Yes, yes,” she groaned, eyes closed, pressing down harder on my hand until I stilled her.

“Let me help you,” I said, holding her away from me just enough so I could push my fingers inside her, and she sighed, shoulders sagging, as she opened her eyes to me again.

“That’s it, baby. Let go and use me.”

With a single nod, she tightened her grip on my shoulders and undulated back and forth. I could feel her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, her clit brushing my thumb with every pass. I sucked on her nipple, licked at her throat, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her until she was panting and moaning. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

As if I didn’t know, and I smiled against the swell of her breast. I knew everything about my wife. From the sleepy smack of her lips every morning as she blinked awake to the way she always told me she was orgasming.

And I would be hearing that chant I knew so well many, many times before I let her fall asleep tonight.