Unwrapping Holly

In that respect, the relationship was more circular and interconnected than I originally realized. I wasn’t just the hub, and my boyfriends the spokes of a slow spinning wheel. They were also connected to each other by the rim of the wheel itself. By an inherent camaraderie that came with sharing me together, both inside the bedroom and out.

“Well I’ve got a present for you,” I said slyly.

“For who?”

“Pretty much for all of you.”

All of a sudden I had their full attention. Donovan sat up. Brody sat down. Lincoln’s legs, slung over the arm of the couch, stopped rocking restlessly for a moment. A bottle of beer still dangled, playfully, from between two of his fingers.

“And when do we get it?” asked Donovan.

“Get what?” I asked innocently.

“This present!”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “Oh, I don’t know…” I chewed my lip as I pretended to consider. “Whenever you want?”

Donovan and Lincoln were leaning forward. Brody’s mouth was a devilish smirk.

“And what if we want it now?”

I took my time answering, teasing them a little. “That’s doable,” I shrugged. Slowly I traced the top of my wine glass with one finger. “You’ll have to leave the room so I can set it up though.”

The three of them scrambled quickly to their feet, which was funny considering how stretched out and relaxed they were only a second ago. I pointed toward the kitchen.

“Why don’t you boys freshen your drinks in there,” I said, turning and heading for the staircase. “I’ll call you after Santa comes.”

Fifty-One

BRODY

“Okay, boys!”

Holly’s voice called from the living room, all sexy and sultry and sweet. Entirely on its own, my heart started racing. I actually did feel like a kid again, on Christmas morning.

“You can come on in…”

Donovan pushed open the door eagerly, with Lincoln and I right behind. The lights in the living room were low, competing with the fire’s warm glow. Between that and the twinkling lights, everything w

as bathed in warmth and shadow.

But under the tree…

Resting just beneath the Christmas tree, flat on her belly, Holly had her hands crossed casually beneath her chin. She was wearing a Santa hat… and not much else. And she was smiling sweetly. Sweetly, but also impishly…

“Merry Christmas, boys.”

Holly lifted one of her legs, revealing red and white, candy-cane, thigh-high stockings. The three-inch spiked heels she was wearing were cherry red. Ditto for her matching bra, and red G-string panties…

“Santa stranded me here,” she purred, kicking her legs slowly back and forth. One of her heels caught in her thong, pulling it upwards and open. “Something about being a little too naughty.”

She looked like something straight out of a fantasy. A complete dream, from head to toe. I wanted to take her right there, to ravish her the way we’d ravished her last night. I wanted to be on her, kissing her. I wanted to be inside her…

“So are you just gonna stand there?” she giggled, rolling onto her back. “Or are one of you going to unwrap me?”

The three of us all appeared to be in the same trance. Donovan broke it first. He dropped to his knees, crawling over Holly and lowering his mouth to hers. He kissed her slowly, softly. Sensuously…

Don’t just stand there!