A Holly For X-Mas

This angel deserves the best. She deserves a quiet empty house and a nice big bed. A roaring fire, soft sheets, and a man who’s going to treat her right.

Later tonight, she’ll get it all.

She’ll get it right.

And she’ll get it hard.

Chapter Six

Holly

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“After my wife gave birth,” an older man is telling me. I think it’s Nate’s uncle, but I’m not sure. “I pulled the doctor aside and asked him, ‘How soon until we can have sex?’”

I stare at him blankly.

“He winked at me and said, ‘My break is in ten minutes. Meet me in the parking lot!’”

“Oooh!” I say as I point at him. He bursts out laughing, a deep hearty laugh that I’m worried is going to give him a stroke. His face turns bright red, but he’s going to be fine.

I missed this. Bad jokes at family parties, fun appetizers, getting to know all sorts of people. To be honest, I was worried I wouldn’t ever experience it again.

“So, tell me about your daycare,” the woman beside him, Kathleen, asks me. “Are the kids just the cutest ever?”

“They are,” I say with a smile. “Especially around Christmas. They get so excited. There’s true magic in the air.”

There’s true Christmas magic in the air here as well.

I look across the room and spot Nathan by the fireplace talking to his sister in hushed tones. His eyes dart to mine and I get that quivery feeling that is becoming all too familiar.

He’s never taken me out of his sight. His eyes are constantly following me around the room like he can’t get enough of me. My new man seems to be the obsessive type and his new obsession is me. How did I get so lucky?

I can still feel his mouth between my legs. It’s glowing with heat down there. The pleasure hasn’t gone away.

The older man begins to tell me another joke about a singing frog, but I tune him out and focus on my Christmas surprise. He’s so hot. He’s the best-dressed person here in a navy blue suit and white shirt. His tie is a little darker with small white polka dots.

I’m practically salivating as I watch him. He’s all muscle under that fitted custom suit, looking like a Christmas present I’m desperate to unwrap. I want to peel back the layers and see what his wide chest looks like, see what his big arms feel like. I want to lick his abs and drag my hands over his round shoulders.

I love his style. I can’t wait to see his other outfits… the casual look, Sunday football look, gym gear, pajama parties, and of course, in a bathing suit. I can’t wait to see it all. Hopefully, by this time next Christmas, I will have.

It’s not just his clothes and his perfectly sculpted body… His face is the type you can sit in front of for hours, lit up by candlelight, and never get bored as you stare at it. There are endless sights to see from his dark eyebrows that make his brown eyes shine brighter, to his stately nose and strong jawline. His mouth is a wonder, with his soft sexy lips and his straight white teeth. I can’t get enough of him.

Nathan’s uncle is back at it again. “I told my wife that her underwear is too tight and revealing.”

She rolls her eyes as he giggles like a schoolchild.

“She told me to stop wearing it then.”

He lets out another booming laugh as I smile politely.

“Oh, there’s Mack and Linda!” Kathleen says when an older couple walks into the house. “Those are Nate’s parents. Have you met them yet?”

I shake my head as I swallow nervously. They look friendly enough, smiling and laughing as Tom and Crystal greet them with hugs.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I guess it’s because I want them to like me. I want to be part of the family.

Nathan arrives back at my side and slips his hand over mine. “Sorry, I just had to deal with something with Sandy.”

“Everything okay?” I ask as I look up at him. Those eyes are so beautiful as they reflect the lights of the Christmas tree.

“Everything is great.” He gives my hand a squeeze and then starts pulling me. “Come. I want to introduce you to my parents.”

His parents already? I gulp as I head over. I guess this is the real deal.

“Mom, Dad,” he says as he presents me. “Let me introduce you to the girl I’m going to marry.”

“Oh,” his mother says, doing a double-take as she looks at me. “So, nice to meet you. And what is my future daughter-in-law’s name?”

“I’m Holly,” I say with a shy smile.

“A Christmas Holly,” his dad says with a big warm smile. “How fitting. I’m Mack and this is Linda. We can’t wait to meet you and hear all about our son’s first serious relationship. But I really need a stiff drink to ease these old aching bones.”