Holt's Holding part two (The Holt's Series) (19 page)

In turn, my hand found their way to his pant and unzipped
him eagerly.

Fueled by alcohol and this ridiculous need to have him; I
surrendered to desire, to memories and a dream.

Finding his cock, teasingly, I stroked his size. Pushing
him off, I swiftly dropped down into his lap taking his full size into my
mouth.

This was not an act, I would normally preform; but it was Charlie,
and I wanted to taste every part of him.

I felt his tension.
 
Based on that little reaction it was obvious
most women didn’t go down on him. I realized why. His mere girth would pose a
problem.

Doing my best, I took him as deep as possible, licking and
then sucking his tip. The more I moved and teased, the harder his grip to keep
from spilling became.

“Oh god Lilly…” he rasped.

His hands gripped tight on my hair, unable to control it,
he released down my throat.

Rising up, I put his arousal back in his pants and zipped
him up slowly. His head slack and on the back seat he looked down at my very
amused expression.

I looked around and realized we were fast to approach home.

I sat back into my seat, looked to him one last time, and
grinned.

“Well, that was unexpected…and very impressive.” He offered
grinning with satisfaction

“I like to excel in everything I do.” I raised my brows to
him.
 

Pulling my phone, I punched in my security code disarming
the house and drive way. The gates opened fully for the cab to pull up. We
stepped from the cab; I fiddled with the keys and began to unlock the front
door.

Charlie pinned me to the door. His lips on my neck, and his
left hand wondering around to my breast, the other swiftly fell into my pants.

Oh, god I moaned, as his hand hit my center rubbing at the
exact place that I needed. Charlie’s taut and firm body, holding me tight, my
knees felt weak.
 
His hold over me had me
laboring for a simple breath.
 
His lips
tentatively kissed my neck and his large hands spiked my arousal further.
 
Heated and desperate, I was boarding an
uncharted territory.
 
His fingers worked
through, and pressed into me.

“You wax.”
 
He
breathed into my neck.
 
“You’re so
fucking tight, so damn wet.”
 
He rasped,
“open the fucking door, or I’ll bury myself in you right here.”

I pushed the door open knowing we would never make it past
the foyer.

Walking me in slowly, Charlie kicked the door shut and led
me to the banister. Grabbing it for balance my climax was about to hit me
quick.

Shit, he was good. He didn’t stop until I was fully undone.

The music immediately started thru the house…I forgot to
turn it off.

Still holding and breathing hard he undid my jeans pulling
them down. I removed my shoes and my shirt. The hat had already fallen from
head. He was in such need I heard him pull his pants off along with his shirt
and tie. Dropping everything to the floor around us.

Charlie lifted my leg slightly and positioning it on a step,
his hand fell straight to my entrance. Circling and teasing, prepping me for
his full penetration. He pushed slowly kissing my back as he held my hips firm.

Impatiently, I reached behind pulling his body to mine.
 
“I want all of you now.” I ordered enticing
his need further.

With abandon, he pushed the full length of his arousal deep
into me.
 
Jerking me forward.

“Oh God!”
 
I yelled
with his entrance.
 
The sting of his size
burned me and increased the heated need with in me.
 
Struggling to catch my breath, his hands fell
to my hips holding me tight for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“Pure fucking heaven!” he breathed into my neck.

Arching my back and circling my hips into him, my climax
was returning with even more urgency and need.

“Oh Jesus …you fuck just like you dance” he labored,
gripping my hips tight as he launch his assault.
 
Thrusting hard and deep into my body, his
need became unleashed.

“More” I moaned.
 
I
need all of him, more than I had ever anticipated.
 
His thrusts hitting me precisely at my
g-spot.

Hard and deep to the center of me, he increased and my
climax fell over the edge.

Breathing in deep, I knew I was far from done with him. My
need was just like an addict. I wanted more.

“Shit, I’m going to come”, he labored thru his thrust.
 
Without pulling from me, he spilled his
orgasm deep.

He stilled and pulled slowly out of me.

“Oh dear lord, your body is like a drug,” he offered
breathing heavy.

“I’m far from done with you.” I turned to him kissing his
chest and rubbing my body to his.

Walking backwards, I led him through the foyer and to the
hall; ending in my bedroom. Turning him, I pushed him down to the bed.

“You are an insatiable woman.” He smiled that beautifully
seductive smile at me.

“You have no idea!”

Moving slowly, my tongue started on his inner thigh. I
proceeded to his still hard erection. Lightly and teasingly, my tongue traced
the full length of him.

I climbed up on him; straddling myself over his erection. I
lowered myself slowly. Staring into his eyes, I knew he was coming undone. He
was losing that anger…the envy he held onto. He was far from completely letting
it go. However, this was a start.

I let go and took all of him. Lost in the need I allowed my
body to take full control of what and how I needed him. It didn’t take too much
more to bring him to his orgasm and mine.

Dropping down to him his hands caught me and held me at the
neck and face. He pulled me to his lips.

I pulled away.

“I thought you didn’t break promises”

Hovering over him, I bit my lip as I wanted to kiss him,
but would not.

“You haven’t earned it. Not yet”

“I would disagree”

“Fucking well was not a way of earning my kiss Charlie,” I
offered with a grin.

Bucking me, he was still deep in me. I lost my balance and
he flipped me on my back pinning me under his weight.

“Suppose I just take it?” he grinned with promise.

“It won’t be the same.”

Lowering down to my jaw, he kissed me leaving me with an
impression of how his lips would feel on mine.

“I can wait. Can you?” he offered with confidence.

“I’m a very patient woman, I’ve waited seven years to cross
your path, I think I can manage.”

Pulling up he cocked his head to the side in shock.

“You are truly a mystery Lilly, an exquisite one at best.”

He lowered his head and pulled out from me.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

“Straight back.” I motioned with my hand.

He lifted up off me and went into the bathroom. Returning
to the bed, He grinned at me.

“Spread your legs.” He ordered.

I knew what he was up to and did as he commanded.

His eyes locked in mine; he wiped the evidence that was at
my center. I was waiting for him to ask the one question he should have
earlier.
 
But, he didn’t.
 

I pulled up off the bed and found my robe.
 
Dear lord, I wasn’t on birth control and in my
haste to fulfill my needs, I didn’t stop him.
 
Shit.
 
This wasn’t good.
 
Walking to the closet, I knew I had a pair of
lounge drawstring pants that belonged to Brady and a t-shirt. Walking back to
the bed, I handed him the clothes.
 
Needing a moment to calm my nerves, I sucked
in a cleansing breath.
 
This will be ok,
it has to be.
 
There was always the plan
b pill.
 
I can just do that.
 
Finding my center, I walked back to the room;
Charlie was content and somewhat lost in his own mind laying in my bed.
 
Placing the clothes on the bed, he looked
full sated as he turned his eyes to me.

“Their Brady’s as he stays with me often. Moreover, no not
like this. He’s like my brother and I love him as one.”

“Good to know.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he dressed and stood up to me.

“Are you hungry Charlie?”

I turned and walked to the kitchen.
 
I knew he was behind me.
 
Looking to him, he paused in the family
room.
 
His arms were crossed and his body
slighted towards the view of the patio. Charlie appeared to be lost in his own thoughts.
Based on his expression, something had him frozen.
 
I wasn’t sure what he was thinking at the
moment.
 
What I did know was that I was
not expecting him to share.

Night turned to morning, waking my tired mind. I was
rightfully exhausted from our endless play.
 
Sex in the kitchen, family room and then back in the bedroom, he had
worked me over all night.

Part of me felt as if I would wake again to realize it was
just another dream. However, it was not. I am living this reality. Turning to
the right of me, there he laid, Charlie Vaihn. His arms wrapped possessively
around me.

Charlie was a man I understood but did not truly know. I
was relying on what I hoped he to be, could be, a dream of a man I wanted.
 
Foolish, yet I needed to let go and see where
this would lead. The need to just trust my instincts was my motivation.

Was I scared? Yes, the fear and doubt lingered. He had the
means and motivation to hurt me. He admittedly had always held issue with me.

Would he get past it? I had no idea of knowing. There was a
good chance that he would not. He thought this to be game, even after I had
professed it not to be for me.

Pulling up from the bed quietly, I had the need to go for a
run and clear my head. I moved to the closet and changed. My hips and legs were
so sore, evidence of last night’s events. I left a note in the event he woke
before I returned. I wasn’t too sure that he would be here when I came back.
Perhaps, it would be better that he not be here.

I stepped from the house taking in a deep breath. The air
cool and crisp as the sun was just now lifting into the sky.
 
I turned my ear buds in and made why down the
driveway.

A five-mile run was precisely what my body needed. As for
my mind, it was still riddled with so many questions and no answers.

Walking back into the house, I was unsure if he would still
be here.
 
I unzipped my thin jacket and
pulled it off laying it on the sofa. Turning back to the foyer and remembering
the clothes that had laid there were now gone. He must have left.

“Henry, IPod, playlist labeled home” I ordered.

The music, my companion, turned on and echoed thru the
house. Michael
Buble
-“Hold on” streamed. It was
ironic in many ways and spoke to the point.

I went to the French doors and opened them fully as the
weather was perfect for it.

Now that I had folded my hand, the agency no longer a
cover, I could be me and run my Holdings Company in the open. It was still
early and would provide me a few more hours before I would step into my
position. I would have a lot to go over today. I was grateful for having the
office here. It was normal for me not to show myself in the office and I liked
the freedom of working from home.

Still standing in the frame of the door and looking out
beyond the property the coffee maker beeped announcing its completion.

I didn’t set the coffee maker? This would be the second
morning in a row now that coffee was made for me. Charlie

Shaking my head, I walked to the kitchen. I couldn’t help
but grin. It was very thoughtful of him.

Noticing the coffee mug on the counter a note sat next to
it.

“Hope you had a good run this morning. I made coffee for
you. Charlie”

Placing the card back down on the counter, I shook my head
again. What was I doing with this man?

I almost wanted to laugh; Air Supply now took over “making
Love out of nothing”. Shit, I was amused. Amused, with all that brought me to
this point, my dreams, my scheming, just to let it all go. Yes, I was very
amused with myself.

Looking back to the living room, a memory formed.

It was Charlie. Standing in the same place, he stood last
night. My memory moved to the patio. I was fifteen running up the lawn and
tripped. Charlie ran out to help me up. My knee was bleeding and he picked me
up into his arms. He was so careful with me as he reached the patio and placed
me on the lounge chair. I remember the way he looked at me. Caring, he held
almost a shocked expression as if he didn’t expect to feel whatever he was
feeling.