Elf Against the Wall: A Holiday Romantic Comedy (The Wynter Brothers Book 2)

She tugged off her jacket, shy almost, and laid it on the armrest of the sofa.

My life was collapsing around me, leaving only her.

I blinked, not believing it.

“I can’t lose you, Evie.” I cupped her face, brushing my forehead against hers. “You’re all I have.”

“You didn’t lose me,” she whispered. “You saved me. That means you get to keep me.”

I hoisted her up, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I lost myself in the sensation of her. Her legs kicked as I carried her up the narrow metal staircase.

Frank Sinatra crooned from downstairs as I laid Evie on the bed, her clothes bright red against the gray military blanket.

I hovered over her, drinking her in.

This might be my last Christmas on earth, but fuck it if I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my miserable life with her.

I hesitated slightly as I unbuttoned her shirtdress, giving her skin the barest brush of my lips. “You’re everything I’ve always wanted.”

Kissing her long and slowly, I swept my tongue into her mouth as I unhooked her lacy red bra. Her breast was soft and full in my mouth, the nipple hardening quickly under my tongue.

“Shit, Gingersnap, you weren’t lying about the panties.”

She gasped as I stroked her slit. “That’s how bad I want your cock.”

Hooking one leg over my shoulder, I buried my face in the hot, slick warmth of her, licking her, memorizing her.

Her fingertips rubbed little circles in my scalp, and her hips rocked against me as I mouthed her, swirling my tongue against her clit.

Reaching up, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple as I ran my tongue roughly over her clit, bringing her closer and closer until she was shuddering while I milked her orgasm.

“You’re stupidly good at that,” she groaned.

My pocket vibrated. I sent Aaron’s call to my new burner to voicemail then shrugged off my jeans.

Nuzzling her navel, I pulled the panties down and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

She was ready for me. Her hips surged up to meet me as I thrust into her, burying myself in the familiar tightness.

I let her pussy flex around my hard length, pulled out, and slid in again, kissing her as I sank into her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I made love to her slowly. She was perfect under me—her mouth, her tits, her hips, her thighs gripping my waist as she took my cock. Perfect.

She arched against me as I angled her hips up, hitting deep inside of her.

“Fuck me,” she begged as I gave her another long, slow thrust. “No, I want you to wreck my pussy.”

I pulled out of her, and she whimpered, reaching for me.

“You want me to ruin your cunt?”

“Yes, fuck me. Please.” She squealed when I flipped her around, her hips at the edge of the bed.

“Spread your legs.” I kicked at her ankles, and she widened her knees.

“Wider. More. I want to see your pussy.”

Moaning, she reached behind her, toes gripping the wood floor as she spread her ass and pussy for me.

I rubbed her swollen dark-pink cunt while she moaned, throwing her head back. My cock ached for her pussy.

“I’m gonna enjoy this.”

She jumped against the bed as I surged into her, jackhammering into her with my hard cock, her pussy placed perfectly for me.

“You feel so good in my pussy,” she moaned.

I hunched over her, resting my fists on the bed, keeping up the unrelenting pace.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!”

I pounded into her as she moaned and squealed under me, her tight little cunt clenching as she took my cock, then she was coming around me.

“Make me come again,” she begged.

I flipped her over, and she grabbed at my arms.

“I want to see your face when you come, screaming my name, Gingersnap.”

She nodded, eyes glazed in pleasure.

Then I was in her again.

Little gasps came out of her swollen mouth as I brought her closer and closer, her pussy so tight around me, her tits soft against my chest as I claimed her, reminded her that she belonged to me, that her pussy, her tits, her whole body was mine.

“Fuck Evie,” I chanted as I buried my cock in her, over and over again, “fuck, I love you. Fuck, I never want to lose you.”

She twisted under me, fingers digging into my neck, then she was coming, chanting my name, tight little pussy clenching and rippling around my cock as I fucked the orgasm into her until I couldn’t take it anymore and my balls clenched as I surged into her.

I kissed her as I spilled in her, needing to feel every piece of her.

She smiled at me as I kissed her eyelids, her chin, her neck.

I pulled her up on the bed with me and wrapped the blanket around us.

“You’re unfairly good at this,” she murmured.

I tucked her hair behind her ear.

I needed to toss the condom and really needed to figure out some sort of plan for dealing with Aaron’s violent displeasure.

But what could I do?

Nothing.

So why not spend my last hours here with her?

“I love you,” I whispered, trailing my fingertips along the soft underside of her arm, up and around to summit the swell of her breast.

She smiled against my chest. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” I promised, pressing soft kisses to her temple. “Run away with me.”

“Run away where?”

I cradled her head against my chest, letting her hear my heartbeat only for her. “Anywhere.”

Before I could doze off, I forced myself up.

Evie pulled me back to her. “I hope you’re leaving because you’re bringing leftovers.”

“Something better.”

I tossed the condom on my way downstairs then grabbed a bottle of wine on my way back with the tablet.

She was still warm under the blanket. I propped the tablet up on a pillow.

“Merry Christmas.” I kissed her softly. “Braeden’s going to burn tomorrow.”

“We’re doing it!” Her eyes lit up.

“I’ve got everything on a flash drive.” I set it carefully between her breasts.

“Have it plugged into the TV, then tell your family you made a video of fun family memories you want to share. They’ll be gathered around to watch as Braeden’s life implodes.”

She squeezed me briefly, gleeful.

“It starts with him at Ian’s theater.” I hit Play on the tablet. “Then it segues into the text he sent Preston, tastefully censored, by the way.” I kissed her nipple.

“The disembodied Rudolph heads are a nice touch.”

“And the grand finale is his and Bianca’s affair.”

“Damn, you really are an evil villain.”

I kissed her fingertips. “Yes, but I’m your villain.”

I laced our fingers together. “And after, as everyone falls apart, I’ll take your hand, and we’ll walk out the door. You’ll climb onto the back of my bike, and hopefully, you won’t fall—”

“Snowball will come too.”

“Snowball will be there, too, and you can take one of those raggedy Christmas trees, if you want.” I smiled, eyes half-closed, as she swatted me.

“We’ll ride and ride, maybe south or out west, and we won’t stop until we see a little town. There will be a hardware store that an old man is trying to sell. We’ll remind him of him and his late wife. He’ll hand us the keys and wish us good luck. You’ll open a café next door. We’ll buy a big rambling farmhouse. You can have all those dogs and kids from foster care. They’ll be a little prickly at first, but you’ll win them over.”

“No, you’ll win them over.”

“We’ll have a garden. Some chickens. I’ll tell you I love you every day and make love to you every night. You’ll be so happy.”

“I love it.” Her eyes shone. “Play it again.”

Evie was there in the frame, smiling that gorgeous smile, mouthing I love you in the video as she whispered the words to me.

“Again,” Evie said happily, kissing me, tucking herself under my chin so I could smell the Christmas scent of her hair.

“You saved me.” She kissed my collarbone, smiling up at me as the video version smiled at the camera.

The video looped.

Evie ran her toes up and down my calf, making happy noises as Braeden’s impending destruction played.

But I wasn’t watching her or Braeden’s fucking face in the frame.

No, I was watching the top right-hand corner, where a familiar man with red hair and a dancer’s costume was talking furtively with a heavyset man in a suit.

And I knew—knew from instinct honed from almost a decade of working on insurance fraud cases, working up close and personal with Aaron, knew because the evidence was clicking into place—snippets of conversation, complaints from Ian, an overheard phone conversation…

There was something there.