Holt's Holding part two (The Holt's Series) (33 page)

“There’s no need to lock the door Julie, I have no
intentions of staying in any room alone with him.”
 
I offered in a clipped voice.

I could tell he mouthed something to her as she and Chris
made their way from the room.
 
Of course,
she locked the door.

“Let go of me Charlie” my voice was sharp.

“I will in a minute.” He laughed.

His lips landed on my neck, kissing and playing
seductively.
 
I could feel his hold
release slightly.
 
One hand pulled up and
over my breast as the other moved to the side of my hip pulling my dress up.

“Charlie stop” my voice was a labored as his lips were
seducing me to his will.

“You know you don’t want me to.” He breathed between his
kisses.

His hand fell straight to my core now that he found the
bottom of my dresses hem.
 
The moment his
hand began its rub I was almost complete taken by him and my resolve gone.

“Oh god” his finger slipped past my panties and straight to
the center of me.

“You’re always so ready,” he whispered into my ear just
before sucking my lobe.

I was almost fully undone when he pulled his hand forcing
me around.
 
His mouth quick and
commanding took my lips.
 
My hands
eagerly dropped to his pants pulling his arousal from them, as he pulled my
dress up and tore my panties off.

Lifting me up and around his waist he walked up over to the
small desk and lowered me down. Gripping my hips, he steadied himself as I felt
his arousal just at the core of me.

Pausing for a moment, he looked down at me, as I held my
grip around his neck.
 
My breathing was
labored and felt as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs.

His hands moved, one behind my back the other up the center
of my chest.
 
Leading me, I lowered down
lying on my back.
 
My eyes trapped in
his.
 
He pulled his jacked t off and
followed up by removing his tie, then shirt.

Lowering back down, he pulled my breast free from the gown,
kneading, cupping and taking it into his mouth.
 
Arching my back, I felt his tease; His arousal just skimming my core
setting me ablaze with need.

One small push and I was on fire.
 
The way he felt on me, in me, all around me was
intoxicating.
 
He was my weakness.
 

He worked me over forcing me to be at his mercy.
 
I was close to begging as he sensed each
moment that I was about to hit my climax, my release, forbidding it.
 
It was clear that he was in control and made
the point over and over.
 

So close to, he pulled me up and sat down on the chair
taking me with him.
 
He was now allowing
me the control or making me think I had some.
 
Rising up and down his length, his hands guiding me, as I only needed a
little more.
 
Moving my hips and circling
into him my head arched back as my need released, finally taking me over the
edge.
 

Falling back into him, I felt weak, sated beyond
measure.
 
It was the oddest sensation when
a small tremble release through my entire body.
 

The first thought that surfaced was “what power does he
have?”
 
I needed to go away.
 
The idea that he had this much control,
scared the shit out of me.

Pulling myself out of his hold, I rose up and off him.
 
Not once did I look at him.
 
Turning and fixing my dress.
 
Looking to the mirror, I looked like I was
just fucked.
 

Shit…I whispered and shook my head.

I could hear him dressing behind.
 
Unsure of myself, I knew leaving would be to
my benefit.
 
I walked to the door and
said nothing as I exited the room leaving him there.

I had no idea how or why it had happened.
 
Pulling me to the present there was a
reception to contend with and I needed to pull myself together.

It had seemed that I didn’t miss the first dance.
 
There must have been some delays in their
entrance as I was watching them finish up.
 
Standing at the door of the reception, I looked around the room full of
guests and loved ones.
 
Brady walked over
and put an arm around me.
 
I leaned my
head into his shoulder as we watched.

“Come, I think we’re up next with the toasts.” He whispered
and guided me to the center of the dance floor.

Brady well, being Brady, went first with his best man
speech, announcing that he would be the comic relief and I would be providing
the deeper stuff.
 
I could help but laugh
the entire time.
 
He was indeed the
comedian.

Handing the
mic
over to me, I was
still laughing.
 
Giving my speech, I
added my own brand of humor that was received better than I would have
imagined.
 
Closing up my toast, I noticed
Chris look and gesture to the band member walking my way.
 
Shit, I had forgotten that I promised this
for him.

“Chris has asked one small favor of me,” I offered to the
on lookers.
 
“I rarely if ever do this
for anyone but this will be my pleasure as a gift to two people I adore” I added.

I couldn’t believe I allowed myself to forget.
 
I turned and reached for the guitar and
walked to the stage

“Julie this is Chris’s song to you.”

I adjusted the guitar strap and took a deep breath as I
began strumming the strings.
 
Finding the
ability to close out all that were in front of me I began the song, “the only
exception” originally by
Paramore
.

The song finished and both Chris and Julie found me on the
dance floor walking from the stage.
 

“Thank you.” Chris came over and hugged me

“Wow, I had no idea you could sing?”
 
Julie reached over and hugged me as
well.
 
“Is there anything you can’t
do?”
 
She smiled.
 
“The song was amazing thank you for singing
it.” She added.

Breaking from her embrace we all went and sat down as
dinner was commencing.
 
A few more toasts
here and there, but it was Charlie’s toast that had me surprised.
 
For one whom didn’t care for the ideal
notions or romantic gestures, he had me in awe.
 
It was tiny moments like this that had me so taken with him.

Seated next to Wesley, he had been perfect thru
dinner.
 
The conversation easy and
light.
 
It was only when Sebastian would
throw in a contrite comment here and there, had me annoyed; perhaps, it was
Sophia doing her best to flirt with him.
 
I wasn’t sure.
 
I was only
relieved that Charlie found himself in constant conversation with his mother or
stepfather.
 
From time to time, I caught
him watching Wesley and me.
 
Doing his
best to hide any jealousy, I could sense it.

The music was playing in the background as Brady came to my
rescue.
 
Wesley and Sebastian were
talking business and Sophia, looked as if she couldn’t decide whom her
attention should go to, her date or mine.

“Would you care to dance?”
 
Brady smiled down.

“I would love to,” I rose up and followed him to the floor.

Brady smiled “Ready?”
 

If there was ever a two people who danced as one it was he
and I.
 
The years of dance classes and he
and I constant partners, we knew the way the other moved like second skin.

“Always, Brady” I offered and he took the lead.

“Georgia” by Michael
Buble
played
and Brady and I were the only two on the floor as the dinner conversations were
in bloom.

One would think that the dance would be conformed and
tight.
 
However, he and I were true dance
partners at heart and the dance was so much more.
 
He twirled and moved me along the floor,
making it more.

Ending it with a deep dip, the applause had me
surprised.
 
He lifted me back up as we
took a bow.

The song changed and he raised a brow.
 
“One more dance?”

“Why not.”
 
I
grinned.

This time we were a bit more theatrical dancing the Taylor
Swifts, “Love Story”.
 
My mood indeed
lifted with this play.
 
Brady was more
than just family for me.
 
He was my best
friend.
 
I was going to miss him.

Fortunately, this time around we weren’t the only ones
dancing.
 
Singing along while we danced,
I was grateful for the shift in mood.

The music shifting and we were having a ball.
 
A few shots here and there, the pace of the
reception had moved to a party feeling.

Thankful for the reprieve, I didn’t have to deal with
Charlie or Sebastian.
 
They seemed to all
be with Wesley chatting away.
 
Looking
over at the three, I laughed.
 
What a
sight.

Julie broke Brady and me up, “One more song please?”
 
She was drunk and very giddy.

“One song.”
 
I
nodded. “What do you want me to sing?”

“How about “Catch my Breath” the one by Kelly Clarkson?”

“Ok.”

Finding my way back to the stage, I thought I was going to
lose it laughing.
 

Getting the attention of the audience didn’t take
much.
 

“Per Julie’s request.”
 
I laughed and looked to the DJ.

Holding the
mic
and waiting for
the music to cue me, I found Brady laughing.
 
But it was the trio I seemed to be watching for a moment.

Wesley seemed amused with the lyrics.
 
The more I realized it, I was singing about
what I needed.

Most of the older guest had left and the reception was more
or less the younger crowd.
 

Buzzed and feeling good from one song, I decided on a
second.
 
“Let’s Play” by Kristina
Maria.
 
Seemed like a good idea.
 
Or inspired by liquid courage.

Julie grabbed Sam, ushering her over by the
dj
booth.
 
Oh lord I
knew what she was up to.
 
In her pouting,
I agreed.

It was agreed and I couldn’t get over that we were doing
this.
 
Like drunk fools, we readied and
sung our favorite bar song.

I could only imagine the surprise to those who would have
not known us very well, Brady and Chris died laughing as they watched. Catching
the trio their mouths dropped open.

After our rendition, we made our way dancing on the
floor.
 
The music more like a club now.
We were having a blast.

Wesley must have found an excuse to break from the guys and
found me on the floor.
 

Impressed, he could dance.

His hands seemed to be more liberal than he’s normally
behaved around me.
 
I suppose it didn’t
matter much.
 
He was my date after
all.
 
Spotting Charlie it looked as
Sophia had shifted her attention to him and he didn’t seem to mind it in the
least.

Pulling me into his hold, I matched his smile.
 
Why couldn’t he be the one?

“It’s a wonder how Charlie ever let you go.”
 
He offered.
 
“But, what has me more curious is how you got free of Martin?”

Ok, wasn’t expecting that one.

I didn’t know what to say, choosing to say nothing instead
was the only thing that made sense.

His hand landed under my chin lifting my gaze and his lips
fell to mine.
 
I was completely taken off
guard. This kiss was soft and alluring.
 
He broke from my lips moving just slightly as I opened my eyes.

“Stay the night with me Lillian”, he whispered, “I want you
more than anyone I’ve ever known.
 
I
promise I’ll never hurt you.”

He sensed my hesitation and sighed.

“I have a four am flight.”
 
Lowering my eyes, I couldn’t entertain any idea of he and I.
 
I was leaving and didn’t know how long.
 
“It seems our timing is off” I smiled.