Page 26 of Wrapped Up in Holly

“I miss you,” she whispered, her eyes turning glassy. “I missus.”

Positioning my hands on the outside of her shoulders, I took my time, moving in shallow thrusts, never once taking my gaze from hers. “I’m going to be better. I’m going to make more time.”

“How?”

“I’m hiring a field manager. I worked it out with Aiden. January first, we’ll be putting up the job posting. No more ten and twelve-hour days. I’ll be home before five, I promise. No weekends. No more early mornings.”

“You think you can really do that?”

She wasn’t asking if the farm could handle me taking time away. She was asking if I could personally manage to stay away.

I nodded. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Then she pulled me down to her for a biting kiss, and I let my weight drop onto her, allowing us to simply hold each other, sink into this feeling again—that we were one, together forever. It had always been Holly and me, and I would quite literally do anything, give up anything for her.

I shifted us to our sides and held her leg up, thrusting deeper into her. “Holly, baby, I love you so fucking much. It tears me apart when you cry.”

But that only made her glassy eyes overflow. I wiped a streak from her cheek. “Please don’t cry. I’ll fix it.”

She laughed through her tears. “You can’t fix it.”

My heart stopped, and I froze.

“Evan,wehave to fix it. You can’t keep thinking you have to do everything on your own. That’s why everything went wrong in the first place.”

I bowed my head, breathing in relief.

She kissed my forehead then placed her fingers around my jaw, forcing my chin up. “You don’t owe me anything. I gave up modeling and New York City because I wanted to, and I don’t expect you to work so hard to make my life perfect.”

“I’m just so grateful for you,” I said as she tightened her leg around me, pushing me to my back so she was on top. And, fuck. “You look so good like this.” I grabbed hold of her tits. “You feel so good.”

“My life is perfect because you’re in it,” she murmured, rotating her hips to get what she needed, and I played with her nipples.

“I want you to marry me.”

She laughed, dropping her head back to her shoulders, her skin reddening as she groaned. “I’m close.”

“I know. I know. And I want you to marry me tonight. In front of the girls and our family.”

She breathed heavily, her hips speeding up, her inner muscles clenching. “Once wasn’t enough for you?”

“I’m greedy.” I licked my thumb and rubbed her clit, helping her over the edge, and she broke with a low cry of pleasure. I followed immediately and towed her to me, her belly against mine, her head on my shoulder. “I have something for you.”

“Not another orgasm, I hope.”

“No.” I chuckled and kissed her shoulder as I helped her to move off me. I handed her a tissue before she sauntered gloriously naked to the bathroom, her ass swaying with each step. I cleaned myself up too and pulled on a pair of underwear so I could get her present.

When she walked back out of the bathroom, she plucked one of my T-shirts from the closet and tugged it over her head. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like she could use a strong cup of coffee, but she was also smiling brightly, her brown eyes glowing brighter than any Christmas lights.

And I knew we’d be okay.

I held out the bracelet to her when she was close enough.

“What’s this?”

“I made it.”

She ran her fingers over the woven strings of white, gray, and dark red.

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