Elf Against the Wall: A Holiday Romantic Comedy (The Wynter Brothers Book 2)
Elf Against the Wall: Chapter 34

I thudded downstairs under the angry gaze of Evie’s parents.

What I’d told her mother wasn’t wrong. I did want to fuck Evie. More than anything. More than was healthy.

I parked on the bottom step. Evie ran into me. I grabbed her jaw, kissing her, making her taste the lingering scent of herself on me.

“I’m out of here.”

“Same,” Granny Doyle declared. “Let’s hit a bar.” She fist-bumped me.

“Finally, a Christmas miracle,” Sawyer said. “I’ll pay first round at North Pole Nibbles.”

“Let’s get out of here.” Ian was motioning with his head to the door.

“You’re all leaving?” Evie’s mother was appalled.

“Well,” Evie said, “if Anderson’s leaving, then…” She shrugged.

“She’s hoping that I’ll fuck her after we get drinks.”

“You cockblocked your own daughter. What ever happened to the girl code? I thought I raised girls’ girls!” Granny Doyle raged.

“Anderson’s not staying? He has to.” Grandma Shirley pitched a fit, coming into the foyer. “I didn’t reserve any of the waiters from the country club. Someone has to manage the food. I can’t be in the kitchen all evening.”

“Might make the party better for everyone if you were,” Granny Doyle muttered.

“But he—”

Dr. Murphy silently shook his head at Evie’s mother.

No one wanted to deal with setting off Grandma Shirley.

“Evie, comb your brute’s hair and make him presentable. I have the ladies from the junior league coming. They are quite the fans of Brooke Taylor’s talk show. Fetch one of your grandfather’s ties for Anderson. I must show them that I, of course, know how to entertain. Ian—” She clapped her hands. “You’re a minimum-wage disappointment. You’ll be working the bar.”

“You can hook your old granny Doyle up, right?” Gran elbowed Evie’s brother.

“Sawyer, you’re not pretty enough to have a public-facing role. You can be with Evie in the kitchen. Anderson, we must replace you a white shirt.” Grandma Shirley handed out assignments.

The front door opened, bringing in a gust of winter wind and several guests.

“My grandbaby!”

Declan’s wife winced as her mother-in-law swooped in. “She’s asleep,” she warned her.

“Oh, but she wants to wake up to see Grandma.”

The baby cried.

Declan’s wife gave her husband a pointed look as they followed Melissa into the living room, where the viewing party was kicking off.

Evie looked longingly upstairs.

“Evie, do not ruin this night for your grandmother or the triplets,” her father warned her under his breath as he passed her.

I nuzzled her neck as she squeezed past me.

“Just sneak out the side door,” she whispered to me.

I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her.

“Pass. I like thinking about you walking around in the kitchen, tits out, pussy dripping, just waiting for my cock.”

“He doesn’t look like a murderer.”

Shirley’s elderly friends crowded around me as the Brooke Taylor slash Murphy triplet holiday extravaganza played on a loop on the new TV.

“He’s hot!” One old woman grabbed one of my biceps, squeezing appreciatively.

I grunted as another pinched below the belt.

Extricating myself, I said smoothly, “Your friend Shirley will fire me if I let the hors d’oeuvres run out.”

I pushed through the crush of Murphys. I’d hoped that I’d glean something useful, something to cover the last eighty-seven grand to clear off the ledger.

The clock was ticking. All my chips were on the Bergeson Real Estate account. My brothers were running analysis on the data from Preston. If Braeden had messaged him about Evie, there might be something on the Bergeson account too.

I just needed a hit, one hit, then I was free. Off to Idaho, sure, but free-ish.

Evie was in the kitchen, the snowman apron she wore giving her tits some support.

If I were her real boyfriend, I’d sneak back upstairs to rescue her bra and panties. But her mother was guarding the stairs in between chatting with her relatives.

And I didn’t care about Evie that much, right? It was just animalistic sexual attraction.

Evie scooted freshly cooked hors d’oeuvres onto a platter.

“I got it.” Sawyer picked up the tray. “I need to see if Ian can sneak us some drinks.”

“We’re out of napkins,” I told Evie, grabbing a handful from the stack by the sink. “I think some of the old ladies are stuffing them into their purses.”

“We need the special Christmas ones,” she said as I followed her into the pantry.

She reached up for the napkins, her cropped sweater riding up.

She’s not wearing any panties under that skirt.

Evie squeaked when I grabbed her wrists.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I whispered, kissing her neck, my hand against her throat, tilting her head back. “Watching you walk around, knowing I can just slip my hand under your skirt and run my fingers in your pussy.” My hands slid up her warm thighs. I hissed as they made contact with the hot slit. “Fuck, Evie.”

She whimpered as I stroked her pussy, which was aching and dripping and craving my cock.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I unzipped my pants.

“Let me see,” she whimpered softly. “I need to see your cock.”

“Feel it,” I breathed, rubbing the head of my cock in her hot cunt. “You feel that?”

Another whimper.

I squeezed her breast, which was braless and huge under the thick cropped sweater.

It would feel so perfect, so right, to spread her legs a little further, thrust into her, and let everyone in the party hear her scream as I took her cunt.

She ground her pussy back against my cock, making me curse. I let her squeeze her pussy lips around my dick, swallowing a curse and the desire for her.

My phone rang, stopping me from doing something I’d regret later.

“Yeah?” I answered it, zipping up while Evie hastily fixed her clothes.

Jake sounded excited. “Looks like we’re getting hits on Preston’s data. You gotta get in here.”

“You’re leaving?” Evie asked.

“I am still trying to nail Brandon to a yule log.” I leaned in and kissed her to cover the easy lie.

“The audio. You were able to fix it?” Her face lit up. “We almost got him!”

I felt like shit.

She was counting on me, and I was just going to what? Fuck her over?

I knew how that felt.

“Getting there.” I went to the fridge and swiped one of the Christmas cakes on the shelf.

I almost dropped the cake when Evie wrapped her arms around me, kissing me as if I was just home from war on Christmas morning.

“I—” She hesitated, her eyes shining. “Thank you. You really are my hero.”

I felt like shit when I opened the door to the field office, stamping off the snow, then headed into the warm garage.

“Ooh, and he brought cake.”

“There’s an audio file on the server. You only get this if you can clean it up for me,” I warned Jake.

I opened the box to show him the cake.

Jake rubbed his hands together.

“Done. Now, look at this shit.” My brother swung a chair around for me and faced the large monitors.

“We managed to recover some deleted files on Preston’s hard drive. Braeden is bragging to Preston in this text chain.” Jake pointed at a message highlighted in green. “A lot of the context is corrupted, but Braeden mentions someone named Bee. She comes up a lot, and he sent Preston an attachment that we weren’t able to recover. But I bet it’s incriminating.” Jake was excited. “We’ve been trying to replace someone named Bee. We checked all the Bergeson company databases and the Venetian Shades company databases where Braeden works. There’s four hundred twenty women with a name that starts with the letter B.”

“B, B…” I paced around the office, racking my brain and parsing past conversations with Evie and her relatives.

What about Aunt Bianca, who didn’t like Aunt Trish and had made snide comments about her lack of children and a husband?

“Check Bianca Murphy.”

Jake pulled up her Facebook page. “Boom. Works at Bergeson Real Estate. And she’s having a Christmas party tomorrow. One last Christmas party.”

And one more chance to have Evie before I never saw her again.