Wrapped in Silk (41 page)

When Emma looked up again Brody smiled down at her
and kissed her lightly, “Em don’t be unhappy. None of that amounts to anything any longer. I am literally happier than ever before. I hope to do the same for you.”

Emma
kissed Brody and went to pull away. He gently cupped her chin and pressed his nose to hers and closed his eyes. He moved his hand down her throat lightly skimming his fingertips across her collar bone and to the back of her head. He kissed her gently and ran his tongue across her jawbone and then lightly nibbled her ear. Emma turned her body around to face him and he ran his hand down her spine.

“You imbue my soul, my spirit, Emma,” he whispered kissing her lips softly
.

A whimper escaped Emma’s mouth and Brody ran hi
s tongue across her lower lip and pulled her onto his lap. He held her arms to her side and kissed down the front of her cotton tee shirt. Emma breathed out a breath she had been holding. Brody held her tight to his body as he kissed her, stroking his tongue up and down hers mimicking how his tongue pleased her, causing her to push into the growing bulge in his cotton pajama pants

“Em,” his low voice
vibrated against her cheek.

Brody released
Emma’s hands and she held his face lightly as she kissed him. Her tongue entered his mouth as his hands lightly cupped her rear. She ran her fingertips gently across his unshaved face and her hands moved to his head lightly holding his hair and turning his head slightly to the left. She kissed down his neck and then back up.

Brody’s hand skimmed up her back and gently fisted her hair and did the same to her neck as her back arched slightly
, pressing her breast against his chest. He sat back and looked into her eyes as she pulled his shirt over his head and he did the same to hers.

Brody looked down at her black lacey bra and let out a breath before he kissed her shoulder and let his tongue run underneath her strap before pulling it down over her shoulder.

Emma grabbed his face and stroked his face as she kissed his again. She was on fire but his taste, his smell, combined with her need brought her body to a place she never knew existed. She had experienced multiple orgasms and mind blowing sex with Brody every time, but right now as she kissed him and he was holding her lightly she felt for the first time that she was giving as much as he was and that was mind altering.

Emma pulled his pants over his hips as he stroked her back and ran his hand lightly down the back of her underwear. She took him in her hand and he
snarled. She felt the heat of his body against hers rise ten degrees and then pushed her panties to the side and guided him into her. She circled her hips slowly filling herself with him inch by glorious inch. Brody sat up and pushed into her further and she felt the pressure in her belly button as she continued to circle her hips, she started to slow down feeling the pressure everywhere including in her bladder. Brody began circling her and hitting her g spot with each move.

Emma began to pull away and he kissed her hard on the mouth and pushed into her hitting perfectly on that spot with each thrust. Emma couldn’t think or stop but she felt
her body explode and she began to feel like…

“Em,
damn,” Brody held her against him and bucked wildly until her name vibrated across her neck.

“Brody I…” Emma’s face was crimson and he pulled her again him.

“Wow, Em,” he said breathlessly.

“I am so sorry I don’t know why that happened,” Emma said softly.

“I can’t wait until it happens again Em…damn,” Brody said sitting back.

Emma’s eyes were closed and he was confused.

“Em look at me,” Brody chuckled.

“Nope,” she said squinting her eyes tightly together.

“Why,” he laughed.

“Brody I think I just p…” Emma began.

Brody was laughing out loud now and Emma opened her eyes and scowled at him.

“It’s called female ejaculation Em, you didn’t give me a golden shower,” he smiled and kissed her cheek.

“That’s happened to you before?” Emma asked.

“No love I have the wrong parts for that,” he laughed.

Emma slugged him.

“I have heard of it, never experienced it
, but it was hot as hell Em. How are you feeling?” Brody cupped her chin and looked at her.

“Fine,” she whispered.

Brody kissed her and she let out a breath.

“Fine, that’s it Em?” Brody
prodded.

“
No it was great but, that can’t happen again,” Emma said standing up.

“Like hell it won
’t!” Brody stood and grabbed her.

Emma scowled and turned away from him.

“You need to get over this,” Brody grabbed her by the waist.

“No I need to clean up,” Emma snapped.

Brody brought her back harshly against his chest, “I love you, next time it’ll be in my mouth!”

Brody nipped her neck and covered it with kisses.

Emma looked at him and shook her head slowly back and fourth.

“Fucking hot Em,
” Brody kissed her head.

“
Ya real hot, we should probably go through mattresses every other day,” Emma turned back and walked towards the bathroom as Brody laughed.

~

Christmas morning was beautiful. London woke early and Brody heard her and got up and tiptoed to the door.

“What are you doing young lady?” Brody smiled.

London jumped and covered her mouth and he giggled.

“I just wanted to peak and see what Santa brought, Mom said I needed to wait until seven, its almost seven right?” London said sweetly.

“Well actually its five Miss London, but I am also very excited. Maybe we could sneak down together but then right back up here okay?” Brody grinned.

London and B
rody snuck down the stairs slowly and tip toed into the large living room.

The tree was
lit in white lights, silver tinsel, and deep red balls. The room was glowing and beautiful. London giggled and walked quickly to the stockings hanging on the fireplace mantel.

“Can I look?” she whispered.

Brody smiled, “As long as you don’t move anything, your Mother may be upset if she were to miss seeing your beautiful face taking this all in.”

“Hey London would you help me hang these?” Brody asked pulling out a box of deep red bows.

“They are very pretty, I would love to,” London smiled.

Brody and
London finished hanging the bows and Brody snickered.

Brody looked up and saw Troy walking into the room.

“You are in so much trouble kiddo,” Troy beamed.

“Don’t tell on me Daddy,” London giggled.

“I don’t know, you even have Brody here sucked in,” Troy grabbed her and hugged her, “Merry Christmas London.”

“Merry Christmas Daddy,” London hugged him back.

“I will go wake your Mum,” Brody said as he slipped out of the room.

All the gifts were opened and
everyone was sitting down at the dining room table when the doorbell rang.

“
Rebecca,” Brody smiled and hugged her.

“I brought someone,”
Rebecca whispered into his ear.

“Hello Son,” Robert Hines smiled at his son.

“Father,” Brody extended his hand and shook his father’s hand.

“I heard you were home and that I have a daughter in
law,” he said as he looked down.

“Com
e in please,” Brody opened the door wider allowing them in.

Emma walked into
the foyer and smiled, “Rebecca Merry Christmas.”

“Em, this is my father Robert,”
Brody forced a smile.

“A pleasure to meet you, finally
,” Emma smiled and hugged him.

“The pleasure is mine,” Robert responded softly.

“Well come in, meet everyone, dinner is almost ready to be served,” Emma smiled as Brody kissed her head.

“I will help you,” Brody said softly.

“You should introduce your family to everyone, I can handle this,” Emma smiled.

Brody introduced Robert to Henry, Caroline, London
, and Troy. They all shook hands and Henry went into the kitchen and carved the Prime Rib.

“Robert looks a lot like Brody doesn’t he?” Henry smiled
politely to his daughter.

“Sure does,” Emma agreed.

“Do things seem off between them?” Henry asked inquisitively.

“I don’t know
, I have never met him Dad, so I will reserve judgment,” Emma smiled and kissed him swiftly on the cheek, “Let’s go it’s dinner time.”

“Alright Princess,” Henry smiled, “I still have one last gift you know.”

“Of course, could we do it after dinner?” Emma asked.

“Sure Emma,” Henry followed Emma into the
dining room.

Everyone
appeared to be having a great time. The food was great and conversation flowing. Troy and London played with her new toys as Rebecca and Robert watched and laughed. Brody was helping Caroline clean up from dinner.

“Emma got a minute,” Henry asked grabbing a leather bound book and then her hand.

“Of course,” Emma smiled sadly.

Each year since Emma could remember Henry and Emma would take time to remember Elizabeth. The book was full of photos from
Elizabeth’s birth through the holiday and every special moment in between. Emma’s favorite photos had always been of the two of them playing on the floor in front of the family Christmas tree. Henry had an artist do composite sketches of what Elizabeth would look like each year. Through the years they looked less ery and more like photos.

“She is beautiful Daddy,” Emma said as they turned the pages.

“She is Princess,” Henry agreed.

Caroline and Brody walked into the room and stood behind them looking over there shoulders as they turned the pages. Starting at the beginning over and over again.
Henry held Caroline’s hand and kissed it.

“Look at her, she was beautiful then,” Henry said softly.

“I am sure she is just as beautiful now, sitting up in heaven with the angels,” Caroline wiped a tear.

Brody looked at Emma and smiled, he knew this must be her sister that had been taken years
ago. Caroline and Henry excused themselves and Brody sat next to Emma and smiled.

“She is beautiful Emma,” he kissed her head.

“Ya,” Emma said and wiped a tear away, “Okay let’s go back.”

“Em i
f you need a few minutes that would be understandable,” Brody rubbed her hand.

“This happens every year,” she smiled, “I am fine with it. I wish I could fix it, change the past but I can
’t. But we have family in there and we should get back.”

~

“Do you three think you can come to Uncle Bo’s New Year’s party?” Rebecca asked as she walked into the study.

“I think it best if we didn’t,” Brody smiled looking up from the leather bound album.

“What’s this?” Rebecca asked looking over his shoulder.

“A photo book. Emma’s sister Elizabeth was taken from a shopping mall years ago. Henry has
sketches done each year so they can see what she would look like today,” Brody answered.

“Wow isn’t that morbid?” Rebecca whispered.

“Well I guess if it is the way they choose to grieve it should be supported,” Brody answered sitting back in his chair running his hands through his hair.

“May I?” Rebecca asked.

“Sure,” Brody smiled.

“Why won
’t you come to the party?” Rebecca asked as she looked through the book.

“It’s not a place London should be,” Brody laughed.

“Her father is here and Grandparents, you could skip out for a bit,” Rebecca prodded.

Brody turned to the doorway and smiled at Emma.

He walked up and kissed her cheek.

“If you want to we can,” Emma whispered into his ear.

“We can discuss, yes?” he whispered back.

“Of course,” Emma said and kissed him.

~

“You
’re sure about this,” Brody smiled as he drove, “We could always skip it and I could show you a few places.”

“I am fine if you are,” Emma rubbed his hand.

“I told you about his parties Em,” Brody warned again.

“Yes
I am aware. Brody I have kept you all to myself for months now. I don’t want to keep you from the people you love,” Emma giggled.

“I am with the people I love, you and London
, you are not keeping me from anything Emma,” Brody said as he pulled up the long winding driveway.

He got out of the car and handed the key to the valet and opened Emma’s door. Emma watched him and knew he was uncomfortable.