For the past four years Whit and I have held our annual Holiday dinner with our close group of friends. Trevor and his wife Lilah, Trenton and his wife Aly, and Whit and myself. Trevor, Trenton, and Whit grew up together and have worked together for a few years at Holly's local police department.
Having husbands that grew up together and are just as close as they always have been, it only seemed natural for the three of us ladies to build a friendship. Over the years we have grown just as close, and although we have not known each other as long the guys have, we have a bond that is just as tight.
Tonight, as I get ready for our Holiday dinner, I can't help but think back on last year's dinner and how it forever changed the dynamic of the relationship that we all share.
~~~Christmas Eve 2016~~~
"You about ready?" The unexpected voice bringing my gaze up from the vanity in front of me. Looking in the mirror, I lock eyes with my husband, Whit.
My breath catches at his appearance, leaning there against the door frame to our bedroom. From the moment I laid eyes on Whit I was drawn to him, and to this day I still feel a shutter of anxiousness every time he catches me off guard like he did that day. Whit is tall at five foot ten, compared to my five foot four, although I never seem small in his presence, I feel treasured and safe. His hair a light brown and always cut short, while it's not long enough to fall across his forehead, it is still long enough for me to run my fingers through or pull on just a bit when his mouth is doing what I like best. Tonight, there is a light smattering of stubble across his jaw. I know it is rough but just enough to cause the perfect amount of friction.
"Angie, you need to stop looking at me like that or you'll be late for your own party." His husky voice bringing my attention back to him.
My heart begins to race at the thought of what he could do to me to make us late. I watch his reflection in the mirror as his long strides eat up the distance between us. With one final step he is standing behind me, hands resting on the top of the vanity caging me in. Closing my eyes, I tip my head to the side, a clear invitation for his mouth. One that he doesn't need further instruction to take.
Whit softly kisses the crease of my neck, before biting down, only to soothe the pain with the warmth of his tongue only to start over again.
As his mouth continues to suck and bite along my shoulder and neck moving towards my jaw, Whit lifts his hand from the vanity, running his fingertips up my arm until he reaches the thin strap of my red dress. Hooking his fingers under the strap, he slips the strap over my shoulder, leaving it to hang loose on my arm. "mmm" a soft moan -mine- has my eyes popping open, meeting his once again in the mirror.
Lifting his mouth completely from my body he smiles softly before running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, as if he just needs to savor the taste of me for another second.
"Angie, what did I tell you about this dress?" Whit's voice just a whisper as he runs the tips of his fingers over my exposed breasts, before rolling my nipple between his fingers.
My head falling back against his chest, my long chestnut hair falling in waves against his white button-down shirt and red tie. "you said that the next time I wore it that I better make sure there was nothing under it." I shift slightly on my stool, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs.
"What am I going to find when I slip my hand under the bottom of your dress?" his hands already trailing up my thighs, lifting the dress with the movement.
"keep going and you'll find out."
I suck in a sharp breath of air as his fingers find their way under my dress and connect with my slick folds.
"Good girl." He says, clearly pleased with the easy access that my dress provides.
