Unwrapping Her

By Brandy Ayers

All he wants for Christmas is her.

The moment Carter sees the gorgeous woman standing in his brother's kitchen, he knows exactly what he wants to unwrap on Christmas morning. And it's not another pair of socks. But Sunny is someone he shouldn't want. Taking her will mean driving a wedge right down the middle of his family.

Christmas has always been Sunny's favorite holiday. This year should be extra special thanks to the guest joining her brother. However, no amount of decorating, baking, and wrapping could prepare Sunny for the immediate attraction pulling her to Carter. Or the possessive way he touches her under the dinner table.

Christmas Eve just became a lot more complicated.

If you like your Christmas Eve dinner served with extra helpings of insta-love and a main course of possessive alpha, then you are in the right place. Unwrap this quick novella and settle in for a steaming cup of ohhhh yeah.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brandy Ayers
• Release date: Mar 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224786244

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Brandy Ayers

Unwrapping Her

Copyright © 2024 by Brandy Ayers

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Contents

1. Carter

2. Sunny

3. Carter

4. Sunny

5. Carter

6. Sunny

7. Epilogue

About the Author

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One

Carter

The first thing I notice is a tiny little green elf dress barely covering a thick, lush ass. The crease where those plump butt cheeks meet her thighs plainly visible beneath the fluffy white fur trim on the bottom of the dress. The fabric clings to every one of her dangerous curves as this mysterious girl leans over the counter to adjust some garland draped over the window. Visions of pushing her face down on the counter, running my tongue along that crease before spreading her thighs wide and devouring her pussy from behind bombard my mind.

I cock my head to the side, trying to determine if she’s wearing panties. I’m thinking not. My eyes drift down her long legs, taking in her juicy thighs and the green and white striped over the knee socks. Damn, I want her to keep those socks on while I eat her pussy for dinner.

The setting is so inappropriate for the dirty thoughts racing through my head. A bright kitchen, light streaming through a window over the sink and sliding glass doors behind the kitchen table. Lemon yellow cabinets line the walls, topped with white and grey stone counters. Open shelves on the upper walls hold a mishmash of plates, mugs, teapots, and other kitchen gadgets I have no clue about. Now, top all of that homey decor with Christmas decorations on every surface. Garland, snowman, ornaments, penguins, it’s like a Christmas store threw up in here. Everything in the room screams innocence and family.

Not my family.

Well, not really.

My brother from another mother! Dec slaps me on the back, obviously trying to put a little muscle behind it, but still failing to move me even an inch.

Our dad likes to say I’m built like a brick shithouse. My mom would then slap him upside the head and tell him not to curse in front of the kids even though I’m twenty-six and swear enough to make them both blush.

Decadence, you fucker, that joke got old years ago. My brother, or half-brother if you want to get technical about it, scowls at the use of his full name. His mom is the biggest, weirdest fucking hippy ever, and named him Decadence Truth Smith. Apparently, she felt the need to make up for our dad’s too common last name.

You know that’s not my name anymore, asswipe. True. He may have legally changed it to Dec the minute he turned eighteen, but it doesn’t mean I can’t still give him shit for it.

I pull him down into a headlock and give him the roughest noogie possible. He may only be a year and a half younger than me, but I’ve got a good seventy-five pounds on him.

We couldn’t look more different. I take after our dad. Tall and solid. I don’t spend a single minute in the gym, but my arms are big enough that I have trouble finding shirts that don’t strangle the fuck out of my biceps. I don’t even have to try and get this ripped. It comes naturally. The manual labor involved in my job doesn’t hurt either.

Dec is a totally different story. He takes after his mom. He’s tall and lean and spends half his fucking time in the gym. If I’m being honest, he is probably the better looking of the two of us. He looks like that pretty boy soccer player with all the tattoos women are always going on about. Only Dec would never tarnish his body with ink. He has this blond hair which is always styled within an inch of its life. He spends actual time on his hair. I shave mine off once a week and call it a day. He is always clean shaven. Says he doesn’t want to hide his good looks behind a beard. I have a perpetual scruff that I let grow until it starts annoying me, then buzz it down to five o’clock shadow status again. Rinse. Repeat.

Yeah, he might be better looking, but I can always get the drop on him. Dec starts squirming, trying to get a punch into my kidney as I twist my body away while still keeping control of his neck.

Get off me. His voice is muffled and strained from the pressure I’m putting on his throat. Not enough to actually hurt him, but enough to make it hard for him to breathe.

Boys, please, not in the kitchen. Dec’s mom comes floating into the room, patting her son on the head while I still have him locked under my arm. Once she passes, I let him go.

Sorry, Mrs. Lumière. I watch her as she crosses the room and stands next to the girl I had been fantasizing about moments before.

Only now the girl faces us, her butt leaning against the counter and legs crossed at the ankle. She has a look of amusement on her face, obviously from our antics. My lungs empty, and I freeze in place. If I thought her ass was fantastic, I’m completely blown away by her face. She has these high cheekbones which are slightly pink, but I can tell