Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 55

Emma's POV

Today was Ethan's birthday and I planned on making it special for him. Halley, Hannah and I had already set up decorations and informed the party comers. He wasn't at home so he would get a great surprise later on when he got back from his trip.

His Nana had moved in with us. She was getting fragile and still grieving over the death of her daughter, but I tried to make her as comfortable and peaceful as possible. She was looking forward to seeing the surprise on his face when he walked in and saw the party. 

The disc jockey was by the swimming pool; the security guards were checking and clearing the guest entrance. We wanted a safe party.

After everything had been set up and put in order, and the caterers delivered the meals and we arranged the buffet style food, I went upstairs with Nana to get dressed. I helped her in the bathtub then went to my room and took a shower. I got dressed and went back over to assist her in getting ready.

Once we were finished, we went downstairs. Luis had gotten the call from Ethan to pick him up at the airport in an hour. I gave Nana something to eat while we waited on him.

His colleagues and several employees from work, his best friend, Martin, and I peered through the door as the car pulled up.

It was seven and it was already dark out. 

We turned off the house lights and waited for him to walk through the door.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" everyone shouted cheerfully as he got in. 

The lights came on and his face lit up when he saw everyone and everything. He gave a grateful smile and raked his fingers through his perfect hair.

"Thanks everyone," he said and he made his way over to his friends and greeted them all. 

They patted his shoulder and ruffled his hair.

"I'mma head upstairs to freshen up and I'll be back," he said to me with a kiss on my cheek. He rushed upstairs.

After almost half an hour he came back to the party dressed in a white suit and white hat. Martin was wearing the same suit. They headed outside to the DJ. We followed, knowing they were up to something. They stood right along the pool next to each other.

"This is a dedication going out to Ethan Hollen's grandma, fiancee and children, and to Martin's fiancee. This is for you guys!" the DJ announced.

He started playing Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" and Ethan and Martin broke out into a dance. They were dancing just like Michael Jackson did in his music video. It was amazing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had no idea he was such a great dancer. He was doing the moonwalk like he was the one who invented it. 

Everyone started cheering and recording them.

"Baby, I had no idea you could of danced like that," I told him, pulling him in for a hug once they finished.

"Well, I wanted to do something for my three babies," he replied, and gave me a sweet kiss.

"It was amazing."

When we were finished, we lie on the bed.

"Baby, you haven't given me my birthday present yet," he whispered seductively in my ear, his minty breath sending its usual chills down my spine.

"What do you want?" I asked.

And, with that, he was on top of me, kissing me and moving his hands all over me. I couldn't help but give in. The man was my weakness and my strength. 

He unbuttoned my shirt and made his way to my breast with his mouth, pulling my nipples between his teeth making them hard. He moved to my joy spot, using his lips in a way that made me arch my back with great pleasure. I took him in my mouth; he threw back his head and moaned. He was gentle when he entered me, not putting me in any position. He just wanted me to lie on my back while he did all the work. It was still great and every moment of it gave me chills. 

When we were finished and had cleaned ourselves up, I laid on his chest while he wrapped his arm around me. My eyes spotted something colorful and flat. It was neatly wrapped.

"Oh, babe, we missed one," I said as I reached for it between the sheets.

It was a postcard-size envelope. He opened it and flipped the postcard. After reading it, he tore it to shreds. His eyes got darker and darker and his jaw tightened. His hands balled up to a fist and he punched a hole in the wall with some colorful words. He left the room, closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

I was startled by his sudden mood change. I gathered the pieces of the postcard and pieced it back together like a puzzle.

Happy Birthday, my sweet fiance. I'm back.