Page 48 of The Holiday Fail

I was already so high on the emotions that all it took was another hard thrust against my prostate and his sweet lips swallowing my moans of pleasure.

Andy wasn’t far behind either. His hips shook off rhythm, all wild and desperate. His forehead landed on myshoulder, and with another thrust, he stilled and shot into the condom.

As he calmed down from his orgasm, Andy licked and nibbled at the base of my collarbone. I swept his bangs out of the way so I could see his face and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? It’s a sexy collarbone,” he muttered and turned his head away from me and continued his licking and biting.

I laughed and flipped us over until I was on top. Andy yelped at the action, and his dick slipped out of me as well, but the sudden loss of him was worth being able to snuggle into his arms.

Andy wrapped his hands around me, holding me safe,andwith no complaint. It was very different from what I was used to in my past relationships.

I didn’t know if it was a thing with older men to not like cuddling or if I just had really shitty luck, but it was like they had an aversion to snuggling, or maybe it was just snuggling withme.

I liked how Andy didn’t avoid it or push to sleep separately after sex. In fact, I had a feeling he liked sleeping together almost as much as I did.

I’d come home late the other night and Andy had already fallen asleep. I’d planned on sleeping in my own room that night, so I didn’t disturb him, but I’d found Andy already curled up in my bed when I got out of the shower. He was such a sleepy thing, eyes not even opening as he wrapped all his limbs around me like how he had the morning we’d met.

I smiled at the memory, thankful that I’d gone home with Andy that night. I knew Andy didn’t believe our Doves to be anything but fiction, but I liked to think they had a hand in our encounter.

Hell, we even met at theDove’s Fountain, after all! If that wasn’t a sign, then I didn’t know what was.

There was also the fact that I’d never felt this comfortable with anyone else either. Things with Andy were…easy. And that was refreshing when my past dating experiences were anything but.

Andy liked to say that I needed to find someone who deserved me, and with each passing day in his arms, it was hard not to think he was that person for me. I liked him more than any casual arrangement allowed, and that was the thing.

None of this felt casual.

I might not be an expert at the whole dating thing, but all these nights with Andy, then sneaking kisses at work or finding time to have our lunch together, listening to each other’s problems, and justbeing there.

We might not be putting a label on anything, but this felt more like being in a relationship than all my past ones combined.

And sure, I might not have the best track record. I fell a little too easily into a relationship, putting my all into making things work, but that didn’t mean what I felt for Andy wasn’t real and intense.

I wanted to fight for this cozy spark I knew would grow if we cherished and nurtured it. I just hoped that, unlike all the other men, Andy was willing to pick me too.

The next couple of days slipped through my fingers as I tried to figure out the best way to bring this up with Andy. We hadn’t been any less intimate—in fact, it felt the opposite.

Making out in the kitchen stockroom when things were slow at the B&B had always been a thing, but it usually never went past that. Now, I found myself pressed to the wall, and Andy on his knees for me, working me up until I was spilling into his eager mouth.

I was so lost in the pleasure that even after he fixed up my clothes and brushed back my hair, I still feltweak in my knees. Meanwhile, Andy looked completely unaffected as he told me about the couple who’d come in for breakfast that morning.

It was something about them being food bloggers and complimenting Andy’s cooking. My head was still foggy, and I didn’t catch most of it, but the way Andy lit up as he spoke was burned into my mind.

I pulled him in, then kissed him, slowly and gently. I savored his taste mixed with a hint of my essence, and I tried to engrave his lips into my soul.

“What was that?” he asked, and I could feel his smile against me.

You make me feel so much. I think I’m falling in love with you. You’re amazing, so gosh dang beautiful that I wish I was the only one for you.

“Nothing,” was what came out instead. “Just a thank you for being you.”

Andy pulled back just enough to look at me. There was a softness in his eye that I’d never seen before, but by god did I want to see more of it.

“Thank you for being you too,” he replied and kissed me so sweetly it had my toes curling.

It took almost everything in me to put myself together enough to return to work. Andy needed to start prepping for the lunch service, and I had some inventory I needed to do.

The B&B was completely booked for the rest of the year, which was a nice change of pace since we were usually slow around Thanksgiving time before picking up again for the winter rush. So I needed to make sure we were stocked with more than enough supplies. In the middle of sorting and organizing old sheets to be donated, Dad found me.

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