Page 23 of Mistletoe Mistake
She slides my cock along her slit and teases her clit with it, so I’m going to assume we’re good.
“Stop messing around and sit on it, Hols, because I guarantee you I’ve been waiting for this longer.” I reach up and run my thumb over her nipple, smirking as it hardens under my touch. “Mmkay?” I echo her tone from a moment ago.
“Smart-ass,” she mutters. But she does as she’s told and guides my cock to her entrance, sliding down, taking me inch by inch.
My head falls to her shoulder and I hiss out a slow breath. Nothing will ever feel better than being inside her.
Holly’s nails dig into my shoulders and she begins to move, rolling her hips in a slow, smooth motion that has me wanting to slam up into her. I let her set the pace, but every soft moan that falls from her lips has me choking on the need to come. Leaning forward, I take her nipple in my mouth and slip a hand between us, my thumb mirroring the movements of my tongue until I feel her pussy tighten around me, and her movements lose any kind of rhythm.
She comes loudly, pushing my hand away and mumbling, “Too much, too much.” When she has finished riding out her orgasm, I grab a handful of ass and thrust up into her until I come with a primal roar.
Holly slumps forward, burrowing her head into my neck.
“Okay, so maybe Christmas isn’tsobad.”
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“Now that’s a use for tinsel I can get behind.” Holly snickers as I untie the golden strand from her wrists. Rolling over, she curls into my side and runs her fingernails over my chest. The last few hours have been split between decorating the Christmas tree and seeing how many times I can make her come.
We’re at three, if anyone is curious.
“What did you mean when you said you’d been wanting this longer than me?”
I watch her fingers trace patterns over my chest and try to figure out the best way to admit I’ve been wanting her for years. Is there a way to say that without sounding like a creeper?
I’m about to open my mouth and confess it all when my phone starts buzzing from across the room.
“Hold that thought, it might be my super, I’ve been trying to get in touch with him since yesterday.”
I get up and grab my jeans, pulling my phone out of the pocket. Dread washes over me when I see the name on the screen.
“What’s wrong?” Holly rolls over, pulling the blanket we have been using as a makeshift bed up to cover her.
“It’s Brandon.”
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Holly
“What did he want?” Billie grabs her sandwich from the break room fridge and slides into the chair next to mine.
“He was just checking in, I think. I couldn’t really tell much from Nick’s side of the conversation.”
“He didn’t tell you what Brandon wanted?” Troy doesn’t even bother to hide his surprise.
“There wasn’t anything to tell. They only spoke for a couple of minutes.” I ignore the ache in my stomach when I recall Nick’s words.
“No, I haven’t seen her since Friday night.”
It was a bald-faced lie. But it was one we had both readily agreed on, already deciding that we would wait to tell Brandon until he arrived home.
So why does the way the lie slipped so easily from his tongue make me so anxious.
“What does this mean?” Billie prods. “Are you dating? Fucking? What?”
“Dating. Definitely dating. We both want to see where this could go.” I reach over and snatch a cranberry from Troy’s salad.
“If it helps, Tahlia might be slightly in love with him. She couldn’t stop talking about him yesterday.” Troy’s brow is furrowed. “It was both endearing and terrifying at the same time.”
