Dipped In Holly(Nick and Holly #1)(14)

“You’re close,” he says, and it’s true. I’m right on the precipice. I’m teetering on the edge, and he can feel it in the needy way I whimper and move against his fingers that keep teasing me.

He chuckles when I moan in frustration, and the vibration rumbles through me. I love that cocky little laugh he does. I grip his jaw and pull him down for a kiss, my tongue fighting against his in a war. He pinches my clit, and I’m gone.

I cry out into his mouth as my orgasm catches me by surprise and crashes through my body. I can’t help but bite down on his lip as his hips stutter and he comes as well, feeling him empty himself into me as a growl comes from his chest. He stops, and his head drops onto my chest as the rest of his body falls on top of me.

We’re both breathing heavily, and I laugh as his full dead weight lies on me. I run my hands down his back, feeling the muscles there jump under my touch. His arms wrap around me as he breathes me in and plants little kisses across my chest.

“I’m starving,” he finally says, breaking the comfortable silence we had fallen into. “Come to breakfast with me.”

I look out the window to my left and see there are flurries falling and think about how I literally only have my slutty Mrs. Claus costume. I snort at the idea of going to breakfast with him in my little miniskirt and corset.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, shifting so that he can look at my face. The adjustment makes him move inside of me, and I feel myself jump at how sensitive I am from the past however many hours I’ve been here.

God, what time is it? How long have I actually been here?

“I only have my slutty costume from last night,” I tell him, looking around the room for a clock. “I don’t really think that’s proper breakfast attire.” I blink at the clock on the wall, trying to get my eyes to focus. It’s only eight in the morning—no wonder I still feel like I could sleep a few more hours. My body isn’t used to this anymore.

“You can wear something warm of mine, and I’ll take you home first to get changed. There’s a quaint little diner I like to go to that’s on the other side of the city.” He kisses me.

“Can’t fight that logic,” I tell him, finding that I don’t really want to. I’m not ready for whatever this is to be done yet. I think I’d like to talk to him, get to know him a little bit better as a person without his dick inside of me.

Not that I’m mad about the dick.

“Good,” he says, sliding out of me and off the bed. “Hold on, let me get you a towel, and then we can clean up and head to yours.”

I lie there and stare at the ceiling as he fetches me a towel from his bathroom. My stomach is doing a hundred different kinds of flips at the idea of spending more time with him. It’s like Cirque du Soleil in there.

Even though my body seems to be excited, it’s hard to get out of my own mind. It seems ridiculous to be excited about another guy after I was dumped less than twelve hours ago. Not that Josh and I even really had a relationship anymore. We hadn’t had sex in probably six months; we didn’t even sleep in the same bed anymore because he was always up playing video games until three in the morning and he didn’t want to wake me up.

Us going to his Christmas party was the first time we were seen out together since Covid. I can’t even remember the last time we ate dinner together or laughed together. We didn’t share stories anymore, we didn’t watch TV together. God, we could barely stand to be in the same room together.

Looking back, I know I was just holding on to something that I was terrified to let go of because I didn’t know where I would end up. Realizing I could’ve been in the arms of a silver fox? I’m sad it didn’t end sooner.

“You should probably stay in the car,” I tell him as he begins to clean me up with a towel. I blush, wishing he’d let me do it in the light of day, but when I try to take it from him, he shoos me away.

“You live together?” he asks, tossing the towel into the corner.

“Yeah, we were together for a long time,” I say, letting the bitterness seep into my tone.

He nods, staring out of the window like he’s deep in thought about something before finally speaking.

“Let’s get showered.”





She walks out of her house with two massive suitcases, an angry expression on her face, and her hair blowing in her face despite the beanie she’s thrown on. I jump out of my car and help her, telling her to get in where it’s warm while I put them in the trunk.

Jesus Christ, they’re heavy.

“What happened?” I ask her as I climb back into the driver’s seat.

“She was there,” she tells me as I drive off in the direction of the diner. It’s snowing hard now, coming down in huge white flakes. We may finally get a white Christmas. “I decided just to pack as much of my shit as I could stay at my parents’ over Christmas, and then I told him I would be back for the rest.”

“Good, I’m glad you have your family to rely on.” I offer her my hand, and she looks at it a moment before taking it, lacing our fingers together and taking a deep breath. My chest swells with happiness when I feel her squeeze my hand.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, looking over at me with sad eyes.

“Why in the world are you sorry?”