“Such a good girl,” he coos, fidgeting under my ministrations. He attempts to lean down to kiss me, but I don’t stop. Instead I keep going, feeling that slow, lazy throbbing pulse in his dick begin to build again.
“That’s enough,” Andri tries to tell me, but his words only make me want to keep going. “You’ve done such a good job, Daphne, I promise you there’s nothing left—besides, it’s time for me to get the generators going.”
He strokes my hair. His words make it seem like he wants me to stop, but the way he touches me and arches against my mouth has me believing he doesn’t.
I can feel him stiffening again, and I know I’m right. He stumbles back, leaning against the countertop, and I fly off the stool to follow him, trying to keep my rhythm with my hand since he’s slipped from my mouth again.
“If you want me to stop, you know what you need to do,” I whisper as I kiss the fur at his hips. “But I think you don’t really want me to stop.”
“It’s too much,” he groans, hips jerking erratically. I take that as my cue to disobey further and glide his cock back between my lips.
Not a split second later, mint dances across my tastebuds. He slumps, tapping my shoulder.
“T—T—Ted!” he grunts, and I finally stop.
“Nothing left, huh?” I eye him as my tongue darts out to the corner of my mouth, catching the last drop of him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He sweeps me off my feet and carries me back to the bed. He tosses me down and cages me in with his arms before kissing my forehead. “Now be a good girl and stay put while I go get the genny running? Stay put.”
Andri grabs the down comforter and tucks it under my chin.
“I can help if you need,” I whisper before an involuntary yawn takes over.
“Let me take care of you, it makes me happy,” he says nonchalantly as if the idea that someone wants to take care of me, the idea that I’m not a burden, doesn’t mend some deeply broken part of me.
“Okay,” I say softly as I watch him walk through the front door. And even once the generator hums to life, with a noise and smoky diesel smell that could be annoying, I bask in the physical evidence that someone truly cares about me for the first time.
Chapter twenty-three
Andri
Thebelloverthediner’s door gives its usual half-hearted jingle as we step inside. It’s warmer than I need, but I know that it’ll be just what the doctor ordered for Daphne. She follows behind me and stomps the snow from her boots. With cheeks flushed red from the wind, she pushes the hood of her jacket down from her neatly tucked hair.
She sighs as she whips off her gloves and rubs her hands together over the dry warmth of the buzzing radiator near the front door.
The trip down the mountain was dicey, and we’ve got a lot of work to get the resort dug out. But I wouldn’t trade the last few days for the world. Any time not dedicated to keeping her warm, fed, and digging our way out to town was spent in bed.
Not in the obvious way, we still haven’t completed all the bases, so to speak, but just together, holding each other through the storm.
I look at her, haloed there in the diner’s entrance, and can’t help but feel my heart bursting. She’s mine.
Lerana slides out from her post at the counter, one brow already raised like she’s been waiting for this all week.
“You twofare alrightin that blizzard?” she says thick with amusement. “Thought that snow might have swallowed you two up—was about to send Ted for search and rescue—”
I wave a hand—she’s really laying it on thick, isn’t she?
Daphne laughs, the sound a bit too bright, her nerves evident. “We did alright.”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” Lerana leans forward on the counter, her ears twitching deviously. “I hope you managed to keep warm at least?”
I cough, suddenly choking on my own spit, thinking about just how warm we were.
“We had plenty of firewood,” I say as calmly as possible.
“I’m sure there was plenty of wood,” she says like she already knows everything. Hell, she knows what I wanted—maybe this is her form of approval of our union. “Well, it’s warm in here, so you two can focus on getting some grub in before resuming any fun cabin activities." She grabs two of the plastic-coated menus and leads us to a booth near the back.
Daphne's face is bright red as we walk, and I worry that maybe she wants to keep our relationship on the down low, but now is not the time to get into it. When we're back, safe in the love nest bubble that is our cabin, I can broach what exactly we are…and what her end goal is.
