“Fuck me, Andri, make me come,” I beg.
He moves his mouth to my breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth as his movements get more chaotic. His hips thrust hard and deep, and our bodies slap together.
With one more flick of his tongue, I’m ruined.
The feeling of coming around his massive cock has me nearly blacking out. The searing pleasure of his size radiates to the tip of every limb until I’m as limp as a rag doll.
He follows me into heaven, and the cool spurts of his minty cum bring me back to reality. He pulls his cock from me slowly, then wraps his arms around me.
“Are you okay?” Andri mumbles into the top of my head, his voice all rumble and worry.
I have to take a second—like, a real second—to mentally check if all systems are still online. And they are… technically. But wow, am I sore. For as good as he felt inside me, my body is definitely filing a complaint with HR. I push my crooked glasses back into place and let out a breath.
“I might be walking funny tomorrow,” I admit, “but if that’s the tiny price I pay to be closer to you, I’ll take it.” I’m aiming for light and reassuring, but judging by his face, I absolutely miss the mark.
“I never want to hurt you,” he whispers, stroking a hand down my hair like I’m made of spun sugar. “You’re so precious to me.”
“It’s nothing I don’t want.” I tilt my head so I can actually see him. “Just a small—well, big—snag we’ll figure out. You felt so good inside me.” My hands drift lower, teasing, because maybe I can distract him from the guilt spiral he’s clearly about to ride.
But he catches my hands before they get anywhere near his cock. “You need to rest, and I’m going to be the person who makes you do it.” He gives me this stern look that somehow makes me feel both flustered and slightly called out.
“But what if I don’t—”
His finger presses to my lips, and I can still smell what we just did on his skin, and it’s fucking hot.
“Non-negotiable.”
I shut my mouth immediately, because I’m not stupid—this is very much the wrong moment to sass him. This isn’t the moment that bratting will get me anything but in trouble.
He lifts me off his lap with that careful strength he always has—like he’s afraid I’ll crack if he squeezes too hard—and sets me on my side of the truck. Then he helps me get dressed again. It’s awkward and sweet and, honestly, a little hilarious, but he’s trying so hard that I don’t dare laugh.
I wince the tiniest bit as I shimmy my pants over my butt, and that is apparently enough to trigger something in him.
“You’re about one more look of pain away from a week of bedrest,” he warns.
“Maybe a hot bath and a massage will cut it?” I ask, lifting a brow like maybe that’ll soften him up.
“Happy to start there,” he says, and the way he says it makes my stomach flip.
He shifts the truck into drive, the headlights catching on the snow outside, and even though I’m sore and rumpled and my glasses are definitely still crooked, I feel weirdly warm and safe and cared for in a way that hits a little too deep.
Chapter twenty-five
Daphne
TWOWEEKSLATER
The bell above the thrift store jingles a little too cheerfully as Andri steps out, clutching a brown paper bag to his chest like it contains state secrets, or knowing him, a stack of denim jeans about to be turned into cutoffs.
I can see his friend, Jake, wave excitedly behind him, a grin forming on his face when he sees me sitting in Andri’s truck.
Andri’s feet scuff the fresh snow on the sidewalk as he makes his way back to me.
“I said I could help,” I remind him as he opens the door. My eyes narrow, zeroing in on the bag he’s holding tightly to his chest.
“And I said no. You've already helped enough with digging the resort out, even if you’re terrifying to see on the plow.” He puts the bag off to the side, conveniently out of my reach as he shivers, thinking of me operating heavy equipment. “You were to wait in the car—and no peeking.” He puts on the voice he knowsthat I like in the bedroom. But it’s almost like he forgets I like him telling me what to do so I can disobey.
“First, I only ran into one of the cabins, and second… No peeking?” I say incredulously. “What could you have possibly purchased from Jake that you would have to worry about me peeking at?”
