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Lawson
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THE WARMTH OF HOLLY’S body was the first thing I noticed before my eyes opened in the morning. The beds in this place were one of the few things I might have had a complaint about, considering they were, at least in my experience, old, lumpy, and cold. Specifically, mine was positioned under a window that I assumed hadn’t been updated in a hundred years and therefore let in a ton of cold air.
It had the effect of Jack Frost digging through his deep freezer two feet above my head all night.
But with Holly there in bed with me, not only was her body warm and comfortable to curl around, but she had maneuvered herself so that we were nearly lying sideways on the bed. My pillows were mostly in the right spot, but I had one under my head, and she was using my arm for her own. I was okay with that. I would gladly live the rest of my life with my arm asleep and tingling than move her from her spot.
Rather than open my eyes and move, possibly upsetting the delicate positioning of our bodies together, I stayed where I was, shifting my neck ever so slightly so I rested more on the fluff of the pillow than the deep divot my head had made overnight. A slight, satisfied smile crept across my face as I relaxed into a sort of half-asleep daze, letting sleep take me back to the calming shores of comfortable cuddle-sleep.
Then all hell broke loose.
From under one of the pillows on the other side of me, a loud, braying chime seemed to fill all the available space in the room not taken up by people and furniture. It was so loud, so jarring, that I felt the tune in my bones, and my eyes shot open and my body tensed.
So did Holly’s.
She jolted upright into a sitting position, which was impressive enough, but she took my arm with it, apparently gripping it like a pillow. I had no choice but to come with it, and she yanked me half out of the covers with the impossible strength only small people have in moments of sudden shock or surprise. I made a sound somewhere between a gurgle and a yelp, and she froze, dropping my arm and spinning on her ass to face me as I fell back down onto the bed.
“What the...” she said as she looked around the room and then settled her eyes on me. “Oh.”
Her eyes floated to the loudly offending pillow, and she flailed, nearly falling out of the bed as she tried to scramble to her knees. Then she climbed over me, in the most decidedly unsexy way possible, and reached under the pillow to pull the phone out. Instead of a phone, she yanked a sweater out, the sound apparently coming from one of the pockets.
She shook it until the phone dropped out and landed on the bed, bouncing over as if magnetically drawn to my face, and whacked me in the eye.
“Ow,” I said as she reached for it, finally grabbing it before it tumbled off the bed.
“Sorry,” she said, frustrated. A swipe later and the sound mercifully stopped. Holly dropped her head down to the mattress, and her body relaxed, still lying perpendicular across me as I held my eye with one hand. “Does it hurt?”
Her voice was muffled by the mattress.
“No, it’s fine,” I lied. It hurt like hell. Her phone was like an internet-enabled brick, and it hit me corner first. I strongly suspected it was a Nokia from the nineties that she somehow updated to allow her to use Facebook.
“Well, that was a romantic way of waking up together,” she said.
“I mean, you are lying on top of me,” I said. “I’ll take that as a win.”
“Very funny,” she said. “I need to get to the kitchen and get breakfast going.”
She began to sit up, making for the edge of the bed, but I gently grabbed her arm, and she stopped.
“Or,” I said, “you could stay here in bed with me.”
Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. One turned into two, and soon I was pulling the blanket over her and she was snuggling down into my arms again. Between each kiss was a wide smile from both of us, and I felt like I could stay there forever, holding her under the blankets, warding off a cold day. But she was right—there were things to do and people to make breakfast for.
But maybe it could wait for a few minutes.
“I should get out there. It takes at least twenty minutes to get breakfast out, and Mr. Yancy has been up within five minutes of the smell of coffee every time,” she said.
“Then don’t start coffee yet,” I said, grinning. “Instead, you should get in the shower with me. It’s a way better way of starting the morning.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said. “But what if one of the guests gets up earlier than normal?”
“There are cookies down there. They can have those to tide them over.”
“Wildly healthy,” she joked.
“I didn’t say that,” I laughed. “I just said they were there. Plus, any one of them knows how to work a coffee machine. You can have a few minutes of a restful morning and still get down there before most people are awake.”
“Maybe,” she said, seeming to hedge her bets. “But only if you make biscuits. I am terrible at biscuits.”
“Done. I can handle that.”
Smiling, she kissed me again and wiggled out of my arms, slipping off the bed. She had slipped on a T-shirt in the middle of the night, and I watched as she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it back at me. Then, she seemed to realize just how cold it was and reached for it again, pulling her arms up over her chest. Realizing the opportunity, I pulled the shirt away and rolled off the other end of the bed.
“Give it back,” she said playfully, jumping onto the bed to come after me.
“Nope,” I said, running around the other side and dipping into the bathroom.
She ran in after me, but by then, I already had the shower curtain open and the hot water on. It took a few moments for the water to get warm, and Holly sighed as she got into the room and shut the door, shaking her head. Neither of us brought clothes to change into. It was going to be cold when we got out of there, but I wasn’t going to leave her in here alone either.
Holly dropped her arms away from her chest as the air in the room started to warm up with the steam of the shower. Her breasts were perky and her nipples standing on end. As she brushed by me to reach into the shower and feel the water on her hand, I took one of them into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue.
One hand slid up her thigh, pushing away her silky panties and sliding through her folds until fingers found her opening. She groaned as I slipped one inside, and one of her own hands dropped down to my shorts and reached inside. I stood from where I had been sitting on the tub’s edge, and she grasped my cock, pulling it out and stroking it as I moved my lips up to hers.
We stepped into the shower a moment later, and she lathered her hands with soap before she resumed stroking me. I relished watching the shampoo make bubbly rivulets stream down her shoulders and across her breasts, and before long, she was pressed against the tile of the shower, one leg around my waist as I slid my cock inside her, filling her and satisfying the absolute hunger for her body.
We came together under the stream of hot water, our hair matted to our faces and our bodies slick with soap. As I gently let her leg down, we giggled, and she filled her hand with conditioner, finishing the bathing ritual that we’d interrupted so suddenly. When we were finally clean, I stepped out of the shower first, rummaging through the drawers under the sink until I found the towels and pulled a few out. I laid one down on the floor for her to step on, and as she did, I again marveled at her body, shining and sparkling in the light as her wet skin glimmered.
Holly dried off as I went into the bedroom, grabbing both robes that had been in the bathroom when I first arrived and I had alternated wearing. Bringing them back, I gave one to her, and she wrapped her body in it, spinning a towel around her hair and then shuffling off to the bedroom, presumably to find her clothes.
Wrapped in the other robe, I finished my morning routine and headed back into the bedroom to join her. Holly had already gotten dressed and was peeking out of the door toward her own room. She leaned back across to me and kissed me, then snuck over. I shut my door, grinning, and got dressed myself, opting for a sweater and jeans over what I wanted, which was a T-shirt and sweatpants.
A knock on the door came just as I was slipping on my socks, and Holly came back in, wearing a different outfit. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail behind her head and was doing a damn good job of not looking like she had spent the night somewhere other than her own room.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yup,” I said and took her hand. Together we walked down the stairs to the kitchen, happily.
Breakfast was an easy one, and thankfully her prediction of early risers wasn’t true. Old Man Yancy did respond to the coffee as she mentioned but took it back to his room and didn’t come back out again until breakfast had been served and a few plates had already gone out. Most of the guests ate at the dining room table, but a few took them back to their rooms. I was fascinated by seeing which ones did what.
For the most part, it looked like we overcooked. There was still an entire plate of biscuits with jams and jellies beside it on the table, and at least half the eggs were still in the serving dish. Holly walked by them, ready to refill, and frowned. She came up to me, a slightly concerned look on her face.
“No one is eating,” she said.
“They are eating,” I said. “Just not as much as normal.”
“It worries me.”
“Why?” I asked. “They probably don’t want to fill up because there are going to be so many treats at the festival. Don’t worry about it.”
“You really think so?” she asked.
I grabbed one of the biscuits and slathered some jelly on it, shoving it in my mouth and chewing.
“Yes,” I said, a crumb falling out and landing on my shirt. Holly giggled and grabbed the crumb, tossing it into the trash can beside me.
“Sure it isn’t that the food is bad?” she asked.
“The food is not bad,” he said. “Though I might be an unfair judge of the biscuits on account of me making them.”
“They seem good. Can I have a taste?”
Grinning, I held a bit of it up to her lips, and she took a bite, keeping her eyes trained on mine. A bit of red jam stayed on her top lip as she chewed and swallowed. Then her tongue slid out and cleared it. I felt my knees going weak.
“Good?”
“Delicious,” she said.
