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It feels like the lines are blurring, like whatever is happening between us isn’t just about the proposal anymore.
The last thing I remember before drifting off is how easily it feels to be with Hallie. How quickly I’m becoming addicted to her scent, her touch. To the feel of her in my arms. And how even though I know it’ll end badly, I can’t seem to stop myself.
Truth be told, I had no idea what I was planning when I asked Hallie to play hooky. All I knew was that I woke up with her in my arms, and I wasn’t ready for her to leave yet.
Her gaze lifts to mine, and of course, her cheeks heat flush, the prettiest pink that I’ve become addicted to. It makes me want to make her blush everywhere.
It’s easy being with Hallie. Just being. Existing. No pressure to be anything other than who I am right in this moment with her. Isn’t that how it should always feel? “Thanks, Hallie Girl.” I smile, always a genuine one with her, then let go of her hand and toss my arm around her shoulder, pulling her toward me so I can press my lips against her hair.
She’s everything that I need right now.
“Should I? If I go, do I get to see you in a costume? Something sexy that is going to have me wanting to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of there?”
Hallie doesn’t miss a single beat. She walks right over to me, fisting her hands in my shirt and pulling me to her mouth, sealing her lips over mine.
“What are you doing?” He hums against my skin, warming each spot as he goes. “Kissing my girl.” My girl.
“I fucking love it, and you shouldn’t for a second be embarrassed. Do you hear me?”
“I just… I know that sports players can be very superstitious, having the same routines and doing things that they think will bring them luck, so I thought… that it might bring you good luck.”
“You are perfect, Hallie Jo Edwards. Don’t ever let anyone tell you anything different.”
“As much as I do, I want to get this off of you so bad I can’t fucking breathe.” “You make me feel like I can’t breathe too. I feel like the only thing I want to do is inhale every part of you.”
“I just… I want you, Lane.” His smirk makes my stomach feel tight. “I need to see you, baby. All of you.” I don’t miss how rough and uneven his voice is despite the smirk. Like he’s using every ounce of restraint he possesses to move at my pace.
“In the shower, baby. If you want to see me come in my pants like a fucking teenager, then we can continue, but I’d really rather not.” When I give him a mischievous grin, he shakes his head. “Please, Hallie.” I love making him crazy this way. My gaze never leaves his as I quickly pull my panties and stockings down and kick them to the side, then sashay over to the shower, glancing back at him. He drops his forehead against the wall while bringing his fist to it. “Gonna be the death of me. Without a fucking doubt.”
I want to touch it. I want to be the one bringing him pleasure. “C-can I… taste you?” He groans. “Christ, Hallie.” “What?” I say cheekily. “I… I want you to show me how to please you. Can you show me?” “I feel like I might actually go to hell for this. You’re too fucking sweet for me, Hallie. Too good.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be good anymore. Maybe what I want is to not be held like porcelain. Maybe I want to be dirtied up. Maybe I want you to give it all to me.” He grinds his teeth together, his jaw working as he does. When he finally opens his eyes, he slides his hand to the nape of my neck and grasps tightly. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, Hallie.” “And maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Lane. You’ve made this about me from day one. I know that you respect me, and I know that you want to move at my pace, and I am ready for you to not treat me like I’m breakable. I’m ready for this.”
“Fuck it,” he mutters. “Get on your knees. You want to suck my cock like a slut, Hallie?”
“If you want to stop—” “I’ll tell you,” I say firmly. I want this. I’m sure I want this, and if I feel uncomfortable, I’ll voice it. “I’m ready. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Touch my cock, Hallie.”
“Wrap your fist around me. Don’t be afraid, baby.” “I just don’t want to do it… wrong?” Lane chuckles, and his cock bobs against my hand. “Trust me, Hallie Girl. There’s nothing in this fucking world that could be wrong about you on your knees with your sweet little tits out while your fist is wrapped around me.”
How it must feel to be stuffed full of him to where the only thing I think about is how impossibly full I feel.
“Don’t be afraid to be rough, Hallie. I fucking love it.”
I can feel his body in my hands, and I repeat the same motion over and over until one hand flies to my hair, lacing in the strands, and the other to the shower wall behind me as if he’s holding himself up for support.
“Fuck, Hallie. You have no idea how good you feel. How badly I’m trying to keep control.”
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, Hallie Girl.”
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
“So pretty that it makes it hard to think straight, Hallie Girl. Everything about you makes it hard to think of anything other than you.”
“So come sit on my face and let me taste you.”
“Uh… what if…” His finger finds my lips and silences my protest. “No what-ifs. Trust me, there is nothing in this world that I want more than you to ride my face until you come, Hallie.”
I’ve never felt so seen in my life, and my nipples harden in response to his gaze. “I love these,”
“As much as I want to watch you do that all fucking night… I can’t wait another second to taste you.”
“Grip the headboard, and ride my face.”
“I don’t…” I trail off, raking my teeth over my lips as I peer down at him. I’m trembling, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m nervous to be this close to Lane’s face with the most intimate part of me or if it’s anticipation to do something so… dirty. Sexual. With him.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “I love this pussy, Hallie. I’m addicted to it.”
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says, his eyes hazy with hunger. “You did so good, baby.”
We’ve only been apart for a few hours, and it already feels too fucking long.
The last thing I want to do tonight is go to a party, drink lukewarm beer, and pretend I want to be there. I wanna be home, watching some documentary with Hallie wrapped in my arms and her in my bed. It’s how I want to spend most of my nights, and that thought scares me. In more ways than one.
Make no doubt there’s only one reason I’m going, and that’s for Hallie.
“You look fucking insanely sexy, Hallie Girl,” I tell her as I reach out and tug her against me.
“It’s taking everything inside of me not to put you on that counter, flip your pretty little dress up, and eat you all fucking night long, Hallie Girl. You look delectable.”
She melts against me. “Play your cards right and that just might happen.” This fucking girl. My fucking girl.
“Don’t you ever say a fucking word about her again, do you hear me?”
“You know, I feel sorry as fuck for you.” She goes to speak, but I cut her off entirely. “All of you. You’re sad as fuck. You’re so threatened by her that you have to be a bitch to make yourself feel secure. She doesn’t even know you, and you don’t know a fucking thing about her, yet you speak about her like you do. You’re pathetic, Lauren. She’s beautiful, kind, and intelligent. More than you’ll ever be in your sad existence.”
“No one says that shit about my girl.”
We’re in a room full of strangers, all who think they know me, all who have an opinion on my life, but the truth is they don’t know me. They have no fucking clue who I am, and the only person I’m worried about is standing right here in front of me.
I watch as the pulse in her neck flutters, and she brings her hands up to mine cradling her face, and then I lean in and seal my mouth over hers. Now, the secret’s out. The entire university will know by morning that I just claimed Hallie Jo Edwards. And I don’t have a single ounce of regret because the truth is? She’s mine. Even if neither of us is ready to admit that yet.
This stupid, adorable, beautiful man.
He just punched a guy for me. He got all possessive and growly and punched him in front of half of the campus without a second thought. He defended me in front of everyone. It’s the most gallant thing anyone has ever done for me, and that’s added to the rampant emotions my mind is trying to sort through.
Why is that so irrationally hot? I mean, if I’m honest, I’m pretty sure I’m still wet from seeing him hit that guy. I’m aware that’s entirely fucked-up, and I do not care.
