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No one will ever disrespect you when I’m around. Ever.”
“I just lost my fucking mind, Hallie. You’re better than every single one of those motherfuckers at that place, and I wasn’t going to hear them disrespect you.”
“I love the costume, baby. I feel like I didn’t get to even really tell you that… before.”
“It’s not a Playboy Bunny or a sexy nurse, but I think it’s me… You know?” “You’re amazing, Hallie,” he whispers, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. “So fucking sexy in your little alien dress. The antennas? Really do it for me.”
“I love that.” “What?” I ask, my brow furrowing in confusion. “Your laugh. I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do to hear that laugh.”
“Honestly, fuck feminism. You had Lane Collins on his knees for you, Hallie Jo. Like, as in devouring you like a last meal. He punched another human for you. That is not some average girl shit.”
My arms fly around his neck and pull him to me in a hug that immediately feels like… home. My body immediately relaxes, and I melt into his hold.
“Will you… come with me?” His eyebrow arches. “Take a bath with you?” I nod. “Yeah, if you’re up for it.” “As if there’s anywhere else I’d rather be, baby.”
“Hal?” “Hm,” I hum. “Gonna need you to stop making that sound. Hanging by a thread here.” “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
I’d like to think I’ve got a good handle on self-control, but standing here as Hallie sinks to her nose under the bubbles, a breathy moan leaving her lips as she does, I’m rethinking that altogether.
Hallie Jo Edwards is too good for a guy like me. Someone who has no idea what he even wants out of life anymore. Who barely knows who he is anymore. She’s the best person I’ve ever known, and she deserves someone who is going to put her first, put her so fucking high on a pedestal no one will ever touch her.
Her lilac-painted toes brush against my feet in the water. Fuck, when have I ever taken a bath with a girl and played footsie while she was naked in my arms?
It feels like the only steady, constant thing in my life is Hallie. And I really think she probably doesn’t know that.
Not that I ever want to fucking think of anyone else touching Hallie.
I put my hand on her throat, squeezing gently as I whisper in her ear. “Let me make you come on my fingers.”
I’m taking it. All of her firsts. Because they’re mine. She’s mine, and the thought of anyone else having any of them drives me fucking insane with jealousy.
“Be a good girl and take my finger. It’ll be tight, but I know you can do it, baby.” All I want to do is praise her, tell her what a perfect girl she is, how beautiful her pussy is, how good I know her greedy little pussy is going to feel clamping down around my finger. Using my middle finger, I slide it inside of her, my thumb rubbing slow circles on her clit.
Kissing Hallie is like coming home. It’s like finding the sign that points to your destination after being lost for so long. Kissing Hallie is fucking everything. She is everything.
“So fucking tight. So perfect, baby. I love feeling you clench around my fingers,” I murmur against her lips while she chants my name over and over. “Such a good girl. My good girl.”
“I need… I n—” she pants, stopping to suck in a desperate breath. “Tell me what you need, Hallie.”
“To come. I need… Lane. Please.” She’s begging, and I can’t deny her.
Yes or no, Hallie Girl. Hallie: Yes. sigh. Always yes, Lane Collins.
He nods. “Yep. I already picked out a new conspiracy podcast episode for us to listen to. Tales of the Cryptids.” If my heart wasn’t already beating a hundred miles an hour, the way he waggles his eyebrows suggestively, paired with the panty-melting grin, would send it into overdrive. He picked out a podcast for us to listen to? I am not okay. This is the kind of thing you see in those cute TikToks about adorable couples.
“Sorry, baby, but I’ve got plans for tonight that will not be happening if I get in that bed with you.” Right. Yes. Well, I kinda wanted those plans to be about this bed. “Okay.” I laugh awkwardly, sitting up. “Wanna tell me about these plans?” “Another surprise.” As much as I love surprises, I’m kind of ready to just have him all to myself. To soak in the moments with just the two of us.
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“See you in ten.” Dragging my fingers along his jaw, I feel him shudder beneath the tips, and I smile. I love that I have the same effect on him that he has on me.
The water in the hot tub is perfect, but not nearly as perfect as Hallie is in the star-covered black bikini that she’s wearing.
I’ve never wanted anything in my life the way that I want her.
I wish she could see what I see whenever I look at her. Feel what I feel. Just for a single moment, I wish that she could see herself from my eyes. Then there would never be another doubt in her mind. She would never question my desire for her or wonder if I was into what she was doing.
“There is nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you, baby.”
I’ve traced my fingers over her skin so many times that I’ve memorized the feel of it even when we’re not together. My fingerprints have left marks that aren’t seen by the eye but are a testament to the time I’ve spent acquainting myself with every single inch of her.
“Don’t rush me, Hallie Girl. I’m committing this to memory, and that takes time. I am dedicated to this body.”
She’s perfect, in every sense of the word. Hallie Edwards is a dream.
“I will never get tired of looking at you, Hallie. I’ll never get tired of watching you flush when you get nervous, or the way that the pulse in your neck flutters when I compliment you, or the way you look when you fall apart for me.”
“I’ve never known perfection until you,” I whisper, dropping my forehead to hers. “I thought it didn’t exist, but you’re living proof that it does, Hallie Girl.”
“Look at you.” My gaze lingering on her body, I lick my lips and shake my head in disbelief that I could be so wholly attracted to another person the way that I am her.
“Eyes on me,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire. “I want you to see what I see, Hallie. I want you to see yourself through my eyes.”
“Look how fucking pretty you are. Flushed and ready for my fingers.” I slide my fingers away from her slit and trail my lips up to the shell of her ear and whisper, “Touch yourself, Hallie, and watch in the mirror.”
“Show me what you did when we were on FaceTime. Show me how you made yourself come.”
As much as I love seeing her touch herself, I want to taste her. I need to taste her.
“I want you to watch me eat your pussy, Hallie. Watch as I eat my favorite fucking meal.”
“Come on my face, Hallie. I want to taste your cum on my tongue,”
“Too intense… I can’t. It feels…” Her eyes are glossed over, and her words are jumbled. She’s panting so hard she can hardly get them out. “Lane… Lane… Lane… Oh my god, I think I’m going to pee…” Fuck, fuck. Fuck. Is she… Goddamn, she is. “No, baby, you’re going to squirt,” I rasp triumphantly. And I’m going to come in my motherfucking pants. I sweep my tongue along her clit, hook my fingers up, massaging her G-spot faster, and she comes hard on a violent cry. “Oh… Oh… God.”
Never in my fucking life have I been so turned on. I’m so hard that it physically hurts.
“Just like that, Hallie. You did so good, baby, just like that,”
“I want to have sex. I’m ready.” It’s probably so fucking lame to admit, so I won’t say it out loud, but my heart speeds up in my chest, which seems entirely impossible after what I was just blessed enough to witness. But it does. It’s pounding so hard.
Anticipation prickles beneath my skin while I drink him in. The thought of him being inside of me makes me even hotter. I want to be full of him, to feel him everywhere. “Stop looking at me like that, Hallie,” he rasps, reaching down to fist his cock, slowly pumping it, precum already seeping out of the head.
And I’ve learned that nothing compares to the way Lane looks as he jerks his cock. Except maybe the look in his eyes when his mouth is on me.
He treats me as if I’m the most important person in the room, like we exist only together.
“I want to make this perfect for you,” he says, leveling his gaze on me. His face is so sincere and serious that my heart swells with the need to reassure him. “It’s already perfect, Lane.”
