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Are you asleep?
I type the message out, staring down at it. I know this is crossing a line.
We agreed we’d take a break.
But I haven’t been able to sleep, Hallie’s moans, her shifting hips, and the lust in her face jolt me awake each time. My manhood is in a near-constant state of being rock-hard, so ready I can hardly take it.
All I want is to slip inside of her, feel her tight pussy, and make her cream the same way she did the other night.
Only now, she’ll be gushing down my inflamed length.
Without letting myself dwell on it, I click send.
No, she responds a few moments later. Why?
The past four days return to me. The difficulty of wondering what she’s doing or who she’s with. The difficulty of knowing that all I have to do is drive across the city, and there she’ll be, with her kissable lips and her begging-to-be-massaged curvaceousness.
Or I’d hold her, and we’d talk. About the future, about us.
Or about how it will all come crashing down, perhaps, if Graham discovers the truth. When he does, since we’re going to tell him, the day he arrives back on the East Coast.
I caution myself to slow down. Hallie doesn’t know I’m thinking about a future together.
It’s miraculously been four long days of resisting her, but I can’t fight this anymore. I’m aching, on the brink of collapse, just thinking about going another second.
This must be proof. Indeed, something new is happening here.
I’ve never felt like this, or even remotely close.
It’s always been the distance, the numbness, the focus.
But now, all I want is to focus on her.
I click call.
“H-hello?” she whispers.
I smirk, my chest flooding immediately to hear her voice, the nervousness, the stutter, and underneath it all…I’m sure I can hear the need, the desire, the same one flurrying in me.
“You don’t have to sound so surprised,” I say.
She laughs quietly. “Shouldn’t I be? You made it pretty clear you didn’t want to speak.”
“No, Hallie,” I tell her as the beast inside me bucks around and howls at the very notion. “I knew it would be for the best.”
“What’s changed?” she asks.
I clench my teeth, close my eyes and remember her lips pressed against mine. I wish I’d torn her PJ shorts down, revealed her soaked pussy, slipped my fingers inside, and let her feel the full force of my irrepressible hunger.
“Nothing,” I snarl. “It’s been the same all week, Hallie. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop dreaming about you. I can’t stop wanting you.”
I caution myself to slow down, aware I could be coming on far too strongly. But it’s difficult when every single word feels right and true.
“I feel the same,” she says, voice wavering. “But what about….”
“I know. I don’t want to betray him again. But we could tell him now.”
“Tell him what?” she cuts in fiercely. “We’re not dating. We’re not together or anything like that. Do you have any clue how awkward it would be to explain to dad what we did, especially over the phone?”
I grind my teeth. There is a lot I want to say, especially about her dating comment, but something holds me back. It’s like a survival mechanism, not wanting to end our relationship before it begins.
If I tell her the truth – that I want to claim, marry, start a family with her – she may run.
“Hayden?”
“I get it,” I say. “How do you feel about doing more, seeing each other, before telling him?”
“Terrible,” she says softly. “Really, really, really awful. Like the worst kind of person imaginable, basically.”
“Yeah. That sounds about right.”
We pause, and then she murmurs, “So what do we do?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “All I know is, I can’t stop thinking about you. About what we did. There’s so much I want, need, Hallie….”
“Like what?” she says, her voice getting breathier.
It reminds me of how she moaned, her pleasure as she bit down on me, breathing hard.
“Are you alone?” I ask, my tone husky, even if I know it’s wrong, what I’m thinking about and starving for.
“Yes,” she says softly.
“Do you really want to know what I want from you?” I ask, voice firm, unflinching.
“Y-yes,” she says. “I do. Badly.”
“Are you going to do something for me?” I snarl. “Are you going to touch your pussy and make it nice and wet for me, Hallie?”
There’s a pause, and I wonder if I’ve misread the situation.
But then she speaks, and my balls start to swell, my seed writhing, my head clouding in lust.
“I already am, Hayden,” she says, threatening to make me burst.
CHAPTER NINE
Hallie
I couldn’t help myself when I heard his voice, especially the plain desire in it. It was his husky voice, filled with gruff hunger, and now my hand is between my legs, and I’m stroking softly.
“You’re touching yourself now?” he snarls.
