Page 95 of Broken Halo

“Yeah.” He takes back the camera and starts pressing all kinds of buttons.

“Hey, you,” she answers. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to this. Her voice hits me deep in my gut and I’m fucking thrilled to have it back. “I thought you were busy all afternoon.”

I scribble my email address on a notepad and rip it off, handing it to Anderson. “Where are you?”

“The studio.” She laughs, happy, and it’s so good to hear her like this. She almost sounds like she did when I met her. Griffin screams and babbles in the background. She’s been taking him to work with her every day. “Trig, I think he’s going to walk soon. He’s so close.”

“Good.” I pack up my Mac and paperwork as I speak. “You ready to go home and start the weekend?”

“Yes, I’m exhausted. Between getting ready for the opening and juggling Griffin, I’m wiped. Griff and I are heading out after I gather a few more things.”

“I appreciate you stopping by,” I say to Anderson on my way out of my office before turning my attention back to Ellie. “I’ll meet you at home?”

She pauses and when I get her voice back, it turns soft. “Yes, home. I’m starving.”

* * *

I pull out and roll her to her back. Her objection comes through a moan when she pushes her light hair out of her face to look up at me. “Why did you stop?”

“Want to see your face when I come.” I hike her leg high and thrust back inside.

She’s orgasmed twice—my Ellie, so perfect and sweet. Once on my face and the next when I rolled her to her stomach and had her on her knees. I could watch her come all day and never get used to the beauty of it. Now, she’s out of breath as she arches her back, pulling her knees up high, her pussy swallowing my cock, as hungry for me as I am for her.

We’ve fallen into a routine. Dinner, time to bond with Griffin, getting him ready for bed, then, us.

This.

Just her and me. I’m not sure we’ll ever make up for lost time but we’re doing our damnedest to give it a go. I never thought I’d have her back, let alone let my mind go to the absolute fucking utopia of it becoming a reality.

Her breathing becomes as erratic as mine. I slide my hand under her ass and lift, needing more of her and her taking every inch. “You gonna come again, baby? I’m close.”

“Harder,” she breathes and I squeeze her ass, pounding and grinding, not holding back. Again … again … again … “Yes, more,” she begs as she constricts around my dick and I can’t hold on any longer. Every muscle in my body tenses and I press into her, planted deep.

I don’t pull out but I do lower myself, smothering her small frame and loving it. She doesn’t object and runs her hands down my back. “I’d say we need a bigger bed, but we hardly use half of this one.”

I lean up on my forearms and look down at her. “The rest of our stuff will be here tomorrow and we can move into the master. But we’re going to have to let some of my mom’s things go. It’s too much.”

Her fingertips dance over my bottom lip and she gives her bare shoulder a lazy lift. "I see something of Faye in everything here. What are we supposed to get rid of?”

I lean in to kiss her. “We’ll put it all in storage for now and think about it later. I’m ready for this shit to be done and get settled once and for all.”

She yawns and I pull out, rolling to the side as she climbs out of bed and walks naked to the bathroom. I can’t take my eyes off her. When she disappears around the corner, I grab my phone that’s been lighting up the dim room for the last forty-five minutes.

Notifications from the tracker on my dad’s truck. He’s not quiet anymore. His Friday night has been busy. I’m sure he’s no doubt been killing his paycheck since he’s been back and forth from his shit property to the even shittier bar where he used to be a regular. They no doubt welcomed him back with honors that would make a soldier’s homecoming look pathetic. But what’s interesting is the last place he’s been. I sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard as I study the map. I swear, it’s the ex-sheriff’s place.

Why the hell would he be visiting Logan?

Ellie comes back into the room, yawning as she shrugs off her silk robe and climbs back into bed with me, just as naked as she was when she left. I toss my phone to the nightstand because Ellie doesn’t need to be bothered with the whereabouts of my father as long as he stays far away from her.

“Griffin okay?” I ask as we settle in.

She nods and presses herself up against my side. “He’s out.”

I kiss her forehead.

“Trig?” she calls for me as her body starts to relax.

“Hmm?”

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