Page 75 of Bring me Back

She went first, her eyes still devouring my house. My parents always told me I had talent. Mark and Abby begged for new furniture as Christmas and birthday gifts. But it was Hallie’s silent appreciation that filled my chest with pride.

The workshop in my garage was simple. I installed shelves on the right side to hold tubs of stain and whatnots. Cabinets to the left for the tools, investing in glass doors so I knew where everything was always. My power tools were neatly displayed, and right in the middle, was a simple workbench and a table saw.

“Is this you?” she asked with her back turned, examining my roll of power tools.

“You talk like you're just getting to know me.”

She spun on her spot. “You are a reserved person. And that’s coming from me.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but she shook her head. “I’m not criticizing. I like to know how you deal with the world.”

“Deal?”

She lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, I put everything into sewing. Everyone does a different thing. Sometimes it’s a hobby, sometimes it’s a way of life.” She opened her arms. “This is you.”

I dipped my chin. Hallie walked to my workbench, turning her back to me as she examined the details. I tried to hold myself back, let her do her thing, but as soon as she leaned on the table, her dress went up a little and my feet walked independently of my will.

Soon, I was plastered on her back. The little gasp she let out was good enough to eat.

My hands closed over her hips, bringing it back to me. She straightened up, and I took it as an invitation to get a bite of her neck. I hummed when the taste of her overwhelmed me. Her soft hair tickled my face. “Hallie…” I said just because her name was always on my mind.

She didn’t reply but whimpered as my hands rubbed the front of her dress, from the narrow waist up, taking two handfuls of her tits.

“No bra?”

“It wouldn’t look good with this dress,” she replied, trying to keep her voice in check.

I chuckled, my right hand left her chest, wrapping around her, lifting her dress and trembling when I found she wasn’t wearing underwear either.

“You’re a liar, Hallie Delos Santos.”

My rough palm was big enough to take one full cheek in my hand, my denim clad leg pried her legs apart.

“I’m trying this new thing,” she told me, breathless. “Being brave.”

I hummed with approval. “Don’t move,” I ordered.

She was leaning over the table, her dress hitched up, showing off her ass. I kept my left hand in place, but the other roamed in front, roughly to her thigh, as she sucked in a breath. I delved between her legs, my thumb circling her clit. Just to tease her a little.

“How is bravery going for you, Cricket?” I wanted to know.

“Honestly? Fantastic.”

We both chuckled, but she was cut short, when I dipped a finger inside. My moan mixed with hers when I found her wet and ready. I licked her neck and took a bite as Hallie held on to my worktable with white knuckles.

“Hold on there, Cricket. I’m going to make you come all over my workshop.”

She didn’t protest; she didn’t argue. No, not Hallie. She bobbed her head, bracing herself, eager as she could be. Her ass tipped up, holding the table like a good girl as I worked her. One finger fucked her shallow, my thumb over her clit and my other hand gripped her ass and kept her in place.

Cricket moaned and pleaded, louder than I thought she was capable, and right over her ecstasy, I slapped her ass; her whimper let loose, and she came apart so pretty for me.

My mouth hovered over her shoulder. A small nip and then a kiss. “I’m going to be addicted to seeing you come, Cricket.”

She let out a breathless laugh. “I guess it’s an addiction I’m happy to oblige.”

I chuckled, groaning at how fucking enamored I’d become in the last weeks. Hallie always gave as much as she got. She matched me in every way, pressure and intensity.She matched me.

Her body sagged to mine, her back to my chest as I removed my hand from her and smoothed her dress over her ass. She chuckled at my care, one-eighty from the man who just made her orgasm in a workshop and slapped her ass right there, too. But there was fire, passion and everything Hallie brought on me, but also an intense need to care for her, to be better than everyone else in her life.

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