Page 33 of Hold On

I cross in front of the car to help her out. She smiles brightly as she always does when I open the car door for her and hold out my hand. It makes it worth it every time. Something so fucking simple reaping such a fantastic reward.

I’ll take the extra five steps for Lina Girl.

“Where are we going?” she asks as I pull her past my door and through the alcove to the backyard. My mom’s garden lays dormant for the winter and looks barren. It’s usually vibrant and gorgeous, but tonight it reminds me of all we lack. How she never tended to her fucking son and how I wanted to die so many times because of her negligence. I do my best to put it frommy mind as I pull Alina along the stone path that winds down towards the property’s pond.

There’s a small dock that I built for sitting when I bought the place. And next to it is a shed I refurbished that came as part of the purchase of the home. It had reminded me of the one my father made me sleep in. I vowed to fix it up when I paid cash for the entire property. I dreamed while doing so that someday I’d be able to take Alina here and show her how hard I had worked on it. How I had decorated it with her in mind. That I was begging for a chance to redeem myself for making her sleep on that cold, dirt floor all those years ago.

I’m a little nervous to do all this now that it’s actually happening though.

The shed has a small porch where I placed two chairs. One for me and one for Alina. She looks at them and then eyes me suspiciously, not understanding I’ve only ever planned on bringing her here. I don’t even allow my mom in this space. It’s personal to me and was something I needed to do as a project to heal from the past. I didn’t need her tarnishing it or becoming aware of why I was doing what I was doing with it.

I unlock the door and open it for Alina, stepping to the side and allowing her access to the interior. She walks in cautiously. It’s small. Nothing crazy. But there’s a plush bed with tons of pillows and throw blankets, with extras in a closet nearby. There’s a little loveseat by the bay windows that overlook the porch by the door. Besides a dresser on the far wall beneath a tiny tv, that’s it.

But it’s everything I wish I could’ve given her that night.

The wall above the bed is filled with posters of her favorite bands. Yellowcard, Good Charlotte, Green Day and My Chemical Romance. They’re framed; a little less messy than how she used to hang them on her wall in high school. But they still look sick over a black bedspread sporting Chinese dragons in white.There’s a fluffy white rug beneath the queen bed and a disco ball hung up in the center of the ceiling casting light over it all. And the floor isn’tdirt. It’s wooden, multi-colored gray, with a heating system beneath it. It’s everything eighteen-year-old Alina deserved, but I wasn’t able to offer.

Plus, a guitar or two of mine hung in the corner next to the built-in stereo, complete with surround sound. “There’s an outhouse behind the back, but it doesn’t flush,” I warn her. She giggles.

“Bash… this place is gorgeous,” she says in awe. She turns around in circles, her eyes sweeping every inch. Her lips smile wider each time she sees something new.

“Really?” I ask her, my fear of falling on my face slowly dissolving. I can tell she truly likes it. I’m just scared as shit. This means so much to me to be able to give to her...

“I love it!” she ensures me. I smirk at her, feeling like I can breathe again.

“Good,” I say as I pull her into my chest. “Because it was designed to beyours.”

Alina:

I’m stunned by his confession. But I can’t deny that it’s absolutely perfect and gorgeous in every way. He did make this place for me, but it’s more than just that. It’s a place forus. For the kids we used to be. The ones who had no idea how the world was going to rip us apart.

“It’s us,” I whisper and Bash nods, sighing.

“I knew you’d just… get it,” he says quietly as I turn to him with a wide smile.

“I do,Bash Cox,” I say emphasizing his name, making him laugh out loud.

“Playing with me, are you, Timber?” he asks coyly. I look around me, spinning in place.

“When in Rome!” I squeal.

He pounces on me.

Sebastian:

This fucking woman.

I need to stick my dick in her every fucking chance I get.

My fingers keep finding their way back inside her pussy and every time, she parts for me so easily, her slick folds just waiting for my intrusion. She’s begging for all of me and I’m ready to fuck the shit out of her. Dammit, I wish her fucking lip was healed so I could kiss her like I’m craving.

I won’t hurt her though. There’s plenty of time for kissing after she’s recuperated.

“Bend the fuck over,” I demand as she does so over the edge of the bed, kicking off her shoes. I pull her sweats down and off of her completely, spreading her ass cheeks for myself, savoring the flexibility of her body as I pry her apart. Her little asshole is so fucking ripe for the taking tonight and I find myself licking her again, teasing her hole with my tongue, spearing it at the opening. She sighs below me, fisting the blankets. I spit on her hole, gently rubbing at it, allowing it to be something easy and beautiful, something I can take my time with. I can feel her relax below me, picking up on my mood as she begins to circle her clit with lazy fingers.

I watch her for a moment, how gently she strokes her glistening skin, swirling her cum over her cunt sexily. Unrushed and with so much care. I love it. It reminds me of how her fingers feel on my body. A zing rips its way through my balls thinking of her affection. “I wanna play with your asshole again, baby,” I say.She whimpers below me, her body shaking endlessly in its need for attention.

“Tell me how,” she manages, and I smile as her pussy throbs with her lust. I reach out to pet her slowly. She presses her ass and cunt up towards me, demanding more touch with her rising hips.

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