Page 38 of Love is Trash in Hallow's Cove

Anything new or different she wants to try, and I’m right there by her side, happily watching her grow more and more brilliant as she lets herself be her authentic, uninhibited self.

My eyes widen when I see the display she’s put together. Over the past few months, Hayley connected with a local tailor to bring her design ideas to life and take some of our thrifted items and turn them into new pieces we can sell in the shop. Seeing them now, arranged in an artful tableau, puts new meaning to the name Trash to Treasure. She’s taken ugly, discarded things and found a way to make them special.

“Baby, this is amazing!” I say, circling around the mannequin in the dress made from old Hawaiian shirts. “Please tell me you have one of these for yourself. You’d look fucking hot in it.”

She laughs, clearly pleased by my praise. “Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s awesome. You’re so creative and, fuck…” I swallow down a lump in my throat as emotion threatens to overtake me. “I just love you so much.”

Emotion shines in her eyes as she pulls me into an embrace. “I love you too. So, so much”

My dick perks up with her softness pressed so close. “Okay, I gotta stop hugging you or I’m going to want to ravish you right here and I don’t want to mess up all your hard work.”

She snorts and pulls back. “Thanks for being so considerate.”

“We should probably go get ready,” I say, glancing toward the stairs to our apartment.

“About that…” Hayley gives me a hesitant smile. “I think we should skip it.”

“Huh?” She asked me to go somewhere as a surprise today for an early anniversary celebration, and I’ve spent the past week trying to guess what we’re doing, but she’s refused to tell me. It’s been a whole thing between us. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Not really, no. I just think we could spend our time doing something better.” Hayley moves over to the stairs and gestures for me to follow.

Confused and intrigued, I follow her, staring at her thick ass the whole way up, which does nothing to help with my hard dick.

She leads me to the couch and I sit down next to her, waiting for her to explain what’s going on.

“I’d planned on us going to see that counselor again,” she says, suddenly.

“Oh my god, you didn’t!” I say with a startled laugh. “I can’t believe they were willing to book another appointment with us.” I grin with glee at the idea and the memory of one of our first dates. “That’s so romantic.”

“Hah, yeah, I thought so, too. But, I, uh, came up with another idea that doesn’t involve terrorizing that poor man again.”

“Eh, he charges enough to be able to handle a little weirdness,” I say with a shrug. “But if you think you have a better idea, then I trust your judgment.”

Hayley looks at me with an odd intensity, and my stomach clenches with sudden nerves. Shit, what if this is a bad thing? What if she’s decided she doesn’t want to be with me anymore? It seems like she’s been happy with me, and she tells me that all the time, and the sex is fucking bonkers, but—

“I want you to bite me,” she blurts.

For a moment I think I’ve misheard her. “You want what?”

She grabs the hem of her sweatshirt and tears it off over her head, revealing that she’s not wearing anything underneath. “I’m ready. I want your bite. I want you to claim me. If you’re not ready, that’s okay, but Jake, I’vebeen ready. I’m so ready I talked to my doctor about removing my birth control implant so we can try to have kids.”

My heart stops as her words wash over me. I open and close my mouth a few times, only managing to get out an incoherent sound. Beans claws at my mind, urging me to lunge forward and officially claim our mate now before she changes her mind.

“Breathe, Jake,” she says with a laugh, knowing me well enough to not take my silence as not agreeing with her.

“Yes. God, yes,” I say when I finally can get words out.

She laughs as I haul her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. On a mission, I yank her sweatpants down and bring my mouth to her hot, wet pussy, groaning at the taste.

Her hand tangles in my hair, hooking behind one of my ears as she gasps in surprise. “That’s not biting me,” she protests, but it doesn’t take long before she’s gripping me tighter and rocking against my mouth as she chases her pleasure.

As soon as she comes, I tear off my clothes. “Where do you want it?” I ask, voice rough with the need pounding through my blood.

Once I bite her, she’s mine.

Forever.

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