43. Halliday
43
HALLIDAY
I toy with the short strands of hair at the base of Sterling’s skull as he carries me to bed.
“You look worried,” I breathe.
He’s had this deep line between his brows since everyone left.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to pretend with me.”
He sighs and traces his nose up my temple before kissing it.
“Last time Neil was near my family, two of them died. And even though he couldn’t have started the fire, until we know more, I don’t want to take any chances. Sinclair will get over having Denver with her. But I’m not going to lie, I’m angry at her for not telling us about the threats she’s been receiving.”
“She probably thought they were harmless notes until they wrecked her car.”
I slide my hand up over his shirt, bringing it to rest above his heart. It’s beating out a steady rhythm in his chest.
“I hate seeing you so worried. What can I do?” I press slow kisses up over his throat and along his jaw.
He groans as my lips travel to beneath his ear and I plant more soft kisses there.
“You can help me stop thinking for a while.”
“Stop thinking? You just want to feel, huh?” I toy with the buttons of his shirt as I unfasten them one by one.
“Something like that.”
He places me onto the bed, and I kneel, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue entwines with mine, one hand sinking into my hair and holding me in place so he can kiss me deeper and groan into my mouth.
“You’re so damn perfect.”
“I need you inside me,” I plead, palming his dick impatiently through his pants.
I slide the zipper down and push my hand inside, curling it around his length in his boxer shorts and squeezing.
“Hallie,” he tsks as I lose patience and free his rock-hard dick through the open zipper. “You feeling eager, Baby girl?”
“Always for you.” I bite my lower lip and glide my hand up and down his shaft, my body buzzing with energy at the moan it creates from deep in his chest.
“You want me to fill you up?” His eyes glitter as my hand reaches the tip of him.
“Or maybe you can fill my throat.” I dip my head and spit on his throbbing erection, rubbing my saliva into his already glistening slit with my thumb.
He tips his head back as I wrap my lips around him and take as much of him as I can in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ.” His large hand cups the back of my head, holding me down. I blink up at him, my throat filled with him. “You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you? Look at you, sucking on my cock with those innocent eyes.”
I bat my lashes and his grip on my head softens, allowing me to suck all the way back up. I sink back onto him for a few more delicious sucks before letting his dick pop free of my mouth.
I press a kiss to the smooth, shiny head of his cock and he curses as it jumps against my lips.
“Lie down, Baby girl,” he growls.
I pull my Statue of Liberty sweater off over my head, and peel my yoga pants down my thighs, loving the way his eyes darken when he notes my lack of panties.
I lie back on my elbows, looking up at him.
“Like this?” I pout, letting my thighs drop open in invitation.
He swoops on me, and I cry out as his tongue crashes against my clit. I sink my hands into his hair and tug at the roots as he wastes no time in eating me out like the expert he is. My orgasm winds up inside me. But I know he won’t let me come. He wants the first one the same way I do.
Together.
“Sterling,” I gasp. “Please.”
He groans in response, sliding his tongue around my clit, then lower, dipping it inside me. I arch against the bed, my hands holding his head deep between my thighs.
“You’re so good at that,” I whimper as he slides his tongue free and moves it further back, teasing my asshole.
“I practice every morning.” He chuckles.
“I want you inside me,” I moan.
He holds my eyes and kisses my clit tenderly, and I’m so close to coming from that one single, sexy move that my thighs shake against his ears.
“Hurry,” I beg.
He stands, never breaking eye contact as he slides each sleeve of his shirt off and drops it to the floor. My eyes roam over his torso and I press my thighs together to ease the ache of needing him there. I don’t even see his scars as scars anymore. They’re just a part of him. A part I kiss and stroke every chance I get.
“Hurry,” I urge again in a breathy plea, rising to my knees so I can watch him properly.
His lips twitch and he takes his time unfastening the waistband of his suit pants. His dick is still poking through the open zipper, deep pink and glistening on the end. I lick my lips in anticipation.
He slides the rest of his clothes off and sits at the head of the bed, resting against the headboard. His lips curl into an amused smile and he takes his cock in one hand and fists it slowly.
“You want to get on it, Baby girl?”
I scrabble to do as he says, straddling his thighs.
His hands take up their favorite position on my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin as he grips me. I slide a hand around his jaw, and he twists to kiss my inner wrist.
“I love you,” I say, grasping him and lining up his cock where I need it.
“I love you too.”
His eyes hold mine and he kisses my wrist again. His fingers flex against my hips as I rotate his dick in a circle, sliding it through my wetness until he’s coated in it.
I grip his left shoulder, my palm flattening over the scarred skin in my usual place I like to get leverage when I ride him.
Then I sink down.
His lips part with a hiss so laced in arousal that it makes wetness pool between my thighs, and I stretch all the way around him easily, taking inch after inch of his length until our hot skin presses tightly together.
“God, Sterling,” I mewl shamelessly as my body flutters around him.
“Baby girl,” he utters, his chest muscles tensing like he’s fighting not to come just from the feel of entering me.
I love that I do this to him. He’s all strong and composed usually. But the second I ride him like this, the same as our first time, it takes everything in him to maintain control.
“You like it like this, huh?” I rise up and sink back down slowly, smiling as his head falls back and his throat thickens with a tortured groan.
He looks at me beneath hooded lids.
“You know I do, Baby girl. Now ride me. Make it damn torture for me not to fill you up before you come on my cock.”
I lean forward and kiss him, nipping his lower lip between my teeth.
“You feel so good inside me,” I purr.
I lift my hips, setting a steady pace, working myself up and down his dick while my mouth hovers against his, delivering kisses in-between my lust-filled moans of his name.
His grip on my hips tightens and I lick the corner of his mouth.
“You love testing me, don’t you?” He groans out a chuckle, his cock thickening inside me and making me gasp as he pulls me up and down over it with more force.
“I love that I’m going to be marrying you soon,” I whimper.
He lifts his hips, thrusting up inside me and fucking me from beneath. I kiss him again, allowing my lips to brush side to side over his.
“And I love that we were doing it like this the day you got me pregnant.”
His heavy lust-filled lids lift in question, and I nod slowly.
“I worked it out on my chart. I think it was the day we came back to New York. Remember it?”
“Hallie,” he utters. “You needed taking care of that day.”
“I know.”
I keep my hand on his shoulder and use the other to take one of his from my hips and place it over my stomach. I hold mine over the top as we continue to move.
“You did take care of me,” I breathe, kissing him again. “You took care of me just like this. In your arms. Kissing me. Loving me. Just like you always do.”
“Jesus,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing over my lower stomach as I increase our pace.
“You loved me so hard you created something magic.”
I ride him and he urges me on with a firm grip on one hip.
“You are my magic, Hallie.” His upper torso tenses and he looks down at our hands on my stomach, the giant engagement ring glittering against my skin. “The moment I met you, you changed my life.”
I wait until he brings his blue eyes up to meet mine and then I increase my pace, my breath growing ragged.
“You changed mine too. You are my first and only choice. I chose you . I’ll always choose you.”
His pupils blow wide, and I hold his eyes, shuddering and crying out as my orgasm crashes through me.
“Always you,” I pant, coming hard.
Sterling tightens his grip on my hip as I clench around his cock in rippling waves, my orgasm stretching on into another that bursts like a warm shower of sunlight through my body.
“That’s it. Milk me, Baby girl. God, yes. Just like that. You’re going to make me come.”
I clench around him, and he comes deep inside me with a choked groan, his head dropping back.
But not enough that his eyes leave mine.
“You’re so damn perfect. Squeeze me harder.”
I clench again and he hisses, his cock jerking inside me as he keeps coming.
“Baby girl. Damn, that’s it.”
“More?” I pant.
“More,” he confirms, his jaw tightening.
Another wave of cum floods me inside and the sensation makes me come again.
“Sterling,” I whimper.
I keep working myself over him long after our orgasms have subsided, and our combined wetness has started running out over his thighs.
“You okay?” I ask, kissing him on the lips.
He smiles. “I’m perfect. Damn perfect.”
I allow my gaze to trace over his face, along his silver-flecked jaw that I love to stroke so much, over the smile lines that crease the corners of his warm blue eyes. Eyes I’ve spent hours looking into and falling deeper and deeper in love.
Energy dances through me, buzzing over me like a million kisses of stardust against my skin as he brings his lips to mine and kisses me softly.
“I don’t think your kissing needs work anymore,” I breathe.
“No?”
“But you know that expression, use it or lose it?”
He chuckles and I return his kiss with a gentle one of my own.
“In that case, I’ll choose to use it every day with my beautiful soon-to-be wife.”
“That’s a good choice.” I beam at him.
“My only one,” he breathes.
His eyes twinkle as I gaze into them.
“Your only one,” I repeat. “Just like you were always meant to be my only one too.”
I trail my fingers along his jaw, catching his next kiss against their tips.
“My only choice,” I whisper. “The best one I’ll ever make.”