Hallie would never get tired of hearing Brynn say things like that. Of how she was so open in putting her need for Hallie on display. The way she vocalized exactly what she wanted to do to Hallie, all without reservation.
She licked warm drops of water off her lips, even though they did nothing to quench the fire burning through her. God, she wanted this. “Baby, yes. Fuck me.”
Brynn rutted against her, and Hallie wondered if she was getting relief. She hoped to god that she was, and she wondered how she was surviving this moment if not. Because Hallie feltlike she was about to come apart at the seams as they stood in the steamy shower, hot and wet and with Hallie wondering whether her legs would give out before she finally came.
She couldn’t stand it, the idea that Brynn wasn’t going to come with her. That Hallie could be touching her, too. She pulled one of her hands off the wall and reached behind her, trying to nestle her hand between their bodies. It was no small feat with the way Brynn was grinding against her.
She found the right angle, and her hand slid across Brynn’s pussy, which was already soaked. They both groaned as she quickly found her clit.
But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t?—
Always on the same page, it was Brynn who turned Hallie around before pushing her back against the wall. And then they were face-to-face, their hands quickly moving against each other’s flesh. Brynn found Hallie’s clit a split second before she was able to touch Brynn. This time, she slid two fingers inside of Hallie, using her palm to work her clit. It was less precise than before, but the feeling of Brynn inside her made Hallie’s thighs shake with need.
And when Brynn’s leg slid between hers for more traction, Hallie’s head thumped back against the wall, impossible to hold up.
“Yes,” she moaned as Brynn started to fuck her harder. And she did the same. At least, as much as her body could manage given how Brynn was driving her into oblivion over and over and over again.
“You’re mine,” Brynn said, her fingers unrelenting. She’d fill Hallie and then pull out quickly, only to thrust in again even deeper.
Hallie was delirious from it all. The heat and Brynn’s words and her touch and every single fucking thing happening right now.
Through it all, she kept focusing on Brynn’s clit. Rubbing harder circles whenever Brynn thrust into her again, their bodies closer together. It seemed to be having the right effect, as Brynn’s pumps grew messier.
She bit down on Hallie’s shoulder, and the dam broke, Hallie exploding from the inside as pleasure rocketed through her. She didn’t stop fucking Brynn either. Her own desire couldn’t allow it. She needed Brynn to come. She needed to make her delirious with the same pleasure that threatened to engulf Hallie.
“Baby,” she said, coaxing Brynn to meet her gaze. “Are you this wet for me? Because you love fucking me so much? Because there’s no one who makes me feel as good as you do?”
And like they were the magic words, Brynn’s whole body started to shake. She pressed herself hard against Hallie, grinding her hips into Hallie’s hand.
“Hallie, Hallie, Hallie…” Brynn chanted her name like it was a prayer, in tandem with the push of her hips. She was still biting against Hallie’s shoulder, marking her.
And Hallie loved it. She would have fucked Brynn until the water ran cold. Until neither of them could hold themselves up. Until the blooms of color on Hallie’s shoulders turned black and blue.
All that she wanted was Brynn, all the time.
Brynn’s movements finally slowed, and she shifted her head from the crook of Hallie’s shoulder, their foreheads meeting. “I will never get over how good you make me feel,” she said, mesmerized.
Hallie’s response came easily, as she started to rub gentling circles against Brynn’s back. “Good. Because I plan to keep it up for the rest of our lives.”
EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Remind me again why I thought this was a good idea?” Hallie was standing near the window at the check-in counter, peering through the glass to the back patio. Which, for the day, was decked out with a white tent strung with lights that were just starting to glimmer in the setting sun.
The fall weather couldn’t have been more perfect, and with the photos done, Brynn had misplaced her shawl somewhere nearby. It was crisp but not too cold, and the interior of the tent, where she’d come from to search for Hallie, was adorned with heaters that would keep everyone warm as night descended.
When the guests came inside after the ceremony for a cocktail hour in the lobby, the tent would again be transformed with tables and a dance floor. Brynn wasn’t exactly sure when the whole affair would be over, but she knew that her dad wasn’t going to be leaving until they shepherded him up to his room, probably while the rental company broke down the tables around him. He was also the reason that every chair had a pack of tissues already waiting for the guest when they sat down. Another one of Hallie’s great ideas.
Brynn was trying her best to focus on what her girlfriend was saying, especially because of the frantic lilt in her voice when she craned her neck toward the window and said, “I think the wind is picking up. Do you think the wind is picking up?”
“I promise the wind is not picking up,” Brynn coaxed. She’d been checking the weather on her phone every thirty minutes to make sure that she could allay Hallie’s fears with honesty. Even if those fears were completely unfounded. There was no stone that Hallie had left unturned. No list that hadn’t been checked and double-checked and then triple-checked, just for good measure. And on the off chance that the weather was less than ideal, Hallie already had contingency plans for that, too.
In spite of her best efforts, Brynn was having a hard time focusing. Because even though they’d been preparing for Sydney and Reese’s wedding for months now, what Brynn wasn’t prepared for was seeing Hallie in her burgundy dress, with her hair swept up and to the side, one of her shoulders exposed.
And still, coming up on a year of knowing Hallie, there was the feeling that all of the air had been stolen from her lungs. If anything, the feeling had only grown stronger with time.
Hallie gave her an imploring look. Right. Brynn grabbed her hand and pulled their bodies close. She wrapped her arms around Hallie, careful not to wrinkle her dress. It could suffer creases later, when they were alone and all of Hallie’s unfounded fears were put to rest. “You have been planning this for months. Everything is done. Setup went perfectly. The caterers are on schedule. All the guests have arrived. Sydney and Reese are both ready and have had no major wardrobe malfunctions.”
