"Him and I" - G Easy & Halsey

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God Hadley was perfect—a work of art expressed in every curve, every line, every tattoo, no matter how big or small.

Her eyes bore into mine. A fire I couldn't explain burning in those brown irises. They grounded me when life spiralled and my own flame ran rampant, burning my world down to the brink of collapse. She brought me back. Time and time again, but I needed to learn to control myself.

I smirked, allowing my pants to fall. I didn't want to waste any more time. I'd waited long enough. Hadley had waited.

She sucked in a sharp inhale as I bent, removing her skirt, then her tights.

I started at her ankle, lifting her leg to kiss the golden flesh there. Hadley's back arched–her breath trembling as I crawled toward her calf. Then her knee. Till I reached the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh.

"Baker."

Hearing my name quirked a mischievous grin at my lips. I knew exactly where to touch her. What places drove her crazy. Teasing her every bit of the way till I reached the apex between her thighs. I removed the lacy piece of lingerie she'd worn just to drive me crazy and tossed it onto the floor before I threw her legs over my shoulders and yanked her down.

A breathy giggle escaped her. One that was quickly suppressed by a satisfying gasp as I traced a wet line with my tongue.

I remembered exactly how she tasted, how she smelt, how she felt against me when I'd worshipped her with open mouth kisses that had her fisting the comforter.

Hadley wound tighter—her thighs tensing on either side of my head. I didn't mind. If anything, it turned me on, and I smiled, knowing she was about to unravel.

I continued. Devouring, savouring, enjoying what was mine as Hadley whimpered and moaned above.

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I nearly shattered as Baker continued. As he licked and sucked. 

A whimpering moan escaped me as his tongue flicked against my clit. As one playful finger became two and he continued his apology with all the enthusiasm and zeal, I'd felt the first time he went down on me.

I knew what I meant to Baker. I was his anchor. His rock. But he was just as important to me. He was the wind in my sails. My fire.

My hips rocked. An act I neither regretted nor held in.

He was mine, and I was his. And I was sorry I hadn't come to terms with it sooner.

My orgasm lay on a precipice of unrequited lust, and I breathed, "Baker... Baker, I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, Hadley."

His words were my undoing. And I shattered. Releasing so hard, I swore I saw stars, but Baker wasn't finished.

After giving me a moment to bask in the euphoria his mouth had caused, Baker turned me over without apology, and I smiled as he smacked my ass—eagerly anticipating what was to come.

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On her knees, Hadley rose, her back arching and coming to my chest. "Wait, baby," I breathed in her ear, holding her around the waist as I reached into my nightstand and grabbed a condom.

Hadley had no patience. She never did, but she wasn't stupid. So she waited impatiently as I took my time.

She shot me a glare over her tattooed shoulder, past black rose petals with lust-filled rage.

I chuckled at that. At the cute tinge of red that burned across the bridge of her nose.

I ran the rubber down my shaft before cupping her waist. 

She guided herself down, and I groaned unapologetically in her ear as she lifted slowly and drove down.

Again.

Again.

I matched her beat, meeting every thrust.

She'd be the death of me. I was sure of it. But she was all I wanted. All I ever wanted, even if I didn't deserve her. "God, I missed you, Hadley."

She smiled back at me, and I cupped her breast with one hand–the other on her waist before she kissed me.

Small pants and satisfying sips of breath met my own as she pulled to look at me. "Faster Baker."

I obliged, drawing the sweetest moans from those decadent lips.

I could feel her getting close—tightening around me.

God, if she didn't hurry—

"Baker," she breathed.

"Baker," she moaned.

"Nick."

A smile stretched across my face.

My first name was for her and only her. And hearing her whimper, it nearly tore me in half.

Luckily for me, Hadley released with an unapologetic cry of passion that drew nothing but sweet satisfaction.

She was my drug. My muse. My—

She rode me out—her determination evident in the perfect ass she drove against me. I was so delirious with thrill and passion that I'd nearly forgotten my own name had Hadley not reminded me a second time.

"Hadley," I grunted as I thrust one final time, holding her close till there was nothing left but me and her.

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A smile of pure bliss stretched across my face as Baker held me–both of us reeling. 

His heart pounded against my back–his breath slowing as he composed himself.

He swept my dark hair away—and kissed my shoulder. Once. Twice. Before tucking his chin in my neck.

Words couldn't explain how much I loved Baker. How grateful I was to see him again.

After a few moments of silence. With nothing but the harsh winter winds raging against the windows that overlooked the woods, Baker's calloused hand lifted up and around, sliding against my cheek and guiding my chin round to meet his. "I love you, Hadley."

I beamed and leaned in, returning his sentiment with a sweet, slightly parted kiss. "I love you more," I murmured and meant it. To me, Baker was more than a man than a friend or a boyfriend.

Baker was home.

A/N: Finally