I’m doing something I thought I’d never do again.

I’m fucking Addison, right here, right now against my wall in the middle of my living room in California.

And fuck, does she feel good.

My hips slap against hers, my cock pumping in and out of her sweet pussy.

God, I love this.

I thought I’d never get anything this good again.

I tighten her legs around my waist and takes long strides to the bedroom. She gasps and gives me a dirty look when I pull out of her. Her body makes a thump, and she bounces back on the bed when I toss her on it. I fall to my knees in front of her and rip the straps of her dress. I grunt, watching her perfect tits spill out in front of my face, and I lick my lips. She gasps when I cup one with my hand and capture the other with my tongue.

“How do you want it, baby?” I ask, pulling away from her sweet nipple. I shape my hand around her tit and start playing with it.

“I want you on top,” she says between long breaths. “I need to feel your weight on me. Give it to me how you like. No condom. I want to feel all of you.”

My girl knows how to set me off.

I release her nipple, pressing my palm against her chest, and push her to her back. She’s underneath me, just how she wanted it, and her breathing is scattered while she waits for me to give her my dick.

I grab my swollen cock, noticing the juices from her pussy still lingering on the tip, and stroke it a few times. Her back arches when I ease myself back inside her.

Shit. She’s so fucking tight. She hasn’t been with anyone else since me. I’m sure of it. I fill her up, driving in and out of her tight pussy, fucking her raw.

I’ll never fuck her with protection again. I’m throwing out every single condom I have. There will never be a barrier between us. She’s mine forever. She’s going to be my wife. The mother of my children. I can’t fucking wait to see what our future holds.

I explode inside her, and both of her bodies shake as we come apart.

I got my girl back.

Life is good.

* * *

Addison throws her arm over my chest and groans. “God, I’m starving.”

I run my hand along her thigh. “Did I wear you out, princess?” I slip my fingers between her legs and slowly start to stroke her, loving how she moves into my touch.

“That’s an understatement. You’ve given me like ninety orgasms, so yes, you’ve worn me out for the next week.”

We haven’t left bed since she got here hours ago. I texted Kelton a heads up that his baby momma was on the loose and then shut my phone off. I won’t have any interruptions while giving my girl a happy welcome to her new home.

I kiss the peak of her breast. “So, no more sex for a week?”

“Hell no. It was an expression. I’m positive you’re going to be back inside me in a few minutes.”

I stop my finger. “What’s your plan here, princess?” I’ll play with her sweet pussy after I get some answers.

She stays quiet, her breathing labored, and tries to buck against my fingers.

“Answer me … or my hand is gone,” I demand. I have to know this isn’t temporary. I need to know my girl isn’t only here for a visit.

“I was accepted into UCLA and took out student loans. My dad left me an inheritance. I got some of it when I turned eighteen, which is how I bought my car, but I don’t get the rest until I turn twenty-one. I sold my car, but when that money is gone, I’ll be roughing it.”

I can’t hold back my grin. Fuck, my girl is amazing. She gave it all up for me.

“Looks like we’ll be roughing it together. I’ll help you the best I can, but I don’t know what we’re going to do about your place here. You’re going to be in my bed every night.”

“Oh, I didn’t rent an apartment.”

I raise a brow. “You said you moved here?”

“I did.” She grins. “Into this apartment.”

I laugh. “A little optimistic, were we?”

“I knew once you saw this beautiful face, you’d invite me in. If that didn’t work, I’d tell you I wasn’t wearing any panties.”

“And how did you know where I lived?”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Who do you think?”

“Fucking Kelton,” I grumble.

“Hey, buddy, you better be thanking him. I think we’re going to be on babysitting duty for awhile.”

“So, what happened?”

“After you left.” She gives me a pissed off look, and I kiss her forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby. I was fucking stupid. What I did was shitty, and I will do anything you want to make up for what I did to you.”

She nods, storing the information for later, and goes on. “My mom thought it’d be a good idea to invite Cam over.”

My blood starts to boil. She better not tell me she touched that asshole. “You’ve got be shitting me.”

“Nope.”

“You didn’t take him back for awhile, did you?” Sadness seeps into my stomach. If she did, if she’s only here because they broke up again, it’ll kill me.

“Hell no. I packed my stuff and moved in with Sally.”

I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I knew I liked her.”

“She let me stay with her until I got my car sold and saved up enough money to move here.”

Fuck, she had an entire agenda planned as soon as I left her. I’m such an asshole. She was working her ass off to get us back together while I was acting like selfish, sulking bastard.

“You know I love you, right?” I ask, making sure she knows how much she means to me.

She smiles, her plump lips looking beautiful. “You have no idea how good it feels hearing you say that. I was afraid I’d come here and you’d slam the door in my face.” She frowns. “I was also scared you’d have another chick here.”

“I actually haven’t fucked a girl until today.”

She looks at me with confusion and grabs the sheet. I remember my finger is still inside her when it slips out as she starts getting out of bed.

“I’m so stupid,” she mutters.

“What the fuck?” I grab her arm to stop her.

“You had sex with someone earlier and thought it’d be okay to bring me to your bed after? Jesus, I didn’t think you were that bad, Zeth.”

I can’t help but laugh, and she frowns when I slide my finger inside my mouth to suck her juices off.

“What’s so funny?” she snaps.

I place a hand to each of her cheeks and make eye contact. “Baby, you’re the girl I was talking about.”

Her mouth falls open. “Oh.”

I press my lips to her forehead. “Come on, my little spit fire.”

She settles back at my side.

“The doctor and the tattoo artist, what a fucking pair.”

She laughs, dragging her fingers over my bare chest, getting me hard again. “The stepbrother and stepsister, what a fucking pair.”

“Really? You were the one who made a big deal about it before. Now, you think it’s funny?”

“I made a big deal about it because of our parents, but I’m over that. I’m over them and their rules. It’s all about us now.”

I kiss her and look down her naked body. She’s the last girl I thought I’d fall in love with, but now she’s the only girl I can see myself being with.

I love her. I love how she became a fighter. She fought for herself. She fought for me. She fought for us. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.