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"Love this," he hums as he starts to rock in and out of me. I lift my leg, wrapping it around his waist to pull him deeper and to angle myself in a way that his pelvis grinds against my clit with each thrust. "Love fucking you. Love this hot, wet pussy. Love you. Love you so fucking much, Dorothea."

I try to tell him that I love him too, but I can't form words. Not as his cock rubs against that spot inside me while his body teases my nipples and my clit. I dig mynails into his shoulders as white-hot pleasure starts to build. Everything inside of me coils, pulling taut in my belly like a rubber band ready to snap. My skin is hot, my breath is short, and I can't think as he thrusts into me.

"Fuck, please, Dorothea," he whimpers, dropping his lips to my ear. "Need you to… fuck, sweetheart. It's too good. You're too good. I can't hold it, I can't, please." He gasps and begs in my ear. He's desperate, trying so hard to hold back but he loses the fight. I can feel him thicken inside of me right before he stills. His orgasm triggers mine, and a kaleidoscope of color explodes behind my eyes as my orgasm tears through me. I buck my hips wildly up into him as I work my way through it, all the while Stephen shakes and shutters through his own release.

When I return to earth, I capture his lips and kiss him madly, deeply. He kisses me back as he threads his arms around me. He kisses me as he lifts me off the bed and walks me to the bathroom. He kisses me as he cleans me with a soft towel. He kisses me as he runs a warm bath and lowers me into it, and he kisses me as he climbs in with me, stopping only when he's settled behind me and I can no longer strain my neck to meet his lips. I lay my head back on his chest as we settle into the warm water, feeling more content than I think I've ever been.

"You're mine, Stephen," I whisper as I reach my arms up and behind me, looping them around his neck. Hedrops his mouth to my shoulder and peppers kisses along my skin.

"All yours, Dorothea. You're my sweetheart, and I am all yours."

And in that moment, everything feels right in the world.

Just like it used to feel when we were younger.

EPILOGUE

Dottie

A few weeks later…

“I just can’t believe a fuckingdoggets to fly on the jet before I do. I mean seriously, what kind of hellish vendetta does Adler have against me? Did I spite him in another life? Is he jealous because his fiancé is so clearly more attracted to me than she is to him? I don’t get it, Dottie girl!”

I smile and nod as Kira goes on to minute twenty–or thirty, it’s hard to tell at this point–of her tirade as we tuck the fitted sheet over the corners of my brand-new Alaskan King mattress. It’s big enough for Stephen, Daisy May and me to cuddle up in at night, with room for another pet when we see fit. It’s also perfect for all the extracurricular activities Stephen and I get up to at night.

“Kira, you know I love you, but there is one thing James has that you don’t,” Georgie yells over hershoulder from the attached bathroom, where she and Rach are working together to arrange an array of humidity loving plants throughout the space.

“G, I can guarantee my dick is ten times bigger than Adler’s. I’ll prove it when he gets here. Rach, throw me the measuring tape,” Kira shouts, and Rachel plays along, tossing her the tape. Kira jumps to grab it, landing firmly in the middle of my bed. I climb on top of her, straddling her lap and pulling the tape from her hands. I stretch out the yellow ruler and measure Keeks from belly to forehead.

“Yep, I can confirm, G. Kira’s big-dick energy is longer and girthier than anything any of our dudes are packing.”

Kira smiles up at me and Rachel and Georgie join us on the bed. They jump all over Kira and me, and we cuddle together like a bunch of kittens on the thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets.

It’s not exactly how I pictured breaking in the bed, but Stephen and I will properly christen it later when we’re alone.

It’s been a few weeks since New Year’s Eve, but we’re finally starting to settle into our lives here in San Francisco. Stephen returned to Fox Hole shortly after our reunion at the party so he could relay his plans for Hudson Family Construction to his parents and wrap up the loose ends of his life there.

Meanwhile, I went back to Los Angeles and cleaned up my home in Malibu, so the realtors could stage it. The cliffside home sold in record time and for way morethan I paid for it, and I could not be happier to rid myself of my ties to the Southern coast. When Stephen came back to California, we rented a place downtown while we looked for somewhere more permanent to put down roots.

All the while, Stephen has been working with James and his new team of managers, engineers, and construction workers to get the Western Division of Hudson Family Construction on the ground. When I wasn’t house hunting or making out with my boyfriend, I was helping Georgie plan her wedding–which is officially happening in two weeks–as well as getting my own new business up and running.

Besides the Adler wedding, the kickoff event for Hudson Family Construction Western Division will be the opening event for my business, DL Event Design. Another thing I’m happy to be putting behind me? Modeling. I’m grateful for the work I’ve done and the following I’ve gained. It’s certainly helped with getting my new event planning business off the ground, but I’m so grateful to never have to be photographed in seven pounds of makeup under fluorescent lights ever again.

Three weeks ago, we found this beautiful, yellow Victorian home in Lower Pacific Heights with blooming bougainvillea growing up the entire front façade and a large enough backyard for Daisy May to run around in. We immediately put an offer down. The moving process has gone incredibly fast, and now I can’t wait to see our pup, who’s been staying with hergrandparents back in Tennessee until Mom and Dad get settled.

In fact, Stephen and Daisy May are due here any moment…

The tell-tale sound of nails on hardwood prelude Daisy’s arrival, and she comes bounding into the bedroom and onto to the bed, flopping right down in the middle of The Pussy Posse cuddle party.

“Daisy May!” I squeal as I scratch the girl behind her impossibly soft ears, and she rewards me with a lick right across my face.

“Never been here before, and yet she knew exactly where to find her Mama,” Stephen says from the doorway, where he’s leaning against the frame with his arms crossed against his large, flannel covered chest. His hair is tossed up in its signature bun, one braid still tucked behind his ear from where I wove his tendrils together last night before he left. His beautiful brown hair now has light streaks of gold threaded through it, the kind of color a person can only get from spending their days under the rays of the California sun.

He’s always been beautiful to me, ever since we were young, but now? He glows. I instantly start to ache, in my chest and between my legs at the sight of him. His thick thighs are barely contained by the denim of his jeans, and I wish my friends would get the hell out of here so I could get to work at peeling them down and off him.

Like a mind reader, James appears in the doorway behind Stephen and pats him on the shoulder.

“Alright, Pussy Posse. It’s time for 75 percent of you to head out the door with me now. Rachel’s man is taking us for burritos in The Mission. He’s already waiting at Dolores Park.” He says as he enters the room and effortlessly lifts Georgie off the bed and cradles her in his arms, bridal style.

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