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  London blinked up at me. “Are you kidding me right now? This entire situation is a clusterfuck, but that’s what you’re concerned about?”

  “London!” Bernice cried. “You cannot do this!”

  She smirked, and my dick got hard. This girl was it for me. Looking at her mother, she said, “The law says I can.” Then she turned to face Mark. “Bring any trouble to Sterling Hale’s door, and you’ll wish you’d never been born.” With that we walked into the house to pack her shit and get the hell out of there.

  Chapter 19

  London~

  I wish I could say the drama was over the second I had made my dramatic exit from my mother’s house, but that’d be a lie.

  Because they’d had to tend to Cash, it had given me plenty of time to gather the shit that meant anything to me. Clothes, makeup, shoes, etc. that was shit I could easily replace. I had been more concerned with my laptop, pictures of me and Grace, pictures of me and other friends, keepsakes from my dad and brother, that kind of stuff. I’d had grabbed my school uniforms, too.

  With Sterling’s help, I had managed to get all of it stuffed into two suitcases and a carryall, and we’d had snuck out the back while Mark and Bernice were patching Cash up. My car was in my dad’s name, along with the insurance, so it hadn’t been a problem to take it.

  And now, I was sitting on Sterling’s bed, watching him make room for my stuff. When we had gotten here, he had ordered me to get all the shit I had in Grace’s room and bring it to his room. When I had explained that my dad would probably have an apartment secured for me by tomorrow, he had shot me that infamous Sterling Hale look that shut most people up. And I could attest that it worked because I had shut the hell up.

  After packing up my shit from Grace’s room and moving it to Sterling’s, I had called my father and told him everything that had happened. I had even told him about Sterling almost killing Cash. He was disturbingly pleased with that bit of information. But I suppose Sterling beating the snot out of Cash while he and Jason were in Texas was the next best thing in his eyes.

  “And what happens when your parents find out I’m shacking up with you?” I asked once Sterling was done rearranging his closet and hanging up my school uniforms.

  “They’re a nonfactor, and you know it,” he replied.

  “Sterling, you know this isn’t necessary,” I said. “It’s not like I got kicked out of my house broke and destitute. My dad-”

  He planted his hands on his hips and leveled me with those green eyes of his. “Is your dad fucking you?”

  Ewww.

  What?

  “That’s so gross, Sterling,” I choked out.

  “My point,” he stressed, “is that I’m the one fucking you. I’m the one burying my dick inside your pussy, and that makes you my responsibility.”

  “God, do you hear yourself? You sound like a chauvinistic asshole, Hale.”

  “And I don’t give a rat’s ass, Addison,” he fired back. “What in the fuck did you think this was?”

  I stood up because if we were going to fight, I was going to do it standing on my feet. “What, was?”

  “This thing between us?”

  “I thought we were dating,” I told him. “That is, until you started taking liberties that should only belong to a husband.”

  He had my arm in his grip before I knew it. “Do I have to marry you? Is that what it will take for you to quit fighting me at every turn?”

  I could feel my eyes threatening to pop out of my head. “Are you seriously saying you’d marry me just so that you can control me?”

  “Jesus Christ, woman,” he swore. “You’re going to end up making me strangle the fuck out of you. That is not what I said.”

  “You just said-”

  “I’d marry you because I love you, you neurotic mess!” he barked. “I’ve known you my whole life, so we don’t need a getting-to-know-you dating period. So, yeah, I’d marry you. But not so that I could order you around, London. I’d marry you, so you would. Just. Quit.”

  “Your overbearing ways are not my fault, Sterling,” I pointed out.

  “They’re not,” he agreed. “But they wouldn’t dictate everything if you would just calm the fuck down and view us as a couple and not as two people who shouldn’t be together.” He let out a deep breath. “I know you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop because we don’t make sense together. I know this thing between us makes you wary because it’s us. But I love you, London. Whether it was supposed to happen or not, it did.”

  I dropped my head back and took a deep breath. When I looked back at him, I asked, “Doesn’t this…development make you nervous? Don’t you question how we’ve known each other our entire lives, but now, suddenly, we’re…we’re this?”

  Sterling shook his head. “No.”

  “No?”

  “London, I was sitting outside Tucker’s house, looked over, and saw you with Wainwright,” he recapped. “Whatever happened in that moment, whatever it was that changed for me, I knew it was real and I wasn’t going to question it. I don’t care why I didn’t feel like this about you ten years ago, five years ago, or even two weeks ago. I felt it that night and I’ve felt it every day since then. That’s all I care about. I care about how I feel about you right now.”

  “What if it doesn’t work out?” I asked, voicing a genuine concern because I really, really cared about Sterling.

  “What if it does?”

  I shook my head. “Sterling, I can’t handle the…suffocation. You’re…you’re a lot to handle.”

  He walked towards me and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m suffocating because I’m not used to these kinds of intense feelings, baby,” he admitted. “And you treating me so casually fucks with me.”

  “Sterling, I don’t treat you casually,” I denied. “I’m just being me.”

  “And you don’t need anyone,” he replied.

  “Neither do you,” I pointed out.

  “That’s not true,” he claimed. “I’ve always needed Grace.”

  “Yeah, well…that’s different,” I argued. “She’s your twin sister. Of course, you guys need each other.”

  “True,” he agreed. “But that night at Tucker’s, I realized I needed you, too.”

  “Sterling…”

  “It’s true,” he insisted. “When you snuck out of my bed that first night, I figured you were embarrassed, and at that point in time, your friendship with my sister was more important than a drunken night together.” His hands ran down my neck and to my arms. “I’m not sure what would have happened between us had I not seen you with Wainwright, but I can tell you that night with you was forever etched in my mind.”

  “Can I be honest?”

  “Always.”

  “I just really don’t know what to do with you, Sterling Hale,” I confessed. “I really don’t.”

  “Just keep working on this until you’re in love with me as much as I’m in love with you,” he replied. “That’s all I want from you, London. I just want your everything.”

  I huffed. “Just everything, huh?”

  “Yeah,” he whispered as his lips found mine in a soft, sweet kiss. “Everything.”

  “What do I get in return?” I teased, already knowing I was going to give in. For someone whose father left her behind with a mother who put herself first, Sterling’s possessive ways, while stifling at times, were pushing me on the fast track to falling in love with him sooner, rather than later.

  “Me,” he replied. “You get me, Addison.”

  “I’ve never seen you behave this way, Hale,” I told him. “You’re not this…crazy person.”

  “I’ve never been in love before,” he said dryly. “How in the hell was I supposed to know that it would drive me crazy?” I let out a quick laugh. “But crazy or not, London, I want to do this with you.”

  The thing about Sterling was his honesty. He really didn’t lie, so I knew he was telling me his absolute truth. I also knew this wasn’t going
to be our last fight. We both had a lot of growing to do, and I still wanted to try, no matter how vicious my temper. Or his.

  “I want this, too,” I told him. “But I don’t think living together is-”

  “I’m stopping you right there, baby,” he said, cutting me off. “We live here together, or I get us a place in town together. But we are going to live together.”

  “Sterling, we’re only seniors in high school,” I argued. “We can’t…we’re not grown enough to make that kind of move.”

  He smirked. “I’m fucking you raw with no consequence to whether you get pregnant or not,” he replied. “But you think living together is a big deal?”

  “I’m on the pill,” I reminded him sharply. “That’s hardly the same thing.”

  “Yeah, about that…”

  Chapter 20

  Sterling~

  London jerked away from me, and she took off running towards the door. “You’re not making me a teenage mother, Hale!” she yelled as she took off. I laughed and gave chase.

  I had her before she made it out the door, and I hauled her back. “I’m not trying to get you pregnant, you nutjob,” I said, chuckling. “Calm down.”

  She whirled around on me. “Then what did you want to talk about?”

  “I just wanted to let you know that, if it does happen, you’re marrying me, Addison. Even if we still are in high school,” I told her.

  “You a true romantic, Hale,” she deadpanned. “Really.”

  I pulled her closer. “Let me eat that pussy, baby, and I’ll show you romantic.” She squirmed, and I knew I had her.

  My lips found hers as I started removing her school uniform. Since all that shit that went down, neither of us have had a chance to get out of our BPA clothing. When I pulled her shirt up over her head, I grabbed her by the hips and flung her on the bed. She bounced but let out a quick laugh. It was a happy sound, and I wanted to hear her laugh like that for many more years to come.

  My eyes were glued to hers as I removed my clothes, and she went to work removing the rest of hers. There was no shyness, or wariness, or embarrassment, or anything like that. We were past that. We were past a lot of things.

  I got on the bed and crawled over her body until I was covering her completely. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded as I stared down into her perfect face. “Tell me I get to keep you, London.”

  “You feel so perfect where you are, Sterling,” she said instead. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.”

  “Say you’re mine,” I repeated. Thoughts of eating her pussy forgotten, I slid into her tight body. “Tell me I get to keep you. Tell me I get to lay down with you like this every night, baby.” Her eyes closed, and she moaned as I slid out and pushed back in deeper. “Tell me I get to worship your naked body whenever I want.”

  “Sterling…” she moaned. “Please…”

  “Please, what, baby?” I asked even as I upped my tempo. I knew what she needed. What only I could give her. What only I will ever give her.

  She spread her legs wider. “Harder,” she begged. “Deeper…”

  I crashed into her with a bit more force. “You need my cock, baby? You need that dick?”

  Her eyes were still closed, but she nodded. “Yes,” she hissed.

  I buried my face in her neck and forced her to take my hard thrusts. “Like that?”

  “Yes…”

  “I want in this pussy every night, London,” I grunted in her ear. “Every fucking night, baby.”

  “Don’t stop, Sterling,” she demanded. “Don’t stop.”

  “Never,” I vowed. “Even after you cum all over me, baby. I’m still going to fuck you so good.” Then I did something I’d only done one other time in my life. I took the skin on her neck in between my teeth and I marked the fuck out of her. Her body clenched around me, and that’s when I bit down harder and sucked until I tasted copper.

  I was going to brand this girl.

  There’d no longer be any doubt to what was between us.

  “Sterling…oh, God…”

  “Cum on my cock, baby,” I grunted. “Cum all over my fat cock.” London exploded all around me and I kept at her until I wrung another one out of her.

  “Oh, God…” she mewled, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

  I flipped her over and pulled her hips back until she was face down and ass up. I knew this was a difficult position for her because London was petite and my cock was not, but the girl gave as good as she got. No matter how painful, or how sore she was, she never cried mercy. Not even the night I took her virginity.

  I slid my cock back into her soaked pussy, and her body was still grabbing me in little tremors of aftershock. I kept my thrust shallow and allowed her to enjoy her body’s release. After a short while, I finally started sliding in deeper and harder, and soon, she was screaming my name and begging me for more.

  So, I gave it to her.

  When she creamed all over me for a third time, I pulled my drenched cock from her pulsing cunt and rubbed the head against the ridges of her rosebud. London tensed, and I loved that she had.

  This was something else that was going to belong to only me.

  “Relax, baby,” I said soothingly.

  “Sterling…I’ve nev-”

  “Relax, London,” I repeated. “I got you, baby.” When she didn’t stop me, I slide two fingers into her pussy, got them as wet as I could, and then worked them into her ass. When she let out a hiss, I slid my cock back into her pussy to distract her from her own mind.

  I used my dick and fingers to double penetrate her, and soon, she was moaning like a slut. She started pushing her ass back against me, and I cursed having only two hands because I would have loved to play with her clit, drawing out every pleasurable sensation possible for her.

  “Are you ready for my cock, baby?” I wanted in her ass badly, but if I ever hoped of making this a regular thing, it had to be perfect, and she had to call the shots on this. I knew it was going to hurt her, but she’d feel pleasure, too.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Just…please…”

  I pulled out of her warm, wet cunt and pushed the head of my cock against her tight back hole. “Push out, and then pull me back in, baby. Work with me,” I coaxed.

  “Okay,” she breathed out. “Okay…”

  It took a few seconds, but soon, the head of my cock breached her resistance, and I was able to slide my cock halfway into her ass. “Are you okay?”

  “It hurts,” she replied, but it was said on a moan, so I wasn’t sure what she wanted.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  God, please don’t make me stop.

  “No, just…move…”

  I pulled out and pushed back in a little more deeper this time. “Like that?”

  “Yes…oh, God…”

  Soon, I was sliding my entire cock in her ass and London was pushing back, her hands fisting the sheets. “All of you belongs to me now, baby,” I panted between thrusts. It was hard not to slam into her with how tightly she was wrapped around my cock, but I knew I couldn’t let loose until she was moaning in complete pleasure and no pain.

  “Sterling…more,” she pleaded, not sure what she was asking for.

  “It’s going to hurt, b-”

  “I don’t care,” she snapped. “Please, Sterling. I need…more. I need…oh, God…”

  I grabbed onto her hips and started really fucking her in her tight ass. My dick was stretching her open, and the sight was making it difficult not to nut all over the fucking place. I had the girl I loved begging me for it harder in her ass, and it was every teenage boy’s fucking fantasy. Hell, the fantasy belonged to grown men everywhere, I was sure of it.

  “You like that hard dick, baby?” She didn’t answer, but I saw her fists tighten in the sheets, and I knew she was close. I reached underneath and my fingers started dancing over her clit, and I could feel her grip on me tighten.

  “Oh, God…Sterling…”

  “
Cum for me, London,” I demanded. “Give it to me, baby. Give me one more, so I can cum inside your tight ass.” And because London Addison loved her some filthy slut talking, that’s all it took to have her cumming with my dick in her ass and my fingers on her clit.

  “Sterling!”

  My fingers dug into her hips and not even five thrusts later, I was pumping her ass full of cum. I was fucking this girl like we were grown adults, married for a million years. I was fucking her like she belonged to me. I was fucking her like nothing we’ll do will ever be wrong.

  I was fucking her like the girl who own me completely.

  As dirty as it was to be unloading inside that forbidden taboo, I couldn’t stop what I was feeling. “I love you, London,” I told her. “I fucking love you, baby.” Even as I emptied myself inside her, and there was nothing left to give her, I couldn’t stop. “I love you.”

  Several minutes later, I was dropping on the bed, cradling her to me. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered.

  “Yes, to getting married, after all,” she sighed, and I started laughing.

  Epilogue

  London~

  “We did it,” I said, looking up at the boy I’ve come to love more than I ever thought I would.

  “We did,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me, and looking down at me.

  I’ve been living with Sterling and Grace since the blow up with Bernice, where all the dirt had ended up coming out in a most scandalous fashion.

  Mark ended up leaving her, and I haven’t heard a peep about him or Cash since the day Sterling beat Cash nearly to death and confronted Mark. Last I heard, Cash had gotten caught with an underage girl, and Mark was trying to clean up his mess. However, pictures and videos made mighty powerful witnesses in court.

  My dad had stopped the child support deposits immediately, and he ended up opening an account for me that would have allowed me to live on my own, but Sterling wouldn’t hear of it.

  As for Bernice, the last I heard, she had latched herself onto another millionaire, and has been doing who knows what since. She swore she would never forgive me for outing her, and, frankly, I didn’t have it in me to feel overly broken up about it.