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I could stand here with the Strip out the window and my girl in my arms forever as I kiss her with all the pent-up emotion I’ve been holding back for the last couple weeks.

It’s fair to say this might be the best birthday of my life, and I’ve had some good ones.

But I’ve never had one where I fixed the biggest mistake I ever made, and there’s some personal satisfaction in that. And even better? Gabby is back in my life, and not just as the girl I have to avoid.

The way we’re going to have to go about this isn’t ideal, but it’s where we are, and we’ll fight to make it work. I tried laying down to do what I thought was the right thing.

But as I hold Gabby in my arms and kiss her like this, I know that this is the right thing.

Nothing in my life has ever been as right as this.

And I will fight to be with her. Whatever it takes.

Because I can’t live without her.

I tried. I failed.

And now, we celebrate.

My cock begs for release as it strains against my jeans, like it’s trying to spring free and get to her, and I can’t help but thrust my hips toward her. A soft groan escapes her at the feel, only causing my already throbbing cock to ache and beg for her even more.

I lower my lips from hers, trailing them down her neck. I want to take my time with her. I want to luxuriate in the feel of her soft skin, to smell her warm vanilla, to worship at the altar of her body.

But the captain in my pants is leading this ship, and I’m powerless to take it slow when she’s begging for me.

I have this hotel room all night. We can take our time later.

For now, animal instincts kick in.

I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, and she unhooks her bra as soon as I toss her shirt beside us. Her gorgeous tits are out, and my mouth waters for them. She reaches for my shirt before I get a chance to put my mouth on her, and her eyes are hooded with lust as they fall upon the abdomen that’s gotten a bit more cut in the last two weeks since working out has become my only solace.

Before I can stop her, she’s down on her knees and she’s palming my cock with one hand while she kisses my abs and trails her fingertips over each ridge there.

She unbuckles my belt and scrambles to pull my cock out, and her mouth is on me with an incredible birthday treat before I even get the chance to stop her.

I don’t want to stop her.

Fire blasts up my spine as the pleasure mounts, and I don’t want to lose it in her mouth or on her tits even though the thought of marking my territory literally almost makes me come.

I need to be inside her. I need that connection. I need to feel our bodies moving as one as we find our rhythm together, to feel the intimacy with her, to show her how much I love her through the words our bodies can speak so well.

And so I pull back. She looks up at me with a little confusion, and as I gaze down at her, an overwhelming wave of love pulses through my chest.

Her lips are swollen and red, her tits are perky with her nipples two tight, pink buds, and her hair surrounds her like a fucking angel.

“If I don’t stop you right now, I’m going to come,” I murmur.

“Isn’t that sort of the point?” she asks, sassy as always.

I laugh. “It’s the end game, yeah. But I’m not ready for the end just yet.” I reach out a hand, and her eyes soften as she takes it. I help her to a stand, and then I tuck my cock back into my boxer briefs before I lead her over toward the couch in front of the giant window overlooking the Strip in front of us. I set her down on the couch and remove her shoes, taking my time to try to give the big guy some breathing room.

Eventually she lies naked on the couch in my hotel room, and I couldn’t have imagined a better end to this evening.

I couldn’t have dreamed this up.

I didn’t even allow myself the hope that we’d find a way until I literally couldn’t take another second away from her. And the fact that she waited for me, that she held out even though I was the one fighting it…it tells me everything.

It tells me she doesn’t give a shit that I play baseball. She only cares about me . That’s all I ever wanted…someone who loves me for me, someone who will fight for me, someone who will wait for me.

Someone who is perfect for me.

I dive into her pussy, licking all the way through it before pausing to suck on her clit, and then I dip my tongue inside her. Her hips jerk up at the feel of my tongue, and I move back to her clit to suck some more as I push a finger into her, driving in and out as I tongue her clit.

She moans as her body jerks. Her fingers thread into my hair and she yanks as I hit a particularly good spot, and I chuckle as I pull back. I grab a condom out of my back pocket and rip the top off and roll it on. I move her so she’s lying across the couch, and I climb over her to hover for a beat.

My eyes are hot on hers as I line my cock up with her gorgeous pussy, moving my cock through her folds and using all my willpower not to push into her. I spread her legs a little wider as I take my place between them, and her head falls back as she closes her eyes.

“Eyes on me,” I say softly, and she obeys the quiet command. I slide into her warmth, that overwhelming feeling like I’ve come home again pulsing everywhere within me.

“Oh God,” she cries as I push all the way in. I slide back out slowly then move in again, both of us relishing the feel, her tight pussy a vice on my throbbing cock as I start to drive into her. I balance my arms on either side of her, surrounding her as requested, and I lower my lips to hers. She takes my jaw between her palms, her mouth opening and her tongue immediately moving against mine as our bodies rock together. Pleasure pulses everywhere around me as I finally know once and for all that this is the only woman I will ever want, will ever need , for the rest of my life.

I’m in the place where I’m meant to be.

I could fight it as much as I want, but when the right thing comes along, fate finds a way of making it happen. When she heard the desperation in my voice as I tried to fight it one last time, we both knew it was futile. We both knew this is where we’d land. It was destiny.

“I’m coming,” she shrieks, her words somehow evolving into a sexy moan that will play on repeat in my mind.

I drive in a little faster, a little harder, as I carry her through her orgasm, the feel of her body overwhelming me with sensations that cause my own body to tip over the precipice into the sort of brutally hard climax that causes me to shudder afterward.

She wraps her arms around me, holding me as I stay inside her long after we’ve both found our release, as our panting calms into a quiet afterglow and my trembling recedes.

“I love you,” she murmurs against my neck, and I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her to me. I’m sure I’m crushing her, but she isn’t complaining and I’m not ready to move from this spot where we’re physically one as much as we’re emotionally one.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, so overcome with emotion that I can’t force any volume into my voice.

I’ve never felt a love like this.

And I will do everything in my power to keep us where we belong.