Page 18 of She's Mine

And that’s exactly what I tell Bea when I finally come back to pick her up. This time she’s dressed in a cute little dress that ties at the shoulders and doesn’t come to her knees. It suits her perfectly. As does the soft blue color. She looks like a summer evening and makes me long to lay her down on green grass and spend the entire night making love to her under the stars.

What the fuck has this girl done to me? And how did she do it so fast?

Chapter Thirteen

Bea

“No! I…I can’t, Bear.”

He’s insane. How the hell would me staying with him even work?

“And what happens when she comes in to find my head buried deep in that pussy, baby? Or worse?”

Worse? What could be worse than what already almost happened? And is he right? Is the only way to keep this hidden to go with him?

I gnaw on my lower lip and pace the floor in front of the couch. It’s the only place we have to sit except for the little bar stools pushed under the island in the kitchen. And Bear takes up almost all of it.

“Baby, she already knows something is up with you.”

Oh God, no! “What did she say?”

“She’s blaming Paul, but she will definitely be looking harder the next couple of days.”

I feel the blood drain from my face once again and have to sit down beside him. But he’s not cooperating and instead pulls me onto his lap. He uses his big hands to cup my face, making me have to look at him.

“Honeybee, you suck at lying.” He drops a kiss on my lips and for just a moment I have to fight the overwhelming urge to cuddle into him and tell him to take me wherever he wants to take me.

God damn it! This man isn’t mine. He doesn’t belong to me. And I hate to think Paul is right. That the only reason I feel everything I do is because Bear was the first man to make me cum.

“And what exactly am I going to tell her? Where am I going that she isn’t going to know is a lie?”

“Let’s just tell her you’re staying at a friend’s house until after the boat party.”

“That’s fine but what’s the reason I’m staying somewhere else until then?” If I could tap my foot I would. And why does he want me to stay with him so badly? “And what happens if she comes over and finds me there? How am I going to explain that?”

“Tell her you’re pet sitting for a friend of Paul’s. Paul was supposed to do it but asked you and doesn’t want anyone to know he’s not the one doing it.”

Did he really just come up with that right out of thin air? And why does it sound like it would work? And why the hell am I thinking about actually going along with it?

“Come on, you wouldn’t even have to tell her face to face. You could just call her and tell her. Tell her it’s not like you had a lot of time to plan since Paul sprang it on you.”

He can already tell he’s won and I can tell by the smile that starts to stretch across his talented lips.

“I hate being easy.”

“Baby, there isn’t a thing about you that’s easy. Now let me help you pack.”

“I can pack for myself.”

I end up letting him help me pack.

And letting him take me home. And letting him have me as a snack on his kitchen table before I call Kat to tell her the story he came up with. He seemed surprised at the amount of his shirts I’ve stolen from his sister. I’m kind of surprised about it too. I didn’t realize his clothes make up so much of my sleepwear. He thought it was funny and promised to let me have more during the entire time I’m staying with him.

I hang up with Kat all sweaty palmed and pale-faced. I hate lying but I also understand he’s probably right about me not staying at the apartment as much. I do suck at lying and have to wonder if Kat actually bought my story.

“I hate this.”

“The lying?” I nod even though I’m not sure if it was a question or not. “It’s just for a little while longer baby and then it will all be out in the open.”

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