Page 19 of She's Mine

And is that going to be any better? Will Kat actually forgive me for all the lies? Can I ever forgive myself?

“Come here, baby. Come let me make you feel better about all this?”

I let him take me to his bedroom and kiss my worries away. And for the first time in my life…I go to sleep with someone curled around me, someone’s breath fanning out over the back of my neck and listening to someone’s heartbeat in my ear.

Chapter Fourteen

Bear

For the past week, Bea’s been walking around my house, dressed in my shirts, and wrapping me around her finger. And she’s not even trying. I’ve also eaten her on every available surface and twice on the patio under the stars. I never realized how grateful I could be for not having neighbors until I got to eat my honeybee outside.

I have things I want to do for her in the future - like doing an in-ground pool since I found out she really likes to swim - and can’t wait to take her to meet my mom and dad. Mom is going to love her. I could love her…easily. I probably already do. I just have to make her realize how good I will treat her when she’s mine.

If I’m good, she won’t ever leave my house again. I’ll just be able to go pick up her stuff from Kat’s place, easy peasy, and I won’t have to go another night without her in my bed, in my house, in my life. I just have to get us through this damned boat party.

“How do I look?” She comes into the living room and spins around for me to look at her dress.

It’s exactly what I would expect Bea to wear. A soft butter yellow dress with tiny flowers on it that reaches mid-thigh - which I am not crazy about but love at the same time - with little puffy short sleeves. She looks just perfect and all I want to do is take her back to the bedroom and make love to her.

“As always, you’re breathtaking.”

I stand and give her a soft kiss on lips that still haunt my dreams even though I have brushed against them thousands of times now. For just a second, I think about asking her not to go today, instead offering her an alternative to the party like meeting my mom and dad, or staying home and letting me take that pretty little dress off and giving her hours of sweet love.

“You ready?”

She offers me a smile and opens her mouth for just a moment until she shakes her head and turns. I can’t help but wonder if she was about to ask not to go too.

“Of course. We should…go.”

The ride over to the dock is quiet, neither one of us wanting to say the things we need to say. She remains quiet as we board the ship, a tiny yacht that has fuckboy written all over it. I stay focused on her, not liking how Paul’s eyes keep going to her. The bitchy girls are already hammered. By the end of the party, they’ll be under a table.

Halfway through the party, I spot someone who knows me on another boat close to ours. “Oh shit!”

“What? What is it? Your sister? Oh God, your mother?”

“The man on that boat knows me and my family. If he sees us, there is no way he isn’t going to say something to my mother, and she’ll call Kat trying to figure out who I’m with.”

“So that guy's really bad?”

“Unless you want Kat to know about us by the end of this party…yes. He’s really bad.”

“Oh shit.” She mimics my statement and starts looking around wildly for a place to hide. I grab her and pull her into a small closet area where it looks like sheets and pillows are kept.

“It shouldn’t take us long to pass him.”

“Right. Okay. Not long. Bear, I hate this.”

“I know you do sweetheart. I know you do. Not much longer, and you won’t have to worry about it ever again.”

A sad look comes across her face briefly but she replaces it quickly with a smile that hits me right in the dick. Her little hands come up to rest on my chest and she leans into me.

“Thank you, Bear. For everything. This past week has been…”

“Shh, someone’s coming.”

I don’t know if someone is or not but I don’t want to hear her tell me this week has been fun and I’ve taught her everything she needs to wrap any man around her finger without any problems at all. But instead of listening for the ‘person’ coming, she comes up on her tiptoes.

“I don’t make much noise…most of the time.”

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