Page 25 of She's Mine

“So…that’s it then?”

“That’s it.”

I close the door and wait for him to walk away. Taking what is left of my heart with him. Instead of making everything alright with his little visit it just makes my heart break all over again. Seeing him standing there, looking perfect, undoes me. I sink to the floor in tears curling into a ball and praying for a swift end to all this misery.

It takes me another week to muster up the strength to go to the apartment so I can pack up all my stuff. I wait for Kat to leave before I try my key in the lock hoping she hasn’t changed the locks yet. When I get in, I take in all the changes that Kat has made to the apartment. She got new pillows for the couch. And there’s a fresh bouquet of flowers sitting on the island in the kitchen.

I’m not here to wonder who’s been giving Kat flowers. I’m here to pack up my old life so I don’t have to worry about seeing Bear again. I don’t think I could handle another drop-in. The way I’ve been feeling lately, I might not have to wait long before the rest of me catches up to my heart since I feel like death warmed over.

I go into the bedroom where Bear first ate me and have to take a big shuddering breath to keep going. Best to just get it over with. A shadow falls across the door and I wheel around to find out who has come in. My glance clashes with Kat, and I wait for her to break my heart like her brother. I love them both so very much.

“Bear said you looked tired when he saw you last week. And mentioned that you look like you’ve lost weight.”

“Uh, thanks I guess.” Always nice to be told you look like shit.

“I’m sorry, Bea. I was wrong and I was a bitch, and I shouldn’t have said the things I said to you the last time we saw each other.”

“It’s…it’s alright, Kat. You weren’t that far off about me.” I walk out of the room with a half-empty box, hoping she won’t follow me. But outside is even worse.

“No Bea…I was…”

Sitting on the couch is none other than Bear and anything else Kat says is lost on me. My stomach starts to lurch so much that I have to make a mad dash to the bathroom before Bear and Kat see a side of me that is going to scar them a lot more than what I’ve already done to them.

I force myself to get off the floor and go back out to the living room. “Sorry guys.”

I try to smooth my shirt down and pretend I didn’t just lose everything on my stomach but not meet their eyes either.

“I’ll…um, let you two get back to whatever it is the two of you need to do.”

“The movers are taking your shit to my house…”

This has my eyes flying to his. “What?! Why?!”

Kat isn’t anywhere to be seen and it is just me and Bear. Exactly what I didn’t want to happen. Ever.

“Because that’s where it needs to go. That’s where it goes when you are mine.”

“But…” I try to understand what he is trying to say. If he wanted me with him, wouldn’t he have come and got me before now? He’s just doing this out of some stupid sense of …duty. “I…you don’t have to take care of me, Bear. I’m…I’ll figure it out.”

“I told you, if you let me have that little cherry, you were mine and you willingly gave it to me. It’s mine! And so are you!”

“It’s no good, Bear. We can’t make something work when this is the way it started. Everything is a lie and I’ve hurt the people…I care the most about.”

“Bea, we start right now. We say when we start, how we start, and how we choose to go forward. I…I love you, Bea. And if you love someone, you shouldn’t waste time.” My eyes widen at his words. Does he know about…? How? He comes over to me and takes my hand. “Let me show you how much I love you. Let me show you how much I need you to love me back.”

My defenses crumble like sand in an eddy. Tears stream down my face as his mouth gently brushes against mine. “Bear.”

His arms wrap around me and hold me tight as the kiss becomes more intense. I find myself leaning against him trying to absorb his strength and warmth. It takes me a minute to realize he’s lifted me off the ground and carried me to my old bedroom. The touch of the mattress at my back has me finally breaking the kiss and opening my eyes. But when I do, it’s to find that I’ve been captured in the aquamarine depths of Bear’s eyes.

“Why don’t you roll over, honeybee?”

The nickname breaks my heart enough that I do what he says without really asking him why. When I roll on my stomach, he yanks my leggings all the way down my legs leaving me in just a pair of thong panties. His touch brushes against the globes of my ass causing my breath to hitch and my clit to throb with yearning.

I should tell him no. I should find a way to stop this. But what if this is the only chance I ever get of having Bear one more time? Wouldn’t anyone take the opportunity to be with the person they love just one more time? I’m just not strong enough to pull away from this. Not strong enough to pull away from him.

When he pulls me to my knees and slips his fingers under the lace of my panties, all I can do is moan for him and wait for him to do what he will to me. I don’t have long to wait until he is moving the scrap of material over and his breath hits the sensitive skin trapped underneath. I jump and cry out his name when I feel the brush of his warm, wet tongue against the seam of my pussy. And then it travels upward causing me to try to lurch away from him.

“Bear!”

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