It was because of her.
I didn't want to run, didn't want to live without her anymore.
So I decided not to.
I've doled out my fair share of torture, but none could've been more painful or cruel than the time I'd spent without Bee. I'd packed the saddle bags of my bike, days before I'd even heard of my father’s death, and took off that very night.
I headed back to Coral Pines.
I was going back to get my girl.
I decided to stop being a pussy and just open the fucking door, when it swung wide open and I avoided a head injury by mere inches.
"Sorry, I heard your bike." Bee said, staring up at me with those wide eyes that I could get lost in all day every day. Her robe hung open, perky little rounded tits peeked out the top of her favorite Guns-N-Roses tank top, the tight shorts she always slept in left little to my imagination.
I'd spent a lot of time imagining when it came to Abby.
I stood my ground on the porch, feeling like this time I came in that I needed permission of some sort to cross into her house. "You're bleeding" Bee said, frantically patting me down, inspecting me for wounds.
"Bee, baby, look at me" I said, trying to get her attention. She kept going, kept looking for the source of the blood. Grabbing her arms, I held them down tightly to her sides, forcing her to look up at me. "Baby, it's not my blood" I assured her. Bee finally paused when she processed what I was trying to tell her. Much to my surprise she sighed with relief, slowly running the back of her hand down the side of my face, cradling my jaw in her palm.
This was it. This was when I fully expected her to turn and slam the fucking door in my face. If she didn't want me anymore I could at least live the rest of my pitiful life knowing she wouldn't have to be afraid of Owen.
At least I'd given that much to her.
Bee could reject me.
She could call me a monster and tell me she never wanted to see me again.
As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, after four years apart I'd moved way beyond a 'no'.
To be perfectly fucking honest...
I wasn't sure I could take no for an answer.
Bee didn't give me a chance to imagine what that kind of scenario it would look like because she placed her hand flat on my chest. "It's done?" she whispered.
I took a deep breath, "It's done, baby," I assured her.
And then she did it.
Something that put to rest all my inner dialogue about what she would do or how she would feel.
She smiled.
That smile reached from one ear to the other and was the most gut–twisting, fantastic thing I'd ever witnessed. "Tell me everything" Bee said, excitement flashed in her eyes.
She looked possessed.
She was hungry.
I was instantly hard.
I lifted Bee up into my arms and crushed my lips to hers. I'd waited way too fucking long for that kiss. Soft but demanding. Angry and passionate. A bit of heaven and a bit of hell. I put everything I ever wanted to tell her into that kiss. Every I love you, every I'm sorry, and every thank you for loving me back was said without words. I kicked the front door closed and carried Bee to her room. Pausing in the hallway, I gestured to the closed door across from Bee's.
"Georgia?" I mouthed.
"Fell asleep with her headphones on listening to Disney songs," Bee whispered, biting her lip.
I fucking LOVED my girl.
"Yay fucking Disney," I muttered.
What happened after that could only be described as frantic.
In her room, we tore at each other’s clothes like our lives depended on being naked. It had been so long since I'd seen all of her. When I unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor, I stepped back to admire my girl.
I know I'm a sick fuck, but her scars turned me on more now than they did during our first time together. They were a little less visible under her sleeve of tattoos, but they were there, and I couldn't help but step forward and trace my tongue around the deep red lines around her collar bone.
"My girl is so strong, so smart, and so fucking sexy" I spoke into her skin like I was talking directly to her scars, kissing and licking each and every one of them as I made my way to her shoulder and down her arm.
I was about to come in my pants like a twelve year old boy.
I needed Bee, and I was going to show her how very fucking much. I lunged at her, pressing my lips to hers, our mouths opening and our tongues mingling together like they were the ones fucking. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress and falling on top of her, our lips melded together, our bodies speaking to each other in a language that only two fucked-up people like ourselves could understand.
I didn't want to run, didn't want to live without her anymore.
So I decided not to.
I've doled out my fair share of torture, but none could've been more painful or cruel than the time I'd spent without Bee. I'd packed the saddle bags of my bike, days before I'd even heard of my father’s death, and took off that very night.
I headed back to Coral Pines.
I was going back to get my girl.
I decided to stop being a pussy and just open the fucking door, when it swung wide open and I avoided a head injury by mere inches.
"Sorry, I heard your bike." Bee said, staring up at me with those wide eyes that I could get lost in all day every day. Her robe hung open, perky little rounded tits peeked out the top of her favorite Guns-N-Roses tank top, the tight shorts she always slept in left little to my imagination.
I'd spent a lot of time imagining when it came to Abby.
I stood my ground on the porch, feeling like this time I came in that I needed permission of some sort to cross into her house. "You're bleeding" Bee said, frantically patting me down, inspecting me for wounds.
"Bee, baby, look at me" I said, trying to get her attention. She kept going, kept looking for the source of the blood. Grabbing her arms, I held them down tightly to her sides, forcing her to look up at me. "Baby, it's not my blood" I assured her. Bee finally paused when she processed what I was trying to tell her. Much to my surprise she sighed with relief, slowly running the back of her hand down the side of my face, cradling my jaw in her palm.
This was it. This was when I fully expected her to turn and slam the fucking door in my face. If she didn't want me anymore I could at least live the rest of my pitiful life knowing she wouldn't have to be afraid of Owen.
At least I'd given that much to her.
Bee could reject me.
She could call me a monster and tell me she never wanted to see me again.
As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, after four years apart I'd moved way beyond a 'no'.
To be perfectly fucking honest...
I wasn't sure I could take no for an answer.
Bee didn't give me a chance to imagine what that kind of scenario it would look like because she placed her hand flat on my chest. "It's done?" she whispered.
I took a deep breath, "It's done, baby," I assured her.
And then she did it.
Something that put to rest all my inner dialogue about what she would do or how she would feel.
She smiled.
That smile reached from one ear to the other and was the most gut–twisting, fantastic thing I'd ever witnessed. "Tell me everything" Bee said, excitement flashed in her eyes.
She looked possessed.
She was hungry.
I was instantly hard.
I lifted Bee up into my arms and crushed my lips to hers. I'd waited way too fucking long for that kiss. Soft but demanding. Angry and passionate. A bit of heaven and a bit of hell. I put everything I ever wanted to tell her into that kiss. Every I love you, every I'm sorry, and every thank you for loving me back was said without words. I kicked the front door closed and carried Bee to her room. Pausing in the hallway, I gestured to the closed door across from Bee's.
"Georgia?" I mouthed.
"Fell asleep with her headphones on listening to Disney songs," Bee whispered, biting her lip.
I fucking LOVED my girl.
"Yay fucking Disney," I muttered.
What happened after that could only be described as frantic.
In her room, we tore at each other’s clothes like our lives depended on being naked. It had been so long since I'd seen all of her. When I unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor, I stepped back to admire my girl.
I know I'm a sick fuck, but her scars turned me on more now than they did during our first time together. They were a little less visible under her sleeve of tattoos, but they were there, and I couldn't help but step forward and trace my tongue around the deep red lines around her collar bone.
"My girl is so strong, so smart, and so fucking sexy" I spoke into her skin like I was talking directly to her scars, kissing and licking each and every one of them as I made my way to her shoulder and down her arm.
I was about to come in my pants like a twelve year old boy.
I needed Bee, and I was going to show her how very fucking much. I lunged at her, pressing my lips to hers, our mouths opening and our tongues mingling together like they were the ones fucking. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress and falling on top of her, our lips melded together, our bodies speaking to each other in a language that only two fucked-up people like ourselves could understand.
