Dark Needs(3)

This was it. This was when I fully expected her to turn and slam the f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking LOVED my girl.

"Yay f*cking 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 f*ck, 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 f*cking 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 f*cking much. I lunged at her, pressing my lips to hers, our mouths opening and our tongues mingling together like they were the ones f*cking. 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 f*cked-up people like ourselves could understand.

I'd always belonged to Bee, ever since that very first night. But right then, in her tiny bedroom in her Nan's house, years after we first met, she was finally going to be all mine, and I was going to make sure every part of her body knew who it belonged to.

MINE.

Never again would we ever be apart.

For the rest of my life, every day I drew breath, I would make f*cking sure of it.

We unlatched from our kiss just long enough for to Bee to push my jeans down over my hips, getting on her knees to help pull them off my legs.

Owen’s blood on her cheek.

"What?" she asked when she noticed I was staring. My woman was on her knees in front of me, blood from a life I took smeared on her face. I had an image flash through my brain of Bee's pink lips wrapped around my cock, and I almost blew my load right then.

At least, Owen had been good for something.

I made quick work of removing the rest of our clothes. Finally, there was nothing between us. Skin to skin. Hard on soft. My cock throbbed against her belly, dripping with need onto her skin as we clawed at one another, needing to be closer still.

I closed my eyes, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her hair, holding her against me like at any moment I was going to realize that it was all just part of the dream I'd had every night since the day I left.