I grabbed my shaft to guide it home when Bee said something that made me pause. "Will it hurt this time?" she asked, panting. Her little nipples stood at attention with the quick rise and fall of her chest.

"What?" I asked. Too much blood was in my cock, and I was unable to focus on conversation.

"Last time, it didn't really hurt, but it pinched. I was just wondering if it would hurt again."

"Bee?" I asked, momentarily stunned, my hand still on my cock.

"Yeah?"

"When was the last time you did this?" The question made me want to vomit. I knew what Owen did to her, and he paid the ultimate fucking price. But I hadn't really thought about what she'd done while I was gone. Imagining anyone else touching her was enough to make my dick turn into an innie, but I couldn't blame her. It was my fault. I'd left her on her own. Of course she would've dated, leaned on someone else for comfort.

I was going to fucking puke.

"Four years ago, at the apartment at your shop."

I didn't know exactly what to say, but when I opened my mouth the only thing that came out was "Why, baby?"

"I'd already found you. I wasn't looking for anyone else. You touching me may not burn me anymore." She looked as if what she was saying pained her. "But just the thought of anyone else touching me is still enough to set my skin on fire." Bee's eyes started to water and my heart constricted in my chest.

This girl.

This girl was going to kill me with fucking emotions.

"Only me?" My male pride swelled right along with my cock.

"Only you. It's only ever been you," Bee said, cupping my face in her hands.

I lost it. Opening my mouth to hers, our tongues danced and mingled. Her lips were soft and perfect. I kept imagining how they would look while tonguing my cock, but there would be time for that. Right then, I needed to make her mine again. With little to no control left, I managed to reign it in to reassure Bee that it would be okay. Pulling back from our kiss, I whispered, "I'll go slow. I'll be gentle."

I assured her while completely unsure if I could actually follow through with that promise.

Gentle wasn't my thing.

My dick ached, and all I could think about was sinking into her tight heat.

"No," Bee said.

"No?" I asked.

"No, don't be gentle. Just be mine."

I didn't wait for any more of a confirmation after that, not wanting to give her time to change her mind. I lined my cock up with her entrance, rubbing the head through her wet folds a few times before looking into the glazed over eyes of the woman I loved and sinking my cock deep inside her with one long overdue thrust.

Warm.

Wet.

Soft.

Tight.

Home.

I almost came right then and there. From the sounds Bee was making, I knew she was right there with me. I sat up on the bed and grabbed the back of Bee's neck, dragging her up with me. As I thrust up into her pussy, I looked into her heavily lidded eyes, licked her throat, and grabbed fistfuls of her ass. Stroking her clit with my thumb, I brought her to orgasm for the second time, grabbing her chin to stop her head from falling backward. I needed to look into the eyes of the woman I loved when she came for me, her wetness dripping down to my balls as her pussy clenched around my shaft.

Fucking beautiful.

This woman, with scars inside and out, had chosen me to be with. Fucked up, undeserving me.

The sick thing was that she knew exactly who I was.

She still wanted me.

She LOVED me.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

I couldn't wait to come any longer. I forcefully pressed Bee back down into the mattress, pummeling her pussy with my cock. Her pink lips parted, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I was totally mesmerized by the look on her face when my orgasm hit me with wrecking ball type force that could take down a damn building. My balls tightened to the point of pain, my cock spurting streams of hot cum into the pussy it was made to come into.

Holy. Fuck.

I fell back onto the pillows and maneuvered Bee so that she was lying on top of my chest. When I could focus again, I slowly ran my hand through her beautiful red hair. It was the first thing I'd noticed about her. I traced the intricate tattoo on her shoulder with my fingers, slowly making my way around the scars that decorated her back and right arm.

Those scars kept her from connecting with people for so long, but when it came to me, she'd knocked down every barrier she'd ever built so she could let me in.

Into her life.

Into her heart.

Into her body.