Coming Home For Her

“Fuck,” I mumble, making myself sit up on the side of the bed. I pull my phone out and send off a few emails and texts. Not only do I want to find this guy for Carey but for Julia too. No one should be living the way she has. Only a worthless piece of shit puts his hands on a woman in anger. I would love to be the one to give him a taste of his own damn medicine.

I jerk my head up when Carey comes out of the bathroom. Her damp hair is down and flowing all around her. She’s in a pair of those tight black yoga pants and a shirt. Her cheeks are pink from her shower, making her look as innocent as ever. How innocent is she? I’ve done a lot of checking in over the years. She never had a boyfriend, but what if I missed something?

For part of her high school years I was in the middle of a desert. There wasn't much I could do from there but bide my time and let her grow up. It wouldn’t matter to me if she’d been with the whole football team in high school, she’s fucking mine now, and I’m not sharing. I’ll erase every kiss or touch she’s had before and replace it with my own.

“Come here,” I order her. My cock hardens more as she comes to me without question. Her feet are bare on the carpet, her toenails painted a soft pink. I grip her hips, pulling her between my legs. “Don’t run from me again. You got me?”

“You’re pushing it, Beau.” She rests her hands on my shoulders.

“You’ll get used to it.” She lifts one eyebrow at me. “I’ll be straight with you, dream girl. I have urges when it comes to you. I find I’m a jealous possessive bastard.” That tongue of hers darts out, wetting her bottom lip. I’m picking up that she does that when I say something she likes. Could I be so fucking lucky that she gets off on the shit she pulls out of me?

Maybe we’re meant to be in more ways than one.

10

Carey

My heart pounds as I stare down at Beau. His fingers dig into my hips more. Beau Meyers is sitting on my bed. Not only that, he’s staking a claim on me. In all the time I’ve known Beau, I’ve never heard about him being with someone. I thought maybe he kept it hidden away from his mom and sister, not wanting them meddling in his romantic life.

For so long I’ve dreaded the day that he would finally bring someone home with him. I knew there would be no way for me to avoid it with Angel being my best friend. Our families are too close at this point. Elizabeth had slipped in and filled the hole that was left when I lost my aunt.

My aunt had been the one that donated one of her eggs to bring me into existence. She knew how badly my dads wanted a baby, and she was the reason I came to be. Even though I hadn’t considered her to be my mom, she was the closest female to me. I knew I could always count on her to be there. I love my dads to death, but sometimes you really need another woman to talk to. My aunt’s passing was one of the hardest times of my life. Elizabeth stepped in to fill that void for me. Our families have bonded, and that won’t be changing.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” I barely get all the words out, and my back is pressed to the bed, Beau caging me in under him. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t moan. He doesn't have to try to be sexy. He just is. He exudes it, even in the small things he does. It doesn’t hurt that he’s built like a freaking warrior.

As hot as Beau is, he still has this dark aura around him that warns people to stay the hell away. Most heed that warning. It’s been there since he retired from the military. His time in took something from him and for so long I’d dreamed about filling whatever that void might be. He doesn’t scare me. He probably should, especially my heart.

“This is happening.”

“I don’t trust you to not break my heart. Or pretend that I don’t exist.”

“I can’t make you trust me. I’m pissed at myself that you don’t, but I’ll fix it.” I stare into his eyes, wanting what he’s saying to be real. “Just so we are clear, I’ve never not noticed you. Even though I told myself I couldn’t have you, you’ve always been it for me.” I swallow hard. My emotions threaten to overwhelm me. “You have to let me try to make this right.”