Free Bittersweet Trust by J. L. Beck Page A

what they are capable of doing. It is basically putting yourself in the line of danger all over again because of a belief you have in them. It is forgiving them for what they did, but never forgetting it. It is moving on and learning not to dwell on the hate. Mimi is strong for being able to do all these things. She is brilliant and so damn strong.
    Most of all, she is mine, and I will never make the mistake of not showing her that again.
    My eyes scan over her body until I make my way up to her face, her magnificent fucking face. She is so much more than I ever expected to have in my life. I have been dealt a shitty hand, but she makes it easier. She makes me want to be a better person.
    I wrap my finger around a piece of her hair. It’s so soft and delicate. She is like a flower, an incredibly feisty, angry flower that can give you hives if you pull its petals too hard.
    “I’m impressed you could keep yourself out from between my legs,” a very sleepy voice says. Her eyes are still closed as she’s relishing my simple touches.
    “It wasn’t without major resistance, I’ll tell you that,” I murmur softly. Looking at her lying next to me, I know I found love. I know that I will never find anyone else who will be able to handle my asshole tendencies.
    “Resistance? I wasn’t aware you had any of that,” she says coyly, a smile tugging at her lips. One of her green eyes pops open, as if she’s attempting to adjust to the morning light that’s filtering in through the bedroom window.
    “I don’t, well, not usually…” I say pausing, “but I knew you needed some sleep, and my needs could wait.” As I mouth my words against her skin, a layer of goose bumps rushes across her arms and shoulder, and I lay a kiss against her collar bone.
    “Needs. Now they’re considered needs? Since when did you have needs?” she enquires curiously.
    “Oh, well… They turned into needs about,” I ponder the thought for a moment, “a year ago, when some stuck up bitch thought it would be a smart idea to fuck with me.” I give her a wink and an eruption of laughter ensues.
    “By stuck up bitch, you mean me, right?” she grumbles. I nod my head yes, all the blood in my body drifting south as thoughts of taking her against the wall, counter, floor, anywhere I can, assault my mind.
    I reach out, clutching her body softly, as I lay kisses across her shoulders and chest. Her breath hitches, and her heart beat accelerates.
    “What mischievousness are you up to, Corey?” she ponders, her eyebrow raising. If she thinks that words will do what’s on my mind justice, she has another thing coming. I plan on showing her by using my hands, fingers, lips, tongue… You get the idea, right?
    “Nothing that I haven’t always been up to,” I innocently answer, lifting her shirt as I lick a small path over her belly. The belly that holds our baby. My heart fills with love and adoration as I stare at her. I can feel it fluttering as if it’s going to burst from my chest at any second and fly away.
    Her hand comes up to cup my cheek, her eyes seeking mine. I can see the love in them, the strength and faith that she has for me.
    “I love you. That has never changed, not through all the bullshit, the hate, the words, or the pranks. It’s always been you.”
    We look at one another as if nothing has changed, as if we didn’t both break one another’s hearts.
    “I know,” I hum against her skin as I pull her sleep shorts down. Once they’re out of the way, I grip her tiny red thong and pull it off as well, whipping it to the floor as I tear off my own clothes.
    I look up at her for reassurance. Whatever I do to her now, there will be no going back.
    “You’re mine,” I state, breathing against her pussy. A gasp leaves her lips as she parts them to take a breath. I smile knowing the power I have over her. She says nothing, so my fingers part her folds, and I give her a swift lick straight down the middle. Her hips press upward as