“The right thing? What does that mean?”
“Let you be with someone better for you than me. Walk away.”
She seemed to contemplate that for a moment. “Why are you here now then?”
I sighed. “Because I’m a selfish asshole.”
“I don’t understand.”
I waited until she was looking in my eyes and decided to say what I should have said weeks ago. “I lied to you. I kept things from you. I got you hurt. I’m the reason you have a scar on your back. You have zero reasons to want to trust me or give me another chance, but I have to try.” I took a deep breath. “I have to try because I love you, Rachel. I’m so fucking desperately in love with you.”
She looked like she might cry. Dread knotted in the pit of my stomach.
“I don’t blame you for anything that happened, Caine. That’s not why I couldn’t see you for a while. I couldn’t see you because I couldn’t look at you. I’m so ashamed of everything that happened.”
“Ashamed? What are you talking about? You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Rachel looked down. “I let things go on for a long time and didn’t tell anyone. I should have gone to the police. Or told a teacher. If I had been less afraid, maybe my sister wouldn’t have gotten things so badly. Maybe she wouldn’t have spent half her life in and out of rehab. I was the only one who could have done something about what was going on, and I didn’t.”
I placed my hand under Rachel’s chin and lifted, forcing her to look at me. My heart broke when I saw tears streaming down her face.
“You did nothing wrong. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing.”
“I should have—“
“You should have been a ten-year-old girl who went out and rode her bike without a care in the world. That’s what you should have been doing. The only person who did anything wrong to your sister was Benny. You were ten and scared and didn’t even fully understand everything that was happening. And even then, you did try to tell someone. You told me. I was older. I should’ve known better and gotten help.”
“You did help. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know how long it would have gone on.”
“I should have stopped it sooner.”
She shook her head. “The other day I was thinking about what made me go into that church to begin with, and I remembered a conversation I had with my mom. She told me to go there if something was ever bothering me inside. She said it was a place I could go to talk to God about anything. I was probably only about five when she told me that, so I took her advice very literally. I asked her what would happen if God was busy. And you know what she said?”
“What?”
“She told me if He was busy, one of His angels would listen.”
I stared at her, mesmerized by how strong and smart she’d been even back then. “Your mom sounds like a really special person, very spiritual.”
“She was. And she was also right, Caine. Don’t you see that? God was busy, so He sent me an angel. My own guardian angel. God sent me you.”
It didn’t matter that I looked like a pussy, I started to cry.
Rachel placed her hand over my heart. “It’s time we both let go of the past.”
“I’m so sorry for everything, Rachel.”
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”
Leaning in, I cupped her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her with everything in me. Her cheeks were flushed when it broke.
“I almost forgot,” she said.
“What?”
Rachel took a step back and lifted her T-shirt off of her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I couldn’t hide the expression on my face.
“Hold that thought, Professor. I want to show you something else.”
She turned around and looked at me over her shoulder. On the bottom left side of her lower back was a big bandage.
“What happened?”
“Take the tape off. But do it gently because I’m still a little sore.”
As I began to peel back the tape, I realized the area she had covered was her scar from Benny fifteen years ago.
“Did something happen to your scar?”
She smiled. “It’s not a scar. It’s just a cut that healed. The real scars are the ones you can’t see—those are the hardest to heal.”
Lifting the dressing, I had no words, seeing what she had done. I could no longer see the long scar that had marred her beautiful skin. It was covered by a tattoo of an angel.
“That’s you,” she said. “I’d buried so much so I wouldn’t have to deal with old emotions. Everything coming out now wasn’t easy, but I finally feel like I’m on the other side of those memories. They’ll always be there, but I can see them in the rearview mirror now instead of in front of me.”
I was so choked up, my voice croaked when I spoke. “It’s beautiful. Just like you.”
“I can keep the bandage off now. The guy at the tattoo parlor told me to leave it on for up to eight hours. I just got it done today.”
Rachel turned back around to face me. Her tits were so damn full and perky, I couldn’t help but be distracted by them.
“Caine?”
“Huh?” My eyes lifted back to meet hers.
She looked amused. “There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I can’t lie on my back.”
“That’s not a problem, Feisty. I can think of a lot of ways to be inside you without you being on your back.”
I leaned down and scooped her into my arms. Cradling her, I walked to the bedroom.
“Tell me, do you want to ride me, be on all fours, bend over the footboard, or spoon fuck? Or maybe you’d just rather sit on my face?”
I set Rachel down on the edge of the bed, removed her shorts and panties, and began to shed my own clothes. When I got down to my boxer briefs, I hooked my fingers in the sides and looked at her as I pulled them down. My cock was painfully hard.
“What’s your pleasure, sweetheart? Which one are you in the mood for?”
Rachel licked her lips. “I have to pick just one?”
I stepped out of my boxers and stroked myself a few times. “No, babe, you’re picking the first position. We’re going to do them all. Tomorrow you’re going to be so sore, it will hurt when you sit down in class. And I’m going to watch you sit and know exactly why you’re squirming in your seat. Then I’m going to have a hard-on for the entire class. Pick one so we can start making you sore.”
“Ride you. I want to ride you.”
Her face was so sexy with that impish smile. I climbed up on the bed, settling my back against the headboard, and lifted her onto my thighs. I wanted to watch her face while she took my cock into her body.
“Are you wet?” I slipped my fingers between her legs and found her completely soaked.
She nodded.
Gripping my cock, I held it near the base. “Take it. Nice and slow. I want to watch it disappear inside your pussy.”