Swearing to Love You

That day, he took me to the Bleak Inn, touched my face and left me there. He picked me up every morning and took me to work, brought me lunch and brought me home until I found a place to stay in one of the apartments above Jorgensen Floral. He was always the perfect gentleman, though I knew he wanted more. Just figured I was too young.

Didn’t stop my young, horny heart and body from wishing he would lose his honor. Even for one night.

Chapter One

Leif

Holy shit. Has it really been six months since I met her? Six months ago, I met the other half of my soul sitting on a bench in front of the library. I kept my distance because she was so young, but no fucking more. Even before I met her, I was so focused on my career that I didn’t have time for women. Besides my prom date, which ended in disaster, I haven’t bothered. Needless to say, I will only fuck my wife, and that’s going to be Madalyn.

After high school, I went to the University of Minnesota. I graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice and entered the police academy in St. Paul. Eight months ago, I applied for the sheriff of Bleak, Minnesota. It’s one of the last unelected sheriff positions in Minnesota. The city council does the hiring for a four-year commitment.

Heading over to the Monte-Q/Jorgensen construction offices. I catch up to Lanie on the sidewalk outside the door.

“How are you feeling?” I ask her.

“Much better,” she says smiling. I nod and hold the door open for her and follow her in, running into her back as she’s stopped moving. Looking up, my brain has a hard time computing what the fuck I am seeing. Erik has his arms around my girl while she sobs into his chest.

“I was right all along. You bastard,” Lanie says in a voice so small, I instantly feel bad for her.

“You son-of-a-bitch,” I roar. I sidestep so Lanie can get around me she moves to walk out the door.

“Leif shut the fuck up. You are one moment away from catching my fist in your face, asshole. Jail be damned! It’s not what it fucking looks like. But right now, I don’t have time for your shit. Lanie, not another fucking step,” Erik demands and Lanie stands straight, closes her eyes and lets out a long breath. She looks calmer. What the fuck am I witnessing right now?

“Maddy, what the fuck did he do to you?” I ask.

“What?” Maddy responds incredulously.

“Why are you crying, Diamond?”

“Not because of him. He’s been nothing but nice to me.”

“Then who? Tell me and I’ll bury him,” I say frantically. The thought of someone hurting is too much to bear.

“It’ll be kind of hard to bury yourself, asshole.”

“Me?” What the fuck? The thought that I’ve caused her pain wrenches my chest in two.

“We’re leaving. Lock up when you’re done,” Erik says to Maddy who just nods while staring at me. The door slams behind them and we are left alone.

“Tell me what I’ve done, now Diamond,” I demand moving closer to her.

“You’ve ruined me,” she says angrily. At least she’s no longer crying. The anger I can deal with. I can fix anger.

“The feeling is mutual, baby.” She looks like a goddess, standing in front of her desk, her chair is pushed back from the desk, from where Erik was consoling her. Fuck, that still burns me.

“Why do you do this to me?” she asks while backing away from me, but there isn’t anywhere she can go that I won’t follow her.

“What do I do to you?” I ask. If it’s even 1/10 of what she does to me, she must be agony and that can’t go on any longer.

“I think you know,” she says.

“Tell me,” I say standing right in front of her, all but pinning her to her desk.

“You fluster me. You fucking confuse me and it’s like you don’t even notice or worse even care.”

“I care, Madalyn, more than I can ever explain,” I say grabbing her hands. She smiles.

“Try,” she says. It’s my turn to smirk. Instead, I decide to show her. Leaning down, I kiss her. Softly at first, then I slide my tongue into her wet mouth. Hers dances with mine. When she moans, I lift her and set her ass on the desk. I move to her neck. Her hands dig into my hair pulling me closer to her. “Leif, please. I need more. Give me more,” she begs, and I have to obey. Stepping back from her, I briskly open the buttons on her blouse, exposing her black lacy bra. Pulling the cups down, I get an eye full of her dark-ish nipples. They look like two ripe berries ready for me to pluck.