Swearing to Love You

“My diamond talk to me. What are you unsure of?”

My aunt says; it’s better to know than not know. Well, here goes nothing.

“I mean…where do we go from here?”

“Is that all? That’s easy. I’m going to get two rings on your finger and my baby in your belly, if I haven’t already, as soon as fucking possible. And then we live happily ever after.” Well ok. The part of me that has been so obsessed with him is jumping up and down hearing that he wants all the same things I do. But the practical part of me is wondering something entirely different.

“So, if you wanted those things with me this whole time, then why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

He looks shocked for a moment that I asked him that question. I hold my head up because I want him to know I can be mature and grown up too. And let’s be honest, it’s a good question. I may be young, but I am not dumb. In the romance novels I read, the Alpha always goes after his woman lock, stock and barrel. Giving no fucks to what others say. That is how I pictured my love story going. Does that make me naïve? Maybe. Fanciful? Perhaps, but it doesn’t make me unrealistic either.

I know men say things to get into a woman’s pants. But he just doesn’t seem like the type. So, I have to believe he is being truthful. “I deserve to know, Leif. Why did you make us both suffer for so long?”

“You’re right, Maddy. You do deserve an answer. Let’s get out of bed, get cleaned up and go make breakfast and I will tell you. Ok?”

Right when he says the words breakfast, my stomach starts bubbling.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“OK. Why don’t you use the bathroom in here? I have a t-shirt and some sweats in the drawer. I will use the guest bathroom. Meet you down in the kitchen in 20.” He lifts me out of bed and before placing me on my feet, my legs wrap around him as he kisses me with the intensity of a thousand lightning bolts. Finally, he put me down, kisses my head and walks out the room.

Crap my lady parts are vibrating. Now I just want to eat so he can eat me.

Chapter Three

Leif

This is an intense conversation to be having at five-thirty in the morning, but as we both have to work today, it has to happen now. I want us both on the same page before I take her to her apartment to get clean clothes. How soon is too soon for her to move in here with me? In the kitchen, I get all the ingredients out for pancakes with bacon and heat up the griddle. When she comes in the room, she couldn’t be any more distracting than she is right now. She’s standing in the doorway, in just my t-shirt, arms folded across her chest.

“So why the wait?” she asks, not letting it go. I step over to her and hold my hands out to her, which she thankfully takes.

“Maddy, you have to understand, you were so young. Just starting out in life. I felt that you needed time. Time to get used to life on your own before I complicated things.”

“Shouldn’t I have gotten a say in that?”

“Yes, I realize that now.”

“What changed?”

“What?”

“What changed? You said you wanted to give me time to get used to life, but I don’t think that’s happened yet. So, I wanna know what changed?”

“I got my head out of my ass and realized what I was missing. Every day I saw you, every day I wanted you. I snapped.”

“Okay. I’ll allow it,” she says giggling. She jumps into my arms and our kissing is sealing our fates. Then her stomach growls and somehow, it’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever heard.

“Let’s get you fed,” I say leading her to the counter.

“Sounds good,” she says.

We begin to make the batter, talking about what our days are going to be like. Then she reaches over the counter to grab the butter I set out and her shirt rises, revealing her bare ass to me. Son of a bitch.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” I say moving up behind her. My hard cock digs into her ass.

“What? Oh,” she says looking over her shoulder at me.

“I can’t wait,” I growl palming her ass.

“Then don’t,” she says shrugging. It’s on. I pull my cock from my boxers and kick her feet apart. I slide my cock into her wet and waiting pussy. She moans and fucks back into me.

Eventually, we are so into fucking, I don’t realize that the bowl of batter is was on the edge of the counter until it falls to the floor with a loud clang, batter getting everywhere. “Don’t stop,” she says breathlessly.