Infatuation

Beau

I wake the following morning to an empty bed, the lingering smell of coffee, and visions of having my woman tied naked to my bed.

“Fuck me.” I sigh into my pillow, not ready to let the image go. I didn’t think Mackenzie and I would ever get to that point, but now I know what she’s capable of, I can’t wait to play some more.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Mackenzie’s cursing floats down the hall, bringing me out of my daydream and back to the moment.

Giving up the comfort of my bed, I pull on some pants, tie up my hair, and make my way down the hall and into the kitchen.

“Morning, beautiful.” I step into the kitchen and watch her head whip around.

“W-what are you doing up? Go back to bed. I was making you breakfast in bed.” She starts to panic. Turning back to the stove, she bumps the pan, almost spilling a mess everywhere. Her hair sits up on her head in a messy bun. She’s wearing one of my club tees and she’s barefoot in my kitchen trying to make me breakfast when we both know the woman is shit at breakfast.

Jesus, I need to marry her as soon as fucking possible.

“You okay, darlin’?” I keep my distance, watching her become flustered.

“NO! You’re making me nervous. Go away.”

A deep laugh rumbles from my belly and she turns her head back my way and narrows her eyes.

“I told you, breakfast is my gig, darlin’.” I shrug, not at all bothered if she’s pissed. We’ve been over this so many times. The woman just can’t do eggs. It’s that simple.

“Yeah, well, maybe I want it to be my gig.” She huffs, trying to fix up something that resembles an omelet. A bad omelet.

“Not go

“No, you stay right there, mister. I’m doing this.” She points back to me but I don’t listen. “Please, Beau,” she begs when I step in behind her and press my front to her back.

“You really want the breakfast gig?” I lean and whisper into her ear. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal for her.

“You know I do. Why else do I set my phone alarm to try to beat you?” She whips her head around and I raise my brow at her confession. “I normally snooze it, but still.” I spin her the rest of the way around so she’s facing me.

“Fine, you can do breakfast.” Her face transforms into something else when her smile of victory takes over. “When you marry me.” Her eyes fly up at my stipulation. Shock, and confusion flicking over her face.

“Beau.” My name falls from her lips in a mixture of not understanding and frustration. “Quit messing.” She tries to pull out of my grasp, but I place my hands on either side of her face and hold her in my space.

“I’m only going to ask you one more time, darlin’. You think I was fucking around last week. I wasn’t. No one will work harder to make you happier than me. Let me be your family. Marry me.” I don’t even have a fucking ring, but I don’t care. I need to do this now. I’m not waiting.

Her eyes squeeze shut, forcing the tears down her face.

“This here, right now. This is all you’re going to get, because I’m not waiting another second, Kenzie. Let me give you everything you want. Everything you deserve.” I hold her gaze and watch a flurry of emotions take over. Hope, love, wanting, even need. Each one flashing so fast I nearly miss it, but they’re there.

“Mackenzie, say yes,” I whisper her name in a plea.

“Yes, Beau, I will marry you.”

“Yes?” I repeat, just to be sure.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She shakes her head, tears rolling down my hands. Not knowing what else to do, I crash my mouth to hers, needing more than anything a deeper co

“Breakfast,” Kenzie mumbles against my lips, but I ignore it. Breakfast is the last thing on my mind. I need to be with her. Inside of her.

I take us back to bed and gently lower her down.

“Shirt off,” I tell her, while dropping my pants then working on her panties. She helps me along, lifting her ass so I can pull them easily down. When we’re both naked, I climb over her and maneuver myself on top of her.

“I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, more.” She threads her fingers through my hair and yanks out my hair tie.

“Not possible.” I shake my head, releasing my hair.

“How about I show you.” She manages to roll me to my back then straddles me. Her bare pussy rests against my stomach, and her arousal seeps against my skin.

“You go

“Yeah,” She lifts herself up, grabs my hard cock, then slides herself down my cock, taking me whole.

We hiss in pleasure at the same time as she rolls her hips to adjust to me.

“You have until the first orgasm. Then I’m taking control,” I tell her as she builds her movements.

“Second,” she argues, pinching her nipples while picking up her pace.

Fucking little tease.

“Fine, but then I’m bringing the rope out.” Her walls clench in response to my plan.

“Deal,” she agrees in a weak cry as she rides out her first orgasm over my cock. Willing my balls to hold it together, I fold my arms behind my head and lie back to enjoy the show.

This woman, this incredible, sexy, fu

Forever.

I don’t know what to do with that knowledge.

Forever seems like a long time, but looking up at her now, wild, free, riding my cock, I know forever isn’t going to be long enough.

Nothing we have would ever be enough.

But I will take whatever we have, because anything less will hurt more. And we both have too much hurt already in our pasts.

From now on, it will only be goodness. It is a vow I know I will keep, because I won’t accept anything else, not when it comes her.

Not ever.

“I don’t think we should tell them,” Kenzie tells me when we pull up outside the hospital later that afternoon. After I let her ride me to her second orgasm, I took over. Giving her one more before I had her hands tied behind her back and fucked her from behind.

“Not yet anyway,” she adds before I can respond.

“Whatever you want, darlin’.” I kick the stand down and wait for her to climb off my bike before following her.

“You’re not angry, are you? That I want to hide it from everyone?” Her hands bunch up at the bottom of her shirt and I know she’s probably been worrying about this on the whole ride over.

“Do you want to hide it because of Brooks and Kelly, or because you’re having second thoughts?”

“Because of Brooks and Kelly. I’m not second-guessing my choices, Beau. I just don’t want to upset anyone. Not when everything is still so unknown.”

“Then I’m not angry. It’s why I love you.” I pull her body to mine and kiss her. Maybe it’s selfish I asked her to marry me when Brooks is dealing with his shit. When her friend, Heidi, is still missing. When we have so much shit to deal with at the shelter. But I don’t care. Because in a normal day, I wouldn’t factor how me asking Mackenzie to be my wife would affect anyone else’s life but ours. I’m not about to start now. Especially not when I’ve worked so hard making sure Kenzie doesn’t either.

“It will just be until things settle down.” She pulls back, still worrying about it.

“Darlin’, I’m not angry. But fair warning, when my ring goes on your finger it’s not coming off.”

“Noted.” She reaches up and kisses me again. This time skimming her tongue along my lips.

Yeah, I fucking need a ring today. No fucking way I am keeping this shit locked up.