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 gonna happen.” I step all the way into the room and move to her.

“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 connection to her. She opens instantly. Her tongue finds mine with the same need. Keeping the kiss going, I release her face, bend at the knees and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lean forward and turn the stove off, and then stumble my way back to bed.

“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 gonna ride me, baby?” I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs and over her waist.

“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, funny, and strong woman is mine.

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.