"French will be great. Do you need my help?"
"No, beautiful, just sit there and look pretty for me. Better yet, don't—because I am getting excited again, and I think we may have to wait on the salads,” I groaned out as I felt my cock press against the counter through my boxers, fully erect.
"Will this help?" She stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes, giving me a stupid grin.
"Damn it, woman, you are too fucking cute."
I turned off the grill on the stove, scooped up my little treasure, and carried her back to our bed, tossing her on the mattress and watching as her breasts bounced under the tee shirt she put on. Sexy as fuck. I growled and jumped on top of her, ripping at her clothes like a beast and only waiting enough to slip my cock out of the boxers before I was buried balls deep into her pussy.
"Ahh!" she cried as I filled her. This time, I was not tender and loving. I was on a mission to stake her to the bed and stake my claim. My mouth was ravenous as I sucked on her neck, marking her as mine. I grunted and growled as she purred and clawed me. We were fighting for purchase as we tried to climb into each other, like we couldn’t get close enough.
“I love you,” I groaned out as I shuddered out my orgasm. I hadn’t meant to tell her while I was coming, but it couldn’t be helped; it was what I felt. My words directed her to find her release. I felt our come flood her and leak out onto the bed. I looked down at her and whispered again, “I want you to know that I mean it. I am in love with you, Alexandria.”
The smile she gave me fucked with my head and heart. The words she uttered next broke the last of my walls. “I love you, Max.”
My heart was fucking full. I had to kiss her and seal her fate. She was mine. I rolled off her, then took her into my arms. We both passed out on the bed in a matter of minutes.
It was an hour later before we woke up and returned to the kitchen to finish making our lunch.
“This was good, Max. What did you put on the chicken breast?”
“Some ginger and garlic salt with a bit of curry.” I shrugged.
“Well, I like it.”
We had a great time the rest of the night. Kara showed up, and the girls hit it off even though Kara was still upset over her ex who cheated on her. That night, Alexandria called her parents, and they were all excited to talk to her, like they hadn’t just spoke to her this morning. They were on the phone for an hour, and I was trying not to get jealous.
“Calm down, Max. It’s only her family she is talking to.”
“Damn. Is it that obvious? Shit. I’m not feeling like myself where she is concerned, and I’m loving it.”
“Yes, but she seems like a great girl.”
“She is, and soon you will have a new cousin.”
“You two are getting married? Didn’t you just meet while I was back staying with William?”
“Yes, but she is something special, and I am not letting anyone get in the way of us.”
It was then that my phone rang. It was Jake. I excused myself and went into my home office and locked the door.
“Hey. What have you got?”
“Oh, no hello or anything? I work hard, and this is all I get!” Stupid ass thought he was funny.
“Shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch.”
“Fine, but you are not going to like it. The detective has stage two lung cancer.”
Damn. I was hit hard with that shit. That explained his relaxed interrogation. Did he expect that he wasn’t going to be around for Alexandria? I had been quiet for a long time when Jake added some more shit.
“His insurance only covers the minimal treatment, but there is good news—it’s only stage two. If it was stage four, survival would be practically non-existent.”
I wasn’t bothered about the cost because I was fucking wealthy. I was just tripping about the reaction she was going to have to the news.
I called her father because I needed to know what I could do.
"Mr. Davis? Yeah, I know she is on the phone with your wife. It's you I want to talk with, and I don't want Alexandria to know. So when are you planning to tell your daughter about your diagnosis?"
"What the fuck? How did you find out?"
"It's not important how I know, but she needs to know."
"No, she doesn't. I don’t want her upset too. My wife is barely standing with the news. I don't want Alex hurt by the news."
"Well, what do you need to get better?"
"Son, mind your business."
"It is my business. Alexandria is going to be my wife, and I don't want her hurting at all."
I explained to him that his health was more important than the money. I didn't want anything to mar our relationship, and keeping this a secret from her I was sure would do that.