by ChaShiree M.
Swearing To Love You
A Forever Safe Romance
ChaShiree M.
M.K. Moore
Breeding Nation Publishing
Swearing To Love You (A Forever Safe Romance)
By ChaShiree M. & MK Moore
© ChaShiree M. & MK Moore 2019 Breeding Nation Publishing
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About ChaShiree M.
Other Books by ChaShiree M.
Acknowledgments
About M.K. Moore
Other books by M.K. Moore
Prologue
Madalyn
Six Months ago
Ah. I breathe out as I get out of the car. The air up here in Bleak, Minnesota is definitely different than it is in Regret, South Dakota where I am from. My heart hurts a bit as I think about the small town I grew up in. The town itself is not so great, but the fact that I left my two cousins, Aubree and Meredith behind is what hurts. My dad died, a little over five years ago in an oil rig explosion. I never knew my mother, so I was left with a stepmother who was more than a bitch. She let me stay there only because my dad left me everything except his social security which wasn’t much, so as my guardian she was entitled to the rest until I turned 18.
She promptly told me to leave, the morning of my birthday! I could have moved in with my aunt and uncle, but I didn’t want to be a burden and I wanted to know what life was like outside of Regret. When I told my cousins my idea, they told me to look on Craigslist for a job. I did and found a receptionist/office assistant job in Bleak, Minnesota. I had a little experience as the office assistant when I was in high school for second period. Aubree got really excited when I told her I had applied. She immediately went on the internet and looked up all she could about this town.
We were both relieved to find out that it was as small as Regret. I would never survive in the big city. One of the owners seemed to be all too up for hiring a young girl straight out of high school and I was all too ready to go. So here I am, standing in front of the library in Bleak, Minnesota, hoping they had some idea of places for rent. Yeah. I was smart enough to get a job, but not to find a place to live.
“Well, hello. Welcome to The Bleak Library. How can I help you, young lady?”
“Hi. My name is Madalyn. I’m new in town and I was hoping you had some idea of an apartment or two for rent in the area.”
“Well, I haven’t seen anything lately. What brings a pretty little thing like you to our little town? We don’t get non-natives here very often.”
“I just got a job working for Monte-Q/Jorgensen Construction. I am going to be their new assistant.” Sounds so grown up when I say it like that.
“Well, aren’t you a cute thing. I suppose it makes sense with Erik’s wife Lanie giving birth to their cute little girl a while back. She used to be their assistant. Hmmm, we have the Bleak Inn down the street. You could probably find a room there for the next few days, while you search.” I suppose something is better than nothing.
“Thank you very much. I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name.”
“Hattie. Hattie Spencer.”
“I will see you around, Hattie.” Walking out of the library, I feel a bit defeated. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Who am I kidding? I can’t do this. Leave home and my family. “I must be crazy.” I find myself saying out loud.
“Well I don’t know about crazy, but you are certainly going to get wet out here if you don't find shelter soon.” Holy Barry White! My head spins so fast it almost comes off trying to find the source of that voice. I certainly don’t expect to be looking at a hot as fuck Sheriff.
“I’m sorry. Is it ok to sit here?” Duh. Dummy. He said it's going to rain.
“Yes, sweetness. It’s ok to sit here. But not when it rains.”
“Oh right. Ok.” I can’t seem to clear the foggy haze from my mind. The one filled with knowing what is under his uniform. This man is a walking, talking, sin. He should be illegal. I am having feelings I’ve never had, between my legs right now. I mean being a virgin, of course, I have had thoughts, but none that have undone me like a few seconds in his gaze. He holds his hands out for me.
“Come with me out of the incoming storm little miss.” Not a moment's hesitation. I put my hand in his and as soon as we touch, I can feel my life tangling with his. If the way he hisses is any indication, he feels it too.
“Fuck. How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Thank fuck! Let’s go little miss. I need to make sure you are somewhere safe and fuck if I’m not going to be the danger to your innocence.” He mumbles the last part. It sends shivers up and down my body, making my virgin pussy throb inside my pants. This must be what my cousin Aubree felt when she met Callum. No wonder she fell so hard. His hand grips mine almost as if he is scared to let me go or never see me again. And I feel it too.
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.
“Damn,” I mutter under my breath. She opens the buttons on my shirt. She gasps when she sees my chest. Using her tiny hands, she explores my pecs, intermittently dragging her nails over them. She knows just what she’s doing, and I don’t want to think about how she got that knowledge. She fumbles with my belt, but it’s then that I realize it’s my utility belt and my service weapon is holstered there. “Let me,” I say. Reaching behind me, I open the clasp and set it carefully on the desk behind us. Turning back to her, I see that she has pulled her tight skirt up to her waist and her matching black panties are visibly wet. I can’t help reaching out and rubbing the wet spot with the pad of my thumb. Her moan goes all through me.
“Leif don’t tease me,” she says as I pull my hand back and open my pants, pulling my cock out.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she breathes. I stroke my cock while she watches mesmerized. She pulls her panties to the side, showing me her pretty pink pussy. Moving close to her, she wraps her legs around my waist. I drag my cock through her wetness before slamming inside of her. Savagely, I tear through her virginity, but because she is so tight, so wet, and so ready for me, I can’t stop, and she isn’t stopping me. She moves with me, accepting my every thrust like a good girl. “Leif, Leif, I am gonna come,” she shouts. I pull out of her and flip her over on her belly. Ripping her panties from her body, I slide back into her. Brutally, I fuck her. She reaches between herself and the desk to play with her clit. The desk creaks and groans underneath us in protest.
“Bad girl, Maddy. You’re a bad girl, aren't you?”
“Uh-huh,” she moans. Seconds later, one of the legs on desk snaps loudly, and desk falls on one side. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
“There’s no fucking way, I am stopping,” I assure her.
I fuck her until I feel her little pussy flutter around my cock. I follow her seconds later, filling her pussy with my seed. Breeding her is all that I can think about now.
I pull out of her and help her up from the broken heap under us.
“What should we do about this?” I ask looking down.
“Leave it. I’ll get it in the morning,” she says, laughing.
Later, after I’ve convinced her to come home with me, we have dinner and spend the rest of the night making love. When she finally falls asleep, I realize what a lucky man I am.
Madalyn Stone is mine.
Chapter Two
Maddy
For a brief moment, I have the heartbreaking thought that what I think happened last night didn’t really happen. That he didn’t take me in the office. That we didn’t actually break the desk. And he didn’t make me feel things. Things that should be illegal. It is only for a moment that I have that thought.
Then I move my lower half and the tenderness between my legs, let’s me know it was very real. Not only that but having him pull me back into his chest as he sleeps, is the best reminder there is. I snuggle in for a few moments more, inhaling his manly, intoxicating scent. Memorizing every contour of his beautiful boyish, yet manly face. Is it too soon to say I never want to leave the circumference of his arms? I want to stay wrapped up in him, ensconced in the very fiber of his being. He makes me feel safe and something else I haven't been able to identify yet.
Oh. My. His cock is growing by the second poking me in the exact same spot that he destroyed last night and though my sore pussy would probably be paralyzed if he touched me right now, I can’t help whimpering a little bit remembering, how full I felt and how delicious it was to have him baring his weight on top of me.
“Mmm...good morning my diamond. How are you feeling this morning?” He kisses my forehead as his hands rub my back.
“I’m great. A little sore. Unsure how to feel about it all. But otherwise ok. What about you?”
“Like I just won the lottery. But I am more concerned about your feelings of being unsure. Tell me why.”
How do I tell him that I don’t know if I am what he needs and not sure if I am really what he wants? I don’t want to sound my age, but I also don’t want to be one of those needy girls, hanging on a man that doesn’t really want her. I want what my aunt and uncle have. They are head over heels for each other. Even after being married for over 20 years.
“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 an
d 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.