years.”
“You’ve been alone a really long time, North. Much too long.” She looks at me with sad eyes, but not pitying ones. No, she’s looking at me with empathetic eyes, as if she’s trying to understand where I’m coming from. I know she does. I know she understands.
“I don’t want to be alone any longer. Look, Rosie, I’m a loner, I live here and I work here with Charlie by my side.” I nod to the fireplace where Charlie’s sleeping. “We like our life just fine. But the idea that I could share this life with you––hell, that’s heaven on earth right there.”
Rosie swallows, and I see tears prick the corners of her eyes.
“Dammit, woman, I told you I did not want to make you cry.”
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Like what?” I say confused. “Like you’re an angel, showing up at my doorstep the way you did? Because Rosie that is exactly what you are.”
“North,” she says making her way across the kitchen. She wraps her arms around my neck, her bare pussy pressed against my cock, our chests pressed against the other, the heat of our bodies the only thing between us.
“If there are things about you that you think I need to know, tell me now, Rosie. Because I told you everything about me. I left for a long time, I came back when I had enough money to make a life for myself. There isn’t much to me. I believe in hard work and honesty. I believe in paying it forward and not cutting corners. I believe in love that lasts forever and I have no interest in anything besides that. I believe that our life is what we make it to be. And honey, I want my life to be yours. I’m no fool; I know you don’t get this lucky twice in life. This is our chance. This is our time.”
“Is it crazy for me to tell you I love you?” she asks. “Because, I do. I love you, North. I love you and I know people might think that’s crazy––”
I cut her off. “That’s another thing you need to know about me, Rosie, I don’t really give a damn what other people think. I think a lot of mother fuckers are crazy. Those people living in their big ass houses, with their big ass cars, and their big ass jobs? I don’t want to do that. What I want is what I have. You in my arms, in my house, the roof over my head built with the nails I pounded into two x four’s. I want Charlie to sleep by my fireplace, and I want a warm bed with you in it.
“That is all I want and that is all I need and fuck those fucker’s who think that’s crazy. Because I think it makes the most sense in the god damn world.”
Then I kissed her. I kissed her hard and I kiss her long and I kiss her good. When her lips are nice and swollen I pull apart and I look into her beautiful brown eyes and I tell her this. “I love you, Rosie. And I’m going to marry you.”
“North, is that a proposal?”
“It sure as hell is. You ready for that? You ready to make this real? To make this forever?”
“I am. I want all of that. I want all the things you’re willing to give me. “
“Oh honey, I’m giving you all I have to give. I promised you my cock tonight, and you will certainly get that. And tomorrow, and the next day, you’ll get more. You’ll get everything.”
“I love you, North. Now take me to bed, and fill me up nice and good.
“So was that a yes? Are you accepting my proposal? Because honey, I need you to marry me.”
“Yes. Yes, North I will marry you.” She wraps her arms around me tighter, and I grab her ass cheeks and pull her to me, her legs wrapping around my waist and I carry her back to bed.
I lay her down on my king-size bed, feeling like the king of the fucking world and I climb on top of her, whispering into her ear, “I love you, baby, I love you so much.”
I kiss her cheek, and then her mouth opens, her lips part, her hot breath so sweet.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cock,” I tell her, then pause. “But Rosie, I don’t have a condom.”
“I brought condoms, they’re in my