Confession of a King

My arms were thrown around Matt’s neck as he held me up. A smile played on his lips as he looked into my soul with his hazel eyes. My eyes were half-closed, my head thrown slightly back and my lips parted. His face moved, his teeth connecting with my neck and biting down lightly. I let out a groan and tugged at the bit of grown out hair he had forming on the nape of his neck.

“I love you so fucking much, baby,” he mumbled against my skin before nipping at it again.

Between breathless squeals I spoke, “I love you more, sugar.”

He walked backwards until the back of his legs brushed against our bed. He fell onto his back, me on top of him, and kissed my lips softly. He moaned when I moved against him, forcing his member deeper inside of me than it was in the previous position. I pulled myself up and rode him for a bit, my hands resting on his chest to help guide me up and down. He was now the one with eyes shut, head thrown back onto the bed, a slew of curse words escaping lips as his teeth nearly chattered when I dug my nails into his chest.

It wasn’t often that I was able to be in control with anything in our relationship, especially our sex life. Dating someone with such a dominant, powerful personality meant that I nearly had to submit to whatever he wanted. Days like today, where he is so in love with me that he can’t stand himself, I’m able to do what I want. I’m able to be in control of him, his body, his heart, his emotions, his everything. This is when he is the most vulnerable, and I’m the only one who’s seen him this way.

“You close, Matty?” I asked him softly as his hands squeezed at my hips, desperately pulling me down onto him after I reached my orgasm. He nodded, his eyes closed with his brow furrowed, his jaw slack. “Do you want to be on top?”

I stopped moving and he opened his eyes, sat up and flipped me onto my back. He crawled between my legs and lined himself up with me, entering slowly and continuing at the pace we had built up previously. My arms went back around his neck, my nails now scratching at his back. His palms were next to my head, holding himself over me as his chest brushed against mine. A few more moments and his lips connected to mine as his body shook, spilling everything inside of me. He collapsed onto me, his head on my shoulder as he caught his breath, my hands lightly tracing the tattoos on his back.

“Matt?” I asked and he moaned against me, signaling me to keep talking. “Pull out.”

“No,” he whined and burrowed his face in my neck, causing me to roll my eyes. I reached low and gave his ass a smack, “No means no, Ivy.”

I huffed and retreated, placing my hands back on his back and wrapping my arms around him. I knew what he wanted to do, so I gave in. I didn’t like when he wanted to fall asleep after sex still inside of me, something about it freaked me out, but I wasn’t going to argue with him about it since he had been in such a good, lovey mood today. I rubbed his back lightly until I heard his breathing change, signaling that he fell asleep. I rested my temple on his head and closed my eyes, drifting off not soon after him.

I stirred in my sleep, waking up and no longer feeling the heavy body resting on mine. I looked down and noticed I was still in that same position, naked in the middle of the bed, but Matt was no where to be found in the room. His phone was on the bedside table, so he was still home and must not be dealing with Avenged shit. The bathroom door was wide open, empty inside. The door to the hall was half open, no light coming from the hallway. I was confused and slightly irritated. I climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of underwear and a hoodie, then made my way through the house.

I got to the main level and the smell of food immediately hit my nostrils. I nearly ran into the kitchen to see Matt with a grin on his face as he placed two steaks down on plates that already had a baked potato and green beans. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when he brought them over to the table, where a bowl of salad and a bottle of wine sat. He motioned for me to sit down, and poured the wine into a glass for me.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” he said softly with a laugh.

I stared at him, my eyes slightly squinted as he sat down in front of me, “Why are you being so nice, Sanders? Are you hiding something?”

He scoffed, “I thought you like when I have my Ivy-only days.”

“I do, but this is over the top unusual. Spit it out, big boy,” I pointed my fork at him before using it to help me cut my steak.

“Nothing to spit out, babe. I just love you and felt like cooking you dinner. I know I get caught up with work a lot and you end up doing the majority of the cooking, cleaning, keeping me happy, whatever. I just want you to know I’m appreciative of you, everything you do for me, and your undivided love.” He shrugged and popped a piece of steak in his mouth, “Even if you eat your steak well done like some sort of serial killer.”

Normally, I would’ve laughed at his serial killer statement, but not right now. I literally felt like my heart melted when he said all of that to me. I dropped my fork and placed my elbows on the table, my hands folded and my head resting on them. I stared at him with a dopey smile and slightly wet eyes. He close-mouth smiled at me, his dimples creasing into his cheeks. I was so lucky.

“I love you so much, Matt. I can’t imagine my life without you,” I said softly while fighting back tears of happiness.

He must’ve noticed me getting emotional and dropped his fork, getting into the same position as I was. “I love you too, baby. You are my world. I never thought I would find the happiness and I love that I have found in you. You accept my darkness, and balance me out with your light. You saw the real me, and love me for the real me. Not my status, not my money, not my extremely handsome good looks even though we know that is what interested you in the first place.” He smirked when I let out a giggle, “But the real me. Life with you has been a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t change that for anything. You’ve given me freedom; you’ve given me a beautiful son; and most importantly, you’ve given me your heart.”

“Matt,” I breathed out, tears falling now. “I’m speechless… I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Say yes,” he said softly, getting up from the chair and getting down on one knee in front of me, my breath catching in my throat. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. He opened it and my jaw dropped. A diamond ring sat there sparkling, “Ivy, will you marry me?”

I erupted into a full sob of happy tears, choking out the word yes and throwing myself forward into his arms. He held me to him and placed his lips on mine firmly, kissing me passionately as if he didn’t care that I was covered in tears and snot. I pulled away from him with a grin, the same look on his face mirroring mine. He grabbed my left hand and held it up, slipping the ring onto my ring finger and kissing it. I held it out for me to see and my heart felt so full.

“I can’t explain how much I love you,” I mumbled onto his lips before kissing him once more. “You are an incredible human being, Matthew Sanders.”

Matt smiled, “So are you, soon-to-be Ivy Sanders. I could hold you all night, but I want you to eat before it gets cold. Then I rented us a movie and bought a bunch of junk food for a hot date on the couch.”

“With more wine I’m hoping?” I smirked as he sat back down in front of me. I downed my glass and poured myself another, he followed in suite and laughed.

We finished eating dinner and talking about future plans together. First thing on our list was still going on a vacation to somewhere remote; Matt, Alec and I all by ourselves with absolutely NO interruptions. Then it would move on to wedding planning, because his parents already laid down the law about the first-born having an actual ceremony. We finished our bottle of wine between the two of us at dinner, both of us feeling a buzz. I was lucky that since Matt rarely drank wine, he was a lightweight with it, just as much as I am a lightweight with all alcohol.

I helped him clean up the kitchen, washing the dishes and handing them to him for loading in the dishwasher. Matt put any leftovers we had in the refrigerator while I cleaned off the counters. I continued to glance down at my ring throughout the course of the hour and a half from when I got it to then. Matt’s arms wrapped around my waist at one point, pulling my back into his chest. One thing led to another and we were intertwined in each other’s arms, making love on the kitchen table. This continued into the shower, and then finally we decided to take separate showers so that we could actually get clean and stop having sex.

We both sat in our robes on the couch together, another bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of us with a big bowl of popcorn. I was tucked into Matt’s side, my legs thrown over his, his feet resting on the coffee table in his slippers. My head was on his shoulder when the movie started, and I had to fight myself not to start nibbling on his ear or running my tongue up his neck. His right arm was around me, holding me tightly into him, while his left was resting on my lap. His left hand sat atop mine, his thumb playing with the engagement ring on my finger.

A thought popped into my head and I found myself laughing out loud, “Do you think Zacky watched that whole show on the surveillance camera? And by the whole show I mean the engagement, and the kitchen sex.”

Matt let out a deep chuckle, his body shaking with laughter, causing mine to rattle along with him, “You know, I didn’t even think about that. I would hope not, but knowing him, he probably called all the guys in there to watch it with him. I’m surprised we haven’t gotten a congratulations call from Gates if that were the case.”

“Let’s hope they were too busy. I don’t mind if they saw the engagement, but I really don’t need them watching your face buried between my legs and me riding you into the fucking sunset,” I laughed and nuzzled my face further into Matt’s neck. “Are you able to get on there and delete things?”

I felt him nod, “I believe so. I’ll look in the morning.”

“Okay,” I said quietly and put my focus back on the movie in front of us, but my eye kept looking down at my hand. I just couldn’t believe that this was reality. I was going to be Mrs. Sanders. Our family was officially coming together. We had a house, we had our son who would hopefully be back with us soon, and we were going to be married. No matter how much chaos was going on in our lives, we were going to be a family and that’s what mattered.

It blew my mind how in love with me Matt truly was. A year and a half ago he was this asshole inmate who made remarks about wanting to fuck me. Now, he was the absolute love of my life. That day I caved and finally had sex with him was the best idea I’ve ever had in my twenty-three years. That day changed everything for the better.

My phone started to ring and it pulled me from my thoughts, and my eyes away from the television screen. I grabbed it, not having the number in my phone, and looked to Matt. I showed Matt the phone and he shrugged, saying he didn’t know who it was either.

I pressed answer, “Hello?”

“Ivy,” my mother’s voice came through the phone. “Ivy, where the hell are you? Chelsea called me saying she moved away because your lives were in danger.”

My breath caught in my throat as I was speechless as how to answer her.

“Are you there? What the hell is going on, Ivy?” She sounded concerned, “Chelsea is scared out of her mind and is never moving back. Are you safe?”

I finally had words, “Mom, I’m safe and I’m fine. Chelsea should not have called you or given you my number.”

“You’re mixed up with the wrong world, Ivy. It’s because of that damn boy,” she sounded irritated now. “She said you had your baby. Thank you for the phone call.”

I was aggravated, “You made a point to tell me that I wasn’t fucking wanted anymore. You didn’t deserve any phone call about Alec, or my wellbeing. And just so you know, the damn boy is the reason I’m alive and I’m fucking marrying him as of today. Go tell that to the rest of the family and leave me the hell alone. You don’t want to be in my life, don’t be in it at all.”

I hung up the phone, feeling tears form in my eyes. Matt pulled me all the way into his lap, my head resting on his chest as he rubbed my back through my robe. I never expected my mother to call me, but I should have. Sooner or later she would’ve thought I would come crawling back to the family, but I never did and I never will. I had my family now. I had Matt’s family, too, who accepted both of us. That’s all I needed.

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