Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 41889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Still coming.
Mason kept fucking me through it all. Kept toying with my tits and my clit. Kept the steady rhythm of his hips.
I never really stopped coming over the next twenty minutes or so. But when I felt his shaft expand inside me, I knew we were about to come together. Hard. The sexy moan he made in my ear was enough to send me over the edge.
Mason hissed in pleasure as he came, his hands holding me firmly in place on his cock. I knew he wanted to make a baby. He’d told me many times late at night when he held me close in between making passionate love to me.
I hadn’t said anything yet but I had stopped taking my pill. Three days ago, to be exact.
As his seed flooded me I smiled. This could be it. This could be the start of another child.
“I have to tell you something.”
Mason was half-dressed and standing behind me, combing my long wet hair for me. I loved when he did things like that. Taking care of me. He was so good at it.
Our eyes met in the mirror. He didn’t say a word, just cocked his eyebrow.
“I went off my pill.”
He stared at me for a half second. I thought he might be scared. Or angry. I realized I probably should have told him in advance.
My heart was racing as our eyes connected in the mirror.
And then he smiled. A smile of pure joy that lit up his craggy, impossibly handsome face.
He let out a whoop and pulled me into his arms. He lifted me up, squeezing me hard. Then he kissed me, finally setting me back on my feet.
“I wasn’t sure you wanted to…”
I poked his chest and smiled up at him.
“You dropped enough hints.”
“Well maybe I wasn’t subtle. I didn’t know if you wanted a family with an old coot like me.”
“With you? I want everything.”
He closed his eyes and I saw that he was close to tears. His eyes were shining as he leaned his forehead against mine.
“Me too, Michelle. I want everything too. In fact…”
He lowered himself to his knee and took my hand.
“Will you marry me, Michelle?”
He reached into his jeans and pulled out a box. The tears started flowing before he even opened it. Inside was a ring. It was simple, a plain gold band with a square cut emerald on top. It was classic and subtle but oh so sparkly.
It was perfect. Not that it mattered. I would have married Mason if he offered me a rubber band to wear on my finger.
“Yes. Yes, Mason. I will marry you.”
He slid the ring onto my finger and stood, pulling me close. He caressed my face with one hand, and my ass with the other.
“Well, aren’t I the luckiest sonofabitch alive?”
Six Months Later
Mason
The backyard was filled to capacity. Friends, family and, of course, plenty of the Untouchables were there to watch us tie the knot. Everyone had to scoot past Michelle’s new car to get back here, and her old one. It still had on the boot.
I kept trying to get rid of it, but my soon-to-be wife was sentimental about that sort of thing.
Shorty was standing at the back door in a black suit, waiting to walk Michelle down the aisle. Connor and Cassie were there with their new baby, and Daniella was the flower girl in her pretty white dress.
Well, one of them.
Paton was a little nervous, she had confided to me. But she didn’t want her mother to know. She didn’t want Michelle to worry. None of us did.
Not just because it was her big day.
Mostly because of the baby she was carrying.
It had not been an easy pregnancy so far and the doctor had told us it might be her last. That didn’t matter to me. I just wanted her safe and sound.
I felt guilty every time the doctor got a worried look. The baby seemed to be alright, but Michelle’s blood pressure had been all over the place. I was cooking without salt, healthy organic food for my woman and my child. My adopted child as well, naturally.
That’s right. Paton was officially mine now too.
So when the music started, I got to watch my two daughters walk down the aisle. One goddaughter and one adopted daughter, neither of which I could have loved any more than I already did.
Not even if they’d been my own flesh and blood.
Not even if I’d given birth to them myself.
Kelly and Cassandra were beautiful bridesmaids in pale blue. Connor and Cain were my best men, both wearing light gray suits. And Besos was the ring bearer.
It was perfect.
Or at least it would be if we could keep Connor from tearing Cain to shreds every time he looked at Kelly. And the man wasn’t really looking anywhere else.