by Nikki Ash
“Hey Alec! Want to go down the waterslides before the food comes?” Mason shouts to my son who is still playing with the other kids.
“Yes!”
“Be back, baby.” Mason gives me another kiss before swimming away from me and toward Alec. And as I watch them head toward the water slides my mind goes to my mom, and I know if she’s in heaven looking down on us, she’s smiling because I’ve finally found my one.
“Want to shower with me?” Mason asks. He pushes his swimsuit down and his dick springs free. Alec is asleep in the other room and we’re in ours. Want to wear a child out? Take him swimming for a few hours. After he showered and was in pajamas, we put a movie on for him, and not even five minutes in, he was sound asleep.
“Sure.” I pull the strings to my top and let them fall, the material covering my breasts falling at the same time. I unknot the side strings and my bottoms hit the floor. I’m fully aware I’m putting a show on for Mason, but I can’t help it. The way he looks at me… it’s as if I’m everything he could ever want or need. I went so long without having a man look at me this way, and now that I have it, I want it all the time.
As we shower the chlorine off our bodies, Mason plants kisses along my shoulders and neck, but he doesn’t make any moves on me otherwise, and I make a note to initiate shower sex before we leave. This shower is like twice the size of mine. Once we’re out and dried off, I remember what he mentioned in the pool regarding my ass, and butterflies start to take flight in my belly. It’s as if Mason senses my nervousness because he wraps his arms around my waist as his lips seal over mine. He guides us over to the bed, his mouth only leaving mine long enough to lay me down under him. Needing to touch him, my hands come up so my fingers can run through his hair.
Mason breaks the kiss and whispers into my ear, “Turn over, baby. On your knees.” He backs up slightly so I can do as he says. I’m completely naked and vulnerable with my butt in the air, and I love it. I love every new thing we try together. I love that no matter where we are or what we’re doing, Mason makes me feel loved and cherished.
With my head against the pillows, I peek around in time to see Mason lick his lips before he spreads my legs and his face disappears. His warm, wet tongue hits my clit and licks up my seam all the way to my puckered hole. I let out a moan that would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so comfortable around Mason. He continues to lick me from one hole to the other with purposeful, languorous strokes. Every time his tongue reaches my clit, he stops and sucks on the sensitive nub, eliciting a needy groan out of me.
“This is going to feel cool for a second and then it’ll feel warm.” I can’t see what he’s talking about, but a short beat later cold liquid drips down my crack. Mason spreads my cheeks, and with his fingers, rubs the warming lube over and around my puckered hole. I feel him blow, and the lube warms up even more.
“I’m going to put this in you, baby. Just relax, okay?” He shows me a silver raindrop looking toy that has a pink jewel on the end. I’m assuming it’s a butt plug because a few seconds later I feel the cold silver against my hole. He pushes it in slowly, and at first I’m scared it’s going to hurt, but as he continues to push the toy into me inch by inch, I’m surprised when it doesn’t.
“It’s in all the way,” Mason says. “How does it feel?”
I wiggle my butt for a second. “Full.”
“Oh, you will be… soon.” I feel his lips on my shoulder blades and then down my spine as he trails kisses downward, ending at the dip directly above my butt. I try to see what he’s doing but it’s hard in this position, so instead I close my eyes and relish in his touch.
I feel his fingers at my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples from underneath, and then I feel them at my pussy, entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I feel myself getting wetter, more turned on with every pump. I can hear the slickness of my juices against his fingers as he fingers me good and deep. My body rubs against the mattress as he works me over.
“Mason.” I let out a heady moan. I’m so close to letting go.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers never stopping. He must insert another finger into me because my pussy is suddenly even more full. Between the butt plug and his fingers, I feel deliciously filled and my body must agree because a few pumps later and I’m coming all over Mason’s fingers.
He pulls his fingers out of me and I instantly miss his touch. Then I feel his dick enter me from behind. His hands grip the curves of my hips and his dick thrusts into me until I’m filled to the max. If I thought I was full with his fingers, I was wrong. He begins to fuck me from behind, and I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I can feel the butt plug moving in my ass against Mason’s dick, and it’s hitting something in me I didn’t know exists.
Needing more, I start to beg Mason for something I never imagined I would beg a man for. “Mason, fuck my ass…please.” I let out a whimper. He pulls out, and I hear the crinkling of a condom that has me remembering…“I’m on birth control. I started the pills the day of my period.” I peek around at him, and he’s grinning wickedly.
“Thank god… I’m going to fuck this perfect cunt raw the next chance I get. But the condom is for your ass.” He bends over and places a kiss on my butt check. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to come in your ass the first time.” He shoots me a wink, and I turn my face around, not wanting him to see me blushing. Only Mason can be sweet and crass at the same damn time.
More warming lube drips along my ass crack, and then he pulls the butt plug out, and I swear I almost come from that action alone. “I’m going to go slow. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
“Just do it,” I demand. I’m too turned on. My body is craving him too much. I need him in me now.
He pushes the tip into the tight ringed hole, and at first it hurts, but as he continues to push himself into me slowly, the pain turns into pleasure. “Oh. My. God,” I groan, sticking my face into the pillow so my son won’t hear me from the other room. I’ve never felt anything like this before. While it’s a bit uncomfortable, it also feels good.
“I’m all the way in, baby. You okay?” Mason’s hand glides down the center of my spine, and I shiver at his touch.
“Yes,” I breath. “Please move,” I beg.
Gripping my hip with one hand, he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in until he bottoms out. His other hand comes around and circles my clit. The friction feels so good that my body starts to rock against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Another orgasm builds, different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It has me grinding against Mason’s body as my hands find their way to my tits, my fingers pinching and pulling my nipples. The sensation I’m feeling almost has me scared—I’ve never felt this worked up before—and when my body can’t handle it anymore, I let go. My ass tightens and my pussy contracts, and then I feel myself gush as I come all over Mason and the sheets. My eyes close, everything going black as my orgasm rolls through me.
“Holy shit,” Mason groans, and I can feel when he’s coming, his dick swelling in me, and even with a condom on, I feel his warm cum inside me. We both still, and before I have time to be embarrassed over what my body just did, Mason says, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” He slowly pulls out of me and I roll over onto my back and away from the now soaked sheets.
“Let’s jump in the shower and then I’ll call for new sheets.” Mason winks, and I groan, covering my eyes with the back of my hand. “Don’t hide.” His voice is close, and when I peek out from under my hand, he’s leaning down to kiss me. “That was amazing, Mila. You’re amazing.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mason
It’s Monday morning, and while I should be training with my fight coming up, I can’t focus. This past weekend was one of the best weekends of my life. Fight Night went perfectly—Jake won his fight and Alec and Mila had a blast. Bella invited us to join them the following day
at Sea World, and since Alec and Mila have never been, we accepted. Alec wasn’t too thrilled with having to hang out with Bella’s daughter, Micaela, so he stuck to my side most of the time. We went on all the rides he was tall enough for and watched all the shows. We got back late last night, and after he was in bed I spent the rest of the evening inside my wife.
“Aren’t you going to welcome me home, fucker?” There’s a smack to my head and when I turn around, Tristan is standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey, man!” I give him bro hug and welcome him back. “I’d ask about your trip but Mila said we’re coming over for dinner tomorrow night, so I’ll just wait to hear all about your Disney adventures then,” I joke.
“Funny.” He slaps my shoulder. “And that’s fine because I’d rather talk about you.” He cackles and I groan.
“What about me? How I need to train for this upcoming fight?”
Tristan looks at me like I’ve got two heads. “No, I want to discuss how the hell my best friend came to my wedding as a best man and went home as a husband.” We go into his office and I tell him everything. From Mila and I conversing over the Plenty of Fish app to us getting married. I tell him about how I ended up watching Alec during spring break, then I confide in him about Mila and I connecting on a level I never thought was possible. And when I’m done, Tristan is shaking his head.
“Well, goddamn. I always knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon, and not with a woman who swore she would never touch you. I’m happy for you, man.”
“Thanks.” I let out a sigh. “Now I just have to make sure I don’t fuck it all up.”
Tristan gives me a long look before he says, “You need to give yourself a break. You’re going to mess up. It’s a given. But the key is to learn from your mistakes.”
“Mila’s already had one failed marriage. I need to make sure I don’t make it two.”
“Mason, you can’t predict the future. You can do everything right and it still not work out. You can’t live your life waiting for the other ball to drop.” He’s right, but it’s hard to push the possibility of failure out of my head. Every time I think about me failing, I think about my mom, and how my dad’s failures led her to prostitute herself out. She used to tell me I was like my dad. At the time I thought she meant it in a good way, but the fact she refuses to let me help her tells another story. She’d rather fuck strangers and sell drugs than trust me to take care of her. My dad drank and gambled. He put his addictions above his family. He died and left my mom to fend for herself. He’s the reason she couldn’t take care of me. Why she went to jail, and I lost the only parent I had left at thirteen years old. I refuse to believe I’m anything like my dad, and I know if given the chance I would do everything in my power to take care of my mom, but until she lets me in, there’s nothing I can do.
And don’t get me wrong. I know Mila isn’t my mom. She has a degree and takes care of her son. She was doing a damn good job of handling shit before I came along, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering what would happen if I failed her, if I broke her heart. My mom was doing okay until my dad started drinking and gambling. His addictions broke my mom’s heart and she was never the same. I don’t want Mila’s heart to ever break, especially because of me. I might not be able to predict the future, but I can do everything in my power to make sure Mila’s heart is handled with care.
Tristan’s phone beeps at the same time mine does.
Mila: Change of plans. Dinner tonight with the Scotts at Burger Heaven. I’ll meet you there at 5:30 after I pick up Alec from school.
“I guess we’re having dinner tonight,” I say after texting Mila back and letting her know I’ll see her then.
Tristan and I spend the next several hours training, and when five o’clock rolls around, we shower and head downtown to meet everyone for dinner. I spot Mila, Charlie, and the kids at a table, and with them is… Gavin?
“What’s her ex doing here?” I ask Tristan.
“Oh shit, I had invited him since we’re hitting the field right afterward for practice.”
I stop in my tracks and glance at Tristan. “Hitting the field for what?”
“Softball.” He shrugs. “I joined Gavin’s team since he was in need of another player. Didn’t I tell you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “You most certainly didn’t tell me you play softball with my wife’s ex-husband.”
“Well, in my defense, she wasn’t your wife when I agreed to play.”
“How the fuck did I not know you’re playing softball? Can you even play?”
Tristan laughs. “I don’t know…you were busy, I guess. I think you were out with the guys or maybe at the gym, and I’ve only played a few games before I left for my honeymoon.”
“Isn’t softball for pussies who can’t play baseball?” I say to fuck with him.
Tristan eyes me for a second before he laughs again. “Are you jealous?” His laughter gets louder.
“No, I’m not jealous!” Okay, maybe I’m a little jealous. But c’mon! My best friend is having a fucking bromance with Mila’s ex-husband? What the hell!
“It’s just softball, honey,” Tristan says sweetly. “Don’t worry… I’m still saving myself for you.” He bats his eyelashes, and I smack him in the chest, knocking him back a step before I walk away, leaving him bent over and holding his stomach.
“Not cool, Mason. Don’t make me break up with you!” he shouts, laughter filtering through his every word.
I get to the table before him and sit in the empty chair next to Mila, giving her a kiss on her cheek. “Hey, baby. How was your day?”
She turns toward me smiling. “Busy but good. I heard from the woman with People magazine. We’re scheduled to do the interview Wednesday night.”
“Sounds good.” I give her another kiss, this time on her lips. Then I pull away and find Alec on the other side of her, sitting in between her and Gavin. “Hey, Bruiser, how was school?” I reach over Mila to knock fists with him.
Alec grimaces. “Boring. I wish it was spring break again. I’d rather be at the gym with you.”
“Eww! No way!” Lexi screeches. “The gym is yucky and stinky and gross. Right, Georgia?”
Georgia nods in agreement, her nose scrunching up. “Yes! Yucky!”
I glance over at Alec, and he rolls his eyes. “Girls suck,” he whines before his forehead hits the table.
“Don’t say suck,” Mila scolds, and I force myself not to laugh.
“You won’t be saying that for much longer,” I tell Alec, and with his forehead still resting on the table, he shakes his head back and forth, mumbling something about it never happening.
“Gavin.” I turn my attention to Mila’s ex-husband. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too. Thanks again for watching Alec last week.”
“No problem. He’s a great kid.” I turn my attention away from Gavin to Tristan, who’s now sitting next to Charlie and staring at me, his eyes dancing with laughter. Fucker.
The waitress comes over and takes everyone’s orders. Once she’s gone, the kids beg for money then take off to play the video games.
“How was the cruise?” Mila asks Charlie, animatedly.
“So much fun! The Disney parks were a blast but the cruise was amazing. The girls had Club Disney every day which meant adult time for us.” Charlie glances up at Tristan, who’s nodding slowly.
“Hell yes. I would have paid triple for that club.”
“Alec hates Disney.” Mila pouts. “I need a little girl or a cruise that has Club Fighter.”
I chuckle at the club part, but then my mind goes to her pregnant with my baby, and my heart starts to race, my chest feeling like it’s going to collapse. No way! It’s one thing to help her with Alec occasionally—he’s not mine. He has his own dad and mom. It’s another thing to be responsible for my own child. What happens if I get injured and can’t fight? Sure, I save most of my money in case something happens, but if som
ething happened and I couldn’t support our baby—
“You okay?” Tristan asks me. His look of concern has me wondering if I look as freaked out on the outside as I feel on the inside.
“Yeah,” I choke out, grabbing my glass of water and downing it. “Just tired from training. I need to eat.”
Mila glances over at me, and I can tell by the hurt look on her face, she isn’t buying it.
“So, Tristan said you guys play softball?” I ask Gavin, hoping to change the subject.
“Yeah, we’re actually winning this year. Made it to the playoffs. But then our third baseman got hurt at work, threw out his back. I need to find someone before the playoffs next weekend. Any chance you play?” Gavin questions, making it hard to hate him.
Anyone else, I would say no to, but the guy has already recruited Tristan, so of course I’m going to say yes. Tristan chuckles under his breath, and I shoot him a glare. “Mason wouldn’t be interested in playing a puss—”
“Yeah, I’ll play,” I say, cutting off Tristan, who barks out a laugh. The women look from Tristan to me confused, but neither of them ask what’s going on.
“Cool. We have practice tonight. Can you make it?”
“Sure.” And then I remember it’s not just me anymore, so I add, “As long as it’s okay with Mila.” I move my hand to her thigh, but she pushes it off and rolls her eyes.
“I don’t care. I need to use the restroom.” She stands and Charlie stands as well. Fucking women don’t even need to speak to communicate. Once they’re gone, Tristan chuckles.
“That was real subtle.”
“What?” I throw my hands up in the air.
“She mentioned having a baby and you about passed out on the spot.”
I glance over at Gavin then glare at Tristan, not wanting to have this conversation in front of Mila’s ex-husband. He catches my drift, but it’s too late because Gavin says, “Just let it go. She’ll get over it…” He shrugs, then adds, “Or actually, maybe you shouldn’t. I let it all go, and it ended with us divorced.” He shakes his head. “Anything I say, you should probably do the opposite.”