Mason

by Lisa Helen Gray

  Chapter Twenty

  MASON

  My body looms over hers, settling between her legs, and even pregnant she’s still tiny and fragile looking. I make sure to keep pressure off her belly, not wanting to hurt either her or the baby. She tastes so fucking good. I can’t get enough of her kisses. I groan into the kiss, my dick painfully hard still covered in the flimsy towel. Denny lost hers in the madness of me spinning her around. Feeling her skin on mine is a pleasurable feeling, one I’ll never get enough of.

  God her skin is so fucking soft. It’s like feeling silk teasing the rough pads of my fingers and the feel has me groaning again.

  “Please, inside me now,’’ she begs and I swear I’m about to cum before I’ve even entered her.

  “Fuck, Babe, you feel so good,’’ I groan into her neck, raining kisses down to her breasts before taking one of her erect nipples into my mouth.

  God, I love it when she moans, when her body withers beneath mine. I flick my tongue across her taunt nipple, her back arching and bringing her breasts closer towards me. I scrape my teeth, bringing her more pleasure and I groan when she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling at the ends.

  “Goddamn-it Mason, please, now.’’

  Her pleading voice undoes me; I lift myself up her body at the same time hers drift down my chest, her fingers flicking the towel open. An animalistic groan escapes my mouth when my dick falls with a slap against her sex.

  Denny reaches between us surprising the shit out of me, my body jumping when her hand wraps around my hard length and poises it at her entrance. Without much thought I press my hips forward, the tip entering her wetness painfully slow. She’s so tight, so wet and warm that I have to grit my teeth together to stop me shooting my load.

  The heels of her feet dig into my ass and before I can stop her she pushes me into her in one painful stroke. Holding her one hand in mine and pinning it to the bed, I use my other to hold her hip down to stop her movements. If she moves right now I’m most likely to shoot my load and I want to ride out this pleasure as long as possible.

  “Please don’t move,’’ I grit out, finding it hard to keep my calm.

  Her body struggles beneath me and I groan, loving the feel of her muscles clenching around my dick.

  Once I’ve gained a bit more control I pull out before sliding all the way back in to the hilt. Her mouth opens slightly, and I look down mesmerized by how beautiful she is. No one could ever compare to her. Ever.

  “More,’’ she moans when I pull back out before slamming back in with a little more force, not wanting to hurt her.

  She wiggles her hand beneath me as I keep my thrusts at a safe pace, the feeling is the most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt and I can feel my balls tighten in anticipation.

  “Harder, please harder,’’ she begs, her teeth sinking into my shoulder and my control all but snaps and I slam myself harder inside her, her muscles contracting around my dick.

  Her hands reach down my body, the feel of her soft touch against my burning skin has a shiver running up my back. My dick throbs when she places her hands on my hips and pulls me into her, the thrust causing us to both cry out. My movements quicken and I can feel her driving closer and closer towards her climax, her walls tightening around me.

  “Oh my…I’m going to…’’ she doesn’t get to finish her words, her back arches, her eyes close tightly and she cries out her orgasm. My orgasm hits me just as quickly and my body collapses against her, but I still manage to find the energy to keep any pressure from off her.

  We’re both breathing heavily by the time we ride through the waves of our orgasms.

  “Was I too rough?’’ I breathe out moving to the side and bringing her naked body with me.

  “What? God no! That was…that was amazing,’’ she grins lazily, her eyes half open with a content, pleased, satisfied look on her face.

  “Good,’’ I smile and move up so I can grab the towel to clean up, first myself then Denny. Once I’m finished I chuck the towel behind me onto the floor and grab Denny’s hips and bring her back to my front.

  “Do you want to talk about what happened?’’ I ask gently, still unsure on what happened down in that fucking basement. Just remembering her being taken is making every muscle in my body tense and for the anger to simmer back to the surface.

  “Not a lot to say. My mom set me up. When I was out I bumped into her and it didn’t go so well. She wanted me dead Mason. My own mother wanted me dead,’’ she whispers, and from the tone in her voice it sounds like she’s still struggling to come to terms with what happened with her mom.

  “She doesn’t deserve the title of mom, Denny. What she did is unthinkable. I know what it’s like having a shitty parent, but I had my brothers and Granddad, and hopefully in time that will be enough for you to fill the void that she’s left,’’ I tell her gently, hoping I’m not being too presumptuous.

  “You’re right, I know you are. I guess it will just take time. When I think of Hope, the thought of ever doing what my mother did to me is just unthinkable. I’d rather kill myself before I hurt her.’’

  “You’re too good of a person to even contemplate doing that, baby.’’

  “Hhum,’’ she mumbles sounding tired and drowsy.

  “Sleep. We’ll figure the rest out tomorrow.’’

  I feel her weak nod and smile to myself. This time yesterday I was smashing up the kitchen freaking out over whether we’d find her or not.

  Speaking of kitchen I was glad to hear everyone stepped in to help get it cleaned up. The only thing I’ll need to do is replace a few cabinets and the kitchen door I punched a hole through. I’m just praying Denny will understand why they are wrecked.

  Closing my eyes I let the exhaustion of the past twenty four hours consume me and drift off to sleep with the love of my life snuggled safely against my chest.

  Later I’m woken up by a blood curling scream that startles me from my sleep and I fly up in a sitting position when I see Denny hunched over screaming in pain.

  Fuck no!

  “Denny? Denny? What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Did you have a nightmare?’’ I panic; my hand flying to her shoulder. Fuck, I’m shit in a crisis. My palms are already sweating and my leg is twitching from nerves.

  “The bab-ARGGHHHHHHHHHH,’’ she screams and I jump from the bed to turn the main light on.

  “What’s happening? What shall I do? Fuck! It’s not time,’’ I shout, grabbing my phone that’s on charge by the bed side table.

  “H-hello,’’ a male voice croaks.

  “Max, get your ass over here. Something is wrong with the baby,’’ I yell through the phone, really wanting to do something as I sit in front of Denny, her breathing becoming laboured and heavy.

  “What? Shit. Be there in two,’’ he shouts disconnecting.

  “You. Called. Your. Brother,’’ Denny breathes shooting me a glare as she holds her stomach. Sweat is pouring across her forehead and down her neck. Her hair is sticking to her face and I reach out to move it across as she catches her breath. “And Max. Out of. All your brothers,’’ she pants out between breaths.

  “I’m sorry, I’ll call Mav. I don’t know what to do,’’ I shout, not meaning to yell. “Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.’’

  The door downstairs bangs open and a herd of footsteps stomp up the stairs. Thank God Max thought to call Maverick.

  “ARRGGGGGGHHHHHH, MASON,’’ she screams. Her face turns bright red and angry looking and I stand up taking a step back. Shit, what did I do? “We need a doctor, a hospital.’’ She speaks so fast I can barely understand her. Max and my other brothers rush into the room and that’s when I realise we’re both naked. I quickly shove the blanket over Denny covering her up. When she goes to complain I grab her shoulders and lean in closer to her to whisper.

  “You’re naked. Let me get you a t-shirt.’’

  She nods her head panting and I hold my hands up to my brothers to wait a minute and to turn aroun
d which they all comply. I rush over to the chest of drawers and grab a clean t-shirt of mine and then a pair of her knickers and joggers.

  “We need to get you to the hospital,’’ I tell her softly, hoping the panic isn’t too evident in my voice. The baby isn’t due for over seven weeks. It’s too soon. Something’s wrong and I know I need to be strong for her, which is what I will do. For her I’d do just about anything.

  “Denny, you need to breathe,’’ Max says once I’ve dressed her and she’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “I am breathing Max,’’ she pants out through gritted teeth.

  “You’re doing it wrong. It’s, hee hee hoo.’’ He shows her how to take in quick breaths and if I wasn’t shitting myself over her being in so much pain, I’d laugh at how ridiculous he looks right now.

  “Fucksake Max, shut the fuck up and will someone get my stuff together. NOW!’’

  Shit! I rush out of the room to the nursery, grabbing Hope’s hospital bag I packed at the beginning of the week. I made a list for other items, but I know I’ve got the essentials we’ll need in here. Once I reach it, I run back into the bedroom, shocked when I find Myles rubbing Denny’s lower back, Maverick holding her up so she’s standing and Max…I’m not sure what Max is doing, but it sure doesn’t look like it’s relaxing Denny if her pissed off, angry glare has anything to say about it.

  “I need fucking drugs Max. Drugs that will knock me out, that will stop this from hurting so…argghhhhhh….goddamn much,’’ Denny screams again.

  “Not to point out the obvious love, but in your condition turning to drugs isn’t wise, Denny. It’s not going to change anything, or make life better. You’ll get through this.’’

  “I swear to God Max, if you don’t get out of my fucking face….Arrrgggghhh MASON!’’

  “Fine. I’m only trying to help,’’ Max snaps stepping back. “Just didn’t want the mother of my niece being a druggy,’’ he mutters.

  “Druggy? Someone get him out of my face right now.’’

  I ignore them and grab her hospital bag, hoping like hell I’ve got enough for her as I shove some clothes in for her. We hadn’t gotten around to ticking off the checklist, but with her screams of pain getting louder and seeming stronger, I need to hurry up. Her notes she takes to her midwife sit on the side in a folder, so I quickly grab a hold of those, shoving them into the bag before moving over to Denny.

  “I’m ready. Come on.’’ Taking her hand we walk slowly out of the room before she collapses in pain again, her screams echoing around the room.

  “Denny…what can I do? I don’t know what to do,’’ I tell her hysterically, my chest aching at seeing her in pain and not being able to do anything about it.

  Making my mind up, I chuck the bags at Max and Myles then bend down and scoop up Denny in my arms. She cries out, but still manages to wrap her cold hands around my neck, clinging onto me tightly.

  “It’s going to be okay baby,’’ I tell her into her hair. When we get to the front door, Maverick runs ahead to open the door, his phone to his ear talking to who I presume is her Nan or dad.

  “Please no,’’ I beg closing my eyes before looking down at Denny who is staring at me with wide horrified eyes.

  “Bro, has she pissed on you?’’ Max snickers, as Harlow and Malik coming running up the path.

  “She has a name and is in labour. Now move, Mason, NOW!’’ she screams as another contraction hits her. Well, I’m presuming that’s what they are, but I’m still a little unsure with the whole ‘it’s too early’ matter.

  “Why are you still here?’’ Harlow asks us out of breath.

  “I’ve been asking the same thing,’’ Denny cries out.

  “She pissed on Mase,’’ Max chuckles.

  “That was my fucking waters breaking, you asshole,’’ Denny cries out before another blood curdling scream rips from her throat.

  We move quickly through the garden and down the side of the house onto the street and get Denny into the back of my car.

  “I’ll drive,’’ Maverick yells out as I jump into the back with Denny. She grabs onto my now soaked t-shirt and screams into my chest.

  The midwives rushed Denny through the maternity ward doors not long after arriving at the hospital. Maverick went to park the car after dropping us off at the entrance.

  “How far along are her contractions?’’ one of the midwives ask as they start prepping her.

  “Close,’’ I tell her quickly before attending back to Denny, wiping the hair out of her eyes.

  The nurse looks at me for a second longer, I can feel her stare on the side of my head like she’s waiting for me to say something more. I turn giving her a funny look, but then ignore her as another scream rips from Denny. The sound of it pierces through my heart.

  “Give me something to stop the pain. No one told me it would hurt this much,’’ she cries again her screams piercing through the air.

  “Put this in your mouth and suck in deep when another pain is coming,’’ the midwife tells her and I look at the offending object horrified. Could she have worded that any dirtier? I’ll have to remember to use that line when she’s recovered after having the baby.

  “She still has over seven weeks of her pregnancy to go. Hope shouldn’t be coming yet,’’ I tell her worried.

  “Let’s see what’s happening,’’ she says. The rest falls on deaf ears as I’m completely frozen watching Denny removing her joggers and knickers from her body, a body I had only a few hours ago embedded deep inside. The nurse’s head disappears between her legs and I all but cringe at the sight. When Denny hisses out a startled breath, I finally let go of the breath I’d been holding.

  “What the hell is this place?’’ I all but yell pulling at my hair.

  “Excuse me?’’ the other midwife asks, lifting her head from where she’s standing on the opposite side of the bed. She’s an older nurse, one that looks like she’s been doing this job for far too long. I’m just glad she has someone experienced helping her.

  “It’s fine,’’ I dismiss, waving her off, not coping so well with the labour. I don’t even know which is left or right at the minute I’m that worried with what’s going on.

  The sound of her screams will haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life and with everything that has happened over the past twenty four hours, nothing could have prepared me for this. I thought I had another seven weeks to prepare, but no, as fate would have it, they decided to fuck me over.

  “Oh, it seems you’re ready to push Denny. Can you try on your next contraction for me?’’ the nurse between her legs says and I look down completely blown away by what I see and I have to cling to the bed to stop myself from swaying. Denny sees the look on my face and starts to sit up.

  “What? What’s wrong?’’ she asks panicked.

  “Nothing, nothing calm down. I guess I wasn’t prepared.’’

  “You’ve seen it before Mason, now talk,’’ she snaps. Even pissed, bright red, and sweaty as hell she is still without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “It just looks sore down there is all, and I don’t mean from when we…um…you know,’’ I tell her, leaning in to whisper the last part so the midwives don’t hear us.

  Twenty minutes of excruciating pushing and I’m ready to pass out. God it hurts, it hurts so much I’m actually willing to bet I’ve been put off having sex for the rest of my life.

  “I NEED DRUGS,’’ I shout when another contractions hits Denny. Her body is weakening, but it hasn’t stopped her from screaming out bloody murder every time the urge to push comes. Without thinking I rip the gas and air the midwife gave her when we first arrived out of her mouth and into my own. The first suck of the stuff and I feel on cloud nine. Shit this stuff is good.

  “I can see a head,’’ the nurse calls up from between Denny’s legs and I start sucking the life out of the gas and air until Denny snatches it back from out of my hand.

  “Arrrggghhhhh,’’ she cries
from the back of her throat, her head into her chest and her knees up as she pushes again.

  Once it’s over, her body relaxes back on the bed, her breathing heavy and tears falling down her face. I had gotten her a cool washcloth not long ago, and I wipe her forehead trying to cool her down.

  “I should have used a bigger vibrator,’’ she cries drugged up. “It hurts. I should have gotten one of those over the top thick ones. Mason, I hate you. I really hate you. You did this,’’ she screams just as another contraction comes and she starts to push.

  Jesus Christ! I can’t take much more of this.

  “That’s it Denny, keep going, just a little harder, come on…that’s it, one more,’’ the midwife encourages. “Dad would you like to come and see?’’

  I look at her confused, wondering what she’s going on about, but then as I walk down the end of the bed I nearly pass out. I go dizzy and grip the bed for support with my eyes clenched shut.

  “What? What’s going on? What are you looking at Mason?’’ Denny yells at me before bursting into tears. “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive,’’ she whines crying. “I knew you would leave me. Don’t leave me Mason.’’

  “I’m not leaving you, baby,’’ I tell her, tears in my own eyes from seeing my girls head being born. “You need to give us one last push, Denny. You need to be strong okay?’’

  She nods her head as another contraction begins and her face turns a bright shade of red and purple. It’s that bright I start to panic she’s going to pass out, but then I look down between her legs, which was half a mistake because it gave Denny the chance to grab my sore hand again.

  After ten minutes into her pushing I learnt not to give her my hand, but words of encouragement. She nearly broke it, and if it wasn’t for the one midwife taking a look at my hand I would still be complaining it was broken, it throbs that much. So when I feel her fingers grip around my hand in a strong, tight squeeze I howl in pain.

  “MASON,’’ she yells the same time I shout, “DENNY.’’

  Then the whole room erupts in a baby’s cry and my whole world stops. I snap my head over to the midwife to find her holding Hope.