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by Jenika Snow


  28

  One month later

  A lot had changed in only four weeks. Not only had they moved out of Mason’s cabin, but they’d been told her father would most likely be locked away for the rest of his life with no chance of parole. Of course, it was all up to the jury, but they’d been assured they had enough evidence to lock her father up for the rest of his life and then some.

  She stared around the house they now called home. There were still boxes everywhere, and although all they’d had was time, they’d gone slow about it.

  They’d taken their time.

  They’d broken the house in.

  She flushed at the thought of being with Mason. Against her better judgment, and arguing with him that he needed to continue to heal, they’d been together in every filthy, erotic way.

  Despite the fact he was still healing, he was still so strong, still so powerful. Nothing seemed to keep him down, and she couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more each day.

  “You want anything else to eat?” she called out to Mason, who was on the couch unpacking.

  “I’m good, baby. Although I’d be better if you were here with me.”

  She flushed, her body reacting instantly.

  Hell, if being domestic and making food for her man was what her life was about now, she was all about that and more.

  She could totally do boring. As long as she had Mason and the little baby inside of her to give her happiness, Olivia could get through anything.

  Even if Mason hadn’t killed Olivia’s father with his bare hands, the peace he felt knowing he was put away settled in him.

  He felt like he could have a real life now with the woman he loved and the child they had on the way.

  Mason glanced up when he saw Olivia walk by. He reached out, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her onto his lap. In the last month, he’d been healing up nicely. His hands were still sore, and he had along way to go, but the pain he felt was worth it all. Hell, even fucking Olivia— and any discomfort he might feel when he was deep inside of Olivia was so fucking worth it.

  He’d walk through hell a thousand times over just to be in the same room worth her.

  It had taken a lot of self-realization for him to understand that letting his rage take over was not what his life was about.

  Olivia and their unborn baby were what was important.

  Having a family with her and making her happy was what was important.

  He started kissing the side of her neck, loving the sweet flavor of her and the scent of her that filled his head.

  “Let’s say fuck the unpacking and just go to bed naked.”

  She chuckled. “You need to rest.”

  He lifted up and ground his dick, which was hard and thick just for her, right up against her pussy. She gasped, and he didn’t hold in the groan that spilled from him. “You feel that?” he asked. “That’s how healed I am for you.” He thrust up against her again and again. But before he could reach between them, and get their clothes out of the way, she was rising above him and moving to the side.

  “No way,” she said and grinned.

  “Come on, baby.” He rubbed his dick through his jeans.

  “You need to rest.”

  He saw her cheeks turn red, and he wondered if she thought about what he’d done to her last night. Before she could move away, he was standing and pulling her into his body. “Okay, well how about I lay you on the bed, spread those pretty thighs of yours, and eat you out until you come all over my face?” The sigh she gave told him she wouldn’t deny him, not if he kept up with the filthy talk.

  And I’m all about the filthy talk.

  Instead of taking her to the bedroom, he sat back down with her on his lap and just held her. He didn’t have to be with her sexually to appreciate what he had with his woman. Hell, even if they never had sex again, he’d still drop to his knees and thank whoever was listening that he was lucky enough to have Olivia in his life.

  “I was thinking,” she said softly. “What do you think about making Laura her middle name?”

  His heart stalled in his chest, and he looked at Olivia. “Yeah?” His voice sounded thick even to his own ears.

  “Yeah.” She smiled.

  “God, baby.” He pulled her close and just held her. “I love you so damn much.”

  “I love you too.”

  He was one lucky motherfucker, and he’d prove how thankful he was to have Olivia in his life each and every single day until the day he died.

  29

  Three months later

  The rage within Mason might not have completely calmed, but he had it under control. Not only had Olivia’s father been put away for life, but David, the agent she’d worked with, had stopped by to give them updates. During those visits, David helped to convince him that no matter what, he had his back, and that he’d do everything in his power to keep both of them safe.

  Sitting up in bed, he stared down at his woman, his wife. They had gotten married a month ago, and he looked down at the ring that showed he belonged to her. They were man and wife, and no one was going to take that away from him.

  “Are you okay?” Olivia asked, rolling over. Her stomach was nicely swollen where his little girl lay inside her.

  “I’m fine. Just struggling to think, you know?”

  “I do.” She sat up, and moved behind him, rubbing his shoulders. “Tell me about it.”

  “I guess it’s just a little surreal, you know? I don’t know if I can.”

  “You better. David gives us regular updates, and my father isn’t exactly the nicest man. He’s had everything taken away from him, and there’s no way he’s getting out.” She pressed a kiss to his neck and flicked her tongue against the pulse.

  He closed his eyes as his cock thickened. His desire for Olivia had only increased over the past few months. Her swollen stomach, to him, showed the evidence of them coming together, of their love.

  “Everything has been taken away from him, and he’s never going to get out, baby. You’re safe, and David would be here if we weren’t. He cares.”

  Mason caught her hands and pulled her forward a little so that her swollen stomach was pressed against his back. Cupping the back of her head, he pressed his lips against hers. Sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, he waited for the gasp and plunged inside.

  Turning in her arms, he eased her down to the bed and lay by her side, spreading her thighs. Running his fingers up her leg, he teased over her pussy, sliding his fingers between her slit. She was already soaking wet and melting.

  “Oh, baby, do you need me?” he asked.

  “Always, I always need you, Mason. Please.”

  Her moans were all it took. Leaving the bed, he pushed his pants down, and helped Olivia out of her nightshirt. Once they were both completely naked, he crushed his lips to hers and gripped her hip tightly.

  Lying back down beside her, he covered her pussy, sliding a finger in deep.

  “Mason,” she cried, lifting her pussy up against his hand.

  “That’s it, Olivia, baby, take what you want. Show me what you need.” Adding a second finger to her cunt, he sat up, watching her pussy take all of him. “Now, that is pretty.” Pressing his thumb against her clit, he slid it back and forth, feeling her pussy tighten around him. “You’re still so tight.”

  He loved her body. He loved seeing her stomach swollen, knowing it was because of him. He was the one who had gotten her pregnant.

  “I think this pretty pussy needs to be sucked.”

  Leaning forward, he slid his tongue against her slit, sucking her clit into his mouth. “Oh, baby, you taste so good. You’re going to come all over my tongue, and then I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to scream my name.”

  “Yes, Mason, yes.”

  He loved it when she called his name. Fucking loved it.

  Pulling his fingers out of her pussy, he dropped his tongue to her entrance and started to fuck her. She was so tasty. His preg
nant woman was one sexy momma.

  “Oh, Mason, I’m so close.”

  Teasing her clit with his fingers and fucking her cunt, Mason felt her pussy start to tighten and her cream begin to leak out. He swallowed her down, and his cock hardened even more, leaking his pre-cum.

  Seconds later, with a few strokes of his tongue, Olivia came. He swallowed her down, keeping up with his strokes so that her second orgasm started to build.

  “Please, I can’t… not again.”

  “Do this for me, baby. Let me give you this; you know you can do it. Come all over my face, and then I’ll give you my dick.” Filling her pussy with his fingers this time, he teased her clit and worked her body. He felt her pussy, which was already slick with her first orgasm, beginning to build again and tighten around his fingers. He was so fucking aroused, and his pre-cum was now leaking on the bed, but he didn’t care.

  She cried out his name again, and this time he moved between her thighs, found her entrance, and slid inside her. He didn’t put all of his weight over her and made sure she was comfortable.

  “Fuck, baby, I love you. I love you so much.” She was only supposed to have been the means for helping his sister. He’d never, not for a second, thought he’d fall in love with her, but he had, and that love had grown over the past few months. She was the mother of his child, the love of his life, and there’s no way he couldn’t love her.

  They belonged together.

  Epilogue

  Sometimes falling under is the only way to reach the top

  One year later

  Mason had been one possessive fucker before his daughter was born, but now that little Alexandra Laura had been born, it was as if another entity had made its way inside of him.

  He’d do anything to make sure Olivia and their daughter were safe, even if that mean taking his last breath in the process.

  Olivia’s father had gone on trial, been found guilty, and was now serving two consecutive life sentences with no chance of parole. He was out of their lives. Olivia’s mother had gone off the deep end and was now seeking mental help in a facility in upstate New York. The two people who had neglected Olivia her entire life were now gone, and his woman had the freedom she’d always deserved.

  She’d also gotten access to her father’s money—her rightful money—and they were working toward building a better life for themselves and their daughter.

  But Mason didn’t care if they didn’t have a penny to their name. As long as his woman and child were healthy and happy, he had everything.

  He lay Alexandra down in the crib, pushed her dark hair off her forehead, and thanked whoever was listening. He’d been the luckiest bastard alive, and he wasn’t about to ever let anyone or anything ruin that.

  She pushed away the paperwork and ran a hand over her eyes. Going over her father’s financial forms gave her a headache. Her father, before his imprisonment, had tried to block access to her accounts. She hadn’t cared and still didn’t. But why shouldn’t she be able to take back a little something from her father? He’d already taken so much from her.

  “Hey, baby.” Mason started rubbing her shoulders, and she closed her eyes. “You okay?”

  “This shit is frustrating, and I’m forced to think about that piece of shit while doing it.” He rubbed her shoulders, the strong silent type for sure.

  “Trash it, baby. We don’t need anything from him.”

  She was tempted to do just that, but the fact remained why should she? She turned around and looked up at Mason. But he crouched in front of her and cupped her cheek. “I don’t want to forget about it, because this money belongs to us. We deserve it. That worthless piece of pond scum owes us this and so much more.”

  “I know, baby, but I don’t want you getting stressed over this. He’s not worth it.”

  She breathed out slowly and nodded. “But once I sign these papers, we’re set for life. We can just focus on us and say fuck everything that is in the past.”

  He smiled at her, and she felt his love for her.

  “It’s times like this when I can’t keep my hatred for him buried. Makes me want to go out and rip his heart out.”

  She stood and wrapped her arms around him. “He can’t hurt us ever again. I believe that with every part of me. Do you?” He pulled back and cupped her cheeks.

  “As long as I have you and Alexandra in my life, I’m good. You two are all that matters.” She smiled, feeling the sincerity in his words.

  “Good, because it’ll be another one soon.” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.

  “Yeah?” he asked, the smile spreading across his face.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  He pulled her into a hug and just held her. “I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky.”

  “I don’t know how I got so lucky either,” she whispered. It was the truth, the bone searing, soul-consuming truth.

  And it felt pretty damn good.

  The End

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