by Ally Prince
“Uh-uh, baby. Let me take my time. Let me love you.” Those eyes pierced mine and before I could stop them, the words fell from my lips.
“I love you, Mase.” I honestly wholeheartedly did.
His finger stilled, and he sucked in a deep breath. The silence was worrying and for a moment I thought that I might have fucked it all up.
“Say it again.” It was almost a whisper, his brow furrowed and those intense chocolate eyes searched mine.
“I love you. Only you.”
“Fuck!” His hands were gripping my face and his mouth was on mine. It’s desperate and needy and I loved that I did this to him. I loved him, it was pretty simple. The rest would happen, but for now, we had each other and I was willing to see where it went.
Mason
My parents spoke about how much they loved each other every single day, sometimes more than once. I always used to roll my eyes because it seemed so overdone. But hearing those words for the very first time—it’s a feeling I can’t explain.
I had tonight all planned out. Penny just blew it out of the water. First, I planned seduction where I would wean the words out slowly and carefully before I even entered her. Now all I could think about was getting her on that bed and taking what was mine. Completely mine.
“Lose the heels,” I rushed out.
“But, I thought...”
The look on my face shut her up. A small smile tugged on her lips though, as she stepped out of those heels. We could visit those later, perhaps. Right now, I wanted her underneath me.
I made short work of my jeans and boots. Before taking her hand and stepping into the pool with her. This was Lucy’s idea, I admit I thought it was dumb, but it’s pretty fucking genius, especially with Penny’s arm still sore and out of action. The blankets and pillow felt like you were stepping onto a cloud. We both sank to our knees, and that’s where we stayed, just staring. This girl owned my heart.
Her dark hair hung down, her breasts heavy, dusty nipples pebbled. The only mar on her body was the cast she wore. I loved the swell of her hips, the slight roundness to her stomach. Penny ate what she wanted, occasionally worked out, and I didn’t want to change a thing. I shuffled closer, so close the tip of my dick touched her stomach.
My hands made their way to her hips and then snuck around to grip her fleshy behind. I loved that too. Penny was perfect for me.
“Love you, Pen,” I stated before latching onto her neck and sucking, hard. Her hands came to my waist as her head lulled back to allow me more room. I could feel her nipples on my chest and just knowing that she loved me had me wanting to blow my load, and she hadn’t even touched him.
“Shit.” I had to pull back, and sat on my heels.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?”
How could she do anything wrong, ever?
“With me, you can do whatever you like, Pen. You know that, don’t doubt it. But I’m so worked up I’m worried I’ll blow before we even begin.”
She snorted, loud and clear. “Want me to take the edge off?”
I swear to God I saw stars the minute she licked her lips. I just stared at her not really knowing how to answer that. Because, well, yeah, I wanted those lips on my dick but I knew for certain it would take a second and I would be undone. Penny didn’t give me time to think, though. Her small hand wrapped around me tightly and she moved. I threw my head back and looked at the fucking fairy lights trying to remember my dad’s birthday so I could still call myself a man.
When the tip of her tongue brushed the end, I growled. It felt so fucking good. She toyed with him for a few seconds, swirling around him lathering him in her saliva before her head sank forward and she took me as deep as she could go.
“Fuck,” I roared completely unprepared for it. My hand wove into her dark hair as her head bobbed in my lap. My cock hitting the back of her throat, her lips pulling me tight. It only took a minute maybe, and I was so close.
“I’m going to come, Pen. If you don’t want it you better move,” I warned her but her lips picked up pace, her hand squeezed me tighter and I couldn’t hold back. The base of my spine grew tight and my load hurtled out and into her awaiting mouth with so much force, it nearly winded me. She continued to suck until there was nothing left and my dick softened. He wouldn’t be down for long, not with what I had planned. Once she pulled free, I laid her on the bed and placed myself next to her.
“You didn’t have to.” But fuck am I glad she did.
“We’re in this together. Now get me some champagne to wash it down.”
I snorted but I did as she asked. I let her take a few sips before making her lay back. The cold liquid had her skin pebbling in no time as I let it fall onto her skin. Her hips squirmed and her breathing picked up. I licked up the liquid sucking in a nipple before moving to the other one. I slid down her body licking at her skin until the champagne disappeared between her folds. The flute vanished over the edge of the bed and I opened her legs so I could get between them. She was glistening with wetness, both champagne and her own arousal. Her scent hit me straight away, and I knew I’d have to taste. I kissed her heated mound before letting my tongue dip lower.
“Argh, please.” Her hips thrust in my face, moving my hands to the top of her thighs, I held her legs down and licked her again. I paid closer attention to the little nub hiding before lapping at her hole. “Tell me?”
Her hips tried to rotate a few times before she huffed. “I love you. Now, fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I lifted myself and lined my cock up with her entrance. He slipped in just a fraction, she was wet and hot, even though I just blew the urge had already begun to build. I pushed in all the way, holding myself deep inside of her. “You’ll be the death of me,” I growled before moving back out until just the tip hovered and then slamming home again. She grunted with the force, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She looked like a freaking fantasy all laid out before me.
“No more hiding, Pen,” I grunted as I slid back in. Her hips widened as she wrapped her legs around mine.
“No more, I’m yours.” Her pants became short and sweet, color filled her cheeks.
“You’ll have my babies, be my wife, make me a king.” I held deep not moving as her eyes swam into focus.
Her brow furrowed a little. “Right, I can do that.”
I brought my lips to hers and eased down a little closer to her. Her bad arm nestled at her side. My thrusts were sharp, my pelvis grinding against her core with every move, and I could feel her tightening around me with every stroke. I wanted to feel this every fucking day.
“Tell me?”
I sank a hand between us and with two short flicks, Penny was squeezing the ever loving fuck out of my cock as her body spasmed beneath me. I thrust a little harder, nearly there.
“Tell me.” I ground deep holding myself in.
“I love you,” she panted.
I placed my lips on hers and powered home. Holding myself deep as I let my cum fill her. Her body tightening around me as I unloaded.
I stayed inside of her until there was nothing left. Both panting and sweaty, we rolled to our sides and looked at each other.
“Love you.” She smiled.
“Fucking love you more,” I growled snapping up her lips once again. If she kept saying those words we were never leaving this bed, it was pretty darn simple.
Epilogue
Penny
Two and a half years later...
It had taken way longer than either one of us had expected. Turns out I had trouble getting pregnant, who would have thought. The amount of sex we had I thought for sure we would have conceived quickly, but we just didn’t.
The strain had been real at times. I felt like a complete failure as a woman, but Mason brought me back and walked me through it like he always did. It’s hard to watch those around us have kids and get pregnant again without even trying. While knowing that if this time didn’t work, then we would be off to a fertility specialist.
Perfection. A cute little nose, bow lips, dark hair.
“That’s it I’m fucked,” Mason said once again staring down at the little gem we had yet to name. “I mean look at her, if she looks like you then I'm going to jail for sure.” He looked tortured he really did.
“Well, if you did your job right,” I hummed bringing my lips to her head.
“I did my job just fine,” he snapped, and I had to laugh. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
“Yup.”
“I’m fucked.” And we were back to this.
Yesterday in a rush that was not at all expected, at only thirty-seven weeks, little Miss Mansfield decided she wanted out. I hadn’t been prepared at all. No hospital bag even though Lucy had been at me to pack one for about a month, but I thought I had lots of time. The nursery still sat unpainted, I hadn’t washed any of her bassinet sheets. I was such a slacker.
“You’ll do fine, she’ll be Daddy’s little girl in no time,” I offered up puckering my lips, he didn’t leave me hanging and placed a kiss to them.
“You did amazing, darlin’. Love you so much. Thank you so much.” Emotional Mason wasn’t someone I was used to, but he got a little teary these past few days. I loved how it affected him and that he was not afraid to show it.
“I was going to say anytime, but I think we might hold off for a while.” While I loved her more than words, the birth had not gone as I had hoped. There were stitches where no one should ever get stitches and I still wasn’t sure if I would ever let Mason back down there at all. Like ever.
“I’d be happy with just her and you, Pen. Never doubt that.” This man owned my heart and so did this little girl who we needed to name.
“Got any names?” I threw it out there because we hadn’t talked about it. We avoided it, I think because deep down I wanted something for my mom but I didn’t know if that would offend Mason and his mom, Cathy.
“I got plenty, but why don’t you tell me what you want, Pen? I know you have one.” Those gentle eyes completely understood and I burst into tears. Hormones were horrid things.
“But I want you happy,” I whined, tears falling down my face. My little gem moved in my arms letting out a noise before settling.
“I’m happy with you, that’s not going to change unless you want to call her Andromeda. Please don’t call her Andromeda.”
I snorted a little and sighed. I was content, so content with my little lot in life right now.
“I would love to name her after Mom, but she needs her own identity, so how about Emmeline Grace Mansfield.” Grace was my mom’s name, it fit, and I hoped he liked it.
“Welcome to the world, Emmeline Grace.” He took her from my arms and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “If you want to clean up a little go for it, but you look perfect to me. Logan wants a visit.” With that he strolled out of my room with my baby and left me to my thoughts. I gingerly went to the bathroom and tidied up my face a little, thankful for the loose sweatshirt and leggings I had on. I felt kind of normal but oh so sore.
Logan stuck his head in the door. “Hey there.” He smiled, small crinkles at the edge of his eyes. I noticed that he came alone, meaning I didn’t get to snuggle with my cute little nephews. “Luce and John have the flu, so they’re staying away. Charlie is snuffy, so he stayed home, too.” He stopped at my side and leaned forward to kiss my head. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Penny. She’s beautiful. Mom would be proud, too.” And cue the tears. “Awe, honey, don’t cry.” He perched on the side of my bed and hugged me to his side. “Mason’s showing her off to Harry, he’ll be in shortly.”
I nodded into Logan’s chest and burrowed into this side. His scent familiar and his warmth reminded me that he loved me.
“This is one of those times where you need your mom.”
“Yeah, baby, it is. And there will be plenty more. But you have Luce and me and don’t forget Cathy. We’re all in this together.” That we were.
Mason came through the door a few moments later with Emmeline in his arms and a huge smile on his face, he faltered a little when he looked at us. “We can go for a stroll,” he offered, but I shook my head.
Logan snuck out from under me and patted the bed. “Nah, man, you stay I’ll go. Take care of my girls. Love you guys.” With a kiss to Emmeline’s head, he was waving as he walked out.
“You okay?” Mason took Logan’s spot, and we stared at our precious little gift in awe.
“Never been better.”
It was true. I had my own little family, I had support, and I had the love of my life. I had everything I needed, and I knew even though my parents were no longer here they were watching us, and I was happy with that.
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The Stud
Logan
Lifting my cowboy hat I wiped at the sweat on my brow. Texas heat is no joke, you’d expect after living in it for thirty-three years I’d acclimatize, but it took me by surprise every single year. It only contributed to my piss-poor mood.
I worked hard to make my business successful. I built Anderson Stud up to be a recognized brand. Horses I bred had won millions of dollars and were highly sought after. To think an employee, one who’d been here for a mere few weeks, would consider stealing from me infuriated me. I already struggled to trust people, everyone seemed to be in it for themselves these days. Once people learned you came from money or suspected you must because you owned a business. What they don’t care to think about is the fact that I too had bills. A fucking mountain of bills so that I could produce high-quality stock.
If I was my father, I would fire their ass. Perhaps call in the police and have them barred from working in the county by making a few calls, but I wasn’t my father and he may not have agreed with my tactics. In the six years since my parents’ death, I’d done things around here my way. I hoped that it was not coming back to bite me in the ass right about now. With a hectic few months ahead, I didn’t have time to check out the surveillance footage of the entire premises every single day. An employer should have some faith in the character of their employees. Over the years sometimes people took small items like lead ropes, blankets, and shovels. They were a consumable resource in this business. Dad had told me of people taking a pail of feed here and there, some tried to take molasses. A guy once trying to steal frozen semen had been the worst occurrence until now. I made my way to my office talk to Mason, my best buddy, and tech guru, to find out who I would fire today.
I stormed into the small office at the front of our mare stables. This is where all the mares foaled, so it needed to be easy access all the time. I lifted my hat off and set it on a hook on the wall, loving the cool air on my overheated skin.
Mason sat at my desk, brow furrowed as he studied at something on a laptop. His black ball cap hid his dark hair, but concern laced his features.
“What did you find?” I sank into the seat opposite him, tempted to swing my legs up on my desk but I lacked the energy.
“Well,” he kind of hummed for a moment before shifting his eyes to me. “You can see the truck clear as day, license plate and all. I’m still not convinced that w
e have the right person.”
“How can it not be the right person? The truck is a match.”
“Oh yeah. It’s parked out back right now.” He thumbed over his shoulder to where most of the employees parked their vehicles.
“Then, what? Show me what ya found.” I reached for the laptop and Mason let me take it.
“It’s dark, a little hard to see, but it is enough.” I nodded and played the snippet he’d set up.
The time stamp stated, 3:37a.m. on Wednesday, which lined up. The truck is old, the color faded, hard to make that out, but the odd black door and license plate would make it practically impossible to mistake. My blood boiled as the screen displayed the way the men treated the foal. Bound at the legs, bag over its head, the poor thing. Only four weeks old, and they took it away from its mama, who still called for her baby. The two men, both skinny and unkept loaded her none too gently into the bed of the truck. One hopped in with the foal and the other into the passenger seat, the truck sped away, no lights on.
“How did I not hear them?” Sound traveled for miles out here. The place was dead quiet most nights so if a horse sneezed, I heard. The stables sat just 200 yards from the house.
“Don’t know man, but they took the foal. What they did with her, well my hunch is they tried to sell her, but people around here would recognize her,” Mason shrugged his shoulders a little. Being too young to brand, I would be relying on honest, good people to get her back.