The Marriage Pact: A Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  Chapter 22

  Ash

  His tongue felt so good running slowly along the roof of my mouth, and my legs began to shake on the balcony of the most beautiful hotel I’d ever seen. I knew my stomach was hungry for food, but my body was hungry for him. I didn’t want to waste another second that didn’t include being pressed against his body.

  He drew back and took my hands within his, and he slowly pulled me back into the hotel. The lights somehow dimmed as we walked through the hotel suite and into the bedroom, and when he slowly shut the door behind me, I had to stop and take it all in.

  The bed was massive, and there was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I realized the massive balcony stretched all the way over to our room and that the hot tub I saw steaming outside actually sat on the part of the balcony that was beside our room.

  “This is incredible,” I said.

  I felt his arms snake around my body, and his lips lightly landed onto my neck. I slowly drew in a breath of air through my nose while his soft lips nipped at the nape of my neck. All I could think about was falling into bed with him. I’d missed him more than I’d admitted to myself, and I wanted to think that we could make this work. I wanted to think that his concerned, though idiotic, were warranted just like mine were.

  All I needed to know was that he was willing to battle it out with me.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said into my skin.

  I turned in his arms and crashed my lips into his, and his hands rushed to my hips and backed me into the bed. My hands made quick work of disrobing him and dropping his clothes to the floor. By the time we were both naked, our bodies were flushed red and shaking with wanton lust. I could feel the wetness growing between my thighs as he kissed down my chest. His lips wrapped around my pert nipples while my legs parted and accepted the whole of his body.

  “Oh, Mason.”

  He nibbled on my nipples until they were red with excitement. My hands wound tightly into his hair and pushed him to where I wanted him to be. His chuckle ricocheted through my body, and my heels planted themselves onto the edge of the bed. His tongue wasted no time in finding exactly where I wanted it to be.

  “God, you’re so wet, Ash,” Mason whispered into my pussy.

  “And it’s all for you,” I gasped.

  His tongue lapped at my entrance before I felt him slip a finger inside, and my body ignited with the burning passion I felt for him as my hips rolled into his face. He flicked my swollen nub and ran his hand along the swell of my ass. I felt my essence slowly dripping down the crack of my ass just as stars started to burst behind my eyes.

  “I’m almost there,” I moaned. “I’m almost there. I’m gonna come.”

  He flattened his tongue out over my clit and pressed in deep, and my body began to shake and convulse at his touch. My walls fluttered around his crooked finger, and my legs wrapped around his head and pulled him close. I felt my breasts bouncing with every tremble that wracked through my body before my back finally dropped down to the mattress.

  “Oh, my god,” I said.

  I felt him slowly pull out of me before he kissed all the way up my body. When his slickened lips finally got back to mine, I licked my tongue along his lips.

  “I taste good on you,” I said.

  “And you look good underneath me,” he said lowly.

  Our eyes caught one another’s, and I felt a shiver ricochet down my spine. Through all the sexual exploits we had taken together, I’d never felt more exposed or raw than at this moment. I slowly locked my feet around his calves, and I felt him line himself up with my entrance. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he slowly pushed into me.

  “Oh, Ash,” he said.

  I panted as he slowly bottomed out, his balls pressing against my ass, and when my hands slowly slid up his back, I felt him shake on top of me.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered lightly.

  He began rolling his hips into mine, and I felt my eyes flutter closed. He pressed light kisses to both of my eyelids before his lips kissed over to my ear. My fingertips began to dig into the meat of his back as the breath falling off his lips rumbled along the shell of my ear.

  “Open your eyes, Ash,” he beckoned.

  I fluttered my gaze open and found his eyes, and I couldn’t look away. A slight smile was on his face, and his hair tickled my forehead. I couldn’t help but raise up and capture his lips. He looked perfect in the dim light of the luxurious hotel, and when his hips slowly began to pick up the pace, I felt my eyes flutter shut again.

  “Keep them open, Ash. Let me see you. Please.”

  I felt him lean his forehead into mine as my hips slightly raised to meet his thrusts. Our breath started to intermingle as our eyes connected yet again. The heat rippling through my body was slow and languid, puckering my nipples and raising the hairs on the back of my neck. His dick felt so good inside of my body, and it seemed to curve up just slightly to hit me in all the right places. I slid the tips of my toes up the backs of his legs before the words started pouring from my mouth.

  “I’m so sorry, Mason. Please forgive me.”

  “I’m sorry, too, Ash. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

  His hips picked up the pace, and the bed slowly began to jostle. My hands flew to his hair while my eyes stayed hooked onto his. I could tell by the way his cheeks and dick twitched that he was about to reach his end. I started slapping my hips up against his before he dropped his head into the crook of my neck.

  “Come for me, Mason,” I whispered.

  “Oh, god, Ash. Yes. Just like that.”

  He stilled his body while my hips continued their upward assault. When I felt my pussy throb and pull his dick in closer, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we both went crashing to the bed. He pumped himself deep into me, and my body drank him down. As we laid there letting our juices slowly trickle out and stain the silk sheets we were laying on, I felt his lips on the shell of my ear once again.

  “I’ll never leave you again,” he whispered lightly.

  My heart leapt for joy before he slowly slid off my body, and I turned my smiling face to him and raised my hand up to cup his cheek.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “For what?” he panted.

  “For bringing me here. For showing me this. For answering that pathetic ad and for showing up at my work.”

  “The ad wasn’t pathetic,” he said.

  “It was, and thank you for looking past it.”

  I felt my eyes flutter closed, and the last thing I remember was feeling Mason’s hand run through my hair. When my eyes peeled themselves open the next morning, the sun was just beginning to stream through the balcony windows. Mason slept next to me. He looked so peaceful and handsome, the rise and fall of his chest gentle in the morning light, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me.

  I pressed light kisses into his chest while he stayed asleep, and I couldn’t help but take in his boyishly handsome features. He had a strong jawline and intense eyes, but his hair was thick and slightly longer than men usually wore it. His lips were full and thick, and his nose fit his face perfectly. His broad frame didn’t carry quite the amount of muscle it probably could.

  But god, his powerful body felt so good pressed against my naked body, and I reveled in how he felt until he finally groaned and pulled me closer to him.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” I said.

  “Morning,” he grunted.

  Everything about last night and this morning felt right. It felt right to wake up next to him, and it felt right to press my naked body into his. It felt right how his body filled me the way it did, and it felt right to have his dried come peppered against my thighs. Sure, we didn’t come from the same background, and we were both raised differently. Sure, our friends did different things for fun, and one of us had to work while the other didn’t. But who cared? I sure as hell didn’t. Because when we were together, something just clicked.

  Just like right now, while I wa
tched his eyes slowly flutter open. Just like right now, while he threw his arm around his eyes and begged the sun to go back to sleep. Just like right now, with my body molding perfectly into his.

  We just worked, even if there wasn’t an explanation as to why.

  My stomach let out a raucous growl, and it made me giggle while it caught Mason’s attention. He threw his hand off to the side and picked up the phone. He punched in a number and rattled off our breakfast order into the phone.

  We slowly rolled out of bed and took a shower together in the wonderful stone walk-in shower. Had it not been for the knock at the door, we probably would’ve gone another round before we actually pieced ourselves together for the day.

  We shared fruits, toast, and mimosas on the balcony while we watched the rest of the sun rise above the ocean. The entire time our feet were intertwined with one another’s underneath the table.

  “I thought maybe we’d venture out and explore the area today,” he said.

  “We could do that if you’d let me go home and pack some things,” I said.

  “Well, that’s easily remedied,” he said.

  “And how do you propose we do that? I’ve got nothing but the clothes on my back.”

  “You put them on, and then I go get you more clothes.”

  “You can’t buy me clothes. They’re my clothes!”

  “And I told you, I’d take care of you the entire weekend. We’ll go into town and get you some clothes, and then we can explore and go anywhere you’d like.”

  “And where do you propose we get the types of clothes I like to wear in a place like this?”

  “You just leave that to me,” he said, winking.

  We finished our breakfast and got dressed before we headed down to the front lobby. We took one of the hotel’s cars they had apparently provided for him, a Mercedes to be exact. Then we went into the main part of whatever town we were in. We drove by shopping malls and restaurants while I held his hand tightly. When the car came to a stopping point, we were in front of a place called Carmel-by-the-Sea. He parked the car and quickly got out. After he had opened my door and helped me out of the passenger’s seat, we walked into the luxury shopping complex.

  Then, we headed straight for a store I knew he’d been eyeing since we walked in.

  “Get anything you want,” he said.

  My eyes wandered around the store. The walls were lined floor-to-ceiling with clothes. I slowly walked around and was shocked to find clothes in my size in a place like this in California. But when I picked up the price tags, I almost vomited in my mouth. Seven hundred dollars for a shirt? Was he high?

  “Mason, I can’t—”

  “Anything you want, Ash,” he said lowly in my ear.

  He pressed a kiss to my cheek and started wandering to a wall at the back of the store. There was a part of me that was hoping there was a clearance rack somewhere. The clothes were in the types of styles I enjoyed wearing, but dear god, these prices were absolutely insane.

  Women were throwing dozens of pieces of clothing up onto the counter to check out, and the totals were ringing into the tens of thousands of dollars. Every single tag I looked at left me a little more breathless each time. This was yet another difference that separated Mason and me, but before I could let my mind run away from me, I felt his hand on the small of my back.

  “Let me spoil you, Ash. Stop thinking and just do as I ask. Let me do this for you.”

  I nodded and let go of the breath I was holding. He left my side again to give me some privacy. I decided I only needed two outfits for the rest of the weekend. I picked out a floral printed dress that hung off my shoulders and would brush around my knees with the wind of the balcony. I also found a nice pair of leggings and a beautiful tunic that I just couldn’t put down the moment I had picked it up. I looked over at Mason who was chatting with the front desk attendant, and when he pointed over at me, I saw the woman nod.

  Then, the woman ventured over to me with a massive smile on her face.

  “I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Mason wants you to take your time, and whenever you’re ready, just bring everything to the front. I’ve already got his payment information.”

  “Actually, I think I am ready,” I said.

  “Then I’ll be happy to help!”

  She took the garments from my hands and went on and on about how I had picked their most popular tunic. She talked about how she had one just like it and how she absolutely loved the dress I’d picked out. We were walking up to the desk and passed by an entire wall of lingerie that caught my eye.

  The woman was still rambling on about whatever it was she was talking about, and Mason was head-deep in his phone, so I took the opportunity to pull a few pieces of lingerie in my size that I thought he might like. One set was a lacy bra and panty set in a bright orange, and the other was a little lacy teddy with skimpy underwear that would do absolutely nothing to support my tits and was practically see-through.

  Oh, and it was red.

  I figured red would be a massive hit with him, especially if I put on my lipstick.

  I threw them on the counter quickly, and the woman caught what I was doing, so she made quick work of ringing them up and shoving them into the bag. She winked at me, and I smiled back at her. Just as she was handing the bag back to me, I felt Mason’s hand on the small of my back again.

  “Find anything you liked?” he asked.

  “Oh, I think she found plenty,” the woman behind the desk beamed.

  “Perfect,” he said.

  “So, where are we off to now?” I asked.

  “Anywhere you’d like to go,” he said.

  Chapter 23

  Mason

  I saw how hesitant Ash was to buy the clothes in the store, but I was determined to make her throw caution to the wind. I’d stepped out of my bubble to find her, and it had thrown me for a loop. I wanted to be there for her when she stepped out of her regular life.

  I knew she’d have to work past the prices and finally understand that she wasn’t paying for any of it. It warmed my soul when I watched her start to slowly begin plucking things from the racks and looking at them, instead of the price tags.

  And then, my phone rang.

  “Hello?” I asked without looking at the caller ID.

  “Mason! Sweetheart! Where in the world are you?”

  Great. Mom.

  “I’ve just taken the helicopter up the coast for the weekend. Everything all right?”

  “You didn’t leave a note or anything,” she said.

  “Well, you told me you had plans for the weekend, so I made plans as well.”

  “I’m shocked you’re not with Eva. I saw her for lunch yesterday!”

  “Sounds fantastic, Mom. Listen, is everything all right?”

  The last thing I wanted to do was hear that name while I was with Ash again. I was determined to make this weekend as special as I could for both of us, and I didn’t want any complications from our lives interrupting the beauty we had already jumpstarted. I was shocked enough that she was willing to forgive me, but I knew if I dug myself another hole, I might not be as fortunate next time.

  “Well, need I remind you we are set to leave for Milan at the beginning of next week?”

  “And I’ll be home in time for the family trip, I promise, Mom.”

  “I mentioned the trip to Eva, and she seemed delighted!”

  My heart sank. “What, Mom?”

  “I mentioned the family trip to Eva. After all, this time next year, she will be family, and I thought she would enjoy it. I told her I could take her wedding dress shopping in the heart of Milan.”

  “I don’t remember proposing, Mom,” I said lowly.

  “Oh, don’t be silly,” she said breezily. “You’ll get around to it.”

  “Mom. I do not love Eva. No one is proposing marriage to Eva.”

  “Nonsense. She’s a wonderful woman!”

  “Mom—”

  “Mason. I know you
believe in true love and all that nonsense, and I know you’ve been gallivanting around just like Winston has been the past few years. Eva has watched you court around other women and held her head high, just like a fiance should.”

  “I haven’t proposed, Mother!”

  “But you will,” she said sternly.

  “No, I won’t,” I declared. I had now officially had enough. I glanced over at Ash who was walking up to the register, and I knew I had to cut the call short, thank god.

  “Eva will be going on the trip to Milan, and I thought it would be a beautiful place to propose,” my mother suggested.

  “Then you’ll be sorely disappointed,” I sighed.

  “I should hope not. Your father would be rolling over in his grave if he knew—”

  “That I was marrying someone I didn’t love? Funny, he got to marry someone he loved.”

  My mother fell silent on the end of the line, and although I knew she was saddened, I meant every word I said. My father revolted against my grandmother so he could marry the woman I was now arguing with on the other end of the line. My mother was hardly my grandmother’s choice for my father, and here she was, forcing me to do the same thing while my father’s legacy flew from her lips.

  And then, an idea popped into my head, and I knew exactly how I was going to get my mom to drop the Eva issue altogether.

  “I gotta go, Mom. I’ll see you in time for Milan.”

  “Mason, wait—”

  I hung up the phone just as the woman handed Ash her bag, and when she turned to me, she had a massive smile on her face. It warmed my heart to see her so content and happy, and when she walked up to me, she asked me what was next.

  I wanted her to have the perfect day, so I told her we could go do anything she wanted. I was surprised when she wanted to go back to the hotel. We climbed into the Mercedes and made our way back to the penthouse, and when we walked into the room, she quickly began shedding her clothes.