Sam smiled. “She . . . can’t walk this morning,” he confessed with a slight blush on his face.
We all widened our eyes at him. “Bet Marcy’s a happy bunny this morning,” Courtney laughed.
Mason turned to us, “Full English or pancakes?”
“Pancakes,” everyone answered.
I slipped off the chair to retrieve the ingredients from the pantry for the pancakes and stopped dead as I glanced at Mason. His eyes were dark and hooded and he was biting his bottom lip. “You okay?” I asked, the sight of him made me throb heavily.
“I was just remembering the last time we made pancakes.” He gave me a dark grin. I closed my eyes and swallowed heavily.
“Oh God, I remember the last time you both made pancakes! I got a good look at Mase’s arse through the kitchen window,” Sam scoffed. I blushed furiously and lowered my face but Mason just gave me that lazy grin of his.
“Breakfast, I’m hungry.” I slapped his wonderful arse and we all set to it.
Sam disappeared to take some breakfast up to Marcy.
“What’s on the agenda today guys?” I asked.
“Thought we’d take a walk this morning and the girls might want to shop this afternoon, and then clubbing tonight, it is Christmas Eve after all,” Greg said as he placed the dishes into the dishwasher.
“Well what are you guys gonna do while we shop?” Courtney asked.
Greg cocked his head as if she were stupid. “Xbox,” he answered frankly. Both me and Courtney rolled our eyes.
“No fighting when you lose,” I warned them both and Mason grinned.
“Yeah Greg, no sulking when you lose,” he mocked.
“In your dreams, Fox” he gloated. Me and Courtney shook our heads.
“I better change then if we’re hiking, I can’t go in these,” I said as I looked down at my skirt and top.
“You could always just take them off,” Mason waggled his eyebrows at me.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “It’s a bit cold out there to go naked baby,” I shrugged in disappointment. “You can always help me change though.” I bit my bottom lip seductively.
Mason groaned. “God! I love your pregnancy hormones. You’re insatiable woman!” he chuckled, strolled over to me and lifted me over his shoulder, careful of my stomach.
“Won’t be long,” he told Courtney and Greg. They laughed when Mason smacked my arse and I squealed happily.
“Do that again,” I breathed huskily.
“You like that Ava?” he whispered back.
“Fuck yeah! Spank me!” I panted against him.
“Fuck!” he choked out and took the stairs two at a time, slammed the bedroom door open and kicked it shut behind him and placed me on the bed.
“Wait,” he ordered as he disappeared into his suitcase and lifted a pair of handcuffs at me, grinning widely. Ahh, so now last nights question made sense.
“Strip,” he demanded. My core clenched.
I stood, grasped the hem of my top and pulled it over my head slowly, holding it against my side for a moment and then let it drop.
Mason’s eyes darkened as he took in my black lace bra. I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, pushing it over my belly and hips, letting it pool at my ankles and revealing my stockings and suspender belt that matched my bra and thong.
“Dear God, you are so beautiful,” he breathed as he stalked over to me slowly and ran the back of his fingers down my cheek.
His mouth crashed over mine suddenly in a demanding and brutal kiss. “Kneel on the bed and hold onto the headboard.” I did as he asked.
He knelt at the side of me and fixed one handcuff to me, threaded it through the bars of the headboard and fastened the other one to my other wrist. He slipped his little finger in to make sure they weren’t too tight and gazed at me for a few moments, his breathing heavy and loud in the silent room.
“You look so fucking hot like this, Ava.” He stripped naked, his huge erection throbbing against his stomach and I moaned at the sight of him.
“You want me baby?” he asked as he climbed behind me.
“Yes. Hard,” I whispered, moaning loudly as he nudged my legs open with his knee.
His finger swept up my groove and I pushed my bottom back against him. “You’re drenched, Ava,” he groaned and slid his fingers into the edge of my thong, twisted and snapped them.
“Didn’t you like them?” I asked.
“Covered what I need,” he retorted seriously as his tongue suddenly swept up my wet flesh. I moaned loudly as his finger traced down the length of my spine, over my anus where it pressed against me slightly and then straight into my pussy.
I pushed back on to him as he licked at my clit, lighting my insides up. He sucked at me as his fingers pounded into me and I was soon building, my muscles tightening rapidly.
He removed his finger and mouth and just as I was about to protest, he slapped my arse hard and slammed into me deeply.
“MASON!”
“Again?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Fuck yes!”
His hand rubbed gently on my backside and then ‘Slap’ he brought his palm down firmly and slammed in to me again, right to the hilt, knocking at my womb. “Arghhhh!”
God this was hot!
“Once more and I’m gonna come, Ava,” he yelled.
I nodded. “YES DO IT! Spank my arse, Mason.” I smashed back against him.
One hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back as my hands chafed against the handcuffs and ‘Slap,’ this one was even harder. The pain mixed with the pleasure of his hard drive into me spilled us both over the edge, both of us yelling each other’s name as we exploded together.
We struggled to breathe as Mason rested his head on my back. “Oh Fuck Ava. You blow my mind.” All I could do was nod.
He chuckled, slipping out of me and went to get the key for the handcuffs, unlocking me and removing them. He kissed the red welts gently and then kissed me tenderly.
“Wow” I breathed. “Wow.”
“Yeah, me too.” He smiled as he pulled me into his side and kissed my head. “You are amazing Ava.” We both sighed and relaxed until someone tapped on our door.
“Now you’ve both finished screaming, do you think you can get ready for this walk?” Greg laughed from the other side of the door.
“Oh God,” I grimaced into Mason’s’ chest.
“Fuck off, Greg!” Mason laughed and pulled me tight “Don’t worry about it Ava, I wasn’t exactly quiet either.” He shrugged but I scowled.
“Yeah but you’re a bloke.”
He laughed again. “And?”
I shrugged this time, “Well . . . I dunno but it’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s fucking hot when I make you scream Ava and Hell! You make me scream. I’ve never cried out as I’ve come before you.” He tilted my head back and kissed my nose. “I like to listen to you Ava; it turns me on to know that I’m pleasuring you enough to make you scream.” He cocked his head and I submitted, smiling widely at him.
“Oh you pleasure me alright,” I chuckled and he beamed at me.
“I’m pleased, baby.” He rolled us upwards.
“Come on, dressed.” He slapped my thigh and I widened my eyes at him in pleasure.
“Can’t we go again?”
“Later, baby.” He kissed my cheek. “I can’t seem to get enough of you either.” He winked and pulled on his jeans, commando style. I knew I would struggle to control myself on this walk, knowing there was only a little zip between me and my man’s wonderful cock.
* * *
“I need to find Mason something for Christmas that’s a little bit special,” I told Courtney and Marcy as we strolled around a shopping centre.
“Ooh that’s gonna be difficult. What about Rebecca?” Marcy grumbled but Courtney shrugged.
“Why is it? He could just say you bought it for him when you were both in a relationship or he could say it’s something his family have bought him.
” She picked up a stunning red silk dress.
“Ooh I like that.”
She nodded, “Yeah, I have Greg’s credit card.” She waggled her eyebrows at us.
“Wow, you’re in the good books,” I laughed and she grinned.
“I think after last night he’d buy me my own fucking island!”
“Oh yeah Ava, thanks for that, Sam went wild,” Marcy laughed. I shook my head humorously at them both.
Courtney bought the dress, and me and Marcy picked out an outfit for tonight. We strolled round a few more shops until we came to a faux market street area. It was filled with quaint little shops, beauty parlours and photography studios. I grinned widely as we came to a shop with blacked out windows. “Okay ladies, let’s have some fun,” I giggled as I opened the door.
Marcy frowned at me oblivious to what was inside. Courtney grinned, grabbed Marcy’s hand and pulled her through. We both laughed when Marcy’s jaw dropped. “It’s a sex shop,” she whispered. Courtney grinned and I nodded to her.
“Treat Sam, it is Christmas after all,” Courtney giggled as she started to browse.
I knew exactly what I was after and approached a shelf full of toys.
Marcy approached the lingerie and Courtney went over to the bondage equipment. I nearly passed out as I saw her eyes light up at a leather whip and flogger. She turned and beamed at me excitedly. I chuckled to myself as I picked up a few items, grinning happily to myself before joining Marcy for some sexy underwear.
We left the shop and an idea burst into my head. “I’m gonna nip in the photographers guys, you wanna come with me but I might be a while or do you wanna grab coffee?”
“We’ll come with you,” they both said. I nodded, pleased because I could use their advice.
A couple of hours later we were enjoying coffee while I waited for my photos to be developed. “What do you thinks gonna happen with Mason and Rebecca?” Courtney asked and I sighed.
“To be honest I’m not sure but there’s no way I’m letting him marry that bitch.” They both nodded at me solemnly. “It’s such a mess,” I moaned, rubbing my face with my hands.
Courtney stroked my back. “There must be something we can do,” she expressed angrily. “That family needs sorting out.”
‘The whole family is just . . . wrong!!’
My eyes snapped to hers. “What?” she asked when I grinned widely.
“I fucking love you Courtney Williams.” I kissed her fully on the lips as an idea formed in my mind. I needed to contact William Jackson when I got back, but I was determined to enjoy my first Christmas with Mason before the shit hit the fan.
I was still beaming as we drove back to the cabin. “Don’t say anything to the others about my idea, I mean it, Mason will kick off and try and stop me” I warned Courtney and Marcy.
They nodded. “Are you sure about this Ava?” Courtney asked; worry marring her pretty face but I nodded determinedly.
“Shit yes! I love that man and I will risk my life for him.”
Courtney pulled me in for a hug and we both pulled Marcy in. “Girl fucking power” Courtney shouted and we all laughed.
CHAPTER 16
“WOW, BABY,” MASON breathed on the nape of my neck as I put the finishing touches to my make-up in the floor length mirror. I was wearing the dress I had bought that afternoon; a simple little black dress with spaghetti straps but it had a deep ‘V’ down the back and front and the whole midriff section was a sheer see-through material that started just above the lowest part of my breasts, so you could determine the outline of them and it finished across my navel. The skirt was made of flowing segments and was knee length.
I couldn’t wear a bra with it so I was hoping Mason wouldn’t kick off at the risqué style but, it seemed he liked it.
“You like it?” I asked him, locking his gaze through the mirror.
“You look stunning,” he whispered in my ear as his finger traced the contour of my breasts over the gauze.
“You look hot,” I told him huskily as I took in his appearance. He was wearing black fitted trousers that clung to his strong hips and thighs and a simple fitted black shirt with white piping detail along the edges. It showcased his powerful chest and arms. His hair was its usual messy but short style and his designer stubble was trimmed a little bit shorter than normal; he made my mouth dry and my insides throb.
“Wow,” I sighed as he pushed his erection into my back. I groaned and pushed back against him.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to watch you all night without bending you over and fucking you raw,” he growled, his teeth nibbling my neck and his thumb sweeping over my erect nipple. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck as I slipped my hand behind me and cupped his erection, caressing him lightly.
“Ready guys?” Greg shouted and tapped on the door.
“That bloody man,” I snarled.
Mason chuckled. “Come on, baby.” He took my hand as I slipped into my black heels and led me downstairs as the others were already waiting for us.
“Sorry,” I grimaced as they tapped their feet impatiently.
“You two were at it again?” Courtney laughed.
“No,” I answered, affronted.
“We would have been if Greg hadn’t come a’ knockin.’” Mason laughed as he kissed my blushed cheek and we all piled into the waiting limo.
* * *
The nightclub was hot, heaving and loud. We found a corner booth and the men went to fetch drinks. Almost immediately Courtney, Marcy and I were approached by a couple of men in suits.
“Hey ladies.” A tall blonde haired guy grinned and slid in beside me as his eyes swept over us and settled on my chest.
I rolled my eyes. “Up here!” I groaned as I pointed to my sarcastic fake smile.
My mood had darkened on the way to the club, my pregnancy hormones making me surly. I was tired, my swollen feet hurt. I was worried about what was to come and I wasn’t relishing a night out with no alcohol. Mason had frequently asked what was wrong but I shook him off. He was frowning at me, completely baffled by the time we entered the club.
The bloke’s eyes rose to my face. “Sorry gorgeous, your friends just caught my attention there.” He smirked, gesturing to my chest.
I pulled a ‘What the hell?’ expression and shook my head in astonishment. “Piss—off!” I growled at him and he held his hands up.
“Whoa hot stuff, I’m only saying hello.”
“Saying hello to me or my tits?” I scoffed. Courtney sniggered and leaned into Marcy.
“Here we go.”
“Well aren’t you a fiery little thing,” he said huskily as he swept a finger down my arm.
“Fuck—Off,” I snarled slowly as I took his finger in my hand and snapped it backwards with force.
“Fuck!” he cried, “Okay, okay.” His friends all laughed loudly and I let go. He slid back out of the booth and bumped into Mason’s solid chest as he stood.
Mason was glaring at him, that familiar malicious glint in his eyes. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her. Again!”
Blondie held up both hands. “Sorry mate.” He cowered and stalked off.
“Thank you, Darling.” I grinned at Mason, fluttering my eyelashes at my hero.
“Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off?” he snapped, narrowing his eyes on me.
I blinked, wide eyed at him. “I did.”
He slammed my drink on the table. “Before he sat down?” he demanded, placing both of his hands on the table and leaning into my face.
I flicked a glance at Courtney who was staring at Mason, her eyes wide and bulging. “I didn’t get the chance,” I upheld with a tip of my head.
He glared at me and I shrank back slightly at the coldness in his eyes but then they softened a little. “Next time tell them to fuck off before they sit down!” he barked at me.
“Dance” Courtney said and grabbed my hand, pulling me out and across to the floor as she
waved Marcy over.
“What the hell was that?” she asked as we started to move to the music.
“He gets like that,” I admitted, a little embarrassed as I started to sway beside her, the beat of the music controlling my hips impulsively.
“Jesus, control freak or what?” she shouted in my ear.
I shrugged. “He just gets a bit possessive,” I shouted back.
She scoffed with her brows high and haughty. “A bit?” I scowled at her and shook my head, telling her to leave it as Marcy joined us and we danced like lunatics.
An hour later I was hot and exhausted.
“I’m going to find the loo!” I shouted. Courtney and Marcy nodded as I teetered across the room on my impossible, now regretful heels.
I found the toilets easy enough and was amazed they were empty, expecting a queue a mile long because I was bursting. Locking myself into a cubicle and relieving myself I closed my eyes for a few moments, utterly shattered. This pregnancy was tiring me out; god knows what I would be like at nine months.
The outer door opened and closed and I frowned when I didn’t actually hear anyone enter. Shrugging, I flushed and straightened my dress out and opened the door to be shoved back harshly into the toilet wall by Blondie.
He grabbed my face roughly. “Hey bitch,” he snarled. I froze, he was a picture of pure viciousness; his blue eyes glinted in anger, veins pulsed in his temple and his jaw was clenched.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Think Ava!
“Have I pissed you off?” I asked between my squashed teeth trying to buy some time to think.
He laughed coldly. “Oh yeah, I think you need to be taught a lesson in manners.” He slid his hand down to my throat and tightened his grip.
Shit! He was gonna choke me to death in a fucking toilet of all places!
He pressed up against me and licked my cheek, as his other hand grabbed my breast roughly.
What was it with men assaulting me every time I was pregnant? Think Ava!
I closed my eyes and took a huge breath. “Remove your fucking hand now!” I growled out. He sneered and squeezed my boob harder. “I will ask once more . . . move your hand,” I warned. His hand tightened on my throat this time.
“And what you gonna do, whore?” he laughed.
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