Chapter 4 #2
Once again, I grabbed her pills, but this time, instead of tossing one, I dangled it above her head.
Her gaze narrowed as she outstretched a palm. I clicked my tongue and shook my head.
“Say please,” I cooed.
“Do you want another baby?” she asked, planting her hands on her hips. I fought the urge to smile.
“No, I want my kitten to be polite.” I shook the packet, causing the pills to rattle.
Mason cocked her hip against the counter. She tried to look angry, but all she accomplished was looking cute as fuck.
“Please, Lucian, can I have my birth control?” I teased, trying my best to imitate her voice.
“Give me the fucking pill!” she snapped.
First noodle cravings. Now mood swings.
Yeah, Mason was pregnant.
That meant there was no way in hell she was getting these.
Without looking, I tossed the pack over my shoulder. It landed with a dull thud that sounded like it hit the top of the cabinet.
Mason’s eyes widened as she gasped.
“You get that down right now,” she ordered, punctuating her demand with a sassy little snap of her fingers. Normally I didn’t like being told what to do, but I loved that my girl felt comfortable enough around me to boss me around.
Still, her little ass wasn’t in charge.
“You do it,” I said, leaning back against the counter.
“I’m not tall enough!”
Ooh, her cheeks were turning red. She was pissed.
“Then climb.” I gestured to the counter with a lazy tilt of my chin.
She hesitated for a beat, looking up at the cabinets and then down at the counter. With the world’s smallest groan, she pushed past me and started to hoist herself up.
“You’re a dick,” she grunted.
And that crossed a line. I waited for her to fully climb up before plucking her off the surface like she weighed nothing.
A gasp rocketed through her chest as I spun her around, pinning her against the stainless steel fridge.
Her legs encircled my waist like a hungry python getting ready to squeeze the life out of its prey.
“You’re not in charge, fucktoy,” I hissed, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.
When I pulled back, her freckles were blooming with color, and her pupils were blown wide. Mason liked sex more than most porn stars—not a judgment, just a fact. She was open about what she liked. How she liked it. Who she liked it with.
And from the look on her face? It wasn’t hard to figure out she hadn’t gotten off this morning.
Yet.
Still holding her against the fridge, I let one hand slip under the thin material of her tank top. My fingers slid over her silky-smooth skin until I reached her breasts. I pinched her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath my fingers.
She barely suppressed a whine, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Her legs tensed, grinding against me with a need she couldn’t contain.
My grip on her ass tightened as I slipped my wandering hand into her shorts.
“I can’t even pick you up without you soaking your panties, and you think you’re in charge?” I snorted.
“It’s not like that,” she murmured.
“Then what’s it like? Because right now, I see you dripping wet and trying to boss me around.”
Her gaze fell from mine. I cupped her chin, squeezing her cheeks just enough to force her to look at me again. Guilt flickered across her face. I couldn’t tell if she felt bad for mouthing off—or just sorry I wasn’t letting her get away with it.
Without breaking eye contact, I reached behind her and slammed my palm against the fridge's ice dispenser. The machine groaned, then rattled. Cubes fell fast, clattering to the floor—one stayed behind, landing in my hand.
I lifted it slowly, letting her see it melt between my fingers.
Her lips twitched like she wanted to smile, but she wasn’t ready to let me win.
“Do you know what this is for?” I rasped.
“I read a novel where they shoved it up the girl’s ass,” Mason blurted, tripping over the words.
I almost forgot her books were more adventurous than I’d ever be. I was a little stunned, that was her first thought.
Wordlessly, I pressed the cube to her collarbone. Her head snapped back against the fridge with a soft thunk.
“Fuck, ah—” She turned her face as I yanked the neckline of her tank top down and swirled the ice over her nipple.
Pearls of milk beaded at the tip. I leaned in and greedily lapped them away.
Her milk tasted a little like honey and vanilla. I enjoyed it, so I sucked harder.
“Jesus Christ,” she groaned, twining her fingers in my hair.
I pulled away with a satisfying pop and grinned at her.
“Wrong man, baby girl.” I used the ice to cool the spot my mouth had just warmed.
She bucked against me like she didn’t care I could drop her any second. Maybe because she knew I’d rather die than hurt a single hair on her pretty little head.
I pushed up the hem of her tank top and ran the cube down her exposed stomach. A drop of water pooled in the divot of her abs and trickled lower, meandering along the stretch-marked skin from her pregnancy with Rosie.
God, I couldn’t wait to see her like that again. My brain waged a mental bet—when would she start to show? Six weeks? Eight? Would she tell anyone? Would she tell me?
Focus.
I brought the cube down to the waistband of her shorts.
“You gonna tell me what else they do with ice in your books?” I teased.
Mason beamed and shook her head.
Guess I’d have to figure it out.
Her entire body stiffened like she’d grabbed a live wire when I slipped what remained of the cube under the band of her shorts. Before she could recover, I pressed it to her clit, moving it back and forth.
I started slowly, testing the waters, waiting to hear our safeword: trust.
She didn’t say it.
So I picked up the pace, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. She let out a desperate mmmmm, and my cock sprang to attention like a fucking Jack-in-the-box.
A beautiful rose hue crept up Mason’s chest, turning her a delectable shade of pink. Just as I thought she’d come from the ice, the cold faded. I hadn’t even noticed how numb my fingers had gotten, but I could barely feel the heat of her cunt.
She pulsed against me—like her needy little body was begging for release.
And who was I to deny her, when she looked so fucking pretty coming undone?
I yanked my hand out of her pants and kissed her like a starving man searching for food between her lips. Together, we slid down the fridge onto the floor. I positioned her on her back and yanked off her shorts the second I had the chance.
Black stubble surrounded her petal-pink lips, which glistened with arousal and melted ice. I lazily rubbed between her folds, coating myself in her essence as she jerked at the sensation.
I loved seeing her like this—my sweet, put-together, mild-mannered Masie, writhing on the floor like a wild animal desperate for her fix. I brought my fingers to my lips and noisily sucked the taste of her off.
“My wife,” I growled, thick with possessiveness. “You are perfect.”
She smiled and extended a hand, beckoning me closer.
Without hesitation, I unbuckled my belt and shoved my jeans down. The metal clanked against the floor as I positioned myself over her, cock aching to be inside.
I wasn’t gentle. Not like I should have been.
I plunged every inch of me into her on the first thrust. The feel of her wet heat wrapping around me like a vice was almost enough to make me come.
I pistoned in and out of her with enough force to make her tits shake. Mason gasped and moaned, her hands anchoring to my biceps, nails bit into my flesh. Hopefully, rosy crescents would bloom after our escapades. I certainly wouldn’t complain. I’d wear every mark she gave me like armor.
Her moans grew frantic, her hips arching. I went faster, wrapping a hand around her throat and squeezing lightly. Mason froze, breathing sharp and shallow, then came hard.
As much as I wanted to fill her and watch it drip out—maybe rub it into her skin—I didn’t.
I wouldn’t give her any reason to remember that fucking pill.
So I pulled out and stroked myself twice.
Cum spilled from me in thick, pearly ribbons, coating her stomach and the rolled-up tank top I hadn’t bothered to take off.
Her skin was slick with sweat as she looked down and groaned.
“Really?” she whined.
I chuckled and kissed her cheek.
“Go shower, mi vida. While you get clean, I’ll make your noodles.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, forcing herself up on shaky legs. I wasn’t faring much better. I used the counter to steady myself as I redid my pants.
The second the shower started in the distance, I let myself relax.
But still, in the back of my mind, a quiet fear lingered.
What if she remembered the pill? Or worse—what if she realized exactly what I’d done?
I couldn’t focus on that.
I could only hope Mason’s girlfriend would keep her distracted long enough to forget.