Chapter 12 – Mason
MASON
We ate dinner at the table with Kaylie asking one hundred and one questions about everything under the sun.
She started asking Everly questions about us and what we will do now that we’re married.
Like, if she thought we would always live in this house or if we would get a new one now that we’re a family.
Or if we have babies, how many did we think we would have.
She wanted to know if she would have to share her bedroom or if the baby could sleep on the couch.
It was fucking adorable. But the best part was watching Everly as her cheeks turned red and her eyes grew wide with each passing question.
She didn’t know how to answer because we’d never talked about our future together.
I always had a plan to make Ever my wife and to raise a family, but I don’t think Ever thought it was possible.
It wasn’t just possible. It was inevitable.
“Mason, will you make sure Ever has a little boy? I don’t want to share my clothes or my babies.” I choke on my beer and Ever drops her head. Her shoulders are shaking with laughter.
“I’ll see what I can do, Squirt.” I wink. Ever’s eyes snap to mine and she glares at me over her plate.
“Kaylie, why don’t you put your plate in the sink and go pick out our movie for the night?” The kid jumps up from the table and does as her sister asks.
“I’m sorry about that. I tried to explain to her we weren’t going to have kids and that you may not stay with us for too long, but I don’t think she understood.”
“Why wouldn’t I stay, Ever? You’re my wife.” Ever sighs, rolling her eyes. She grabs her plate and glass and carries them into the kitchen, placing them in the sink.
“Not really.”
“Yes, really.” I growl, picking up my plate and silverware, and following her.
When I reach the sink, I place my things inside, then cage Everly with my arms. “I wasn’t kidding when I took those vows.
I wasn’t playing when I told everyone at the clubhouse that you’re my ol’ lady.
And I sure as hell am not kidding when I tell you how badly I can’t wait to claim all of you as mine.
” I push my cock into her backside, letting her feel how hard I am for her behind the confines of my jeans.
Ever gasps. I rub my nose up the side of her neck, inhaling her scent.
My hand finds its way to her belly, slowly moving up to caress her breast. Ever’s head falls back against my chest, granting me more access.
Her ass pushes back against me, causing me to moan as I continue kissing along her neck.
“I found the movie!” Kaylie squeals and the two of us fly apart. Everly’s pupils are dilated, her breathing has become rapid, and damn if I don’t kick myself for not thinking to set up babysitting for the night.
Kaylie comes around the counter, waving a movie in the air. “Come on, Sissy. You too, Mason. I got the blankets, and I put Winston in his pajamas too. See.” She pushes her bear in the air for us to see. He’s wearing a onesie with ice cream cones all over it like hers.
Ever gets comfortable on the couch with Kaylie between her legs while I get the movie started. It takes less than thirty minutes, and the kid is passed out.
“I need to put her in her bed,” Ever whispers, trying to scoot Kaylie down enough to grab her under her arms. I cut her off and shift Kaylie over, motioning for Ever to climb out from under her.
“Let her stay here.” I place Winston under her arm and tuck the blanket tightly around Kaylie’s body the way I know she likes it.
“Um, but where will you sleep if she’s on the couch?”
I take a step forward, closing the space between us.
Ever takes a step back, and I smile. “I’m sleeping in the bed with my wife.
” Ever shakes her head. I nod mine. “Yes, Ever. Although, if I’m honest, we won’t be doing much sleeping tonight.
I’ve waited too fucking long to have you writhing underneath me.
I’m going to need all night to savor every inch of you. ”
“Mason, maybe we should …” She backs all the way up and plants her hands firmly against the wall. I pin her in place, my hips against hers, my arms raised on either side of her head. My forehead against hers.
“What are you so afraid of, Ever? It’s just me and you. It’s always been me and you.” I lean in, kissing the corner of her mouth. Her breathing picks up. Her eyes are hooded. She drops her chin.
“I’m scared, Mason.” That gives me pause. With two fingers I gently lift her chin, searching her eyes that are now glassy.
“Baby? What are you afraid of? Me?” Ever shakes her head. “Then what?”
“This isn’t real. You and me. This isn’t real. You only married me because I panicked and now …”
“And now, it’s real. It was always real, Ever,” I correct her crazy thinking. “I’ve been planning on marrying you since we graduated high school. If you hadn’t taken off, we would’ve been married before I left for boot camp all those years ago. You were it for me, baby. You were always it.”
A single tear slips down her face, and I wipe it away with my thumb. “When you said you loved me today at the clubhouse, did you mean it?”
Her brow furrows. “Of course I did. I wouldn’t throw those words around.”
My lips crash down on hers hard. Cradling her face in both my hands, I deepen the kiss, holding her to me. Ever moans. She’s soft and sweet. Kissing her, tasting her mouth sets off a hunger that shakes me to my core.
“I need you, baby. All of you.” Ever nods her head. I lift her up by her ass. Her legs wrap around me, but I don’t dare break the kiss. I walk us down the hall to her room and close the door with my foot, then lower her down onto the bed.
Her legs drop away, opening her up and making more room for me. Pushing myself up on my hands, I lean over her, watching Ever’s eyes as they swim with her desire for me. “I love you, Ever. I need you to know that. To believe me when I say it. This is as real as it gets, Sprite.”
She leans up on her elbows, pulling me down into another hard kiss. “Prove it.”
I smile against her lips. “Challenge accepted.” I pull her top over her head and make quick work of her pants.
She’s left in a matching pair of pink lace bra and panties.
I lean back on my knees, pulling my shirt off over my head and tossing it to the floor.
Ever’s eyes track my every move. I pop the button on my jeans but don’t shuck them off just yet.
“Sit up, baby.” She does as I ask, and I slowly pull down the lace straps of her bra, kissing down her shoulder. With one hand I release the clasp at her back and drag the bra the rest of the way down, leaning Ever back on the bed, and toss the bra to the floor.
“Fucking perfection,” I whisper. Her nipples tighten under my gaze. I take one into my mouth and then the other. Giving each equal attention. Ever whimpers, spreading her thighs to cradle my hips. The heat of her pussy sears me through the denim of my jeans. She’s hot and wet, and needy. For me.
Ever’s back arches off the bed. I take her hard nipple and pinch it between my fingers, drawing a whimper from her lips. She rubs herself against me, seeking more. Her cheeks and neck are flushed pink.
“Mason,” she pleads. “I need you.”
“You have me.” I make my way further down her beautiful body, nipping and licking along the way. When I reach her panties, I slide one finger just under the edge but not too far just yet. Her stomach clenches the lower I go.
Pushing her thighs out, I slide myself down further, putting my nose in her sweet center, running it up and down, enjoying the wet spot that’s formed on the lace. “You’re so wet, Sprite. Tell me. Is this for me?”
“Shut up, Mason. Less talking, more … mmm.” She hums the instant my tongue presses into the lacy underwear.
“You were saying.” I grip the edge of her panties, ripping the thin scrap, exposing her to me fully. “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth, Ever,” I demand, running one finger up and down her folds, dipping just the tip inside her entrance and back out again to circle her clit.
“Yes. It’s for you. It’s all for you.” I push two fingers inside and wrap my mouth around her clit.
Tossing her leg over my shoulder, I open her up wider, giving me better access.
I drag my teeth across her clit, and her body arches into me.
She’s writhing. Her hips rocking back and forth as she seeks my tongue.
I curl my two fingers still pumping in rhythm inside her until Ever finally lets go and falls over the edge.
She’s panting, sweaty and so fucking gorgeous. And mine.
I move off the bed and strip out of the rest of my clothes before crawling back between Ever’s thighs. I rub my head against her clit a few times, eliciting another moan from her lips. She’s slick and needy, sensitive.
“Mason, please” The last thread of my control is lost with her pleas.
I slam inside her, feeling her walls tighten and clench around me.
It’s fucking nirvana. I hold my position, giving her a second to get used to me and willing my body to relax.
She’s so tight, so fucking warm. Everything I knew she would be, yet a thousand times better than I could’ve imagined.
With my hand on her nape, I bring Ever closer to me, kissing her, drinking her in. Taking my time, savoring every whimper and sigh.
Mine.
Ever arches against me, her legs wrapping around my waist as she pulls me into her, grinding herself against me. “Fuck, Ever.”
“I thought that was the plan,” she smarts. I pull back and slam back in, stealing her breath with each stroke.
“Your wish is my command.” I thrust in and out, over and over again, bottoming out with each stroke.
My hips ride her hard, pounding into her relentlessly and without mercy.
Her cries are music to my ears as she thrashes about, her head thrown back in pleasure as she comes again on my cock.
Her thighs squeeze my hips. Her walls pulse around me.
Her hips lift, grinding against me once, and that’s all it takes.
I’m lost in ecstasy, spilling my seed inside her.
We’re a panting, sweaty mess of tangled limbs, and I’ve never been happier in my life.