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Without thinking, I smack it out of his hand and it hits the floor. I turn, running for the stairs but only run straight into the man I was trying to get away from.
Mason looks livid.
Chapter Twelve
Mason
I scoop Kennedy up in my arms, and for a moment I think she’s going to try and fight me. I can see she is fighting tears. Some have already left tracks on her soft porcelain skin. But like always, she melts into me and I carry her back inside, holding her as tight as I can.
I can’t fucking believe what Finn told me. I’d felt like my world dropped out from beneath my feet. I didn't even wait to hear more from him. I flew from my office, and when I saw the front door ajar, more panic shot through me. I knew I’d been a dick snapping at her to leave my office.
I watch as Finn walks out of our home and shakes his head, still not believing that I had believed him when he’d told me the assistant he’d gotten took care of all your needs. I kick the door closed behind us, leaving him and Brock standing in the hallway. I don’t care anything about them, though. The only thing I care about is my woman and trying to figure out why she’s all fired up. It can’t be over what Finn told me. Fuck, she probably already thought I was an asshole because I mauled her that day thinking I had every right to.
I do, I correct myself. I clench my jaw. She is fucking mine. Paid for or not, I can't let her go. Fuck, how have I messed this all up? I walk over to the sofa and sit down with her in my lap. She wiggles around like she is trying to get away from me, but she doesn’t make much of an effort.
“Sweetie.” I say the word softly. She looks at me, and a tear falls from her eye. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart with a fist.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your sweetie,” she snaps at me. I have to fight a smile. I always knew that fire was there. She’s a fighter. She might melt when I get her in my hands, but in everything else in her life, she fights. With me, however, I don't want her to have to fight. I want to give her everything she’d ever need. She doesn't have to fight with me. “You’re getting another assistant. Will she be your sweetie, too?”
She heard me talking to Finn. I wonder what else she heard. Had she heard that I had no idea she wasn’t a paid whore? I think not. Her behavior right now tells me she thinks my hiring someone to fuck is an everyday occurrence for me.
“Well, I don’t think Jessie will like me calling him sweetie, but I’ll do it if it will get you to stop crying.” I try to tease her a little, desperate for the tears still forming in her eyes to dry up.
Her mouth falls open, and I steal the opportunity to kiss her. I pour everything I feel for her into the kiss, reminding her of the day we had together. This whole situation might have been fucked up from the start by me thinking she was something she wasn’t, but the truth is I knew what she was from the moment she stepped into my office. Mine. I felt it all the way down to the bones, and the past few days have shown nothing but that. Because I’m not acting like me anymore. I’m acting like a crazy man in love, doing everything I can to be close to this woman, making sure she can never leave me, no matter the price I have to pay to make that happen…like not showing up the fundraiser I should be at tonight. It might cost me a big deal, but I don’t fucking care. I’d burn my own company to the ground right now just to get a smile from her.
Her fingers dig into my hair and she kisses me back. I press her body deeper into mine as she moves to straddle me. I know where this is going, but I have to clear the air. I don’t want any of this bullshit between us anymore.
I pull my mouth away and rest my forehead against hers, trying to get myself under control. It’s something I lack around her. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. Even when she’s not near me, she rules my every thought. I obsess over her, wondering if she's eaten, gotten enough sleep, if she is thinking about leaving me.
I let my hands run up her body, coming to rest against her throat, feeling her pulse. I didn’t know the sensation could be so erotic, so soothing.
“I’ve never done this before.” She pulls back a little to look up at me. “I thought you were…” I can’t even say the word now. I’ve thought it repeatedly. Hooker. The word drives me crazy.
Her eyes search my face. “I haven’t been with a woman in a long time,” I admit. “Never someone I worked with.”
“But—”
I cut her off. “I thought you were something you weren’t. I was going to turn you away that day in my office. I’d spent the last few years dodging women, only wanting to work, but then you walked into my office and it was like years of buried desire came flooding to the surface, demanding to be let out, demanding to have you. Everything else in my life fell away, and you filled the space, the space I didn’t even know was empty.”
The tears I was trying to stop break free as she throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me as tight as she can as her little body shakes. I rub her back and try to calm her.
“Sweetie. Please calm down. You’ll make yourself sick. Please. I love you, little one. You’re killing me.” She sobs harder and pulls back to look at me. Her face is red and blotchy as I try to wipe the tears from her face.
“Y-you.” She stutters over her words. “You love me?”
“More than anything.” God, I hope that doesn’t fucking scare her, but it’s the truth. I do love her. That must be the answer to all these crazy things I’m feeling. It’s the only thing it can be, and I never want this feeling to go away. It makes me feel alive.
“I love you, too,” she says, a smile spreading across her face. I can feel one pull at mine, too. I feel like the weight of the world is lifted off me because now I know this fight for her won’t be as hard as I thought it might be.
“Your tears say otherwise,” I tell her, wiping yet another droplet before leaning in and kissing her cheeks.
“Happy tears. It’s all so much to take in. The past few days have been unreal. I thought I was losing it all. That I might not mean that much to you. That this thing was normal to you and you did it with all your assistants. That maybe I was seeing things that weren’t there.”
“There is no faking what we have, Kennedy. The things we shared today are real. I can promise you I’ve never felt like this or done this with anyone else. Just you, sweetie. Always you.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a little box. Her eyes widen as I open it.
“Oh my God. That can’t be…”
“It was my favorite from your drawings. I thought it was perfect for you.” The ring has a giant circular diamond in the center, surrounded by little glittering diamonds. The platinum band is studded with pink diamonds shaped like little bows.
“It’s my favorite, too. I can’t believe you got this out of my drawing book. You looked at the pictures?”
“I look at everything that has to do with you, Kennedy.” Her face lights up as I slide it on her finger. “Now tell me you’ll marry me.”
“Just because I work for you doesn’t mean you can boss me around when we’re at home.” She raises her chin a little, and fuck, I know I’m going to love these little bouts of defiance. Because I know how I’ll get her to change her mind. I slide one hand between her legs, going straight for her clit. She lets out a little moan.
“Say it,” I growl, leaning in and biting her neck. She jerks against me.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Good girl,” I tell her, kissing the spot I bit.
“Do I still work for you?” Her question comes out breathy as she tries to move against my hand.
“You’ll work in my office, but you’ll work on something you want to work on. And I don’t just mean me.” She giggles, and the sound warms me. I don’t want her working for me if she doesn't want to. I know what it’s like to have a drive for something, and hers is for jewelry. She can do that. But she can do it with her desk next to mine.
I stand up with her in my arms and carry her to the bed, lay her down, and slowly st
rip off her dress. I take a moment to look over her body and run my hands over her skin, warming her up. I want to remember every detail of this moment. Hell, I always want to remember every detail, but this somehow feels more important. This is far from the first time I’ve made love to her, but this is the first time with no secrets between us. Nothing holding us back or keeping us apart.
Moving down, I strip my clothes as I go, pushing her legs apart. “Let me look at your pussy before I taste it,” I say, removing my pants and boxer briefs.
She doesn’t hesitate. She spreads her legs wider and runs a hand between them to part her pussy lips. Her hardened clit peeks out, and I lick my lips. My mouth waters with anticipation and I dive between her legs, growling as I open my mouth over her pussy.
She moves her fingers away just in time as I latch on to her and start licking. I can’t hold back as the sweet smell of her cunt fills my lungs and the taste of her honey fills my mouth. I drink it down, hoping to absorb her scent into me. I want her mark on me just as much as I want to mark her. I have to reach between my legs to grip the base of my cock to keep from cumming as her little pussy moves against my mouth. She’s grabbing on to the sheets and crying out for more. With my other hand, I plunge two fingers inside of her and give her what she wants—my tongue on her pussy and a part of me filling her empty cunt.
“Mason!” she cries out as her fingers release the sheets and go to my hair. She pulls my mouth down against her as she grinds on me, and I can’t help but smile.
She’s taking what she wants, and it’s so fucking erotic to watch. I can’t keep my eyes off of her as I flatten my tongue and let her work her pussy against it. When she looks down and we lock eyes, I feel her pussy squeeze my fingers, and she goes over the edge. One look between us and her body is pushed into ecstasy.
I let go of my dick and hold her hips down as I drag every drop of her orgasm from her body. Her tense muscles relax and her body goes soft, telling me that she’s ready for my cock. I slip my fingers from her tight cunt and lick them clean as I move up her body.
With the taste of her on my breath, I move between her legs and slide my cock inside before she has a moment to adjust to the new sensation. Immediately, her body wraps around my cock and another orgasm is taking hold of her. She grunts out my name as I rock in and out of her soaked pussy. She always gets impossibly tighter after her first orgasm, so I have to get my cock in fast or it’s a fight.
“That’s it, sweetie. Keep cumming and show me how tight that pretty little cunt can get.”
I move my mouth to her neck, licking up the tiny beads of sweat that have broken out on her skin. Her arms and legs cling to me as yet another orgasm takes over her body. I have to grit my teeth to keep from shooting off in her greedy snatch.
“Mason,” she whines, throwing her head back and gulping in air.
“I love you so much, sweet Kennedy. I want one more. You can do it for me.”
I suck the hard peak of one nipple as I pinch the other. I don’t stop thrusting as her clenches grow tighter. One more orgasm and I’ll release into her.
“Give me one more, then I’ll give you what you want. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”
I look into her eyes. They’re desperate for release, even though she’s already had multiple.
“Then give me what I want.” I thrust hard for emphasis and suck her nipple into my mouth. This time, I bite down just a tad, and it’s enough to have her digging her nails into my back and squeezing her eyes shut in release.
Seeing her lost in pleasure is so fucking hot, there’s nothing on earth that could stop me from cumming with her. She’s so beautiful, it makes my heart ache, and in this moment, the bond between us grows impossibly stronger. The image of her under me, lost in the pleasure my body is giving her, makes me feel like her god.
I hold her to me tightly as I feel every seed inside me transfer to her womb. All I’m able to do is cling to her and whisper over and over that I love her, until my body is weak with exhaustion. I roll us over just before I collapse on top of her.
Her hands rest on my chest, and I kiss the top of her head. We hold one another quietly until I feel her smile against my chest.
“What is it?” I ask.
She sits up, and the motion causes me to sink deeper into her cunt. I groan at the warm, wet heat surrounding my cock, and for a few moments, she just rocks on me.
“I just can’t believe it. This all seems like a crazy fairy tale,” she says, reaching up to cup her breast.
“Believe it, Kennedy. That’s exactly what I’m giving you, and what you deserve. An escape from reality to a place where there is only you and me and our love for each other. Our perfect happily ever after is waiting on us.
“Forever,” she confirms, leaning down to kiss me.
“Forever,” I agree as I roll us over and make love to her again.
Epilogue
Kennedy
One year later…
Mason holds our son, Noah, as we walk into the nursing home. When we get to my grandfather's room, I see he’s on his chaise lounge with a blanket on his lap as he watches the birds out his window. I step into the doorway and wait for him to look over before I step any closer. It’s easier this way.
He’s gone downhill a lot this past year, but we’ve been able to have some good days with him, and those memories are precious to us.
When he hears me, he turns and I wait, hoping that today is a good day. I see his eyes narrow and then open brightly as he looks past me.
“Noah! Come here, little guy.”
Mason walks past me, carrying our son over to my grandfather. He sits our newborn in his lap and helps him hold him. Watching the three of them together makes my heart ache, and I’m so thankful that today is going to be a great day.
Mason and I got married about a minute after he told me he loved me, and then about thirty seconds after that, we found out we were having a baby. Like all the best things in life, he wasn’t planned. We got married in the garden here at the retirement home, and my grandfather was able to give me away. As soon as I was released from the hospital, we brought our son here to meet him for the first time. I wasn’t sure today would go well or if he would even remember him, but seeing his eyes light up was like a little bit of magic, just for us.
I get to design jewelry now and have sold several pieces to some celebrities. That gave my designs a lot of exposure and publicity, but I like that I can work at my own pace without feeling pressured to keep up with demand. Mason loves me and supports all my dreams, as long as he gets to be by my side.
Thankfully, he’s learned how to step away from work, and I think having our first child has changed that for him.
Reaching down, I rub my growing belly, thinking about having two kids under the age of two. It’s going to be tough, but luckily I have a husband who is always helping out and is more than willing to rub my feet at the end of the day. And I’ve learned that’s pretty rare.
As I watch Mason and my grandfather smile and laugh, I blink back tears. My grandfather probably won’t be able to meet our second child, but I know in my heart he’ll always be there to watch over our babies. No matter how many we have.
For some reason, that gives my heart peace. I push away from the door, joining all my guys.
Epilogue
Mason
Five years later…
“Now your other foot, sweetie.”
Kennedy moans as her head falls back against the cool tile of the shower. The hot steam surrounds us as I rub her toes and run my tongue along her ankle.
Her hand is between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as I massage her feet. The warm spray of the shower runs along her big breasts. I run my tongue higher to where her hand is moving and push her thick thighs further apart.
She’s gained weight since we first met five years ago, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Having four of our babies has made her breasts bigger and her nipples darker. And don’t get me
started on how hard it makes me when they leak milk.
I growl as I push her hand out of the way and replace it with my mouth. She giggles and then moans as my tongue slides through her folds. She grips my hair, and I lap up the wetness that’s covering her.
I’ve made love to her countless times in this shower, but every time is like the first. Just like when we make love in our bed or anywhere else we can sneak off to while dodging four kids.
The steam envelops us as I eat her to an orgasm and then make her give me another. By the time I’m dying to get inside her, she’s pushing me down on the floor of the shower and straddling me.
She’s sheathed on my dick in an instant. She grinds down on me, taking her pleasure from my body, and I lie there and take it. The shower is huge, and I’m thankful for it as I grip her hips and watch her wet tits bounce. I’m so close to cumming, but Kennedy has other ideas.
“I want to taste myself,” she whispers and climbs off my cock, moving down my body. Before I can open my mouth, my cock is sucked between her lips and her tongue is circling my shaft.
“Fuck,” I growl through gritted teeth as she lets the head of my cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and climbs back on top of me.
I sit up so we are as close as possible when she starts to bounce on top of me. I take her lips, and I can taste her pussy on her mouth. It drives me so goddamn crazy I can’t stand it. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t hold back.
I release rivulets of cum into her and slip my finger between us to scoop some up. I bring the finger up to her mouth, and she opens for it, sucking our flavors.
“Taste that fresh cum, sweetie. I know how you love it.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and stand up, pushing her against the wall. I thrust into her hard, and her giggle turns into a low mewl.
“You asked for it,” I say as my inner animal goes wild for her.