Chapter 21

Atingling feeling in my core wakes me from a deep sleep. Then I feel it. His tongue against my clit.

I'm moaning without even realizing it. Slowly, my mind starts to put the pieces together.

I'm at Mason's house. We've been staying here three nights a week. Last night, he wore me out, forcing four orgasms from me before he would let me sleep.

My eyes flutter open, my hands instinctively reaching down to thread into his hair.

There's a faint light filtering through the window, telling me it's early morning.

His fingers thrust inside of me, making me clench around him. I can't focus on much else other than the sensation of my orgasm as it washes over me.

When I finally come back down, Mason is lying on top of me, his head on my breasts, a silly smirk on his face.

"What the hell, Mase?" I groan.

"Are you complaining?" he asks.

I open my eyes again, looking down at him. He looks so happy. Like he could do this for the rest of his life.

"I don't think any woman can complain about being awoken by an orgasm."

"What if she's single and her door is locked?"

"That's a valid point, but I'd still say the orgasm would be worth it."

"Good to know. I'm going to start the shower. Want to join me?"

He knows I can't deny him.

I let him lead me into the bathroom. I'm already stripped naked like I always am at his place. At mine, we have to keep clothes on because we sleep in the living room, but at his place, he has his own room with a door lock. Ari also has her own room, filled to the brim with anything she could want.

That's one of the reasons I went ahead and agreed to stay here three nights a week. I like that it's more comfortable here.

"Get your fine ass in here," Mason demands.

He always gets into the shower first and adjusts it to the perfect temperature. He's always thinking of me and taking care of me.

As soon as I step in, he has my back against the wall, his lips on mine. I used to think he was crazy for keeping a condom in the shower, but as many times as we've fucked in here, it's a good thing.

Picking me up, he thrusts inside of me, making me see stars. Sex with Mason has only improved. It's like he has made it his personal mission to find every single way to get me off. Like now, his finger circles my asshole while he fucks me. He's been doing this a lot, but he hasn't actually penetrated. It drives me crazy. I never thought I would like it, but it is surprisingly a huge turn-on.

I have no clue how to ask him to go through with it, though.

He's so close when he moves it away again.

"Mase!" I cry out, frustration mixed with pleasure on my lips.

"That's it, Livvy baby. God, you are choking my dick. You want more?" he asks.

"Please," I moan.

He dances around it again, thrusting faster. I swear I am going to combust just from the frustration of it all.

Then, when he goes to thrust up, I swivel my hips, making his finger slide in a bit.

I bare down hard on him, coming in an instant. He grunts, finding his own release, holding me to him.

When he finally lowers me to the ground, he chuckles.

"You like a little backdoor, action, then? I'll keep that in mind for the future."

I smirk at him. "What's the matter, old man? Can't keep up?"

That gets him going again, exactly the way I wanted.

After another hot round of shower sex, I find myself sitting at his kitchen table with Ari, having breakfast. Mason comes over, grabbing my coffee mug before going back into the kitchen.

It's like my fantasy from when I was pregnant has come true. Mason is the loving father and partner I always wanted. Ari is happy. I can feel a smile on my face that seems to now be permanently fixed there.

Life really couldn't get any better.

After breakfast, I watch as Mason goes through the morning task of getting Ari ready for day care. I love that he wants to be involved. He makes me take turns with him so that he can have an equal amount of time with her.

I have no clue how I lucked out with him. How we went from thinking he would never be involved to being so involved that I don't even remember a time he wasn't here.

This could be my life forever. Looking around, I take note of the condo. It's not perfect. Eventually, we would need a bigger place with a yard. We could finally get the dog Ari always wanted.

This could be our life, though. We wouldn't have to worry about bugs or food. I could stop feeling like shit taking money from Mason because he wouldn't need to give it to me anymore. We could combine everything and be a real family.

I can commit to him completely.

"I'm going to run her to day care. See you this evening?" Mason asks, coming over to kiss me.

I kiss him back, an idea forming in my head.

"Yeah. See you this evening."

As he walks out the door, I know my decision has been made.

I'm going to move in with Mason.

* * *

Something is going on. I'm sure of it.

Just this morning, I had mind-blowing shower sex with my girlfriend in my bathroom. Then we had our normal morning. Very routine.

Then I get a call from Brantley, telling me he has no problem taking Chloe and Ari to the game tonight. I told him he was wrong because it's a Thursday, so Ari has day care tomorrow. He told me he received the call from Max and assumed I was too busy to call him. He was actually calling to give me shit for not calling him myself.

That led me to call Max, who said Ari had a sleepover date with Chloe and that Olivia set up the hockey date for them.

When I tried to call Olivia, she blew me off, saying she was busy and would meet me at home.

So here I am waiting for my girlfriend to get home so I can find out why my daughter is on a playdate with her aunt and uncle. It's all very suspicious.

"Honey, I'm home," Olivia calls as soon as she's through the door.

"Why is Arianna on a playdate?" I ask her as she comes into the living room. "Why a hockey game? She's going to end up obsessed, then when she's in her teens she's going to date one of them and he's going to break her heart and I'm going to end up in fucking jail for murdering some piece of shit hockey player for breaking my little girl's heart."

"Whoa. Breathe, Mase." Olivia comes over to me, kissing me.

"I'm just confused."

Her cheeks start to turn red.

"Livvy?" I question.

She doesn't answer. Instead, she jumps me. She literally jumps on me, making me catch her.

"Take me to bed," she whispers against my lips.

She doesn't have to tell me twice. Stumbling up the stairs, I manage to get us to the room in one piece. Pinning her against the wall, I kiss her until she's grinding on me, needing relief. Once she is so needy that I can feel her leaking through her slacks, I let her down. She's a little wobbly on her feet, but I still step back from her.

"Strip."

She does as I ask, slowly removing her clothing. I do the same, my eyes never leaving her. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She disagrees, of course. She always points out her flaws, but that just makes me love them more. Every stripe of honor from having our child is a gift, not a fault. Until she understands that, I refuse to stop worshiping them.

I'm about to fall to my knees in front of her when she shakes her head. Instead, she drops to her knees and looks up at me with her green eyes through her eyelashes.

Her bottom tongue peeks out and licks her bottom lip. "I've been thinking about this all day. I almost came to your office so many times. I want to taste you."

Then she takes my dick into her mouth. God, she feels like a blessing. The warm heat of her mouth, mixed with knowing it's Olivia doing this, has me leaking precum like a water hose.

"Livvy," I moan, my fingers making their way into her long brown hair.

She hums in response, my cock deep in her throat. It's a fucking chore not to come down her throat. I'm thinking of anything to keep from coming so soon.

She has other plans, though. She starts to work me, saliva dripping down her chin as she goes to town on my cock.

Then she reaches up, caressing my balls, and it's game over. I don't even have time to warn her. I spill into her mouth, my hand tightening in her hair.

"Fuck. Livvy."

Coming back to my senses, I release her hair and pull her up to me. Her eyes are glassy, and her lips are red and puffy. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her.

"Sorry, Livvy. I got a little carried away."

"I'm not sorry. Fuck me, Mason. I'm so fucking turned on right now."

Swallowing hard, I kiss her again.

"You are perfect. So fucking perfect."

Leading her to the bed, I lay her down. Then I grab a condom from my nightstand.

"I need a minute to recover, but I can make you feel good until then. You want me to stretch your ass a bit more? Prepare you for the day that I claim you there, would you like that?"

"Yes, please," she begs.

"I can't wait to be the first and only man to claim your ass, Livvy."

She moans, "I'm going to come from your words alone."

"Flip onto your stomach. Ass in the air, Liv."

She does as I ask. I move back to the bathroom, grabbing the lube I bought earlier today. When I realized she enjoyed my finger play, I knew we would be progressing and wanted to be ready for her. Sooner or later, I'll buy her a butt plug too, but until then, we will take it slow. My fingers can make her feel good.

Moving back to the bed, I squirt some lube on my middle finger. It's the longest, so I figured I would start with it.

Circling her hole, I can hear her breathing heavier. Then slowly, I press in. She clenches around me, so I stop.

"You have to relax. Press back into it. I promise it will feel good."

I don't know why I promised that. I've never had anything in my ass, so I don't know if it feels good. It makes her relax, though, so I go with it.

She presses back against me, so I pull out, thrusting a few times. Then I stop and add some more lube.

I repeat the process until my entire middle finger is in her ass. Then I finger the fuck out of her. She loves every minute of it, too. She's thrusting back against me, her core dripping onto the bed.

Pulling my finger out, I smirk when she whimpers, her ass puckering in front of me, hungry for more.

Slipping the condom on, I thrust into her pussy. She screams out, her fingers digging into the sheets. Then I place my finger back at her ass. I slowly thrust inside, loving the feel of her clenching against my dick at the sensation.

I know I'm not going to hold on long. Not with her as primed and ready for me as she is, so I make it fast and hard.

My free hand holds her hip as I thrust, my other hand keeping up the rhythm with my finger. I'm filling both of her holes, loving every single sound she makes. When she finally comes, I swear she goes limp.

I fill the condom, leaning over her to kiss her back. I can feel her breathing, so I know she's alive, but she's stopped making noise.

Pulling out of her, I flip her over. Her eyes flutter until she's looking up at me.

"I can get used to that. Fucking in your bed is so much better," she admits.

"You know you are always more than welcome here." I kiss her lips, moving to get off her.

I'm almost to the trash can I keep next to my nightstand when she speaks again.

"So you wouldn't have a problem if I moved in?" she says suddenly.

I freeze, the full condom in my hand. I drop it, not caring that I didn't tie it off. Then I'm back on top of her.

"You want to move in?" I ask.

She beams up at me. "Yes. We want to move in."

I kiss her face over and over again.

"You won't regret it. I promise."

"I know I won't."

I start to kiss my way down her body when she tries to stop me.

"Mase, no more. I'm blissed out."

I smirk up at her. "You're still awake and talking. You have another one in you. Besides, I need to reward you for making me the happiest man in the world."

She doesn't say another word as I devour her the way I love to. The way I will get to every single day from now on.

My family is coming home.

I can't be more ecstatic.