27. Mason

TWENTY-SEVEN

Mason

"So, would you like to come over for dinner? Mia has insisted that you be there."

Bridget chuckles over the line, and I smile even though she can't see it.

"The toddler insisted? Well, who am I to deny her? Of course, I'll be there."

Perking up in my seat, I stand up from the couch and walk into the kitchen. The toddler in question is currently napping; at least she's in her crib, and I go to peek in the fridge at the options.

"I can make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, pickles with yogurt, or…" I pull open the freezer, peering inside, "chicken nuggets."

Another bright laugh comes through the call, and the sound of it makes me feel like a million bucks. I'll never get bored with Bridget's incredible laugh.

"Mmm, as tempting as that all sounds, how about you order a pizza, and we can watch a movie?"

I nod to myself. "That is a much better suggestion. Sounds like a plan. See you at like five-thirty?"

"Can do. Oh, my mom is coming. I'll see you then."

Bridget hurries to hang up the phone. Not for the first time, I wonder about when we should break the news to everyone.

I'm not keen on keeping this a secret, and I'm sure that everyone in our lives will understand.

But for now, I'm just going to enjoy what we have. Which currently includes a dinner date with pizza and a movie.

The pizza box sits on the coffee table in front of the couch, half gone and getting cold. I should get up to put it in the fridge, but I have a passed-out toddler on my lap and a gorgeous woman leaning on my arm.

We put on Miraculous: Ladybug & Cat Noir, the Movie for Mia, and she was practically bouncing up and down until she finally hit a brick wall and sacked out right on top of me.

The movie isn't even over yet, but I know getting Little Miss up to bed is on the menu. I pat Bridget on the arm, and she looks over to see me gesture at Mia.

"Oh, okay. Let's get her in bed."

Scooping Mia into my arms, I hold her against my chest, and Bridget hits pause on the movie.

We're especially quiet as we walk Mia up the stairs and to her room. Setting her down in the crib is always the tricky part, but Bridget is right there with her sound machine and nightlight, which eases the transition.

After rubbing Mia's back a bit, she goes right back to sleep, and Bridget and I sneak out of the room and down the hall.

"So, did you want to keep watching the movie, or…"

Bridget smirks at me, holding out her hand. "I think I have a better idea."

I know exactly what she's thinking, and my head is in the same place. I take Bridget's hand, letting her pull me down the hall the rest of the way and to my bedroom.

Which has felt a lot more like our bedroom as of late.

As we slip inside, I shut the door behind us as Bridget goes over to the bed, her hands going to the button of her jean shorts.

I walk over, stopping her efforts with a grin. "Hey, that's my job."

She grins, and I pick up where she left off, undoing the button and then slowly dragging the zipper down.

Once I do, I peel the shorts from Bridget's curvaceous hips, plying her with kisses along her thighs as I do.

When I reach her ankles, I help Bridget kick the shorts to the side before working my way back up her body with my mouth, stopping only when I've reached the hem of her tee.

"Mason."

Bridget's voice comes out in a hushed moan, and I swear, I'll never get enough of hearing my name that way.

Gripping the shirt, I pull Bridget's tee off, flinging it somewhere I know it won't get in my way. Laying before me in her bra and undies, I admire Bridget's incredible curves, smirking.

"Mmm, Songbird. I could just eat you up."

She lets her knee fall to the side. "Please do."

Chuckling slightly, I make sure to get that damn bra out of the way before I lower down between her legs and pull her panties to the side.

Bridget glistens, already so wet for me, and I flick my eyes up to her briefly, just enough to watch her head fall back as I extend my tongue and swipe it through her slit.

A delightful moan bleeds from her, and I get to work enjoying myself, making sure to leave no area of Bridget's tasty pussy untouched.

Before long, she's mewling against her fist as she fights to keep the volume down, her thighs squeezing around my head. I reach up with my hand, sliding two fingers inside her.

"That's it, baby. Sing for me." Bridget whimpers as I press in, thrusting my fingers in a quick rhythm. "Goddamn, you feel so good. The way you're squeezing my fingers."

Finding her G-spot, I rub into the sensitive bundle of nerves, and Bridget's hips soar up. I know she's close, and I want to taste it when she comes.

Pressing her back down to the bed, I keep lavishing her with powerful strokes as my mouth descends on her once more.

She's so slick, and I lap up everything my sweet Songbird has to offer, not stopping for a single second. Everything right now is about making her feel good—making her feel loved.

The thought strikes me, and I nearly lose my rhythm, but who am I kidding? Probably only myself because, of course, I love her.

I've loved Bridget since the moment I knew love existed at all.

This isn't the time for all that, though. We haven't even taken our dating public.

For now, I'm just going to make Bridget feel it in her bones, this silent confession delivered through one spicy act of service.

"Mason!" Even around her fist, the cry rings out, and I have to smile.

Mia is well down the hall, and the kid can sleep through fireworks. We're fine.

As she comes, I suck on her clit, pumping in and out of her pussy quickly. Bridget falls apart, her hands threading through my hair.

It's beautiful.

After a moment, she's huffing and puffing, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch it.

"So good, baby." I claw up her body, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. "But I'm far from done with you."

Chuckling lightly, Bridget slings her arm over her misty forehead. "Oh, shit. Mason, I?—"

I sheathe my erection deep inside her, bottoming out as I rock my hips forward in a quick thrust. Bridget grips my shoulders, arching.

"Fuck!"

"Such a dirty mouth, Songbird." I circle my hips, grinding the head of my dick against her. "But you do sing so beautifully."

Her legs wrap around my hips, and we lose ourselves in the fabulous dance of give and take. Bridget's pussy grips my cock, and I groan as my eagerly approaching orgasm burns in my shaft.

It's bliss, and Bridget rides my thrusts, moving her sensual body along with me. Planting one hand on the bed, I use the other to grip her breast, squeezing her nipple between my fingers.

Bridget yelps softly, and I give the moment everything I have, pistoning into her hard and fast.

"Don't stop. Oh, fuck. Yes. That. Right there."

The words tumble from Bridget's lips, and I am happy to do as asked. I keep going unfettered by exhaustion, too consumed with pleasure to think about anything else.

I roll her nipple between my fingers, then switch things up just enough to keep this moment going. I want to sink deeper, after all, so I hoist Bridget's legs up over my shoulder and drive in at the new angle.

Bridget's moans are nearly ceaseless at this point, and I'm very close to coming myself. I sink in, thrusting my cock as deep as I can before giving a quick jut forward with my hips.

She cries out, gripping the sheets on either side of her hips as I strike up a thundering pace.

"Mason, oh God, Mason, I'm going…"

The words drift away as she comes, her pussy clamping down on my shaft and demanding my orgasm with her own.

I grunt low as I feel myself right on that edge. I can barely think, but I manage to pull back from her just enough so that as my spend rockets out of me on the release, I can coat Bridget's pretty pussy in it.

"Fuuuck," I groan, stroking myself through the last seconds of my release. "That's so good, precious."

The moment stretches on until we're both useless, raggedly breathing, and boneless.

"That was…" Bridget sighs, a tiny laugh breaking free. "Amazing."

I lean over from where I've collapsed onto my side, kissing her cheek. "It fucking was."

She giggles, letting her head fall to the side so that her forehead lands right on my lips. The silence is welcome and relaxing, and I know we're both moments from falling asleep.

"We should clean up before we pass out."

Bridget hums, nodding against me. "We should. I just…I don't know if I can stand."

Smirking, I crack an eyelid to see her sleepy face, grinning with her eyes closed.

"I got it."

Scooping her up, I carry Bridget to the bathroom through several adorable squeals, and in a few moments, I have the shower running and heating up so that we can wash off together.

We make the clean-up session quick, too tired to want to drag it out. When we're clean, I turn off the water and wrap Bridget in a towel.

"Ride back?"

I hold out my arms, offering to give Bridget a lift to the bed. She blushes, her cheeks that delightful pink color, but is quick to nod.

"I'm surprised I'm not too heavy, but I won't turn it down."

Narrowing my gaze at her, I gather Bridget up in my arms, getting her settled between them easily.

"Enough of that. You're fine. You're better than fine. You're amazing."

Bridget smiles, and I get us over to the bed and tucked in. Who needs pajamas, right? Definitely not me when I plan to do this all over again when we wake up.

Quiet fills the space of my room, and I hold Bridget pressed to my side, ready for sleep.

Squeak.

"Did you hear that?" Bridget asks, her voice thick with tension.

"Yeah, probably just the house adjusting. Get back to sleep."

But her expression is way too panicked for just a strange noise. I cock my head as I run my hand over her cheek.

"What's wrong? I'm sure it's nothing."

"I just…could you check? I'm sure I'm just being crazy, but, umm…"

The words drift away, but there's nothing subtle about the look on Bridget's face. She's terrified about something, and as much as she's trying to keep her expression neutral, I can tell she's truly scared.

"Sure, hun. I'll go investigate. I'm sure it's fine."

Nodding, Bridget sits up in the bed, pulling the covers around her as she watches me get on a pair of pj shorts. I give her another reassuring smile—or what I hope is reassuring—and go downstairs.

When I get into the living room, I look around for something to explain the weird noise. There's nothing at first glance, but then I notice the window near the TV is cracked open a bit.

I don't remember opening it, but I do that all the time, so I just go over to the thing and push it back down into place.

With the mystery solved, I head back upstairs to find Bridget pacing back and forth across the bedroom floor, wrapped in the sheet.

"Hey, hey. It's fine."

She looks up at me, and I hurry over to her, pulling her into my arms and stroking down the back of her head. Bridget sighs, but she's still trembling, and I pull back to look down into her eyes.

"I left a window open. That's all. We're all good."

With a nod, Bridget curls back under my chin, and I just hold her for a moment. When I think she's ready enough, I walk us back to the bed and settle her against my side.

"Get some rest, love. We're okay. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"I know. I'm sorry."

I lift her chin, making her look at me. "There is nothing to be sorry about, and when you're ready to talk more about what happened, I'll be here. Okay? I'll always be right here."

She smiles, her eyes going glassy, and then nuzzles into my chest.

Whatever that ex of hers did to her wasn't good. As I hold Bridget against me, I swear to whoever is listening that if I ever get the chance to give Jai a piece of my mind, I won't hesitate to give him enough to choke on.