Undeniably Married (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires Book 4)
Undeniably Married: Chapter 28

He scoots us to the edge of the bed. Shifting me around on his lap, he stands and walks us into the bathroom.

“A shower?” I question, smiling at him because I have a feeling this smile is going to be glued to my face for a long time to come. None of this was expected with him. I figured even if he said he’d stay, it wouldn’t be like this. It wouldn’t be him talking about the baby as his or making plans for it and wanting to see the picture.

I didn’t think he’d want to be a partner. Not after the last month and last few days we’ve had. He says he’s loved me for a year, and I wish I had known it sooner. I wish I had left Brody for him back then.

“You’re saying I don’t need one?” he quips.

“You definitely do.” I scrunch my nose and lean into his ear. “You smell.”

“Good or bad?”

“I’m not answering that.”

He laughs. “I probably stink. I ran about fifty miles after a full day of practice. It’s a wonder I haven’t passed out from dehydration.”

“You? I’m the one who’s been crying all day.”

“Then we’ll both shower, eat some dinner, and rehydrate. But right now, I’m not willing to let you go, so you’re coming with me.”

“A shower sounds pretty great,” I admit. “So does dinner. Maybe pasta. Real pasta.”

He groans. “Tease. I’ll make you real pasta, but you have to try my plant-based one.”

“I’ll have a bite.”

His eyes hold mine, and slowly he tilts his head to lean in and kiss me. His lips slide effortlessly with mine, and for a few minutes, we stand in the bathroom with me in his arms. Kissing. Tasting. Holding. Loving. Having a moment that’s more than words with each other. It leaves me winded and my heart racing.

Setting me down on my feet, he then opens the shower door and starts up the water. He strips out of his track pants and boxer briefs. I get going on my own clothes, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, while he goes after my leggings. It’s so surreal. All of this is.

“What a month,” I muse, and Mason cracks up.

“No fucking joke.” He glances up at me through his dark lashes. “But a really good one. A surprising one.”

I drag my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “You’re surprising. In the best of ways.”

Once he has me naked, he scoops me back up into his arms and walks us into the shower. Warm water cascades over both of us as we stand beneath it, holding each other and enjoying the wet heat. I tilt my face to the stream and let it wash away the salt of my tears and the puffiness from my eyes. I don’t know what it’s going to happen with Brody. That’s a massive uncertainty. One that will weigh on me until all of this is fully figured out.

But for now, I can’t help but relax and enjoy this.

“You know, we’re already married.”

I drop my chin and narrow my gaze. “Your point?”

“My point is that we’re married and now we’re having a baby.”

“Mason—”

“So you understand that even though I mentioned this the other night, we’re not getting an annulment or a divorce.”

I sigh. I wondered when this would come up.

“I’m more than capable of taking care of this baby both physically and financially and don’t need the help of a husband for that. I want you, but we’re skipping past all the stuff we shouldn’t be skipping.”

He holds the nape of my neck. “I know you can do it on your own. I never doubted that for a second. But you don’t have to do it that way. You’re not alone, and you don’t have to do it alone. I’m in this with you.”

“Mason, being pregnant is not a reason to stay married. Don’t you think it’s wise to take that extra piece of this off the table? The marriage wasn’t real. It was a fuck you. I haven’t done a lot of things right over the last month, but I don’t see the benefit to staying in a marriage like that when we’re trying to build something real.”

“The marriage was real for me,” he says plainly, and I find myself staring at him in shock. It’s one thing to tell someone you love them and that you want to be with them, but marriage is next level. He went through that whole night… I glance down at my hand. At the princess-cut diamond eternity band.

My heart picks up its pace.

I feel sick. I had no idea. All the ways I’ve pushed him away. Would I even have been able to hear any of this a month ago?

“It doesn’t have to mean everything. We can be together as we are now. I can take you out on dates, and we can see where this thing is going between us the way any other couple would, but I love you, and you think you love me too.” He grins tauntingly. “Besides, we still have about two months left on our three-month deal.”

“Mason,” I whisper, at a loss for words.

“I want us to stay married,” he continues. “I want you to be my wife. I want to be the father of your children. Yes, this all got rushed and wasn’t how I had planned to do it with you, but so what?” He shrugs and holds my chin. “That’s life, right? We messed up the steps and did them all out of order, but what we have is as real as it gets.”

I stare at him, utterly bewildered. “How are you like this? How are you wanting all of this with me? I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with you, but you’re like a shell game. Just when I think I know what cup the ball is under, I’m proven wrong, and you surprise me.”

“You don’t see it, do you? Maybe because you’ve been with the wrong people or because this thing between us is new for you, but it’s not for me.”

I look at the floor between us. “I’ve had a lot of incredible things in my life, but the only people who haven’t betrayed me have been my family. My best friend in high school. My college best friend with Brody. It’s hard to believe this won’t turn into that too.” I look back up at him. “You feel too good to be true, and it scares me. But I’ll try to have faith and trust.”

“Good. Because I couldn’t breathe a day in this world without you. I need you like I need air.” With that, he kisses me and steals mine. And in his kiss, I feel the truth behind his words. He could say a million things. Promise me whatever I want to hear. But it’s empty, and he knows it. I don’t need his verbal reassurance. I need this. I need him.

As if hearing my unspoken words, he walks me backward until I’m pressed against the shower wall. Pinning me in place with his large body, he deepens the kiss, his mouth devouring as his tongue holds me hostage. I’m so lost in the kiss, so lost in the feel of him that I twitch when his hand meets my breasts, only that surprised jolt quickly turns into a deep moan.

He smirks against my lips but doesn’t say anything. He’s too busy kissing me with no immediate plans to stop. His large hand lifts and shakes my breast, making the soft tissue jiggle. Another squeeze, and my eyes roll back in my head. I got a taste of how sensitive they are the other night, but god, if this is how it’s going to be for the next seven months, I’ll be attacking him constantly.

“You know that at some point I’m going to have to fuck these and then come on them, right?”

“Uh-huh. Whenever you want.” I grab the back of his neck and turn my head the other way so I can kiss him from this angle.

“Oh, and nipple clamps. Those could be fun too. I want to make you come with just these.” He uses both hands to squeeze them, and fuck, I could see how I could come from just that. It makes my clit pulse every time he does it like the two are now hardwired to each other.

“Sounds awesome,” I murmur against his lips. “How about you get going on that making me come thing?”

“Needy little pregnant wife, aren’t you?”

“Oh, god, yes,” I cry out, my head falling back as he pinches my nipple at the same time he pinches my clit.

“With how responsive you are, you’re going to be living on my cock, fingers, and mouth until you deliver this kid.”

I can’t reply. Not when he’s rubbing my clit and kneading my tits, but I certainly have no objections. I need this. After everything that’s happened in the last two days, I need it so badly. I don’t even care if my ribs ache right now. They’ll get over it, and a little pain never killed anyone.

“It’s early still,” I hum as he rubs circles on my clit and alternates that with running his finger up and down my slit. “We can do this all night. I don’t have work tomorrow.”

He grins against me. “Yes, but I do, and I need to not be sore or overworked.”

“Ugh, your job sucks.”

He laughs. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll fuck you so good all night Sunday. You’re a doctor. You’re used to working on no sleep.”

“True. But fuck me now. Please, Mason. Fuck me now.”

“You have to be a good girl and come for me first.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He chokes on a wheezy laugh, his forehead falling to my shoulder. “If I weren’t already married to you, I’d marry you again.”

“Make me come, and I just might let you.”

The way his fingers work only my clit makes my empty core desperate to be filled. With his cock, his fingers, I don’t care. I’ll take anything from him right now. I loop my leg up and around his hip and lean back against the wall. His mouth follows me, and he kisses me the way he’s playing with my pussy, hard and rough with dizzying circles that make my head spin.

But the real killer is when he lifts my breast between us and tucks his chin so he can lick my nipple while still playing with my lips and tongue.

“Lick yourself with me,” he commands.

My eyes snap open, and he’s right there, watching me with a look so dark and hungry, I can’t help but join him. My tongue rubs his and my nipple at the same time, twirling and flicking the same way he is. His eyes smolder, reaching new depths, and pleasure skyrockets through me. It’s dirty and sexy, and what he’s doing to my pussy feels so good I find myself grinding harder into his hand until I come.

My orgasm barrels through me, making it almost impossible to stand. As it is, I can’t continue to lick him or my nipple because I’m now pressed into the wall, eyes closed as I ride wave after wave.

The moment a smile starts to curl my lips and my body relaxes, Mason lifts me and immediately thrusts straight inside of me. It’s one of my favorite things he does. Not just the feel of him, but the impatience of him. The way he can’t handle waiting for another second to be inside me. His cock fills me up so perfectly, and with how he’s holding me and touching me and the words he’s murmuring in my ear…

“I love you,” slips right past my lips.

He pauses, our bodies tight and connected, his cock as deep as it can be.

“Open your eyes so I know you meant it,” he orders, his voice unusually sharp.

My eyes spring open, and I stare straight into his fiery green gaze.

“I mean it,” I promise him. “I love you.”

“Wow.” He breathes out a laugh. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about how those words would sound. It’s pathetic how obsessed with you I am. I’m high. My dream girl loves me back.”

I grab the back of his head and slam his lips back to me. With that, his mouth attacks mine, voraciously kissing me as he starts to fuck up into me, holding my weight with his hands and thighs. He’s so strong and powerful and I gasp as he kisses and fucks me deeper.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s pounding into me. All I can do is hold on and breathe and feel. His body hits my clit with every powerful thrust, shooting sparks of electricity through me. I didn’t know sex could be like this. I’d read about it. Even seen some of it in movies and shows, but I chalked that up to fantasy and spun fairy tales.

But the way Mason fucks me is unlike anything else. It’s so much more than physical. It’s visceral.

I kiss Mason’s wet neck, tasting the remnants of the salt from his sweat. My hands fist in his hair as I get closer, lost in the loud smacking of our wet bodies. I can’t help but move and squirm under his as he rams into me, fucking me with passion and fire and love and desperation. He grinds down on my clit, and I can’t hold back.

“I’m so close.”

“God, Sorel,” he moans into me, nibbling on my lips and jaw and neck. “What are you doing to me?”

“Everything you’re doing to me.” I ride down onto him, trying to force him in until there is no space left that he’s not filling.

His wet hand slides along my ass and straight in between my spread cheeks.

“Holy fuck, Mason!” I yell when he plays with my asshole for a moment before he digs his finger straight in.

“Ride me, princess. Ride my cock and my finger. Take me in both your holes.”

Jesus hell. I quiver as he pumps both inside me, egging me on, urging me to take him just as he said. It’s full like this. Tighter than it was before, and Mason is not a small man. Nothing on him is. Not his cock or his fingers. It burns in my ass a little, but not enough for me to want him to stop.

I gasp as he shifts and hikes me up higher so he can capture a nipple in his mouth. I’m dead. Gone. Holy freaking hell!

His finger continues to fuck my ass as his cock does the same, and he’s getting close. So close his eyes are black, and his expression is glazed. He loves this. He loves taking me like this, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Tell me,” I pant. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what, princess? That your cunt feels so good. So tight. That I can’t wait to feel my cock in your ass next. That you’re my dirty slut who loves to take my cum from me.”

Yes. That.

I nod, words failing me, my body trembling and spasming as my orgasm hits me like nothing ever has. A scream wrenches from my lungs, and my toes curl. He continues to pound me through it, the pulsing feel of my clit, the convulsions of my pussy, and the heaviness of my tits are euphoric.

With a heavy grunt and a low growl, he plants his face into my neck and comes, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he does. With heavy pants, we hold each other, both of us still shaking and unable to speak. He slides his finger out of my ass but keeps his cock buried in me.

“I love you,” I whisper, and I feel him smile against me.

It’s true. Only someone with a heart like his could have pieced me back together and made me unafraid to fall and to trust. He was right in front of me for a year, and I didn’t see it. Or didn’t allow myself to. I’m so glad Brody cheated. I’m so glad Mason was outside the church when he was. I’m so glad I went to Vegas with him. I’m even glad I married him.

Undeniably, Mason’s love is the best thing to ever happen to me.

And I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect it. And him.