Undeniably Married (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires Book 4)
Undeniably Married: Chapter 36

The plane lands sometime after two in the morning. By the time I walk into my apartment, it’s close to three. I’m so much more than tired by this point, and those bruises I got during the game are angry and purple. A bath is in my future, and let’s hope I can convince my princess to take it with me.

As it is, I don’t know if she’ll welcome me in our bed. If she’ll even be in our bed when I walk through the door. My instinct says yes. If I follow what Stone and Vander said, then she’s there waiting for me. But with Sorel, nothing is guaranteed. She’s the water perpetually flowing through my fingers, but she’s also what strengthens my veins and fills my heart.

Entering our bedroom, I find her sleeping on my side of the bed, her head on the pillow, her body curled up as it always is when she sleeps. She is my passion. My obsession. She is what I can no longer live without. My heart skips a beat, and my breathing turns shaky. The power this woman has over me. The miles I would walk for her. The mountains I would climb. The wars I would fight and the people I would destroy.

It’s incredible how your life can change in an instant. How simply arriving early to a restaurant would forever change mine. We were the only two there, and the moment I saw her, I knew I was never going to recover from the blow she had given me. But what I didn’t realize in that second was that Sorel was it. The girl. The one under my skin and tattooed across each of my organs. I could have claimed I was simply scratching a year-long itch, but even I knew better than to believe in such bullshit.

Rules to live by: If you can’t stop thinking about her, you sure as hell won’t be able to fuck her once to get her out of your system.

She’s the one I never knew I always wanted. I wasn’t prepared when she came along. I hadn’t signed up for her and all she came with. No, she blindsided me. She was a hit I never saw coming.

I even stumbled over my name when I introduced myself—something I had never done before. I sure as hell couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t hesitate to shamelessly flirt with her, but when I discovered she was dating my new teammate, it felt as though my legs had been cut off beneath me. I held back and played the friend card since I had no other one in my deck.

But the moment her eyes met mine outside the church that day, and she asked me to get her out of there, I knew it was finally my turn. I might have always been hers, but she was always meant to be mine.

I strip down and smile as I slide beneath the sheets and scooch in beside her. Sorel is the heaviest sleeper ever and she hardly stirs as I wrap her up in my arms, kiss her neck, and finally relax now that I’m beside her. My hand meets the small bump of her belly, and I smile. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. If she’ll even want me here, or if I’ll have a mountain of explaining to do, but for now, holding her like this… it’s perfect.

My hand drags along her stomach, and my lips land in the crook of her neck.

“You don’t get to touch the bump just yet.”

I grin against her skin.

“What do I have to do to deserve rubbing my hand over my child, Dr. Fritz-Reyes?”

“I heard a story about you tonight?”

“Is that so?” I question and kiss a trail up to her ear and settle my body in tighter behind her. “I hope it was a good one. A steamy romance would be best. Was it the one where the sexy football player gets the girl of his dreams, fucks her till she can’t see straight, and they live happily ever after?”

I can hear the sleepy smile in her voice as she asks, “How’d you know?”

“Because I’m a genius like that.” I kiss up the soft, sweet skin of her neck as my hand glides along her stomach and under her shirt before I grow sober and serious. “I’m so sorry about tonight. I’m sorry about all of it. I’m sorry you were forced to have doubts. I’m sorry you had to hear about what happened in my room from Eloise and not from me because when I called you this morning, I intended to tell you everything. I’m sorry you had to see the hit on the field. I’m just so sorry, Sorel.”

She reaches under her shirt and holds my hand against her ribs. “I know. I won’t lie and say that wasn’t an awful ten minutes because it was, but I believe you and I trust you. I knew in my gut you wouldn’t cheat, and because of that, it allowed me to eventually think clearly about what I actually saw and heard in those pictures and video.”

A shudder racks through me, and my face rests deeper against her as I begin to shake. The chokehold those words have over me, the power they wield…

“I love you,” I breathe against her. “I love you so much.”

“I hate that you’re a football player.”

I choke out a laugh. “Some moments are better than others.”

She rolls over in my arms and pushes me back so she can scan my chest, and when her gaze snags on the large bruise from where Tweo’s helmet slammed into my chest, followed by his shoulder pad, she gasps.

“Mason!”

Tentatively, she runs her fingers over it, being as ginger as she can be.

“I’ve had worse.”

She glances up and scowls at me. “Statements like that won’t get you laid. Did you hit your head too?”

“Not bad.”

“Not bad?!” she parrots heatedly. “How am I supposed to watch you play again?”

I lean up and kiss her lips. “I’m not usually hit like that.”

“That’s another thing.” She pushes me back, and her expression sobers. “You’re not the only one who had a big night.” She goes on to explain her conversation with Brody, where he stands on the pregnancy and the baby, and the ultimatum she left him with.

“You enlisted Vander to help you?” Now I understand why he said there was more, and we’d talk in the morning.

She shrugs. “Why not? You did.”

Touché. “Sorel…” I trail off, at a bit of a loss. “You didn’t need to do that for me, baby. I can more than handle him. The commissioner will review the tape, and Brody will get fined and probably fired.”

She frowns lightly. “You haven’t heard the audio, have you?”

Slowly I shake my head, feeling my face pinch up in confusion. “Not yet. But Tweo said⁠—”

“Tweo said this is for Brody. And he never got specific with what the threat was. It doesn’t actually implicate Brody in anything. Not fully. It could be construed that Tweo was acting on his own.”

I blow out a breath. I had just gotten my bell rung a bit, so I didn’t focus on the minutia of it. Just that he indicated it was a hit and a threat from Brody.

“By doing this, he won’t be able to seek further revenge against you—because clearly he’s spiteful like that—and I will have a guarantee that he won’t try to come after us somehow with the baby. He could seek full custody or drag us through court just to be a dick. This removes him from our lives completely.”

“Sorel, baby. If he doesn’t say yes to your deal, if he takes his chances…”

“I’ll do what I have to do, Mason. I’ll do it for all of us. And I will hold to my word, but I think he’ll do the smart thing and apologize so he can move on. He doesn’t want to pay child support, he doesn’t want his name tarnished more than it already has been, and he doesn’t want to lose his job. If he’s smart, he’ll get over his pride on this. Honestly, it’s more than he deserves.”

It’s impossible to argue with that, because no one wants him out of her life and away from the baby more than I do. I don’t even care so much about the apology. It’ll make him look like the wounded party still, but whatever. I don’t care about that, so I say, “Okay.”

She smiles. “Okay.”

I pull her shirt over her head and roll us until I’m above her, settling my weight on my forearms so I don’t press down on her. I stare into her eyes in the dark for a long moment before I dip and take her lips with mine. I want to sink into her, I want to feel her skin-to-skin, but that’s not the best with her belly, so I roll us again until she’s over me. My hands brush back her hair, and I cup her face so I can deepen the kiss.

This moment feels different. It’s the calm after the storm, and despite my exhaustion and the aching in my muscles, I’m relaxed in a way I haven’t been in months. The tension and weight I’ve been carrying are lifted from my chest and shoulders. Because she’s right. Brody will be smart enough to take the deal she offered him, which means he’s gone from our lives. It means the baby is officially mine, and the only person I’ll have to share it with is Sorel.

Her hips roll, and her pussy grinds against the hard length of my cock. It’s late—or early—and she has to be up for work in only a few hours. I don’t have time to savor her. Not right now anyway. I continue to kiss her as I tug my boxer briefs down followed by her underwear. My hand drags up her inner thigh, parting them over my own until she’s straddling me. As always with her, she’s fucking soaked, and without hesitation, I slide two fingers deep inside her.

She moans and arches her back, bringing her tits up closer to my mouth. I use my other hand to cup one of her breasts so I can get it the rest of the way there. Her nipple is sweet and tight, and I fucking love how this woman tastes. I give her a few more pumps with my fingers, just to make sure she’s ready for my cock, and then I slide them out of her, grip my dick in my hand, and feed it to her inch by inch.

Her pussy is a tight glove and takes my cock so well. A harsh breath slips out of my lungs, and I find her lips again, needing to kiss her as I start to move. She’s already panting, and I know it’s because she’s angled her body so the head of my cock hits her G-spot with every bounce and thrust.

“Fucking perfect,” I rasp against her lips because she is. She’s perfect in every way, but what makes her so is that she’s perfect for me. We’re perfect for each other. A match she never saw coming, and one that almost didn’t happen.

I suppose that’s fate.

I’m undeniably married to the love of my life, and we’re going to have a baby together, but this marriage isn’t real. Not in the sense I need it to be. Not in the way it counts. It’s not how we should have done this, and eventually I’m going to have to do something about that.

But for now…

I roll us once more and link our hands together, stretching them above her head. My forehead meets hers, and with our eyes glued, I pump into her, angling my hips up so I hit her front wall with my cock and her clit with my pelvic bone. Planting my knees into the bed, I increase my pace, unable to slow down. The smooth, wet, hot slide of her pussy is magic.

“Ah, Mason.”

I grunt, nearly coming on the spot just from that. “That’s it. Say it again. Say my name again. Tell me who’s fucking you. Tell me who’s going to make you come.”

“You. Oh god, Mason. Mason.” Her face pinches up, and her eyes close as she teeters right on the edge.

“That’s it, my pretty princess. Take it. Take all of me. Come for me.”

She does almost instantly. Her pussy clenches my cock and milks me, drawing my own orgasm from me in a ripping, strangled roar I have no control over. I watch her face and come along with her, unable to believe the sight before me and my luck at having her as mine.