Undeniably Married (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires Book 4)
Undeniably Married: Chapter 38

This is all going wrong. All of it. I had the entire night planned, and now it’s gone to shit.

“Mason,” Sorel breathes in a soft whisper as she sinks to her knees, ignoring the excited jumping and barking of our new crazy dog. I should have done more research, but this type came up as great with children, easily housebroken, playful, sweet, and protective. It felt like a no-brainer. Except for the puppy side of it.

And because of this wild thing, I can’t get to the boxes that were supposed to be delivered straight up to me so she wouldn’t see them. Now everything is a mess.

“What is this?” She picks up the silver frame and holds it in her hands.

“Give me a second. Don’t move or touch anything else.” I walk Vegas back into our bedroom and into his crate. He whimpers, and a pang of guilt hits me. “Sorry, buddy, but I have to go give Mommy her other surprise.” This time I make sure the door is locked, then I quickly throw on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt and fly back out to Sorel. She’s still sitting on her haunches, staring at the picture.

Thankfully she didn’t get farther than that. I skid onto my knees in front of her, and her watery eyes meet mine.

“You framed the ultrasound picture?” She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I thought I lost it.”

“After you initially showed it to me, I kept staring at it. I couldn’t stop. I had it in my nightstand drawer, but it was starting to crinkle, and I didn’t want it to get ruined.”

“So you had it framed?”

I nod. “What about these other two spaces in the frame? What are they for?”

“You told me we’d have another ultrasound around twenty weeks.” I tap the middle space. “That’s what this one is for, and the third I figured we could put baby’s first picture in there after it’s born.”

Sorel falls apart. “This is the sweetest…” She can’t even finish her sentence, and I find myself chuckling. Her hormones are the best. I shift so my legs are stretched out in front of me, and I pull her onto my lap, removing her coat and tossing it behind me as I go.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“You did.” Another sniffle. “The dog is crazy but adorable, and I love him already. And this… I have no words for this.”

“Happy three-month anniversary.”

“What?” she draws back, wiping the remaining tears from her face. “That’s what this dinner tonight is?”

I shrug. “I won’t be here on our actual anniversary so⁠—”

“Mason, I, we, three months isn’t, it’s not a⁠—”

I cut her off with a kiss. “Shh. I know what it is and what it’s not. I know how you feel about it. Actually, I know how you feel about all of it. I don’t care. I’ve decided I don’t care.”

“What do you mean you don’t care?”

I go for the other box. The one she hadn’t noticed because the picture frame caught her eye first. I pull out the small square box and drop it in her lap.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I’ve loved you from the moment I met you. I just didn’t realize it until I married you on that balcony. But when I said, I do, I meant it. I told you I’d give you three months, and I have. There will be no annulment, and there will be no divorce. I don’t care if we did everything backward. What we have is real, it’s binding, it’s forever.” I open the box to reveal the engagement ring I bought for her. “Sorel Fritz-Reyes, will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me again tonight? This time for real?”

She stares at me for the longest time, and finally, just when I think she’s about to get up and run away, she throws her arms around my neck and says, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you tonight.”

My heart thunders, and I hug her back before I cup her face in my hands and kiss her.

The ring slides on her finger right beside her wedding band, and she sighs as she stares down at it. “You really don’t half-ass anything, do you?”

I grin and kiss her neck. “Nope. Not my style.”

She plays with the two rings on her finger. “Marrying you on that balcony was the best drunken decision of my life.”

I smile and chuckle lightly. “Best drunken decision?”

Her head tilts, and her pretty hazel eyes meet mine. “The universe brought us together that day and to that moment. It brought me you. And you said yes when I asked. I think… I think my heart has always been yours. I just didn’t know till you said yes.”

“And now you said yes to me.”

She leans in, her hand on my cheek, and she kisses me. “Do you actually have a wedding planned for us tonight?”

I grin like a bastard. “I do. I even have a gown for you, courtesy of your sister, Serena.”

“What?” she squawks. “Serena is involved?! I just spoke to her, and she teased me that you were going to propose.”

“Of course she did,” I smart. “Because everything so far is starting off backward.”

“Aw.” She kisses me. “But that’s what’ll make a great story when we’re a hundred and fifty. What’s next?”

“Now we get married.”

Originally, Sorel was going to come home after I had everything set up. With the ring in my pocket, Vegas in his crate, and the frame in our room so I could show it to her later, my plan was to bring Sorel to Stella’s for “dinner” and surprise her. None of that happened, but as we enter Stella’s restaurant together, this might almost be better. Especially when she sees that everyone is here, including her brothers and Serena.

She gasps and immediately starts crying because that’s pregnant Sorel.

I flew everyone in, not even knowing if she’d say yes. It was ballsy, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, and I wanted us to have tonight as it should have been. Sorel showed me the envelope from Eloise. It was an invitation to her and Brody’s wedding, which made both of us grimace and laugh.

I told Sorel that I didn’t return the favor for tonight.

Eloise and Brody deserve each other, but more importantly, Sorel and I deserve each other.

“I’ll take her from here,” Serena says to me as she whisks Sorel away from me. I didn’t know how to plan this, but lucky for me, Serena did. Everything is how I think Sorel would want it. Candles and flowers and dim lighting and our people. It’s quiet and casual and pretty and romantic.

It’s our Vegas wedding, only multiplied and obviously without the covertly stolen picture and copious amounts of alcohol. Stone, Owen, Vander, and Bennett drag me toward the back where the makeshift altar is set up.

“Nice digs, man,” Bennett says to me, giving me a fist pound. “You did a good job. Katy nearly started crying again when she put Willow in her little flower girl dress.”

“You’ve got legit balls of steel doing it this way,” Stone tells me, giving me a bro hug. “What if she hadn’t said yes and you did all of this?” He pans his hand around the restaurant. Stella wouldn’t let me buy it out for the night. She told me she was more than happy to give her sister her wedding.

“Actually, she said yes way before we got here.” I launch into the story of what happened when she got home, including the bathrobe. My guys are splitting at the seams with hysterics, and I can’t even blame them for it. No one was ever supposed to see that bathrobe, but last year Stone and Vander caught me in, and tonight, Sorel.

Whatever. The fucking thing is soft and cozy. Let them laugh.

An hour later, I’m nervously munching on shit I shouldn’t be munching on. Tomorrow morning, the team flies to Florida. I likely should have waited. I don’t get to spend much time with her tonight, and I’m essentially leaving her with a puppy, even if I did get a trainer and walker set up for him. But I couldn’t wait any longer.

Our clock was ticking.

She said three months and then last week mentioned it again.

I had to make this real for her.

With that though, something niggles at the back of my neck, and I turn around and nearly pass out standing.

Holy shit.

Sorel is in a white calf-length dress that hugs every curve, including her beautiful bump. Her full cleavage spills out of the cinched chest and sharp V of the neckline. But it’s her pretty hair that’s swept up with only her bangs on her face and her makeup that’s shimmery and stunning. God. That’s my girl.

I can’t stop myself as I practically float across the room to her. I don’t care if this isn’t what it’s supposed to be. “Princess,” I greet her, smiling like a damn fool.

“Player,” she says back, and I laugh. This fucking girl.

There is movement all around me and a tug on my arm that tells me I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be down at the end of the altar waiting for her, but I can’t resist leaning in and whispering into her ear, “The moment the ceremony is over, I’m taking you into the bathroom and fucking you so hard, and I don’t care who hears us.”

My fingers glide along her neck before I wrap my hand around her. To anyone else, it looks like a loving caress. To my girl, it’s a promise.

She shivers, and her cheeks bloom with color.

On a wink, I head down to where Stone, Owen, and Bennett are waiting. Her asshat brothers hoot and holler at me, and I flip them off. They’re fucking ballbusters, but I’ve grown to like them more over the last couple of weeks that I’ve been planning this.

Vander gives me a shake of his head, either reading what my intention is with my wife—future wife? Wife redux? I don’t know—or annoyed that I have him up at the altar about to do the service. He doesn’t like being so out in the open. Even with this small, limited crew. I talked him into getting his minister’s license, and his father, Lenox is having the best time with that. Then again, my dad married him and his wife, so I suppose it’s full circle.

“Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls starts to play, and Sorel instantly tears up as her parents, one on each arm, walk her to me. Did she honestly think I wouldn’t play a 90s song for her? We had “Crash into Me” the first time, and now this one… I think this song is ours too.

Landon and Elle hand her over to me and I give them both hugs. They were more than a little thrilled and excited when I proposed doing this wedding tonight.

Vander heaves in a breath, throws me yet another glare, and gets started.

I hold Sorel’s hand and gaze into her eyes. This wedding is more of a reaffirmation of love and commitment since we’re technically already married, so it doesn’t require anything legal.

This is for her. This is so she knows how deep in this I am and never questions it. It’s to erase all of her regrets and remind her that I’ll always be her adventure.

That’s what we do for each other. It’s both of us. Never one-sided. And the moment I kiss her, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her belly, my life finally feels like it’s clicking into place, and all of the pieces I had scattered about come together into the most beautiful puzzle, complete with the picture Sorel always kept hidden from everyone but herself. It’s mine now too.

I grin against her lips and swoop her up into my arms to carry her over to where the dance floor and food are. A song I don’t know starts to play, and I draw her into me, our foreheads pressed as we slowly sway.

“Good surprise?” I ask softly.

“Incredible surprise. This is the wedding I always wanted. It’s perfect, Mason. All of it is.”

My chin drops and I kiss her, the rest of the room and the world fading away, leaving us in this bubble together.

“I’m sorry I have to leave you this weekend.”

She smiles against me. “Serena and my brothers are here. I’ll have plenty to keep me occupied and when you come home, we’ll make our own honeymoon at home.”

I’m already planning a trip for us during my bye week, but I don’t tell her that. It’ll be yet another surprise. The rest of the evening continues with us eating, dancing, and laughing with our family and friends. It’s the perfect wedding with my dream girl. But when everyone’s had a bit too much to drink and are having a bit too much fun on the dance floor, I wrap my arm around my bride and drag her toward the bathrooms.

“We can’t!” She laughs as I swing her straight into the ladies’ room since these places are always cleaner than men’s rooms.

“We can,” I assure her as I lock the door. “We’re married times two.” I push her back from me, and her hands fall to the counter behind her as she throws me the sexiest fucking look that legit makes my knees weak and my breath tumble from my chest. “Lift up your dress for me, Mrs. Reyes.”

“It’s Fritz-Reyes,” she remarks.

I shake my head. “Not right now, it’s not. You’re mine.” I jut my chin toward the bottom of her dress. “Show me what’s under there but keep the top on. Your tits look unbelievably sensational in that.”

One hand meets her knees, and she slides the dress up to reveal a white lacy garter and oh my fuck, those panties. They’re going in my mouth. Right now. I hit the floor on my knees and take over, a man already past his limit, and my face goes straight into her pussy with a deep inhale. God. The way she smells. I groan, my grip on her upper thighs tightening as I nearly bust a nut. I swear, since she’s been pregnant, her body is just…

I glance up at her. “I love you, and I know I’m supposed to be gentle and loving, but I need to do unholy things to you.”

Her hazel eyes turn black, and she bites her white teeth into her plump, pink lip. “You’ve been such a good boy. Do it.”

God. I’m so fucking done for.

“Come on, daddy.” She smirks tauntingly. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of getting caught.”

I chuckle and nip her inner thigh. “I don’t care if your entire family walks in right now. I won’t be able to stop.”

Her panties shred in my hands, and I cover her cunt with my lips while instantly thrusting my tongue straight up in her. I drag her thigh up and onto my shoulder, and I go to town, eating her out like I never have before.

“Show me those rings, princess,” I growl against her soaking wet flesh.

She wiggles her fingers in front of me before she runs her hand through my hair. My tongue flicks up and down, from side to side, and rings around her clit while I slip two fingers straight into her. My head tips back, and I watch her face, our eyes locked, as I tongue her pussy while finger fucking it. No. Finger banging it. I’m fucking her so hard and fast as my tongue licks and swirls and presses as hard as it can.

“Mason!”

“You’re loud, baby.” I reach up and grasp her neck. “Everyone is going to hear us. They’re all going to hear you come.”

I don’t squeeze. She’s pregnant. But I do give a tiny amount of pressure, so she feels it, and I continue to fuck her with my other hand and my tongue. Just as she’s about to come, I flip her around so her hands are forced to plant onto the counter and her face is almost right up against the glass of the mirror.

On a gasp, I split her cheeks and ring her asshole with my tongue.

“Oh hell, Mason.”

“They’re going to hear you,” I taunt, licking around her tight hole again before shoving my tongue inside and pumping it in and out. She moans, rocking forward, and I use my fingers to rub her clit while I continue to eat her ass.

“Oh my god! Then stop licking my ass with my family on the other side of the door. I can’t believe you’re doing that right now.”

Me neither, honestly. I smile into her. “Not gonna stop.”

I rub small, tight circles all over her clit and lick and tongue fuck her ass, and she comes, gripping the counter and watching her face in the reflection of the mirror with her tits half spilling out of her dress. Have I mentioned my wife is a goddess?

I don’t even wait before I stand up, pull my dick out of my pants, and slam straight into her from behind. I want to watch her face in the mirror as I fuck her, and this is the perfect way to do it. With her tits everywhere and her makeup a little smeared and her hair a bit disheveled and her face magnificently radiant with my cock inside of her.

I start to fuck into her as I grab the side of her face and turn her so she’s forced to kiss me. “Mine. My wife. Say it.”

“Yes,” she pants, barely able to catch her breath. “Yours. Your wife.”

“My baby.” I cup her belly. “All of this, it’s all mine now.”

“Yes,” she cries, meeting me thrust for thrust, impaling herself down on my cock with a rapid ferocity I can hardly keep up with. We fuck and fuck, and it’s noisy with our grunts and groans and moans and whimpers. It’s deep and hot as I watch her and she watches me. There is nothing better than this. I’d do anything for this woman. Anything.

Her body quivers and shakes, and her pussy clenches tight and hard to the point where I wheeze out a harsh breath. With her head back on my shoulder and her fists balled up on the counter, she starts to come all over me. The wet pulsing of her cunt is goddamn mind-blowing, and I can’t hold back as I shoot my load straight into her, pushing and thrusting and fucking coming so goddamn hard.

My forehead plants into the center of her back, right against the top of her dress, and I breathe raggedly, feeling like I just ran sprints up a mountain.

“We’re doing that again when I get you home.”

She giggles. “You young men and your stamina.”

I smirk. “I don’t hear you complaining.”

She slides off my dick, and I wince at the feel of losing her wet heat. She spins around but grabs a cloth towel from the counter. Men don’t get such luxuries in our bathroom. We’re forced to deal with rough paper.

She places the napkin between her legs and looks at me. “I love you, Mason. After we have this baby, I want you to adopt it. I want it to be legally yours, not just emotionally. I thought about this a while ago but wanted to wait for the right moment to bring it up. This is the right moment.”

I hadn’t thought about that, but I hold her face and kiss her lips so thoroughly, filled with so much love and gratitude, it makes my hands tremble.

“Thank you. Yes, I’d like to adopt the baby so it’s all mine.”

She nips at my lips. “And after we get used to it and it grows a little, I want you to get me pregnant again.”

My dick twitches as if to say, we’re ready for our assignment. “Just tell me when.”

She smiles. It’s the happiest smile I’ve seen on her yet, and it fills my chest with a warmth I can’t even begin to comprehend.

Leaning in, she kisses my lips and then scoots into the stall to pee.

“Out, Mason.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I tease. I go to open the door and halt in my tracks at the people I find right on the other side. “Landon. Octavia. Hi!”