Mason's Winter

“I love you,” I whimper as he slips one hand down to my breasts and squeezes. I’m closer than I thought I was. My movements become erratic, but Mason, now that he’s awake, takes the lead.

He sucks my breast into his mouth, and I’m clenching around his cock like a vice as I come on him. A deep chesty growl rips from his throat before he flips me onto my back, and pumping into me with rapid, fluid thrusts until streams of his seed fill my womb. Thinking about having his baby causes my pussy to pulse and take all he has to give.

“You like that don’t you?” he grunts above me. “Your pussy demands my seed, doesn’t it?” He drops down onto his forearms and kisses me deeply until both of us are breathless.

“Wow, Winter. Now talk about spoiling me. I could get used to that.”

“So can I,” I sigh, feeling totally relaxed.

“I’m going to jump in the shower if you want to join me,” he says.

“I’d like that.”

As soon as I’m out of the shower, I see that I missed a call from my former professor’s wife. I check the voicemail. “Winter, I wanted to see if you still had plans to move in with us. We haven’t heard back and well, we’re getting worried. Please call us back.”

I call her back right away. “Hi, Mrs. Reedy. Sorry, I haven’t called you sooner, but I’ve found a place to stay and have moved out of my step-father’s home. I can’t thank you both enough for everything you have done and offered.”

“You’re welcome, my dear. We were just concerned. With the holidays around the corner, it’s terrible for you to be alone.”

“Thank you, but I won’t be. Things have changed for me in the past few weeks. Perhaps we can get together and have dinner soon.”

“Yes, that sounds wonderful. We’re going to see our daughter out of town next week for the holiday. We planned on inviting you, so if you change your mind, you’re more than welcome to come.”

“Thank you, but I can’t. I hope you both have a great holiday.”

“You too. Take care, my dear.” We hang up, and I fill Mason in about the offer they made me before we met.

“They sound like pretty great people. I’m glad you had someone to lean on if you needed it. Now let’s go feed your belly monster before they deliver the tree.”

Chapter 12

Mason

I stare at her, knowing that this is just the beginning. She’s standing there in an off-white sweater, her hair spilling over her shoulders, holding a box of Christmas ornaments and picking the next place on the tree to put it. I know things won’t be this easy and perfect, but I’m a happy motherfucker, and I don’t want to lose this moment. I sneak out my phone and snap a picture. She hears the sound of the camera shutter and turns to me with a smile. I steal another shot of her. “You’re taking a picture of me?” she exclaims, blushing and I have to kiss her. Fuck, I have to do so much more.

Rushing to her side, I take the box from her hands and set it on the table. Then I wrap my arms around her and lower my head for a kiss. She slides her slender fingers up my chest and around my neck. I pull back because I don’t want to get carried away before I get to do what I wanted.

“I love you, Winter. In the few short weeks since we met, my world has changed for the better. I thought I had everything I needed until you. Now my life isn’t right if you’re not around.” I drop to one knee, open the tiny box I took out of my pocket, and finish, “Will you marry me?”

She clasps her hand to her lips and the other to her chest, tears immediately falling, then she answers me after what feels like an eternity. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I slide the ring on her finger and stand, kissing her again. “As much as I want to celebrate with you naked under the tree, we have to get this all together. I have a feeling my mother will be here sooner rather than later.”

“Wait, she’s coming here for dinner? I haven’t taken anything out to make. Heck, I don’t even know if you have anything to cook.”

“Don’t worry. We’re not having a fancy dinner. She wants to cook for us, but she’s bringing all the ingredients. She knows I don’t cook a lot since I’ve been alone for years.”

“Oh, I thought we would go to a restaurant. This is actually better, but it would be better if I was doing the cooking. I don’t want her to think I’m not good enough.”

I stop her sudden jitters and state as clearly as possible, “Winter, my mother is going to love you. As long as you make me happy and we’re trying for a baby, I don’t think she’d care if you ever picked up a spatula again.”