Mason's Winter

“Good, because when everyone leaves, I’m going to make you so happy, you scream,” he whispers in my ear. “My name. Over and over again.”

The day flew by in a hurry, and now everyone was down for an afternoon nap before we make Christmas dinner. I take my man’s hand and lead him to our bedroom. As soon as the door closes, I slip the little tag right where I want it. “I have one more present for you to open, Mr. Hunt.”

He growls, staring right at my core. “Fuck yeah, talk about the perfect gift.” He’s on me, pinning me to the bedroom door and kissing me hard. Mason lifts my arms over my head, running his hand back down them to my breasts and over my waist until he reaches my ass. He squeezes it before grabbing the waistband and dragging them down, revealing my pussy to his face. Quickly, he takes them completely off of me and lifts my legs over his shoulders.

“My favorite gift,” he mumbles on my mound. I run my hands over my breasts, needing to come so damn bad. I hear his undoing his belt, then he stands, his thick cock pointing at me. I moan wanting him to dirty things to me, and he does. I find myself spun around and bent over as he pushes deep inside my greedy slit and swats my ass. Leaning over my back, he huskily whispers in my ear, “You’re mine, Winter, and I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Me either,” I whimper, tightening my walls as my orgasm comes to the surface. I thrust back, taking control, so he knows what I want without me having to say it. He cups my breasts, pinching my nipples, and pumps deep into me until I’m coming. I cover my mouth, so the rest of the house doesn’t hear me cry out, “Mason.”

He roars my name into the middle of my back, then drops kisses on my neck before helping straighten up. We go into the bathroom giggling. And I see the stick on the back of the toilet. Shit, I can’t believe I left it in there.

He picks it up and turns around. “Baby, are you serious? Are we having another baby,” he asks, smiling from ear to ear.

“It’s fast, but your men know how to swim.”

“Yes, they do. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine so far. I just missed my period this week, so I checked. I mean we’ve only been back to getting it on for about a month.”

“Now we have another reason to celebrate.” He bends down, kissing me until I’m breathless.

I smile and remind him, “I still have to check with the doctor, but I believe it’s accurate.”

He nods, but “Little momma, why don’t you rest for a little while. We have an hour before dinner needs to get started.”

“Lay with me,” I say, dragging him back to the bed. We climb into bed in half-dressed.

“No other place I’d rather be.”

Mason

Christmas Four More Years

Liam and Max run into our room and jump on the bed, waking us up. “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas,” Liam shouts. Then I remember that they are jumping around Winter who is six months pregnant. I stop them and say, “Boys, boys, be careful. You could hurt mommy.”

“I’m right here. Smile,” Winter says from the bathroom door with her camera. I sit up and smile, and the boys do their best to freeze so she can take a picture. “Perfect.”

“Get your butt on the bed with us, mommy,” I order her. She hurries to the bed cautiously. We cuddle as a family, and I take the camera from her and do a group selfie.

“Presents, presents. Merry Kistmas, mommy,” Max says, hugging her as best as he can. We all say Merry Christmas, and I take a couple of fun shots of us playing before we head downstairs. Liam is four, Max is three, and our little princess is on her way. Winter went on birth control for a full two years, so she wouldn’t get pregnant right away and as soon as she stopped—boom pregnant again.

“Okay, we’ll go down right now. Are my parents up?” They have been spending the night on Christmas Eve after Liam’s first Christmas, so they didn’t miss out on a moment of the celebration.

“Yes, they are.” I’ve started referring to Harry as my dad because he’s been wonderful to us and loves my mother with his every last being.

As we go downstairs, the boys run into grandpa Harry’s arms. My mom comes out with a tray of coffee and cocoa and sets it on the table. “Santa came,” Liam squeals with wide light brown eyes. Both boys pass up the cocoa to get to their Christmas presents.

“Take it easy boys and pass a present to everyone,” Winter instructs them. It takes a second for the emotions to settle and for them to follow the rules.