#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Mason nodded.

“Oh yeah, more butter sweetheart,” he growled, squeezing my knee under the table. “More buttah makes it bettah,” he added lasciviously, making me sizzle.

But my dad jumped in before it got too crazy.

“Absolutely. Lynne and I are vegans, but these are just too good to pass up, butter or no butter. Mmm, great job honey.”

And I blushed again, so happy in this circle of love. Because after the shocking events bringing Mason and I together, we’ve come to this. We’re now an established couple, close to both sets of parents, basking in the warm glow of security and contentment.

Lynne piped up then.

“I’m so happy for you,” she said, looking at us. “Both of you have done so well.”

And it’s true. In the last year, Mason started a new business and became some sort of tech entrepreneur, running electronic payments and whatnot. Although the subject matter was obscure, my man has a golden touch and the business was already flourishing, rounds of investors ponying up.

In addition, my dad and Lynne moved back to New York and started their strange yoga slash tantric sex studio. Weird right? But it was a success. People book classes so fast they actually crashed the website more than once.

Plus, Lynne is just awesome, overall. Most people don’t love their stepmoms, but maybe it’s different for me because I’m an adult already. Maybe it’s because she brought my dad and I back together, so I feel like I have two moms now: Rhonda and Lynne. And both were giving me marriage advice even though Mason hasn’t asked yet.

“It’s only a matter of time, my girl,” Lynne smiled when the topic came up.

“It’ll happen,” added Rhonda with a happy chortle. “I know my son, it’ll happen, trust me.”

I blushed. I hoped so. And yet even without the question, I was deliriously happy because I already have the perfect life.

Mason loves me.

My pleasure is paramount, and the alpha makes sure I know it every day.

At home, he cooks dinner for us sometimes just to give me the night off. He buys me little gifts, leaving them around the house as surprises. And we have sex all the time. God, it’s so good. Even after a year, he keeps me open and wet constantly, begging for more. I don’t think anyone could have a better time in the bedroom. Plus, he encourages me in so many ways. I don’t work in the library anymore, but I’m well on my way to finishing that degree and maybe even getting an advanced diploma. I don’t know, we’ll see.

But Mason’s still Mason, and the billionaire turned to me with gleaming blue eyes once the last pierogi was gone.

“You done eating, babe?”

I looked up in surprise and realized that my parents and Rhonda were off in the kitchen chatting merrily. God, I must have really zoned out. Happiness did that to me.

“Yes, thank you,” I murmured, leaning back as he grabbed my plate. “Thanks honey.” He kissed me on the cheek and even though we’ve been together for more than a year, I blushed.

After dinner, we sat around in the lit fireplace living room and laughed while our parents played a drinking game. I sat in Mason’s lap and drowsed in his arms while George, Lynne and Rhonda got sloppy drunk. I know, the thought of old people getting hammered is really weird. But hey, I’m glad their lives are full, living each day to the max.

But when Rhonda, George and Lynne wandered to the back patio to dip their legs in the pool, Mason turned towards me.

“Ready for bed, sweet thing?” Mason whispered in my ear as splashing sounds started. “Ready?”

I sighed and looked up at him.

“Yes,” was my contented reply. “Yes, let’s go.” We weren’t that tired, but it was time for something else. Because once inside the guest bedroom, Mason immediately pushed me against the door, dipping his head for a kiss.

“Sometimes I forget how hot you make me.” He sucked on my tongue, slow and dirty, like he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on my clit to do the same.

Every trace of exhaustion evaporated as I clung to that broad frame, panting into his sexy mouth while his big body warmed me all over. That thick rod pushed into my belly, tantalizingly close yet not close enough.

God, I loved him.

It’s always so good, so satisfying and hot.

This man is my everything, and I groaned once more against his lips, twisting my hips sinuously.

Mason chuckled deep in his chest.

“It’s coming, baby girl. It’s coming, don’t you worry.”

I panted again. Because it’s been a long road, for sure. Even this trip was unexpected. When he suggested we come visit his mom and bring my dad and Lynne, I didn’t think I was ready. I thought he was just joking. What? Our parents were gonna meet, like we were serious? Sure, Mason’s met George and Lynne plenty of times but this time it was different.