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Chapter forty-one

I want you to own every piece of me

Mason

I didn’t think she could get more beautiful.

But, the way her hair glows in the bright summer light in billowing curls that frame her flushed face, and the tiny flowers highlighting the soft yellow sundress that flows around her like a spring breeze, I can feel my jaw drop in awe.

She’s mine .

“Dix? I want you to meet Lori.” I hold out my palm to her and she slides her waist into it.

“Pleasure to meet you.” His mustache twitches before he kisses the back of her knuckles.

“Thank you.” She flattens her fingers over my side when he lets go.

“You’re gorgeous, baby,” I whisper before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Ready?”

When she nods, Dixon steps around us and takes his place beneath the woven branches Sawyer put up between the two granite boulders.

The late summer heat has the creek down to just a trickle, but it’s enough to fill the silence before he begins.

My children and best friend stand just behind.

Everyone I love and care about is here, today.

As Dixon begins, I hear Sophia and Sawyer hissing at each other.

“Back up!” she whispers.

“No, I wanna hear,” he retorts.

“I need pictures!” Her voice begins to raise.

Lori’s fingers tighten on my wrist, and I catch a hint of a smile tugging up the corner of her mouth.

“Shush.” Ford pushes between them, separating them like I used to when they were little.

I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. I can’t wait until I have a whole new pack of kids to listen to.

I never thought it would be a source of comfort hearing them bicker. But, they’re both here, in support of me.

And, my new wife.

Dixon clears his throat. “Mason?”

Shit. I’m up.

Taking Lori’s hand, I turn her to face me.

“Before I met you, I thought I was destined to travel this life alone, never believing that I could find love a second time. You are the light that led me from darkness, the seed of hope that gives me a brighter future. With you in my life, I no longer dread the nights and eagerly await each dawn, just to wake up with you in my arms.” Pulling the ring from my pocket, I slide it over her finger.

“I promise the sweat of my brow, the strength in my body, and the love in my heart, to do everything I can to show you each day what you mean to me.” I tug her hand up to kiss where the gold band sits at her knuckle.

Her palm turns and rests on my jaw, stroking my lip with her thumb. “That was beautiful,” she says quietly, then glances at Dixon.

He nods slightly.

“I don’t have many friends,” she stammers. “Sophia was the first person to really see me for who I am.” She turns and smiles toward my daughter, who fights a sob.

“I never expected that the most genuine human I’ve ever met would have such an amazing man for her father. One who is kind, strong, and caring. Who puts his family first and his own needs second.” Lori grips my wrist tightly and takes a steadying breath. “You made me feel welcome, and special from the moment I arrived. You make me want to be a better person, because the love you give me deserves the best. I am honored to become a part of your life, and will love and cherish every day that we have together.” Her hand shakes as she threads the ring onto my finger.

Fuck, I’d marry her again just to hear her say that.

The “I do’s” blur past me.

It’s only when I press my lips against hers in a soul crushing kiss that time slows down.

She’s really mine.

Sophia cries, and Sawyer whoops with Ford, tossing their hats in the air.

I don’t want to let Lori go. But, I know I have the rest of our lives to hold her tightly.

She turns and pulls my stoic brother in for a hug. “Thank you. That was so nice of you.”

He stiffly pats her back, looking at me with a grimace.

I know how much he dislikes people touching him. It’s probably good for him.

Lori doesn’t seem to notice his discomfort before turning and clinging to Sophia.

“Yea, thank’s Dix.” I hold out my hand to shake his.

He surprises me by pulling me into a hug. “Congrats, Mason. I’m a little jealous you’ve found love twice.”

His left eye twitches slightly as he pulls away.

Was that real? Since when is he envious of me?

“You’re missing out, Dix.” I let out a long exhale watching my pregnant wife smile and laugh with my kids. “It’s the best thing in the world.”

“Where are we going?” She has one hand tightly gripping mine, while the other holds firmly onto the handle near her head.

Navigating over the rough trail with the side by side, I’m almost to the smoother part.

“Just around the next corner.” Yanking the wheel to the left, I manage to keep the machine from scraping the trunk of a heavy pine. “I wanted to set up a camp in that place you found me that night. But, this one is easier to drive to.”

“Easier?” she squeaks as the tires bounce over heavy rocks.

Cresting the last hill, I catch sight of the tiny roof of the cabin.

“It’ll be worth it.” I could hardly wait to get her away from everyone else. Ford did me a huge favor by getting this place ready for me.

As much as I’d love to keep her in our bed for days, I don’t want my kids having to hear us if I can help it.

We just need some time to ourselves. And, until she figures out where she wants her honeymoon, this is perfect.

Her yellow dress glows as if the sun is sitting next to me. I can’t stop my eyes from finding her. I’m her Icarus being drawn to her shine.

“Okay, this is adorable.” She springs from her seat before I’m in park and runs to the thick row of lavender that’s growing near the creek bed.

Old birch trees shade the small cabin. It helps it to stay cooler in the summer.

But the generator is big enough to run the air conditioner, just in case.

“What is this place?” She turns with wide eyes before bending to sniff a wild morning glory that trails up the frame. “It’s magical.”

“After Carolyn died, I spent a lot of time here. It was a place to hide when I couldn’t face the world.” Shit. I didn’t want to put a damper on this.

“But it’s also where I found peace. Now, I have love here, too.” I pull her into my arms and wrap her tightly. “It can be our private getaway.”

She loops her hands around my neck, molding her body against me. “Anywhere with you is. You make the rest of the world disappear.” She pulls me down to press her lips to mine.

A growl escapes my chest as her tongue swipes the seam of my mouth, begging me to open.

Who am I to argue?

It’s been since yesterday that I’ve been buried within her, and I’m starving for it.

As I nibble and taste her, my palms gather the flowing fabric of her dress until I can feel the bare skin of her thighs.

But I keep raising them. “Off with this. I want to see my wife naked in the trees with me.”

Her green eyes lock with mine as she steps away and obediently raises her elbows, letting me pull her bright outfit over her head.

“That’s a good girl.” Carefully, I drape it on the small porch rail.

When I turn back, my cock turns to steel seeing her dropping her bra to the ground as she shimmies out of her panties.

Her pale breasts are already swelling in the early stages of her pregnancy. Fuck, I can’t wait until her belly starts to show.

I take less care with my own shirt, popping two of the buttons in my haste to strip it off. The need to feel her skin against mine pushes the limits of my self control.

My boots fall in random places, then my new jeans land in the hard dirt of the walkway.

“Mason?” Her hot breath warms my neck as I scoop her up, carrying her to the thick blanket already spread by a pool in the small stream.

“Yes, dear?” I don’t care what she asks me. I’ll do it.

The tip of my cock rubs against her hip with every step. Part of me tries to hurry, but I slow my pace to savor holding her.

“I want you to own every piece of me.” Her nails trace my tattoo leaving a line of goosebumps behind.

Knowing what her words imply makes my dick leak in anticipation.

The blanket cushions her as I set her down slowly, then follow her with my body. It’s like I’m feeling her for the first time.

But now, I know the nuances of her. That she loves it when I press my tongue below her ear and nip her skin between my teeth.

And how her breath catches when I roll one of her taut nipples with my fingers. I can make her jump if I stroke her just so along her ribs until I hit the ticklish spot at the apex of her thighs.

She runs her nails up my back and over my shoulders, raking a groan from my throat.

“I love it when you make that noise,” she murmurs into the hollow of my neck.

“Let me check.” Working my way down her body, I dip my hand between her legs. “Hmm, so wet, baby. Can you give me more?” I let the rumble vibrate out of me.

She writhes, mewling against my touch, her thighs squeeze my fingers tighter to her pussy. Suctioning her swollen breast between my lips makes her arch away from the thick blanket. When they’re full of milk, it will only make them sweeter.

Jesus, the thought makes my nuts tighten.

My wife. Soon to be the mother of my child. I want to howl at the moon so the very heavens above look down to see me claim her, over and over.

I’ll make her scream instead.

Letting myself taste my way down, I make sure to lavish attention below her belly button. The proof of my love is being nurtured just within her trembling skin.

I wonder if it was that first night. She gave herself to me, and is carrying the culmination of our surrender to the unstoppable force that drove us together.

Neither of us could avoid it.

I’m glad we gave in.

“Thank you,” I whisper as my mouth closes over her hardened clit.

“Oh!” Her shoulders raise and her chin pushes to the sky. “Welcome? For what?” she pants, churning her hips against my face.

“For risking everything to find me that night.” Flattening my tongue, I lick from her slick entrance up to nibble on the inside of her thigh.

“I only have one regret.” She raises her head high enough to smile at me.

“Tell me.” I slide two fingers deep within her and start slowly pumping them in and out.

She slumps down, her breath comes in rapid gasps as I increase the speed of my churning hand.

“Tell me, baby.” My mouth finds her engorged clit. With a spasm, her nails dig into my scalp and her knees clamp behind my head.

“I wish—” Her whine betrays how close she is. I can feel the walls of her hot cunt tightening around my knuckles with every thrust. “—that I had kissed you sooner!” she screams as her body convulses, her inner muscles pulsing around me.

I have to be inside of her. But I want to make her remember the first time I have her as my wife.

So, it won’t be out here.

She’s still working to catch her breath when I pick her up and cradle her to my chest.

I don’t dawdle, either. Pushing open the door, I barely notice the rose petals adorning the floor and the bed.

Fresh paint still lingers in the air.

Ford was busy.

I’ll look later. All I need is the bag I had him deliver ahead of us.

Perfect, it’s on the nightstand.

“Mason, this is so cozy!” Her cheeks and chest are flushed with the pink of her orgasm as she sprawls across the clean linens.

Her focus quickly falls back on me when I push her knees apart and bury my face between them.

She tastes even better after she comes. It’s nectar for her hungry man.

“Oh…” Her languid moan makes her stretch across the pillows, her fingers finding the rough hewn headboard.

I want more.

Plunging my fingers back into her, I work her sleek juices down before following with my tongue.

Spreading her thighs out and up, she’s my beautiful butterfly, open and willing for me.

A pinky first, wet and slow into her tight little asshole.

The sounds from her throat change as I give her what she’s been wanting.

“You tell me if I need to slow down, okay?” I can feel her relax with each stroke, enough that I can slide in another finger.

“Mas-Mason.” She draws my name out in rhythm with my hand. She pushes with her hands against the knotty pine and tilts her pelvis letting me push deeper. “Yes,” she hisses. “It feels so—” Her words are lost when she loses control, crying out when the climax rushes through her.

Both of her tight fucking holes squeeze down on me, and I almost come against the blanket.

I should have jacked off before the ceremony so I could last longer. I don’t know how I’ll be able to hold back once I’m in her.

I guess if that happens, we’ll just have to do it again.

There are no downsides.

Her hands fist the comforter and her head thrashes against the downy pillows as I keep my fingers moving, building her for another release before she’s had a chance to recover.

Then I slip in a third digit.

Her heels dig into my shoulders as her body tenses and tries to levitate to the ceiling.

I move slowly, letting her acclimate. When I can feel her stretch enough, I pull myself onto my knees.

“Are you ready, baby?” Reaching for the bag, I pull out the bottle of lube I brought for this very special occasion.

Her eyes open, half lidded. Biting her lip, she nods.

“This might be cold.” Squirting a generous amount on my hand, I push it into her.

She gasps until it warms, but pulls her knees further for me.

“Good girl, baby. You tell me if it hurts.” Slathering the tip of my dick with the slippery gel, I squeeze my shaft hard so the pain keeps me moving slowly.

I’d rather cut it off than rush her.

Her eyes flutter open and she meets my gaze.

There’s an intimacy that we’ve never had before in our locked stare.

She’s vulnerable, trusting, and willing to let me take her to new heights.

I don’t take this responsibility lightly.

Fuck she feels amazing.

My hips gyrate in fractions, the tiniest of twinges forward.

She’s so tight, I dig my own nails into my knee to keep myself in check.

“Mason…please…” Her fingers claw at my arm, making me freeze.

“No!” she protests. “More. Too slow.” A smile lifts her lips and she tugs at me.

I lose a growl. My wife.

Begging for me to fuck her ass.

I’m the luckiest man in the world.

My abdomen quivers with restraint, but I follow her wishes and let my hips push further with rapidly increasing speed.

“Yes!” she cries, her head falling backwards. “Please!”

Sweat beads over her chest as I let go of my cock.

God damn she’s so tight. Once I get past the inner ring of muscles, her body contorts, locking me within her with her calves.

One long moan rises from her sultry throat as I fully seat myself in her.

I’m not going to make it. My arms frame her shoulders, leaning over her, my hips begin to piston uncontrollably.

“Faster!” she screams, digging her fingers into my upper arms.

It’s only three more full plunges before she rockets over the edge, locked in a silent scream, she contracts around my cock like a tourniquet, forcing me to tip with her into a shuddering release.

Every drop of fluid in my body gets pumped into her ravenous ass. And yet, it still spasms around me until I’m spent.

Collapsing over her, I’m drained.

Euphoric.

Our bellies stick together, but neither of us move until my dick softens enough to slide out.

Peppering light kisses against her temple, I manage to push myself off the bed and move with wobbly, weak legs to the tiny bathroom.

A propane on-demand hot water heater is the best thing I could have ever put in here.

After wiping myself off, I warm a washcloth and find her still in the same position, sprawled across the mattress.

She has a slight smile lighting up her sleepy features.

“Open up, baby. Let me take care of you.” I take my time, making sure she’s cared for, then I tug one side of the blanket down and gently shift her onto the cool sheets within.

Curling myself around her hot body, she sighs as she settles against me.

“I love you, Mr. Mason McCullough.” Her voice has the sing-song of drowsiness.

“I love you, too, Mrs. Lorilei McCullough.”