He held me tenderly in the bath, his huge frame even warmer than the water.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

He squeezed me. I nodded.

“Okay.”

“I need to know where my girls are at all times.”

“I know.”

And I did know. He’d finally told me the whole story. And I felt the same fear he did. But not fear for myself. Fear for Paton and fear for him.

As usual, he seemed to read my mind.

“Don’t worry, Kelly is off the radar so her place is safe. And even if they knew about her, I’m pretty sure Cain is keeping both eyes on her. Not to mention that her big brother is an FBI agent.”

“Okay.”

I snuggled a bit and felt his cock thicken against my lower back.

He groaned, making that sexy, almost painful sound I knew so well. He wanted to fuck, but he wanted to take care of me more. I knew he probably thought he’d hurt me or something ridiculous.

Little did he know how much I’d liked it.

Apparently, Mason had been celibate even longer than I had. But he told me that wasn’t why he was so insatiable. He said it was all me.

I wiggled my hips restlessly. I was turned on too. I always was around him.

Besides, my bottom was barely even sore. And my lady parts were more than okay.

“Michelle…”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? I was pretty rough on you earlier.”

“No. It was perfect.”

He groaned and gave in. I felt his fingers veer down to my pussy, holding it open as he pushed into me from behind. I was still slick inside, even after soaking in the hot tub for so long.

“Oh…”

It was hard to form sentences but what I was thinking was ‘thank you.’

I gripped the edge of the tub as Mason started working on me from beneath. He held my hips firmly as he inched his way deeper. Then he started slow, hard thrusts without pulling too far out of me.

It felt heavenly.

The tingles were already zinging all over my body when his hands moved up to my breasts. I gasped as he rubbed his calloused thumbs over my hard nipples, making my pussy clamp down on him instinctively.

He had his tempo now. A little faster, a little harder. Bath water splashed all over the place with each thrust.

And then he slid one hand down to my clit. His finger brushed my most sensitive spot once. Twice.

My body arched out of the tub as the orgasm hit me. I stared blindly at the ceiling as I convulsed, turning my limbs to jelly. I sank back into the tub, still shaking.

Still coming.

Mason kept fucking me through it all. Kept toying with my tits and my clit. Kept the steady rhythm of his hips.

I never really stopped coming over the next twenty minutes or so. But when I felt his shaft expand inside me, I knew we were about to come together. Hard. The sexy moan he made in my ear was enough to send me over the edge.

Mason hissed in pleasure as he came, his hands holding me firmly in place on his cock. I knew he wanted to make a baby. He’d told me many times late at night when he held me close in between making passionate love to me.

I hadn’t said anything yet but I had stopped taking my pill. Three days ago, to be exact.

As his seed flooded me I smiled. This could be it. This could be the start of another child.

* * *

“I have to tell you something.”

Mason was half-dressed and standing behind me, combing my long wet hair for me. I loved when he did things like that. Taking care of me. He was so good at it.

Our eyes met in the mirror. He didn’t say a word, just cocked his eyebrow.

“I went off my pill.”

He stared at me for a half second. I thought he might be scared. Or angry. I realized I probably should have told him in advance.

My heart was racing as our eyes connected in the mirror.

And then he smiled. A smile of pure joy that lit up his craggy, impossibly handsome face.

He let out a whoop and pulled me into his arms. He lifted me up, squeezing me hard. Then he kissed me, finally setting me back on my feet.

“I wasn’t sure you wanted to…”

I poked his chest and smiled up at him.

“You dropped enough hints.”

“Well maybe I wasn’t subtle. I didn’t know if you wanted a family with an old coot like me.”

“With you? I want everything.”

He closed his eyes and I saw that he was close to tears. His eyes were shining as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“Me too, Michelle. I want everything too. In fact…”

He lowered himself to his knee and took my hand.

“Will you marry me, Michelle?”

He reached into his jeans and pulled out a box. The tears started flowing before he even opened it. Inside was a ring. It was simple, a plain gold band with a square cut emerald on top. It was classic and subtle but oh so sparkly.

It was perfect. Not that it mattered. I would have married Mason if he offered me a rubber band to wear on my finger.

“Yes. Yes, Mason. I will marry you.”

He slid the ring onto my finger and stood, pulling me close. He caressed my face with one hand, and my ass with the other.

“Well, aren’t I the luckiest sonofabitch alive?”