I HAD FINALLY CONVINCED MASON I was okay, after passing out at training the other day. Mason had gone nuts and said no more training and kicked Darren’s arse, but I convinced Mason I’d take a couple of days rest and be better. There was no need for the hospital or to stop training all together. He hadn’t left my side but today I needed to talk with the lawyers without him. I couldn’t handle him hovering over me while I relived and told things I was terrified to tell.
I’d gone to meet with the prosecutors as they went over with me what I’d be asked and what the defense lawyers would likely argue to try and slip me up. The next couple of weeks I knew were going to be tiring as two trials were going one after the other. Then I would get a rest for a couple of months as I was told they were gathering more evidence against the others they had arrested.
Mason had wanted to be around, but I knew if he had he would have blown his stack or attacked the lawyers. My therapist had been there and she had been great. Mason’s mother had been there too and she was a massive support. I loved Gillian and was feeling so blessed that soon she would be my mother-in-law. Bailey and the other wives my age had warned me about her, but I just adored her. Gillian might have been full-on and controlling, but she was just what I wanted, no, needed.
Even though I loved my soon to be mother-in-law, I was sure she wouldn’t approve of what I was doing now. I pushed her from my thoughts. She and everyone else had left a couple of hours ago. My day had sucked and I was depressed. I’d started reading a romance book hoping that may pick me up my mood but, the book had gotten steamy when it became a ménage. I’d gotten curious at some of the things the characters where doing, like double penetration, bondage, and anal play. I wasn’t a prude and I’d been on the streets and seen some pretty outrageous things, but I hadn’t stayed to look and I had never thought of anal sex. My mind had never strayed there.
Mason’s penis was the only one I had really seen. Sure, I’d had bad experiences in the foster homes and I’d gotten a glimpse or two on the street catching perverted acts, but I had never really looked. I was curious to see if Mason’s dick was normal. I was sure it was big, but as I had nothing to compare it to, I wanted to look. Leaving the lounge room, I was happy Mason was out training so he didn’t see what I was doing. That would’ve been embarrassing. I went to our room, sat in the middle of our bed with the laptop inches from my face. Staring at my screen, I typed in what I wanted. I was going to see other penises to compare to Mason’s. Chewing on my bottom lip, I thought about myself down there. Was I normal? I’d better check that out, too.
Half an hour later I was soaking wet and squirming on the bed as I stared at the screen. I watched a bunch of men shoving their dicks in the porn actress. I’d typed in, ‘lots of dick and cock porn with pussy’ and gotten vids of women having gangbangs and their pussies filled with three cocks or two in the pussy and two in her anus. At least now I knew that Mason had a well above average penis and it explained why I felt so full when he made love to me. There was no way I could deal with any more than just his. It was nice to know I was normal, maybe a little smaller than what I was seeing, but still, from what I could see, normal.
I should turn off the group porn, but I was fascinated at how all the men twisted and played Tetris to all fit. Lifting the laptop off me, I took off my undies and lifted my skirt up. I placed my fingers over my pussy. I had a little landing strip of hair. Bailey, Jade, and Divinity had dragged me to get waxed and I had cried like a baby when she did it. Spreading my legs, I tried to lift them how the woman had them, but I wasn’t that flexible.
“What the hell are you watching?” Mason screeched.
I shut the laptop quickly, jumped off the bed, and stood clutching the computer, lost for words.
Oh crap! I was just caught looking at porn. Oh my God, how embarrassing.
“Um, er, nothing.” I looked anywhere but his face. He stalked to me and I gripped the laptop to my chest and darted my gaze around looking for a place to hide. I backed up and hit the wall.
Mason smirked as he caged me in and took the laptop opening it and pressing enter. The gangbang was still on the screen and they were going at her hard. He watched it for five or so minutes before his dark brown penetrating stare caught mine. “Mmm, does my woman like watching porn? Is your pussy wet.” A surprised yelp left my lips as he delved two fingers into me. “Fuck. You’re soaking, bear.”
Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head. “It’s not what it looks like.”
His lips twitched and his smirk got bigger. “Oh yeah? What has you looking at a woman being fucked by a bunch of men?”
“Um, well, you see . . . I was reading this book, and, um . . . well, your penis is the only one I’ve ever really seen, or, you know, looked at and done stuff with. I, I wanted to compare. I wanted to know if you really are as big as I think. I put in, well, you can see that what I put in wasn’t worded right.”
He was shaking his head and help up his hand. “Stop, no more. Woman, never tell a man you want to compare his dick—”
“But I didn’t mean it bad! You’re so big and this just proves you’re really big. More than average—”
His finger on my lips stopped me. “No more, bear.” His lips slammed down on mine and I groaned when I heard the tear of my dress.
Damn, I liked that one.
“Mason.” I huffed, as I tore my lips from his. “This dress was a favorite.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he spat out before his mouth captured mine again.
Mason’s fingers ran down my body resting to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples through the lace of my bra. Shots of delight pulsed through me as his hands explored. He found the hook and undid my bra letting out a sigh as my breasts sprang free. I smiled and helped him slide it off me. His hands went back to caressing my breasts and I basked in his touch, already highly aroused from watching the dirty porn. My own fingers explored, tracing the ridges in his back before coming around to trail over every crevice and bump. I loved the feel of his body.
I sighed in pure bliss as he flexed and my fingers smoothed over his abs. Mason’s body was a toned work of art. He wasn’t too muscular that his muscles budged obscenely, he looked in proportion. Mason took care himself. He was older than me, but not by a huge age gap, just enough to make him mature, I felt.
The kiss deepened, Mason ravaged my mouth and I tried to match him, tangling tongues with his and moving my lips to his rhythm. Rubbing my body against his, I tore at his clothes, eager to take them off. His growl of pure need stopped our kiss and he eased back and pulled his clothes off until he was gloriously naked. Now nude, I circled my arms around him and ran my fingers up and down his back as I inched a leg up his thigh and moved against him, our skin kissing in tingling need for each other. He settled into my neck, his lips brushed over my sensitive skin before he sucked hard. I’d have ownership marks. His tongue slid out and licked the shell of my ear before he nibbled on the tip. Holy shit, sparks fluttered down straight to my core.
Mason made his way further down my body. His warm breath feathered over me leaving a trail of goosebumps. He kissed all the down until he was on his knees and then back up again hovering over my breasts. He blew on them and my nipples hardened. Taking a breath in, my body started shaking in anticipation of what he would do next. I groaned when he sucked a pebbled nipple in before repeating with the other. Raising my hands up I gripped his hair, holding him against me as my need for him burned higher.
His fingers roamed, heightening my desire, before they came down and he glided two fingers into my core. Gasping at the new pressure, I clutched at him and climbed on him, leaning my back against the wall and holding on to him tight. The tip of his cock nudged his hand out of the way and moved his fingers from my pussy to brush over my clit. His head came up from my breasts and his gaze caught my own as he entered me and my whole-body shuddered with a mini orgasm.
His movements were slow at first as he tested our balance. “This is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.” His mouth came down on mine as he sank in deep.
My body was on fire. I was already highly sensitive, like a coil sprung tight, ready to let the pressure go and unravel. Mason set a slow pace that drove me nuts, but with our position against the wall, which was very sexy and heightening my arousal beyond anything I’d felt before, I knew I had to let him be in control as he was the one holding our weight. I closed my eyes as his tongue tangled with mine and he thrust his cock in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace.
Opening my eyes as I felt the cliff right there ready for me to fall off, I locked my gaze on his and moaned. “Please faster?”
His answering smirk and the light that came into his eyes told me he was going to have me beg. “What, bear? Faster what?”
“Move faster.”
He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Tell me, bear. What am I doing to you?”
“Making love,” I groaned.
“Yes, but Alexa, tell me what you want me to do?”
Growling, I yelled, “Fuck me, Mason. Fuck faster, harder, deeper.”
“Hell yes,” he snarled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He inched us over to the dressing table and I gripped the mirror with one hand and Mason steadied us, using the huge wooden piece of future. His movements became faster and I started to push back. I was so close to coming as tingles of pleasure flowed through me.
Staring at Mason, I watched with heightening desire as his muscles strained and tensed with each retreat and enter. Unable to resist touching his perfect body, I used one hand to smooth over his chest and around his back. I basked in the immense ecstasy as it built higher and higher as he pistoned in and out, over and over.
I was so eager for my release, my hand was gripping the mirror so tight I could feel nails breaking and poor Mason had the fingers of my other hand digging into his shoulders. Staring at him as I panted, I could see the strain on Mason’s face as he held most of our weight and fought not to come before me. I had learned Mason wanted me happy first, in everything we do.
Gazing into to his dark lust filled eyes I mewled as he went deep and as he pulled out I yelled, “I love you, Mason. Fuck, I love you so much.” I fell apart as he propelled me off the cliff and into heaven as pure bliss flowed through every cell in my body.
Mason growled like he was some beast. “You’re so God damn beautiful. Watching you come just then was the hottest thing I’ve even seen. Watch me, bear. Watch what you do to me.”
He pumped into me with a final deep push before giving a loud grunt as he let himself go. His grip slackened for moment and I slipped. He moaned and with shaky legs carried me to the bed and eased me off him. I fell, my body jelly as I basked in my raptured state. Mason got on the bed beside me and moved up to the pillows. He pulled me half on him.
“I love you, too, Alexa.” He nuzzled me and I snuggled against him.
My heart soared and my sucky day got a whole lot better.
FOR THE LAST FOUR MORNINGS, damn all day long, I had vomited anytime I moved or Mason ate, or I smelled food. I felt like shit. I could barely drink and the first trial was that afternoon. I should’ve been up getting myself ready. My therapist was down stairs with Mason’s mum, but I felt too sick to move. I had been feeling off for well over a week now, but I had brushed it off and thought it could have something to do with the trials coming up. But after four days of being unable to keep anything down, I was done thinking I could get over being scared and anxious.
“You’re not fucking going.” Mason growled from beside me as he rubbed my back while I vomited into the bucket. “Uncle Carl will be here in a moment, because I think you need to go to the hospital.”
I groaned. It was the best he was going to get. I had been protesting going to the hospital or doctors since this started, but today I couldn’t even talk. I hated the hospital, I spent so much time there when we first met and didn’t want to go back. I wasn’t a fan of anyone but Mason or his family touching me. My therapist said it was to do with my trust issues from foster care and the street and it was something I agreed with her on.
“Mason, I’m here. Move aside so I can get a look at her.” Carl, Mason’s uncle who was a doctor, came into the room and to my side. I barely gave him notice as the weight shifted on the bed. “When was the last time she kept down fluids?”
“Mmm,” I groaned and tried to raise my head but the movement had me dry heaving again.
“About two days. Yesterday, I started making her sip water, in hopes she’d keep it down, but it’s not working.” Mason told his uncle.
“Mason, you’re right about one thing. The only place she will be going today is the private hospital where I can give her fluids and get some tests.”
“Nooo,” I moaned.
“Bear, you’ve been sick for days. You can barely move. You need to go to hospital.” I hated the pained sound to his voice and it was why I gave in, but I knew I had no choice anyway.
“Fine,” I mumbled.
ALEXA WAS STARTING TO GET a little color back in her skin. She’d been deathly white when we’d bought her into the hospital. With it being a private hospital, the room was much nicer than the one she’d had at the public. And due to our name and Uncle Carl being with us, Alexa got her own personal nurse. She’d only left the room to get meds and have a quick talk with the other nurses.
Blood had been taken, and she now had fluids going in. They had been very careful what they give her, as the doctors my uncle had introduced hadn’t wanted to risk giving her anything that could worsen her condition. She was so dehydrated that the head of the doctors had trouble finding a vein. They ended up getting the head of blood transfusion over and she’d found one.
They’d given her Maxolon to stop her vomiting, but until the bloodwork came back they wouldn’t give her anything else. Now she wasn’t vomiting, Alexa was sleeping. I couldn’t stop pacing the room and I knew if Alexa had been awake she’d have been telling me to stop. I looked at the clock for what felt like the millionth time. Alexa had been in the hospital now for six hours and twenty-four minutes. The tests had been taken as soon as they had found a vein, five hours and forty-two minutes ago.
My hands were clammy and my heart felt like it had sunk to the bottom of my feet. I felt sick with worry. I was terrified for Alexa. I hated that she was so sick and that we didn’t know why. I should have taken her to the hospital when she fainted the other day, but Alexa hated the hospital so much and I never wanted her to be unhappy. I should have just sucked it up. Never again. I promised that I would never let her being upset with me get in the way of her wellbeing.
“It’s shouldn’t be much longer Mr. Silverman. Your fiancée’s bloodwork was sent away on priority. It will be back anytime now. Since the fluids and the Maxolon, she has picked up.”
“Sure. Not worried.” I nodded, but I could tell when she continued to calm me she didn’t believe me.
“Truthfully,” she lowered her voice down to an almost whisper. “The only reason I’m in here is because of your family and your uncle holds a lot of weight around here, so everyone wants to please him. I think your fiancée is going to be fine with how she’s responding to fluids and just Maxolon. I know they’re being cautious with her history.” She cleared her throat and looked at Alexa in the bed and this time she did whisper. “I shouldn’t say anything, but could she be pregnant?”
Blinking at her question, I stopped pacing and took a step closer to the bed where Alexa slept and studied her. Her skin wasn’t white as she looked when I’d brought her in, which did calm me a little. The sheets and a blanket covered her body, but I didn’t need to see her to remember it. An image came to me as I thought over what the nurse had asked. Alexa hadn’t ever turned me away when I’d wanted sex or even just a little oral play. I remembered her having her period a week or so before her birthday because it had been the first night since sleeping in the same bed she hadn’t wanted to snuggle. I’d had to grab her and place her over me and hold her to me before she got all embarrassed and told me why she thought she couldn’t snuggle, but since then I couldn’t remember her having one. We’d started having sex straight after her birthday and we pleasured each other at least once every other day, sometimes twice a day, but she’d never turned me away. In fact, she responded, always wanted more. It was a time when she really let go and even swore. I counted back to when we first fucked and stumbled closer to her staring in wonder. Holy shit, Alexa could be pregnant.
Darting my gaze at the nurse she nodded. “I thought that might be what this is, and I think your uncle thinks it, too, but I have a feeling because you’re family, he wants to be thorough.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, my head swimming in images of Alexa round with my child. She was beautiful now, but in the image in my head, she glowed with beauty. I wanted it. I went to the chair beside the bed and sat in it, finally taking what felt like my first real breath in days.
It wasn’t long after when my uncle came in. I sat the chair back so I could look at him and still be close to Alexa. I could tell by the smile on his face that the nurse had been right. Uncle Carl came up beside me and patted my back. “No need to worry. Alexa, considering what she’s been through, is in good health and should be back to her old self in seven or eight months. Do you want me to wake her up and tell her or would you like the honor?”
Shaking my head, I grinned like a loon at my uncle. I’d knocked up my woman. Alexa was going to be so happy. She wanted a family straight away and we hadn’t been using protection. “I want to tell her. She wants this and will be ecstatic.”
He smiled and squeezed my shoulder. “I’ll prescribe some Maxolon for her and I’ll write on the script the best antenatal vitamins. I’ll give you a couple of OBGYN numbers, too, but I’ll highlight Dr. Kara Bay. She’s who we used.”
“Female,” I snapped. There was no fucking way any other man was looking at my woman down there.
Uncle Carl smirked at me. “I’m a Silverman just like you. I know how we feel about other men near our woman.” He cleared his throat and his smile vanished. “I know your mum organized why she wasn’t at the trial today and I made sure the doctor I got in wrote up a letter to excuse her, but . . . ” he sighed.
Alexa was pregnant. There was no fucking way she’d be testifying now. I wasn’t risking her being under that much stress when she was carrying my kid. “She’ll not testify now. Hell no,” I swore as I glared at my uncle daring him to disagree with me.
“Mmm, how am I supposed to sleep with you making so much noise?” Alexa’s husky voice had me turning back to her. “You being bossy?” She gave me a sleepy smile.
Leaning towards her, I grabbed her hand and brought it up to kiss her knuckles. “I’m not being bossy when I’m the boss.”
“Ha,” her voice was becoming clearer and she looked a lot brighter. “You’re so funny. So,” she darted her gaze up to Carl. “What’s going on with me? When can I get out of here?”
Uncle Carl grinned at Alexa. “I’ll let my nephew tell you, but you will be in for at least twenty-four hours. We won’t release you until you’ve kept food down and we are happy with your vitals.” He turned to the nurse. “You don’t need one on one, so the nurse will be coming with me. I’ll see you tomorrow evening.” He caught my gaze. “We’ll talk more about the trial when she knows?”
Alexa squeezed my hand to get my attention back on her, and for a moment she just stared at me like she was trying to figure out what she missed. Then she sighed and huffed. “Fine, okay. Thanks, nurse.” When the door shut Alexa raised her brow. “Are you going to tell me or kept me in suspense?”
I brought her hand up and kissed it. I closed my eyes and savored her skin against my lips and the knowledge that she was pregnant and didn’t have some serious illness. I opened my eyes and stared into her big bright green ones. “You’re amazing, you know that right?”
“Oh shit, I’m dying?” The curl of her lips into the cheeky smirk, had me unable to resist easing off the chair and kissing her.
Reluctantly I broke the kiss and sat back on the chair. “Ha, ha, cheeky woman. You know I’d never let that happen.” Her laugh was music to my ears and I basked in the sound for a moment or two before I spoke again. “Bear, when was the last time you had your period?”
Her laughter stopped. “What? Gross. Why would you ask that?” Her brows furrowed and the look of utter disgust on her face made me chuckle.
“Think.”
I watched as realization came to her. Her eyes got wider and her mouth opened in an o shape. She gaped like a fish and brought her hands out of the covers to pat her breasts and then rest on her stomach. “I’m . . . am I . . . pregnant?”
“Yeah, bear, we’re going to have baby.” The smile that lit up her face was the most exquisite sight I’d ever seen.
“We are going to have a family of own. Someone who will always love me. Who will be part of me. I love you so much, Mason.”
I loved that she was excited and it was contagious. “Alexa, I’ll always love you.” I stroked her cheek. “You mean the world to me. You’ll always have someone to love you. Me.”
She turned her head and kissed my hand. “I know, it’s just this baby will be mine. He will have my blood.”
“Oh bear, you have a family and this baby will be one of many.” I never imagined having kids so young, but with Alexa I wanted to. I knew she would be an amazing mother.
“I’LL SAY IT AGAIN. HELL no.” Mason shook his head and glared at the lawyer who was sitting across from me on the sofa. “I’ll speak slower if that will help. Hell. Fucking. No.”
I had been given the all clear to go home yesterday, but was to keep up my fluids and book in to see an OBGYN as soon as possible. Mason wouldn’t let me do anything but rest, and he wasn’t letting me go testify at the trials. I had keep quiet, but I could see Mason was starting to get worked up, his muscles clenching tight and his face turning red.
I wanted to testify. Especially now that I was pregnant I needed to. I wanted to know that those men would be behind bars, and away from taking kids. My hand went to my stomach. I couldn’t think of anything worse than being taken and made to do unforgivable things.
I was having a baby and as much as Mason didn’t want me to go to the trials I knew that I needed to go, not just for myself, but for our child. The people those no-good men took were someone’s children. I had to stop being a coward.
I needed to say something before Mason lost it. I loved that he took care of me and protected me, but in this, I needed to tell all I’d seen. Closing my eyes, I opened the doors I’d kept shut and locked in my mind, and images of things I’d blocked came rushing to me. For a moment I struggled to keep myself calm, but when I felt Mason’s arms wrap around me and his lips press to my forehead, I opened my eyes and calmed myself, taking deep breaths. With Mason by my side I could do this.
As everything had come back to me, I knew I was one lucky girl. I had seen a lot more than I thought I had. I remembered why I was scared of the police and hadn’t gone and told them what I saw. There was one that I could trust. I had met a Silverman before, Ryder. I turned to Mason. “Get Ryder to come now. I remember. I remember everything I’ve ever seen. No more blocking.” I turned to the lawyers. “It would be best if you stayed.”
Four hours later I was exhausted, mentally and physically. My whole body was wound tight as I told Ryder about the warehouses I’d seen, the basements and clubs I’d seen the Devil’s Queens at. I described girl after girl that I’d seen taken and each member of The Devil’s Queens. I saved what I had been terrified to tell to last, the five cops that had been at the warehouses and basements and the girls they’d brought with them. Three of the cops I’d seen with The Devil’s Queens regularly, the other two I’d only seen at the warehouse. I described them as best I could and tried to remember as close as I could get with dates and times. Mason sat with me the whole time and he gave me strength to get everything out.
“Okay, it’s time to go. You’ve been grilling her now for hours.” Mason snapped at Ryder as he opened his mouth to ask another question. Mason reached across the table and turned off the recording device. “Get out. Alexa has only just gotten out of the hospital. She has given you everything she can tonight.”
Ryder must have known that Mason was at the end of his tether because he nodded and stood to leave, but one of the lawyers was an idiot. “Mr. Silverman. Miss Jennings has held vital information and when she was first questioned none of this information was brought forward. She will be lucky not to be charged with withholding evidence.”
Mason sat forward in the seat and, from where I sat leaned back, I could feel him vibrating with his barely leashed anger. “I do not have our lawyers here today as I felt Alexa was safe. I promised myself when I found her beaten, battered, and bruised, that I would never let her be hurt or put through anything like that again. She has had nightmares from day one and today has been the first time she has been able to talk about this stuff without having a breakdown.” His sharp gaze shot through the lawyer. “Now, if I have to call our team of lawyers I will but know that I’ll find a way for them to bury you and they’ll take this case over.” Pity washed over me for the lawyer who turned a sickly white. “If you were wise, you’d ask to move to another case.”
It was telling when none of the man’s colleagues came to his rescue or even spoke to Mason. I slid forward and sat my hands on Mason’s tense shoulder and massaged them. “Mason, it’s okay.” I kissed his cheek. “I understand why they’d be upset I withheld information that could really help put these guys away and save some girl. All I can say is that I was scared.” I turned his head so he looked at me. “I’m not scared anymore because I know I’m safe with you. I know that you’d never let anything happen to me. I set myself free telling it all because I needed to know that no other child or woman gets taken again. They are someone’s children. We are going to have a child and I would want someone to give all they could to help if, God forbid, anything ever happened. I should have dug up the courage sooner. They have a right to be angry with me.”
He sighed loudly and brought me around so he could brush his lips over mine. “I understand, but I don’t have to like how they talk. I’m proud of you for telling them, but . . . ” He cupped my face. “I’m going to be selfish and say I’m damn happy you ran and hid and survived.”
I hugged him tight and buried my face into his neck and let myself go, tears falling. It was all out there now.
THE POLICE AND LAWYERS ACTED quickly with all the information I had given them. They couldn’t postpone some of the trials, but the extra information changed my testimony enough that I didn’t need to stay on stand as long.
To look across a room at the men I had feared for years, and see them walked in with cuffs on, and listen to others testify was scary, but I had Mason’s family supporting me. Due to being in hospital I had missed one of the trials, but with the new information I’d given them and more they’d found, the man would have his short sentence turned into a long one.
The man I now stared at was one I would never forget. He was the reason I’d spent weeks in hospital. He was the only member of The Devil’s Queens to have caught me. Others had come close, but none had ever done the damage he’d done. He wasn’t the monster I remembered from my dreams. He seemed smaller and not as big. His eyes, though, were what would continue to give me nightmares.
Stiffening my spine, I trained my gaze on the love of my life. The man that made me feel safe. Mason. “Yes.”
“Yes, Jesse Dickson assaulted you?”
“Objection. Leading the witness.” I didn’t look at the defense lawyer.
I wasn’t going to let this guy get away. “Jesse Dickson chased me down, grabbed me, punched and kicked me. I ran because I saw him and his friend Devon Rickers dragging Stacy. I knew an—”
“Objection. The witness was asked a yes or no question.”
The lawyer was pissing me off. I glared at him and growled, “You were the one who made me extend my answer. If it wasn’t for the Silvermans, and my fiancé—"
“Order. Order.” The judge banged down with his gravel. “Miss Jennings, I’m advising you to stick to yes or no answers unless asked otherwise.”
I nodded, but I had said what I needed to and I hadn’t missed the whitening of Mr. Dickson’s lawyers when I said the Silverman name. It was a show of the Silvermans’ power. I knew now that Jesse Dickson was going to jail and his lawyers weren’t going to fight much now they knew the Silvermans were involved.
A heavy weight lifted from my shoulders and I was so grateful for the Silvermans. They were my saviors.
OUR LAWYERS WHERE HAVING A field day helping put away all The Devil’s Queens. Alexa’s nightmares were happening less and less frequently. We now sat in our OBGYN’s office. Well, I sat and Alexa lay on the doctor’s medical bed. Since my uncle had prescribed Maxolon, Alexa had been doing a lot better.
Doctor Kara Bay, who had been my aunt and Uncle Carl’s OBGYN, stood next to Alexa were the ultra-sound machine. “We’re going to listen to the baby’s heartbeat.” This is a fetal Doppler. She held up the white machine. Alexa was smiling, her eyes bright with excitement as she nodded. “Now the gel will be warm, I heated it.” Dr. Bay put the gel on her lower stomach and then put the machine head against Alexa’s belly and moved it around until we heard a loud thumping noise like little rabbits stomping their feet. “That’s a great strong heartbeat.” I watched her closely to see if what she said was true and growled when she raised a brow and then moved the Doppler. It made a swishing noise like waves for a moment or two before the rabbit thumping came back again, but this time not in the same spot as before. “Another strong heartbeat. I want to do an ultrasound to check, but congratulations, you are carrying twins.”
“Oh. My. God. Mason. This is amazing!” Alexa beamed at me, her face lit up like a Christmas tree with her happiness. “Thank you so much, Mason. You’re amazing. You’ve given me two babies.”
Twins. Holy crap, Alexa was pregnant with twins. How on earth were we going to function with two babies at the same time? My Uncle Carl had had twins and I had no idea how he stayed sane. Sure, my family helped, but my Aunt Annabelle didn’t want a nanny. We were getting a nanny. There was no way I could function on the amount of sleep I knew Uncle Carl and Aunt Annabelle got. Wow, twins. I was just getting my head around one. I mean, I wanted Alexa happy and if she wanted a family I was willing to give it to her, but twins. Fucking hell. I had super sperm. I rolled my shoulders back and gave my head a mental shake. Why was Alexa thanking me and telling me how I awesome I was to get her knocked up with twins?
“Bear, you don’t have to thank me.” I got up and took over cleaning the gel off her stomach.
“I’m going to go get the ultrasound machine and be right back.” Dr. Bay said, but all my focus was on Alexa.
DARREN WASN’T HAPPY WITH ME right now. “She won’t leave. She’s sitting in the front row.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You already make it hard enough for me to protect you when this is what you want to do for a living, but your woman is just as stubborn as you.”
I didn’t want her at my match either, but no matter what I did, and I had tried a lot, she wouldn’t listen. I’d even tried the excuse that she was pregnant and shouldn’t be at a violent sport match, but she’d shut that down when she reminded me she would have Sam and a bunch of bodyguards surrounding her. “I know. I tried to get her not to come, but she’s determined to watch me in her first ‘real’ boxing match.”
“I thought all you Silvermans had more control over your women. Christ, she’s pregnant.” If anyone but Darren had said that they’d have been fired and sporting a black eye, but because it was him and I felt the same, I let him get away with it. Darren sighed loudly. “Just don’t get the crap beat out of you tonight.” He whacked my back and moved back to the door having said his piece.
I started my warm up, channeling my focus on my goal . . . winning. I could hear the crowd from my dressing room and it revved me up. Shutting out the outside world as soon as Micky, my trainer, touched my shoulder and told me it was go time, I strutted out of the dressing room.
The crowd went wild when my name was called. I kept my focus and didn’t take notice of them. I knew I’d lose it if I saw Alexa. My whole attention needed to be on the match. I trusted my security and Alexa would have Sam.
The other guy was new to me, so I hoped it would give me some advantage. The announcer said both our names, weight, and hyped us up, but when the bell went he got out of the ring quick. I let go of the world around and focused on the here and now and winning.
Time meant nothing to me so every bell was like I came out of a fog for a moment or two, and then the bell went again and I was back in the game, dodging, ducking, dancing, and punching. Micky’s yelling and my brother Andrew shoving a towel at me and dribbling water over my face and into my mouth was like a dream between each round.
The last bell rang and the crowd went wild. I slowly came out of my zone and listened to the announcer say I was the winner. Now I was done and the winner, I wanted one thing, or I should say one person, the only person I ever wanted to celebrate with and the only person I cared about getting to . . . Alexa.
Pushing through the people that surrounded me, I zeroed in on where Alexa was and when I found her I stalked her like I was a lion and she was my prey. I didn’t care that I dripped with sweat, and panted with hard suppressed need. I wanted my woman. She stared at me, wide eyed and cheeks flushed. I took her in and growled and I saw her nipples harden beneath the dress she wore.
“Mine,” I growled. Not giving her a chance to say a word, I gathered her to me, lifted her up, and slammed my lips against hers. I drove in my tongue, seeking entrance as my hands roamed her body. She plastered her body against mine as she clung to me. Cheering and yelled obscenities had me pulling my mouth from hers, turning, and dragging her to my dressing room.
I made it to the room and slammed the door shut knowing my security would keep anyone out. “Shower,” I snarled. I took us to the bathroom and let her slide down me before yanking and ripping our clothes off. I got the water on and dunked us under it as I took possession of her mouth again. I plastered her back against the shower wall, and she wrapped her legs around me.
Pumped up on adrenaline and my need for my woman, my hands roamed her body as I lined my dick up with her soaking wet pussy and thrust home.
Fuck yes. This was just what I needed after my win. Alexa tore her lips from mine and her head fell back against the wall with a yell of pure pleasure as I dragged my cock out before slamming home. “You’re so fucking beautiful and you’re all mine. Mine. Who do you belong to?”
She whimpered as she dug her nails into my skin and cried out, “You. Only you.”
Grunting in satisfaction with her response, I covered her lips again with my own, ravishing them like I was her body. Gripping her thigh, she moaned as I propelled in and out, quickening my pace. My tongue tangled with hers as I drove my dick into her, over and over, lost in my lust. Her lips left mine and she panted for breath as she hung on for dear life.
“Tell me you’re mine always and forever. Tell me who you belong to. Scream my name, Alexa.”
“You, Mason. I belong to you,” she moaned. “Mason!” She screamed as I pumped her harder.
“Damn right,” I snarled. The need to mark her for the whole world to know rushed over me. I leaned into her neck and sucked her skin. Her pussy quivered and pulsed and I nibbled and drew her in. My body was going to explode and I could feel she just needed a little extra push, so when I thrust up, balls deep inside her, I gave her a little bite.
“Mason. Oh fuck, Mason. Yes. Yes. Mason!” She yelled as I rammed into her pussy one final time and shattered. I pumped my seed into her, coming so fucking hard that if she wasn’t already pregnant she would have been. We stayed like that for a moment, just basking in our blissed-out state until in a hoarse husky voice she muttered, “That was beyond fucking amazing. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Better than porn. You were so damn hot. My man is Fine with a big fat capital F.”
I slowly eased her down, grinning like I’d just won the fucking lottery. My woman got off watching my matches. She was perfect.