Page 80 of I Choose You

My dick throbs, and I dip my head between her legs. With my index and middle finger, I spread her open and sink a finger inside, relishing in how wet she is. I groan, drawing out my words. “Fuuuck me.” Then I cover her clit with my mouth, sucking and licking until she’s bucking in my direction.

She opens up to me like a blooming flower in spring and grinds along to my movements until her breaths turn ragged and her body trembles beneath me.

I taste her the second she climaxes. My tongue moves to lap it all up. I want to savor this woman for the rest of my life. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, please.

“Mason.” My name is a plea on her tongue, begging for more. I unzip my pants, only bothering to push them down to my knees, then I move my length out of the opening in my boxers, not caring to waste the extra second to move them down with my pants.

“Hop down and turn around.” My hands are on her waist, helping with the movements and gliding over her smooth skin as she twists for me. One smack on her ass, and she squeals out in delight. I watch her round cheek bounce for me, then spread them as I inch closer. I take a minute to enjoy the shape of her naked ass and the thickness of her hips. They’re wide and noticeable and get my dick so damn hard it’s a shame we didn’t start being intimate years ago. I would be a much happier man if we did.

With one last spread of her cheeks, I watch as her ass bounces, knocking into the head of my dick, then I nudge forward, sliding my head over her slickness. She hisses out when I slide into her, taking my time. Mostly because I’ve missed this and don’t want to miss out on how tight she is. Her walls squeeze me the deeper I get, and when I’m all the way in, I reach around and slide a finger over her clit.

I whisper into her ear as I move against her. “Is it bad to admit I’ve thought about this every night since we last fucked?”

She whimpers at my words, delight rushing through her body with each thrust. My fingers pinch into her waist as I slide her over me. We move like this for not near long enough, and when the pressure is too much to handle, I explode with a groan.

I press my forehead to her back and catch my breath, then pull out and grab a paper towel for the clean-up. I’m handing it over to her when I realize I didn’t pull out, nor did we use a condom. “Shit!”

She doesn’t look up while she cleans herself. “What is it?”

What the hell is wrong with me?

I can’t believe I didn’t think before I started. I grip strands of my hair. “We didn’t use a condom.” I scrub a hand over my face and my stomach immediately sinks. It was a major screw-up, but I’m still in too much of a blissful state for the full impact to take true effect.

She tosses the paper towel in the trash when I point to it. Then she pulls her pants over her legs and grabs her bra off the kitchen floor. “There’s not much that we can do now.”

I quirk a brow, weirded out she isn’t pitching a fit about it. The Mackenzie Jones I know, would overthink all the ways this could play out and more. She would have stopped me before I finished. I cross my arms and narrow my eyes. “This is unlike you to not freak out. What’s going on?”

She undoes her bun to fix it. While twisting it into a new one, she stares at me as I adjust myself back into my boxers. An expression falls over her I can’t quite pinpoint, and then she knocks the air out of me with one sentence. “I’m already pregnant, Mason.”

My brows shoot to the sky. I tilt my ear in her direction. Did I hear her correctly? Pregnant? “I’m sorry. What?”

“Believe it or not, but your baby is growing inside me as we speak.”

How is that possible? My thoughts race, backtracking. “We used a condom every time.”

“In the bathroom,” she clarifies, reminding me of the very first time I felt her around me.

“Yeah, we used a condom.” I’m almost sure we did. Then I replay the events of that day back, remembering I definitely did not use one. I pulled out. But that should have been effective enough. “Oh, fuck.”

She gives me a sheepish smile and glances down. “It’s rare, but apparently it’s possible for semen to get in precum. I should have told you before, but well, we got distracted. I understand if you don’t want to be a part of it. You have your life here now, and I get it.”

What the hell is she talking about?

I might be in a state of shock over her news, but there is no way in hell I wouldn’t have my child in my life. I cross the kitchen and take her hand in mine. I cup her cheek and press a long, meaningful kiss to her lips. “I’ll be here for you and our baby in whatever form you need.”

“A-are you sure? Mason, this is an enormous responsibility.”

I squeeze her hand and twine my fingers between hers for reassurance. “One I want to be involved in alongside you.”

Relief washes over her face, and she repeatedly nods as she glances down. “Yeah, okay. That’s good.”

“We’ll do this together,” I promise as she lifts her chin, her eyes glistening with tears. “I can’t imagine it any other way.” I brush a strand of stray hair out of her face again before rubbing her stomach. “I love you, Mackenzie. Move here and let me take care of both of you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

She nods, a smile stretching from ear to ear, as she swipes a tear from her cheek. “Absolutely, one-hundred percent, yes.”

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