Page 136 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“I have a few different versions. In case you said no the first time, I planned to keep asking until you said yes.” I wink and stand before her.
She blushes that beautiful pink color that I love so much, then holds out her left hand for me to put the ring on her finger.
“Yes,” she whispers. Tears stream down her cheeks. “Yes. I will.”
I take her face in my hands and kiss her softly. Putting every single feeling of love and devotion that I have into that kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in tighter. The kiss goes from soft and loving to hot and possessive. My hands run down her body to cup her ass, her body melts against mine. When her legs wrap around my waist, I turn and sit in the chair she vacated as she straddles me.
My body heats, I can’t remember a time where I’ve been so turned on. So desperate for a connection than I am now.
“I need you, baby, I need to be inside you,” I breathe into her ear. She nods and rises off my lap, not breaking the kiss, while we both push her sweatpants down her thighs and past her knees. She kicks them off her feet as I lift my ass to push my own sweatpants down my hips, barely freeing my cock before she’s sinking all the way down onto me.
“Oh god, Mason,” she moans as I bottom out.
My left hand moves under her arm, up her back, and over her shoulder to hold her in place as I grind up into her. Skin on skin, her heat envelops me, while my other hand finds her clit and I start to work it with my thumb.
“Oh dear god,” she cries. “Oh, Mason, oh don’t stop.”
“Never, baby. Never.”
Her orgasm takes over, faster tonight than ever before. Which is good, since I’m about ready to blow. Willow cries out my name as I growl out hers, pumping my release into her as her muscles pulsate around me, squeezing out everything I have.
My hold on her tightens and I never want to let go. Her body melts into mine and we sit there, breathing heavily, my hands running over her back. Not quite believing I have her back in my arms after today.
A day filled with such highs and lows. My girl has had a hellish day.
“Thank you,” I say. “Thank you for agreeing to marry me, for giving me another chance tonight, for hanging out in my mom’s bookstore on that fateful day way back when, thank you for loving me, and for making me a better man.”
She laugh-cries. “It’s me who should be thanking you. For being so patient with me and for loving me as I am. I don’t know how I ever thought I was happy before you came into my life. But I am now with you. And I’m happier than I ever thought possible.”
Willow sits back slightly and looks around. “Hey, what happened to Zach?”
“Your dad had his town car take him to the docks and he caught a water taxi home.”
“What did you do? Just stay outside?”
“After your dad asked us both to leave, I stayed in my Jeep because I wasn’t going to go anywhere until I knew you were okay. Either from the havoc I wreaked on you today, or from your dad’s visit. When I saw him leave, I took a chance and came to the door.”
“I’m glad you did,” she says.
“Me too.”
“He told me what you said. And gave me your note.” She smiles. “It was on a receipt, what happened to your notebook?”
“I didn’t have it with me. I was glad I had pencils in my glove box. Otherwise I would have been writing on your dad’s arm with a construction Sharpie.”
She laughs.
“Promise me, Willow, that you will never doubt my love for you. You are my heart and my soul. There is no one else for me. Just you. Always you.”
Tears fill her eyes again. I touch my nose to hers, then move to nuzzle her neck.
“I won’t,” she whispers.
P-Tink lets out a yelp from the floor and starts kicking her legs.
“Aw, she’s dreaming again,” Willow says, yawning.
I reach down and pet the dog’s belly. She settles and sighs. Then I pick up my girl and carry her to our bedroom, and tuck her in, where she settles and sighs. I turn off all the lights and check the doors and windows to make sure everything is locked, set the alarm, and head back to our room.
Willow is already asleep, curled on her side with one hand—her left hand—resting on the pillow by her head, her ring back on her finger where it belongs. P-Tink comes in and settles herself at Willow’s feet on the bed.
That’s my whole world right there.
Outside of my mom, the only two things who matter. I have to take a breath as my chest fills with pride and gratitude.
I watch her for a moment more before I shed the remainder of my clothes and crawl in behind her. She nestles her butt back against my cock when she feels me beside her. I wrap her in my arms and pull her to me, she sighs. I take a minute to thank whatever powers were at work to bring this woman into my life. I allow myself one tear of happiness and gratitude before I kiss the top of her head and succumb to sleep myself.
