"Hurry," she whispered. "We have five minutes, tops."

Pressing my lips to hers, I reached between us and grasped her nipple while keeping my other forearm planted in the bed beside her head.

My pubic hair ground into her clit as I pressed my entire length inside of her not withdrawing, but rocking and grinding into her.

Masen gasped into my ear, letting me know she liked what I was doing and was getting close.

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, breaking the skin in a few of the places as she did.

"Please," she gasped harshly. "Please."

I pinched her nipple tighter, and apparently that was all that she needed.

With one final breath of air, she screamed into my skin as her orgasm overtook her.

Her pussy rippled around my cock, and I finally let myself go, pumping harder, as my cock exploded inside of her.

Hot pulse after hot pulse filled Masen's depths, leaving me and going into her...and she took all of it.

Every last bit of my release filled her, and we both held completely still as our breathing came back to normal.

"I think you should call 9-1-1," she said breathlessly.

My head lifted so I could stare into her eyes.

"Why is that?" I lifted up, just as breathless.

"Because I'm pretty sure my heart's about to explode from that one," she said, a smile on her face.

I dropped a kiss onto her lips before I unseated myself from her and came to my feet beside the bed.

She looked so fucking sexy lying in the bed rumpled from the sex we'd just had.

"Masen!" My mother screeched. "What is this pregnancy test for?"

I closed my eyes.

"You dropped it on the way in here, didn't you?" I asked, looking at her with disappointment.

She shrugged and pushed up onto her hands before coming to her feet at the end of the bed.

"I had other things on my mind," she shrugged, not apologizing in the least.

Twenty minutes later I was waiting for my mother to kill me, one demand at a time.

"You can't let her pick that up, she's pregnant," my mother ordered.

I looked to Masen who was holding a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.

"Really?" I asked. "Would you like me to lift the fucking cake to her mouth while I'm at it?"

My mother glared at me and hurried past me into the bedroom.

"I was talking about the bag that was in the bedroom that you haven't gotten yet," she said.

I rolled my eyes at her retreating back.

"It has wheels on it!" I said, raising my voice.

Aaron snorted while Masen leaned into the counter and started stuffing her face with the Zebra Cake.

"You're not helping," I muttered, picking up the box that was at my feet and starting out the door with it.

"Michael Booth Jones," my mother said. "Is there a reason I am always cleaning up after your sexcapades?"

I turned to find my mother holding up the ripped pair of Masen's panties.

Aaron laughed.

My father grinned.

Masen's father frowned fiercely.

Karen smiled.

"What can I say?" I said. "I'm in love with her, and I can't resist her. She has a nice pus-"

I stopped when I heard Masen growl at me.

My mother rolled her eyes and threw the panties in the trash.

Tossing a smile over my shoulder at her, I loaded the box into the truck, but on the way back inside, I made sure to pick the panties out of the trash before I forgot.

I had a whole drawer of them at home and for some sentimental reason, I was keeping them.

Chapter 23.

It's not often that I realize I've done something wrong. So you should be happy that I'm offering an apology instead of saying fuck you.

-Masen to Booth Masen "Oh my gosh," I was so happy I could burst. "I'm glad you could get her to do it on such short notice."

"It was a two for one special," Tai handed over both his niece and his nephew.

I smiled.

"Thank you," I looked into his eyes. "Is this what they're wearing?"

Tai nodded. "This was the best they had on such short notice."

I grinned. "I like it."

It was Christmas, after all, and with me giving Tai's brother and sister-in-law such short notice, I was happy with the results.

"It's not surprising that you couldn't find anything when you hold the wedding a month after getting engaged, and then don't tell anyone that it's a wedding until they show up," my mother grumbled.

I glared at her.

"According to the internet, I'm allowed to be a bitch on my wedding day," I told her. "You knew we were going to get married as soon as we could."

She sighed.

"I did," she admitted. "I was just hoping you'd let me plan it."

I bit my lip, knowing that she wanted to plan a big wedding.

That, however, had been Daniela's dream, not mine.

I didn't like big crowds of people. I didn't like hanging out with people I didn't know.

I would much rather hang out with an intimate group of family and friends that I loved rather than trying to mingle with people that were barely acquaintances.

"Can I wear something like this," the little girl at my feet asked, pointing to my dress.

I smiled at her.

"Hi, Catori," I introduced myself, holding my hand out to her after introductions.

She took it, then lifted my hand up to her lips and pressed a wet kiss to the back.

"I'm pleasured to see you, again," the little girl, Catori, beamed.

"Pleased," Tai corrected. "Make sure that you stay away from anything that resembles dirt," Tai instructed. "And he likes to eat anything you have laying around. It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be edible or not."

With that, Tai left Mia, my mom, and I alone with two very cute kiddos.

"They're darlings," Mia lied. "I promise."

They were hellions, pure and simple.

I was bent over, praying that the stain that was on the bottom of my dress would not be that noticeable, but I knew it would.

Biting my lip, I stood up and looked down at it in dismay.

"Shit," I said, shaking my head.

"You ready, baby girl?" My dad's voice cut into my thoughts.

His eyes automatically went to my dress where the large guacamole stain sat.

"That looks...cool," he observed with a straight face.

I glared at him.

After I told him about what had happened with Adam, the cutest ring boy in the world, my dad started to laugh.

"Why did you have it in here for anyway?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"I was hungry," I grumbled.

I hadn't had any morning sickness since finding out that I was pregnant.

I was eight weeks or so along, and I was praying that this hunger would slow down.

I'd already gained more than fifteen pounds, and the recommended weight gain was only twenty-five.

Considering I still had over seven months to go, I didn't see the scales being nice to me.

"Let's go," daddy snapped his fingers. "Your man's already bitchin.'"

I rolled my eyes.

I didn't doubt it.

"What's he wearing?" I wondered, hoping it was at least something nice.

"Black," he said.

I sighed.