Delivering His Gifts: A Mountain Man's Baby Christmas Romance(16)

“Please!” It didn’t even sound like my voice anymore. I sat up in the bed, and I helped him remove his pants until they slid down his muscular thighs, his boxers along with them.

I gasped at the sight of him. Yes, I had felt him before and knew he was endowed but seeing him with my own two eyes was another story. I reached for his cock with two hands, wrapping them around it firmly. I just had to touch it. I leaned forward, ready to return the favor of oral sex, but Mason stopped me by placing his hands gently on my face.

“I’m afraid if you touch me, I’ll blow,” he said. Even in the heat of the moment, he was still an absolute gentleman.

He nudged me backward on the bed until I was laying down. He moved over my body, dotting kisses along my tummy until he was hovering above me, his eyes staring deep into mine.

A swirl of emotions flooded my heart and my mind. I wanted him so badly, and I didn’t just mean in a sexual way. I wanted all of him - heart and soul. But I knew that was just the hormones and the sexual energy talking. It had to be. I hardly knew this man, even if he was the father of my child.

Mason kissed me as our bodies came together. His cock rubbed against my wetness, sliding between my lips. Feeling his warm body against me, I was already on the verge of another orgasm. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every touch sent me a shiver down my spine.

And when he slid the tip of his cock against my opening, I couldn’t help it, I begged some more.

“Please, Mason!”

Slowly, at first, he stretched me open. He pulled back from the kiss, and I watched as his face contorted into a look of bliss. His eyes shut for a moment as he rested inside me, as if savoring the sensation of being sheathed in me.

And then he began rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of my tightness. His movements were rhythmic and perfect for hitting all the right spots. His eyes opened and he stared into mine once more - and I felt lost in those dark eyes, as if I was drowning. But I wasn’t afraid, no, I wanted to be caught up in the current, I wanted to be swept away. And at least for that moment, I allowed myself to drop my walls and let go.

I wrapped myself around him, my lower body arching upward to meet his thrusts. I needed him deeper and deeper inside me. I wanted all of him inside me. I was greedy for his cock.

And Mason was more than happy to give me every inch, thrusting into me with perfect precision as his lips locked on my neck, close enough to my ear that I heard every sound he made - his groans quiet but deep.

I loved knowing that I made him feel as good as he did me. Hearing those sounds brought me even closer to the edge. I didn’t have my shirt to silence my screams this time, but I buried my face into Mason’s shoulder. My mouth opened and I cried out into his shoulder, my nails embedding in his back. If this bothered Mason, it didn’t show. If anything, his breathing grew more ragged, his movements more desperate.

I was close enough to whisper in his ear, to state my demands. “Come inside me, Mason. Please…”

“Danielle…” He groaned, burying his shaft deep inside me one last time.

My pussy spasmed around his throbbing cock. The feeling of his pulsating member filled me full and sent me over the edge. Our bodies writhed in pleasure as we came together.

Mason stayed inside me but lifted his head. He kissed my forehead, then my nose before moving to my lips. Soft, sweet kisses that warmed my insides.

And we stayed like that - our bodies united - for a few moments, just kissing and holding each other. The after-sex bliss had pushed any and all anxiety from my brain, and I relished the feeling of his slick, hot skin against mine.

My eyes were growing heavy from exhaustion, and by the time Mason rolled over beside me, I was already half asleep. He wrapped his big, strong arms around me, spooning me from behind. The last thought I had before passing out was of how perfectly my body fit against his.



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A little voice pulled me from my sleep. “Mommy.”

I opened my eyes, taking a second to orient myself and my surroundings. I was in my bed, but something was different. It was still dark in the room, and it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. I saw the bedroom door opened just a crack, and Skyler was peering inside the bedroom.

Then I remembered what had happened the night before.

Shit, I thought to myself, scrambling to sit up.

I was wrapped snugly in the sheet so nothing was exposed, and the bed, while warm, was empty beside me. While I was relieved that my daughter wouldn’t see anything she wasn’t supposed to see, I searched the still dark room for any sign of Mason.

The bathroom door was closed, and the light peeked out from underneath. The shower was running.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “What is it, baby?” I asked, pulling at the sheet just to make sure nothing was exposed.

“I’m hungry,” Skyler said.

I glanced at the clock on my phone. It was 5:30 in the morning. Skyler, unlike me, had always been a morning person.

The shower in the bathroom shut off, and I hopped out of bed before the door could open, just in case Mason had any idea to step out of the bathroom sans clothes. I made sure the sheet was still wrapped around my body.

The bathroom door creaked open just as I got to it, and I whispered, “Wait! Skyler is in here.”

The door stopped opening.

“Who’s in there, Mommy?” Skyler asked, the bedroom door now opened wider. She had walked into the room during my little anxiety attack, joined by Zeus at her side.

“Um, Mr. Mason is here fixing Mommy’s shower.” I hated lying to my daughter, but I refused to tell her the truth about this. “Listen, let Mommy get dressed really fast, and I’ll make you some breakfast, okay?”

“Pancakes? Pretty please?”

“Sure, whatever you want, honey.” I just wanted her to step out of the room to give both Mason and I a moment to sort ourselves out. I felt like a total asshole, and a terrible mom to boot. I should have been more careful. I shouldn’t have let him fall asleep here. “Can you play on your tablet for a few minutes please?”

“Okay,” she said begrudgingly, walking slowly from the room.

I hurried over and shut the bedroom door, pressing my body against it as I breathed a sigh of relief.

“The coast is clear,” I called out to Mason.

Mason stepped out of the bedroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. It only covered his bottom half, and I had a feeling it didn’t even cover his ass.

“Thanks for the heads up,” he said sheepishly. “I knew I should have brought my clothes in with me.”

“You need to leave,” I said rather abruptly. “In fact, you should have left last night. I told Skyler you were here fixing my shower. She can’t know you spent the night. She’ll tell her dad.”

Mason stopped short of where his pants were lying on the floor. “Danielle, sooner or later, you’ll have to tell him about the baby.”

My stomach turned at the thought. “I know, but I need to be smart about it.”

“What do you mean?” Mason asked, pulling up his pants.

“It’s really none of your business, Mason. I’m sorry, but it isn’t.”

“You’re carrying my baby,” he reminded me. “I think your business becomes my business now.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “Please, just get dressed. I need to make Skyler breakfast, and I really don’t want to deal with any questions from her today. Greg can’t find out about the baby or you through her.”

“Fine. I will leave for your sake and Skyler’s, but you can’t just kick me out of your life. We’re having a baby together and—”

There was pounding on the door behind me. “You’re having a baby?”

Shit.

“Mason, go. Please. We can’t talk right now, and I meant what I said before. I’m not interested in us being together just because I’m having your baby.”

Mason threw on his shirt as Skyler continued pounding on the door. “Baby! Baby! I’m going to be a big sister!”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Since Mason was dressed, I opened the bedroom door and Skyler rushed into the room, literally jumping and bouncing. “I’m going to be a sister! I’m going to be a big sister!”

Mason looked at me, his face softening. He mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.”

“Go,” I mouthed back to him. Mason slipped past us. I let him see himself out.

I needed to deal with Skyler. I wouldn’t lie to her now that the cat was out of the bag. But I would need to convince a five-year-old to keep the news of a baby to herself.

That was not going to be easy.

It might not even be possible.

But I had to find a way.





Mason





The sun was rising over the distant mountains, and I simply wasn’t ready to head home. There was too much on my mind, and driving was one of the ways I often sorted my thoughts.

I drove through town, surveying the damage from the disaster. Things were finally getting better in Liberty after the flooding. Most of the damaged buildings in the downtown area were rebuilt. Some lots still remained empty where homes used to stand - one of them was Calvin’s old house.

Thinking about the old man, I pulled into the local diner to order some breakfast. Calvin was always up early, often only sleeping four hours or so at a time. And I knew I could use the company.