Page 37 of Mason

“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.

GREAT KEPPEL ISLAND WAS PARADISE. Crystal blue waters with white sand, palm trees, beautiful coral reefs and a relaxing atmosphere. I’d hit the jackpot. This was a dream location and I was getting married in minutes.

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