Page 207 of Between Regrets and Promises

“Subtle isn’t in her vocabulary.” I snort.

“I wouldn’t say so, but it was actually helpful. She would send them randomly and tell me that she thought you’d like this one. Then she’d find another and would say if my budget allowed it, to get it instead.”

“I hope you weren’t thinking I was putting her up to that because I had no idea!”

“Oh, no. Maddie has a mind of her own.”

“That she does. In fact, we should probably be prepared for her to send baby and parenting magazines to the house now.”

“And then I’ll slip them into Liam’s room.”

I burst out laughing. “That’d give him nightmares.”

“I know.” Mason smirks, knowing damn well about Liam’s lack of commitment.

Staring at my finger, I twirl the ring around, and it feels so foreign being there. “You know what this means now, don’t you?”

I look up at him, biting my lip. He furrows his brows.

“You’re gonna have to meet my parents. My father isn’t gonna like that you didn’t ask his permission first.”

“I was afraid of that…” He chuckles. “But hopefully, he’ll understand since we live in different states and haven’t met.”

“Well, he forgave Hunter for lying about being married to Lennon, so I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I taunt. “Though, he did swoop in and care for the baby too…”

“Shit. He had brownie points to start. Wouldn’t saving their daughter’s life give me something?” His brows crease as if he’s thinking hard about this, which makes me smile.

“Oh, it definitely does.” I wink, pulling him closer. “It gives youallthe brownie points.”

Mason wraps his arms around me, and we fall to the bed. We strip off each other’s clothes, and soon he’s inside me, stealing my breath, panting as our bodies collide together.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.Wefeel so good,” he mutters into my neck.

I arch my back, meeting him thrust for thrust. My heart is so full right now, and all I want to do is feel every inch of him and give him every inch of me. “Oh my God…” I moan as my head falls to the side. My heels dig into his ass, pushing him closer into me, and when he hits the right spot, I cry out his name.

Mason flips us around until I’m on top and straddling his waist. He palms my breasts and jerks his hips up into me. “Ride my cock, sweet girl. I want to see all of you.”

Biting down on my lower lip, I flatten my hands on his chest and rock against him. I love watching his facial expressions when I’m on top, knowing I’m giving him as much pleasure as he gives me.

“Fuck yes, baby. Just like that.” He grips my hips, moving my body faster. His thumb finds my clit, and when he rubs hard and faster, I come undone, arching back until I surface again. “Jesus,” he hisses. “That was so goddamn hot.”

Blushing at his words, I lean on top of him and devour his lips. With my forehead pressed against his, I increase my pace, knowing he’s close. “Yes, right there, babe. Don’t stop,” I encourage him when he slams into me, our bodies slapping together loudly. Moments later, he stalls, digging his fingertips into my skin and groaning out his release. I love watching him, the way the veins in his neck pop, and how tense his body goes.

“Christ, sweetheart.” Mason breathes out, his arms going limp next to him. Then he brings a hand up to my face and rubs his thumb along my cheek. “I fucking love you so much.”

I shift and slide off him, falling into his arms as we lie side by side. “I love you, Mason. I can’t believe we’re getting married!” I squeal because I’m still in shock.

“I can’t wait, baby. You’re gonna be the future Mrs. Holt. Damn, that sounds hot.”

“Sophie Holt.” I test it out. “Mr. and Mrs. Mason Holt.” I grin. “Mrs. Mason Holt.”

Mason chuckles as I practice out loud. “Better stop that. You’re getting my dick hard again.”

I snicker, snuggling into his side and wrapping my arm over his chest. “So…do you propose on all your first dates?”

He shakes his head, laughing. “Only on my very last first date.”

Three days fly by way too quickly. Every moment we spent at the resort was perfect. From the fancy dining and boat rides to the hiking and the midnight room service, it felt like a honeymoon before the wedding. In fact, I suggested that we get married there.

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