Page 57 of Ronen
His cock grewimpossibly bigger inside me, stretching me more than my body had ever been stretched, and my scream was part pleasure, part pain, as his knot swelled inside me, locking us together.
His muscles tightened around me, going rigid, and all I saw was white as he groaned in my ear and his cum flowed inside me. My own orgasm rushed over me, leaving me shaking, lines of white dripping down from the door in front of me to the barn floor.
I would have followed it down, my knees too weak to hold me up any longer, if it wasn’t for Mason’s strong arms–and his knot–keeping me upright and locked to him.
“Give me a second,” he panted hotly in my ear, “and I’ll get us to the floor.”
Normally, the thought of sitting on a barn floor–naked or otherwise–wasn’t on my life list of things I ever wanted to do. Tonight, I gave no fucks.
Mason’s knot filled me, little aftershocks shooting cum into me every few seconds. Each time it happened, my own body responded, shaking like it was in the throes of another orgasm.
Finally, Mason gently maneuvered us, until he was sitting bare assed on the floor, his back against the opposite stall. I was in his lap, his cock and knot still buried deep inside me.
My head lolled against his shoulder, and he kissed the side of my head. “We really need to stop fucking every time we see each other.”
I couldn’t help the snort that escaped my lips. “Believe it or not, this wasn’t what I had planned.”
“Same,” he sighed, his arms wrapped around me, not letting me go, even if I could get away.
Trailing my fingers up and down his arm, I felt his cock soften inside me, and finally his knot released. Still, neither of us moved and he didn’t slip out of me.
“Um, Mason, so,” I whispered against the light red hair that covered his arm.
He grunted in acknowledgement that he was still awake.
“According to my brother, there’s a good chance I could be pregnant.”
Nothing better than just ripping the bandage off.
Mason stiffened beneath me, before relaxing a little. “You said you were on the shot.”
“I am,” I assured him, tilting my head so I could see his face. It was an awkward angle, but it worked well enough. “It’s not that. It’s the whole fated mates thing.”
Mason frowned, confusion clouding his amber eyes. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“Matty, my brother,” I wasn’t sure if he had ever met Matty, or knew who he was, but Mason nodded, “he’s been researching fated mates the last year and a half, almost two years now. For a book he’s writing. He’s travelled all over, interviewed fated couples, studied the different versions of the lore. He’s even teaching a class on it at the college this semester.”
“Okay,” Mason said slowly, but he didn’t pull away from me, and I took that as a positive sign. Instead his arms tightened a fraction around me, and I nuzzled my head against his warm skin.
“I talked to him the day of your accident,” I confessed. “I needed to know what it all meant. What our options were.”
“You wanted to know if you could get out of it,” he deadpanned.
“Well, yeah. I mean, you weren’t my favorite person, so…yeah.”
I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it or deny it. We both knew what our relationship had been like before. Even after the mind-blowingly, out-of-this-world, fantastic sex, I wasn’t sure where each of us stood.
Hell, until earlier I hadn’t even been sure what I wanted. I had no clue what Mason might want.
“What did he tell you?”
“Mostly that fated mates could take the out clause, but even when they did, they really didn’t. Meaning, it didn’t actually work, not in the long run. If Fate said you were fated, it was pretty much a done deal. She might let you think you were getting one up on her, for a while, but then she’d swoop in and be ‘psych! Just kidding!’”
Mason chuckled, “So, basically I’m stuck with you.”
“And me you.” Did that mean he wasn’t interested? The fact that we couldn’t seem to keep our clothes on around each other might say otherwise.
“Skip to the you might be pregnant part,” Mason said, “I’m kinda interested in that.”
