A/N: FYI...there's 29/30 chapters to this story. I haven't made up my mind about the epilogue. I hate leaving a story at an odd number, so the closer I get to being done, hopefully my brain will come up with the best possible ending.

No copyright infringement is intended. All recognizable characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer. I own the plot and the mistakes.

ENJOY!

7/01/2023

Cherry Pies and Backwards Baseball Hats

Chapter SEVEN

BPOV

As soon as Mason and I were done making love for the first time, I wanted to hop up and call Tanya and Jacob. I couldn't, though, so I stayed put for a minute too long before I felt a slimy situation down below.

I eased myself off the bed and followed Mason into the bathroom. I had a delicious ache between my legs that I've never felt before, but it was completely welcomed with every twinge I felt as I walked to join my boyfriend in the shower.

As soon as I stepped in behind him, he turned and pulled me against him. "You okay?"

"You've ruined me for all other men in my future," I said jokingly.

He gave me a serious look. "If I have anything to do with it, there won't ever be any other men in your future. You'll never find another man as good as me, so you better not plan on ever leaving me."

I raised up on my tip toes and kissed the underside of his chin. "I wouldn't dream of it."

We washed each other in such an intimate way that it was something that would stick in my brain for the rest of my life. The way he touched me, and felt every curve on my body, had me wanting to mount the man where we stood in my shower. I was so damn tender between my legs, that I wasn't sure I could take the intrusion for a second time in one night.

Once we were done in the shower, he helped me change the sheets because there was evidence of my lost virginity on the bed. You could see where I scooted across the bed to go join Mason in the shower. He gave me a smoldering look at we climbed back under the comforter. Being naked, with him spooning behind me, was a completely different experience than we've previously had. We always had clothes on, and we never took things any further than over the clothes groping. This experience, though, I was gladly welcoming.

Mason's hand was on one of my breasts and rolled my nipple until it became a hardened peak. I felt him move further up the bed and pressed his face into the side of my neck. I felt him hard and ready tucked in between my crack where my pussy entrance was easily accessed. "Are you too sore to let me have you, again?"

I placed my hand over his and gave it a little squeeze. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

I felt him move around behind me then realized he was getting another condom. "I didn't think to ask before, but are you on the pill or anything?"

"No. I've never had a reason to be. I'm an anomaly amongst most women. I actually have nearly perfect cycles every month, which is something not normal for most women." I rolled to my back to see what he was doing. He had just finished rolling on a condom.

I wasn't sure where he wanted me, but I knew we were about to make love again for the second time in one night.

When I woke up the next morning to an empty bed, I almost panicked. I had to remind myself that he wasn't leaving me.

I crawled out of bed and slipped on some loose clothes and went in search of my boyfriend. He was probably standing next to the coffee pot working on this second or third cup.

His voice could be heard the moment I stepped into the hallway. I was pretty sure he was on the phone with someone instead of talking to Winchester. I eaves dropped for a minute or two before I announced myself.

"You'll meet her tomorrow. She has plans for us today. I get to meet her family at a BBQ for her stepmom's birthday." It had to be his mom that he was talking to, so I stayed quiet for a few more seconds. "It's way too soon for that, mom." If his mom was anything like my mom, then she was probably pushing for him to settle down. "I know you were only 16, but mom, I'd like to have her all to myself for a while before we go down that road."

I chuckled quietly because she is exactly like my own mother. I knew I would get the Spanish inquisition as soon as she gets the chance to corner me. She was ridiculous with questions and suggestions most of the time. I know she means well and wants her only daughter happy, but sometimes, I feel that pressure and that's the only thing that makes me unhappy.

"I do," I heard him say. "It may be sooner than you think. I almost asked her last night." My eyes burst open in wonder. Was he talking about proposing? "Grams ring is perfect because, mom, Bella is perfect." He was definitely talking about proposing. "Just hold on to it. I don't want her to accidentally find it. We're not ready for that right now."

My heart was racing as I snooped in on his conversation. "I'll ask her dad when I'm ready." Then the conversation switched directions. "I hope this week. I need to get back on full duty at work. I'm lucky uncle Al likes me."

I decided it was time to make an appearance and walked into the kitchen. I went straight to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I kissed along a line of tribal ink that covered most of his back and shoulders. His left arm had color tattoos with weird markings and a portrait of someone that I'm assuming is his father because Mason looks just like the face on his arm.

"All right, mom. Bella's finally awake, so I need to feed her. We're just going to be lazy until we have to leave for her dad's." He turned in my arms and kissed the top of my head. "I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow."

Mason laid his phone on the counter. "You sleep okay?"

"Wonderfully," I said as I raked my eyes across the tattoos embedded on his chest. There was an Eagle on some sort of shield with Mason written at the top. "You're so damn sexy."

"Thank you." He lowered his head to kiss my neck. "And you're fuckhot as hell especially in my shirt." I had slipped on his discarded shirt from the night before. He reached around my waist and down over my ass where he cupped my ass cheeks. That's when he noticed I wasn't wearing any panties then trailed his tongue up my neck to my ear. "You too sore for more?"

"It's a delicious soreness that I'd love nothing more to add to." I pushed him over to a chair. "Sit." He was only in his boxers, and easy to slide off of him as he took a seat. "I'll be right back."

I ran back into my room and grabbed a condom. I didn't want to use them anymore than he did, but I'm definitely not ready for a baby, nor is he at this particular time in our relationship.

When I came sliding back into the kitchen, he was stroking himself. He wasn't all the way hard, but I knew it would only take seconds to get him there the moment I touch him, so I put the condom on the table and knelt down in front of him. "Oh snap! My baby is about to rock my world."

I stood back up for a second to pull my shirt off. I was completely naked in front of him, giving him complete access to touch me, and he did. He slipped his hand up my thigh and found what he sought out. "You're wet." I spread my legs open a little more as I felt him push a finger inside of me. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation, but I was wanting to do something else before he drew my attention away.

I pulled his hand away and knelt down in front of him, again and took his dick into my hand. He was watching me as I began to jack him off. He grew to his full height just as I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over the head of his cock. He just about leaped out of the chair. "You gotta hold still." Without hesitation, he dropped his hands down and gripped the sides of the chair. "Good boy."

Giving my boyfriend a blow-job in my kitchen before I had even had breakfast, was something I never imagined in my entire life, but here I was sucking a huge cock into my mouth and sucking on it like it was a giant lollipop. Mason was definitely liking what I was doing. "Baby." He placed his good hand on the back of my head. "I don't wanna cum in your mouth." I licked around his crown and gave him one good suck before releasing him with a pop. "Get up here." He helped me off the floor before reaching over and getting the condom off the table. "You wanna put it on?" I gladly reached for the baby catcher and rolled it on like I was a pro. Mason smiled up at me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. "Sit on my dick, baby."

Mason paid close attention to my chest as I straddled him. He helped out by holding his erection up so I could sink down on him. I didn't know what the hell I was doing right then and there because the only thing I was feeling was pain. "Oh, my God, that hurts." He wasn't even all the way in before I stopped myself from going any further. "Hold up." I slipped off of him and ran back into my room. I had a small bottle of lube that I used on myself now and then. I was wet, but not wet enough for him to slip completely inside of me.

When I returned, Mason was stroking himself again, and smiled a mile wide when he saw what was in my hand. "That'll work." He took it from me and poured some on his fingers and slipped them inside of me. I could feel the difference as he coated my walls with ease. "Let's try this again."

He pulled me to him, again and we started all over. "I love you," I tell him as I feel him penetrate me completely. There was a little bit of pain, but nothing like before the lube. "I never thought it would be like this."

Mason pulled my face to his and began to kiss me as I raised up then down over his erection. The more I moved, the better it felt, and the faster I wanted to move. I couldn't pull my mouth away from him even if I tried. The man in front of me is glorious in every way possible. "You were only waiting for me," he says as he began to help me move over him. "You fit over me like your pussy was always meant to be mine."

"Yes," I moaned and threw my head back and rode my boyfriend. "My pussy wants to marry your dick." Mason took one of my nipples into his mouth and helped send me into the next oblivion.

By four o'clock, we were in Mason's truck and on our way to Chandler to celebrate Leah's birthday. I hadn't seen them in a couple of weeks, and the thirty minute drive, if not less because Mason drove like a bat out of hell, was enough time to wonder how my family was going to react to my new boyfriend. "Why are you driving so fast?"

He gave me a devious smile. "The quicker we get there, the quicker we can get home. We have two months worth of sex to get caught up on." He took a pull from his vape then sent a huge, puffy, delicious smelling cloud into the air. He had his window cracked because the A/C was on.

"So, are you saying that the night we met, we should've had sex?"

"Uh, yeah," he said like it was the stupidest question he had ever heard. He smiled at me again, pulled on his vape and pressed his foot harder on the gas pedal.

I laughed at him. "You're too funny."

"As long as I can make you laugh, and I can make you happy. That's all that counts."

My dad lives right on the edge of Chandler near a subdivision that wasn't completely done. There was plenty of parking space for as many people that I was sure was going to be there. Edward was in for a big surprise.

When we pulled onto his street, it was lined back-to-back with cars. "Is this all your family?"

"Mostly." I shrugged. "Leah's Hopi Indian and a lot of her cousins, aunts, uncles, and the tribe Chief comes down because she's his granddaughter."

"Wow," Mason said. "That's a huge freakin' family." He was quiet for a few seconds. "Don't the Hopi have to marry someone that has the same heritage?"

"My dad is three quarter Hopi. Him and Leah met on some dating website for indigenous women. It matched her with my dad, and that's how they ended up together."

"So, does that mean you're Hopi?" He glanced at me as he pulled onto the dirt lot next to my dads house. There was a perfect spot for his monster truck.

"Yeah, and I know where you're going with this. My dad's never lived on the reservation, so he was exempt from marrying within the tribe. Since he married Leah, he's finally embraced his Hopi heritage."

Mason puffed on his vape a few more times as he retained the information I just shared with him. Then, he looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Wanna do a little rain dancing later?"

I laughed a huge belly laugh. "You're incorrigible."

"But you love me anyway," he shot back.

I gave him a toothy grin. "It took me two months to love you and a lifetime to look forward to."

He looked out over the hood of his truck. He had a serious expression on his face. "You see a future with me?"

"I could tell you that every girl daydreams about meeting the love of her life. He's her knight and shining armor that she's always wished for. He makes her feel like she's the only girl that will ever have his heart, but sometimes that is just puppy love. She knows she loves him, but there's still something missing." Mason nodded to let me know he was listening. "That kind of love doesn't last. When I was fifteen, I was so in love with Kyle Miller. Well, I thought I was. That lasted about three months until Matt Hoffman transferred into my biology class. He was so dreamy and when he started going out with Whitney Garcia, I decided to only love Channing Tatum for the rest of my life." I looked up to see Mason's full attention on me. "I've loved and lost. I've been in love for all the wrong reason's, but the moment I knew I loved you with every fiber of my being, my heart felt different than every other time I thought I was in love. You stole my heart before I even realized it. So, to answer your question, yes, I do see a future with you."

I could feel some tears forming, but I wasn't done telling him how I feel. "Two months ago, I saw this guy at a party, and when I woke up the next morning in his bed, it scared the daylights out of me. My defenses came up and I needed to push you away because I had it stuck in my head that all men were the same. You only want a girl for one thing. I was scared." I scooted closer, wanting the contact with him. "Every time we talked in that first week after we met, my stomach would go on a rampage because I was so scared. But I know now, without a doubt that you will always be my first choice. No matter where our relationship goes, I'll never regret a second that we've been with each other...now and in the future."

Mason stretched his arm out and hooked it around my neck and pulled my face to his. "That's some story. So, the guy you met at that party, does he feel the same way as you?"

"I'm absolutely 100% positive that he does because he said so."

"You sure he's not lying to you?"

I smiled at the jackass. "I know he wasn't lying because he was still with me after we made love for the first time, and he's about to meet my family."

Mason chuckled and pulled my face close to his. "I'm nervous as hell. My stomach is in knots, right now."

I puckered my lips wanting the contact with his. He responded the way I needed and pressed his lips to mine. "You'll be fine." I kiss him, again and initiated to take it further only for a few seconds. I felt it all the way to my toes, then realized we were parked right outside of my dads house, and released his mouth. "They'll love you because I love you."

I could hear music coming from my dad's backyard as we walked to the side gate to enter. The sound of laughter echoed off the privacy fence that encased my dad's property. The aroma of grilled food wafted through my senses, causing my stomach to grumble, and my mouth to water.

"Something smells good," Mason said as he followed behind me. He held my hand, tighter when a yard full of people came into view.

"My dad is the grill master. Oh, and I hope you're a Walking Dead fan because he makes references to the show all the time."

Mason forced a chuckle. "We might as well leave then because I don't even know anything passed season three."

I turned to look at him. "NO!" My reaction was exaggerated. "I don't think we can be together now."

"Suit yourself," he said and pretended to start back towards the gate until I pulled him back.

"You better not." I warned and stepped up as close as I could so I could whisper. "I'll tell my dad I shared my pie with you, so don't forget that he has lots of guns and only one is used for his job because he's a state trooper."

Mason's eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't?"

"No, I wouldn't because it takes more than not liking The Walking Dead to get rid of me." I raised up on my tip toes and kissed him.

He smiled down at me. "We have an audience."

I pulled away to turn around and see about thirty sets of eyes on us. "Hey, everyone," I feigned innocence. "This is my boyfriend, Mason." I pushed him in front of me. "Everyone, say hello and make him feel welcome, please."

My cousin Justin, from Leah's side of the family, came walking up with a beer for Mason. "Hey, man," Justin says as they do some kind of manly fist bump. "I'm Justin, but everyone calls me Just."

"Good to meet you," Mason says. "I'm actually Edward, but I prefer to be called by my last name."

There were too many to name, but more and more came to introduce themselves to Mason.

"Hi, Sissy!" I heard a small voice yell and as I turned around, Paul came barreling at me. "You came to say Happy Birthday to momma?"

I picked up my little brother. "I sure did. Where is your momma?"

"She in da kitchen wit granpa chiefs makin booze."

I laughed along with anyone who heard what he said. "Okay, is the booze for daddy?"

"Yeah. Hims wikes soda ann da stinky brown stuffs." Paul wrinkled his tiny nose in disgust.

I giggled at my little brother then looked up at Mason. "My dad's a jack and coke kinda man."

"Ah," Mason says. "I'm more of a beer man, myself." He held up the beer that Justin had given him. It was a Blue Moon, but I knew it wasn't what he likes to drink, so I knew he was only being nice.

"Bella!" I heard my name yelled from behind me. When I turned, I saw my mother and Leah coming out the back patio door.

"Mom!" I mock-yelled back to her. Then I whispered to Mason. "She's probably had a few drinks herself."

Mason tried not to smile, but it didn't work as my mother came at me with her arms wide open. "My baby girl," she crooned, then hugged me while I still had Paul in my arms. "Awww...I've missed you. You're always working."

"Sorry, mom. I have to work for a living."

Then Paul pushed her away. "No, NeeNee, she my sissy."

Mom pinched his cheeks. "You're such a cute little bug. You look just like your daddy."

At 5 years old, Paul was smart as ever and a little slow on the learning level. His focus was always on something other than what Leah was teaching him. She chose to home-school him until her and my dad felt it necessary to put him in public school, but if I didn't know any better, I'd think Leah's mom had a lot of influence in the homeschooling decision. I'm pretty sure everyone is hugely surprised that Leah hadn't popped out any more babies.

"Speaking of daddy's," I heard someone say from a different direction then saw my dad and Leah making their way over to me. "Paul, go make sure grandpa chief doesn't eat all the chips."

I sent him away to give us a little adult time as my dad and stepmom approached us.

My dad is a tall and built man. Not overly muscular and not as defined as Mason. They were about the same height. Maybe an inch or so in Mason's favor.

My dad wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. "I'm glad you made it."

"It's Leah's birthday, and I thought it was time you met Mason."

Dad spun us around and stuck his hand out. "So, this is the guy that monopolizes all your time, now." Then he looked around and behind Mason. "Where's Jake? He's usually on a leash trailing behind you."

Mason's eyes grew wide in wonder. I hadn't quite got around to explain Jake to him. "He's in Venezuela, dad. Who knows when he's coming home. He's backpacking with his new boy toy, Jose."

Then my dad looked at Mason up and down. "You're a big boy." As soon as his mouth opened again, I wanted to hide under the table. "Has my daughter given you her cherry pie? Because, you know, not just any boy can have my daughters pie, you know that, right?"

"Yes, sir," Mason answered. "I respect and love her, sir, and anything Bella wants to share with me is her choice."

I buried my face behind Mason's arm. I couldn't believe my dad was asking Mason shit like that.

"Oh, Charlie." That was Leah. "Leave the poor guy alone." She reached for Mason's hand. "Never mind him. He's a lot on the tipsy side. I'm Leah, Bella's stepmom and this drunk man is Charlie, Bella's dad."

"Nice to meet you both." He gave them each a nervous smile.

I slipped my arm around his back. "Is the food ready or is Grandpa Chief gonna eat it all?"

"It's all ready," Leah says just before kissing my cheek. "Thank you so much for coming." Then she whispered, "He's hot."

I giggled. "He definitely is."

As we made our way to the table where all the food was, and I introduced Mason to more family. My mom's boyfriend, Phil, had taken over the grill because my dad was starting to flounce on his cooking duties. Grandpa Chief was sitting at the head of the table with Paul perched on his lap. "Arabella, you get more and more beautiful every time I see you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Chief." I moved so he could see my guest. "I want you to meet Mason. He's my..."

Grandpa Chief interrupted me. "He's your soulmate. He's the one you shall marry and bare children with." He patted my hand then looked over to Mason. "I would like to see a child born to you before my time will expire."

"We have plenty of time Grandpa Chief. You can't rush perfection." I kissed his cheek and whispered to him so Mason couldn't hear. "Do you see it? Him with me? Or did you just say that?"

Every time he talks, he reminds me of the Indian man that narrates the movie Legends of the Fall with Brad Pitt. It's one of my favorites. "I maybe an old man, but I tell you no lie; he's the one. He shall plant his seed soon. You will be with child by Christmas."

I was so glad that Mason didn't hear what was just said. Paul had preoccupied him with a transformer toy he had recently got from having a full week of gold stars. Thank goodness, too. I didn't want to run him off before we really got started. Plus, Christmas was eight months away, so I wasn't going to worry too much. I'd just have to make sure we kept being safe.

Although, Grandpa Chief had made predictions in the past that turned out to be true. I honestly wasn't going to worry too much.

By the end of our visit, Mason was a little more than tipsy because my dad, Phil, and a few of my cousins were all sitting around the fire pit telling stories and joking around.

My mom and Leah cornered me in the kitchen while I helped clear the dishes and put leftovers away. I made sure to fix a couple of containers for me to take home for me and Mason, but then, the questions started flowing out left and right.

Where did you meet him?

How long had we been dating?

How old is he?

Does he work?

Does he have his own home?

Have I given up my cherry pie to him, yet?

All those questions were from Leah, and I knew my face flamed when she asked about my v-card. They knew the answer as soon as I turned away and started drying dishes.

My mom hugged me from behind and Leah got me from the side. "Was it romantic? It has to be romantic if you love each other."

"It was more," I admitted. "It was magical, and I never felt more loved than in that very moment."

"Have you met his family, yet?" Leah wondered.

I shook my head. "Not yet, but we're having dinner with his mom tomorrow."

"That's nice," my mom said. "You two don't live far from each other, do you?"

"No, and you'll never believe this, but we live across the street from each other." I chuckled. "This whole time he was right there."

Leah shook her head. "That's so weird." She took a deep breath then smiled at me. "It really was meant for you two to meet, and I know how much you like a man wearing a backwards baseball hat."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The image of Mason with his hat perched on his head backwards flashed through my mind.

"Look at her, Nee," I hear Leah say to my mom. "She's got it bad."

I popped my eyes open. "Sorry. The thought sends me to another planet." I sighed and gave my mom and stepmom a lovesick expression. "He has tattoos, too. Did you see them on his arms?" I said dreamily. "They're on his chest and on his back, too." I really do have it bad.

"He's definitely your dream," my mother said. "Stuff like this just doesn't happen by coincidence, sweetheart. You've been so smart since the day you were born. I'm so proud of you; we all are."

"And your dad really seems to like him." Leah tapped my shoulder and pointed out to where our men sat around the fire pit. "That's definitely a plus."

"I know." I gushed with pride. "I'm surprised at how well they're getting along. It's like they've been buddies forever."

My mom laughed. "Maybe your dad pulled him over a time or two."

We all laughed with her. "That would be hilarious."

I started drying a dish that I've been holding for nearly five minutes. Then I glanced over to Leah. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course, you can. You can ask me anything," she replied.

I wasn't sure if my mom was paying any attention as she moved pots and pans around in Leah's cabinet. "Are you and dad ever having any more kids?" I took another dish to dry it as I handed the dry one to Leah.

"We talked about it for a while when Paul turned 3, and since then if it happens it happens. We try without trying, if that makes sense."

Then I realized something that I had noticed earlier in the night. Leah hadn't been drinking any alcohol at all. "Wait." I stopped what I was doing. "Are you..." I gave her a sideways glance. "Are you pregnant, right now?"

She gave me a shy smile. "Maybe."

I reached up and hugged my stepmom. "That would be great if you are. Paul needs a younger sibling. He'd be a great big brother."

"He would," she agreed.

We finished cleaning up and I was ready to go. I had to make sure I tucked Paul in before I went to collect my man. He was definitely headed to the drunk side.

After telling everyone good night, I took the keys from Mason, and wondered how in the hell was I going to drive his truck.

Thankfully the journey home wasn't so bad. Driving his truck made me feel extra small.

I noticed an unfamiliar car parked in his driveway when I turned onto our street. Thankfully there was enough room for Mason's gigantic truck next to the unidentified vehicle. "Who's here?"

Mason squinted to try and see the car in his drunken haze. "I have no clue," he slurred.

"Obviously they have a key." I turned the engine off to the truck. "You really don't know who that is?"

Mason opened his door before I could get around to his side to help him out. I really couldn't do too much if he sent us plunging to the ground because I'm pretty damn sure that I'm literally half his weight. He's a big guy, and he'd definitely crush me if we fell with him landing on top of me.

Mason stumbled out of his truck with me hot on his tail. What if it were someone that broke in?

I saw a flicker of light as we entered the house. Mason was on a mission and left me in his dust before I hear him yell. "What the fuck, Eric? Why the hell are you here?" I watched as he walked around the coffee table and started picking up wrappers and empty food containers. There was no way we were gone long enough for Eric to eat all of Mason's food. "Dude, seriously! You're a freakin slob!"

I sensed his demeanor change when he started picking stuff up a little more aggressively. "Sorry, man," I heard Eric say.

"You could've called, bro." Mason yanked a blanket up off the floor.

I suddenly felt awkward as Mason dealt with is cousin. "Mas, I'm just gonna head home." I walked over and gave him a quick kiss then started for the door.

"Thanks, man. Not cool at all," I heard Mason say. "Bella wait!" I had just walked through the door when he came after me. "Bella, wait, dammit."

I stopped and turned back to him. "Just call me when you get up in the morning."

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. "I want you to stay with me, tonight."

"Eric needs you. I could tell it when I saw his face. I'm just going across the street to my house. I'm gonna eat a bowl of ice cream after I change into my pajamas and snuggle with Winchester."

He pouted at me. "You don't know how jealous I am of that damn cat, right now." He lowered his head to kiss me. He had the rankest beer breath, but I didn't care. As long as it wasn't vomit, then we were okay. "I'll come over once I figure out why he's here. Then you can snuggle with me."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my face into this chest so I could hear his heart beating. "I love you, and if you don't come over, just call me in the morning and we can go for breakfast or something."

He wrapped his arms around my head and kissed my hair. "After last night, I want you in my bed every night."

"We'll get used to it," I said, pulling away from our embrace. "If you show up, great, if not, I'll see you tomorrow. We're still going to have lunch, or dinner, or whatever with your mom, right?"

He nodded then lowered his head to kiss me. "I love you, Arabella. I'll try my best to get over to your place as soon as I can."

"Don't sweat it, Mas. I'm not going anywhere." I kissed him, again. "I love you. Now, go see if you can help your cousin with something."

As I turned to walk off, Mason swatted my ass, and growled at me. "That's a mighty sweet ass you have lady."

"Better not let my boyfriend hear you say that." Mason watched me walk all the way to my house.

Winchester must've heard me coming because he was perched by the door when I walked in. "Hello my love."

I picked him up and carried him through the house and grumbled when I noticed all the clothes strewn all over my bed. I had forgotten about digging for my black dress for mine and Mason date.

It took me about ten minutes to get my clothes put back into the rightful locations. Winchester watched and cleaned his ass from the large, plush chair that sat in the corner of my room. It has a matching ottoman that I got for free when I bought the chair. "You're such a boy." I tell him. Then he stopped mid lick, his leg straight up in the air and looked at me like he wanted to say, "Duh...I used to have balls until your mom took care of that."

"I know, buddy," I told him. "Let me put my jammies on then we'll go eat ice cream and watch Supernatural."

I was completely engrossed in the episode I was watching when I realized something. Mason's middle name is Dean. He had let it slip one night when he was telling me a childhood story, and how his mom would punish him. She always started with his middle name. Edward Dean. It was really bad when she used his complete name. Edward Dean Mason.

I wasn't sure what time it was, but I dreamed I was floating through the air while Dean Winchester carried me to my room while I ate a pint of Ben & Jerry's Everything but...

Once he placed me on my bed, he smiled down at me and pulled his shirt off before pushing his jeans down. "Oh, Dean, you got more tattoos. That's so sexy."

"I'll show you sexy," Dean says as he climbed into bed next to me. He took my ice cream from me and put it on my bedside table. I slid under the covers and rolled to my side as Dean settled in behind me. He wrapped his arm around my torso and gripped one of my breasts. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he started to kiss along my ear then down over my shoulder.

"I love you, Bella. I wanna marry you someday," Dean says as he eased his hand under my night shirt. "You're so beautiful."

"I love you, Dean."

My dream ended as Dean pushed me to my back, raised my shirt and started sucking and kissing my nipples. I woke with a start when I rolled over and realized I was in my bed. I couldn't even remember how I got there. Then I rolled the other direction to look at the clock only to find the love of my life with his arm thrown over his face, the blanket down over his waist allowing his chest to be in full view. Even his armpit was cute.

I slid across the bed and wrapped my arm over his stomach and lay my head on his chest. His breathing changed alerting me that he had woken up. Mason wrapped his arms around me mashing my face into his chest. "I'd give anything to wake up like this every morning," he grumbled then pressed his erection into my stomach.

"Someone's happy to see me." I kissed across his chest until I came in contact with his nipple. He growled when I nipped at it then sucked it between my lips and swirled my tongue around it as I moved my hand down to grasp his erection through his boxer briefs.

Mason placed his hand over mine and pushed down, wanting more friction than what I was giving him. I knew where this was heading, and I was all too willing to participate. In a flash, we were naked with him between my legs and pushing inside of me. Mason had my leg hooked over his arm as he began to drive into me. He had a wonderful rhythm going until I realized he didn't have a condom on. I was sure I'd be okay because I wasn't due to ovulate for another week, so I left it alone.

We seemed to hit our peak at the same time. I knew the moment my orgasm hit me, it would do the same with him. Sweat had built up between us in the short amount of time it took for us to finish our morning romp. "Fuck," he whispered into the crook of my neck as he panted for air. "Fuck," he said again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"What's wrong?" I tried pushing at his chest to get him to move. He rolled off of me leaving a trail of our mixed fluids across my thigh.

"I fucked up." I wasn't catching on very well to what he was saying.

"How?" I propped myself up on my elbows and looked over at him. "As far as I'm concerned, that was freakin fantastic."

He moved his arm away from his face. "Of course, it was good. There's no doubt about that, but my dumbass didn't put a condom on."

"Oh." I let what he said sit there for a few seconds between us. "I'm pretty sure we're okay. I have another week or so before I'm supposed to ovulate."

He raised his brows at me. "Okay," he said stressing the word. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mas, I'm sure." I felt a little frustrated with him from his reaction, so I scooted my sweaty ass to the side of the bed to get up.

Mason thought quick and grabbed my arm and pulled me back over to him. He sat up and made sure we were face to face. "We just got started, and I want it to be just us for a while before we have any kids, okay. Believe me, I want kids, and I want as many as you'll give me, but not right now, okay." I was sad for a moment, but I completely understood what he was saying.

I nodded and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth because we still hadn't brushed out teeth yet. "I understand." Then I went back to scooting off the bed to go take a quick shower.

Mason followed suit and joined me in the shower for some more kinky fuckery.

Thank you!

RTB