A/N: A little more Jasper and Alice with a little bit of Eric and T thrown in.

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

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7/1/2023

Cherry Pies and Backwards Baseball Hats

Chapter NINE

BPOV

"How's my nephew treating you?" Jasper asked as he sat my food down in front of me.

I gave him a huge smile. "He's the best." I pulled the long toothpick out of my sandwich. "Things are great."

It's been two months since Mason and I had our disagreement about living together. It's been tough to say the least. He has to be to work by seven where I don't start until eight. I wasn't going to tell him, but I was starting to get tired of going back and forth between our places. Thankfully, we live across the street from each other.

I work four 10 hour shifts where he works six days a week with no specific ending time. It really was crazy, and hard to get used to. I wasn't giving up, though.

There's been a few times where we've struggled to see each other during the week. Some nights, he doesn't get in until after 11pm, and I'm already asleep. He's brought come clothes to my house to keep there, and I've done the same. His late nights, he usually showers and climbs into bed only to get right back up to be to work by seven.

It really was insane. He's been trying to get caught up on the hours that he missed when his hand was broken. The day he got his cast off, he made sure he used his left hand as much as possible all over my body.

"My sister did right by that boy," Alice said as she came around the counter. "He's such a gentleman, and works harder than most men do."

We've seen Lizzy a few times since our dinner, and my family, as well. Mason really has become a permanent fixture in my life. My parents absolutely love him, and he's told me that his mom feels the same way about me.

"Have you met Carmen, yet?" Alice asked.

"No, but I've seen Eric plenty of times." I picked at my food as we talked.

"He takes a little getting used to," Jasper said. "I'd swear that boy lives on Red Bull and Five Hour energy drinks. He's still got another year before he can take the bar exam."

I saw Jasper writing something on a napkin. "Give this to Emmett. Our Rosie just turned 21, so maybe now he won't feel like he's robbing the cradle."

I laughed and shook my head. "I think he needs him a good woman; he's always working and loves kids," I said as I wrapped up my sandwich to go.

I bid the Whitlocks farewell and headed back to work. Emmett was the first stop for me. "Call her," I demanded.

"You can't be serious."

"I am. You need to get out more often and lighten up some. You're always working and going to the gym." I patted his huge bicep. "You never know, she may like to work out just as much as you do."

He looked like he was seriously thinking about it. "You said she just turned 21?"

"Yes. There's nothing wrong with the age difference. I'm 23 and Mason's about to turn 28. No big deal. You're 29. That's only eight years difference, not ten or twenty."

I watched as he thought for a minute, his lips going into a thin line. "I guess," he said. "When are you going to introduce me to your man?"

"You call Rosalie and then we'll see. Maybe we can set up a double date or something."

"I could do that," he admitted. "I'll call her on my lunch break."

Later that night, all I received was a text from Mason saying he would be later than usual, and he'd stay at his place. This past week, I've only seen him twice, and it was grating on my last nerve. We hadn't had sex in more than two weeks. One of those weeks, I was on my period. The second week, he was passing out as soon as he climbed into bed. We were like an old married couple only living in separate houses.

I now knew why he was giving me such a hard time about living together. He's barely mentioned anything about it since he agreed to give me time. I wondered if he gave up on wanting us to live together and that made me worry that he didn't care about our relationship one way or the other. It made my heart hurt.

It was nearly nine at night and I hadn't heard from Mason all day, so I decided to send him a text. "Are you working late, again? If not, I'll wait up. I miss you."

It was thirty minutes before he responded. "It'll be a couple of more hours. Love you."

I couldn't help it when I started crying. He didn't miss me. My heart was breaking because I suddenly felt lonely.

It was a Friday night and I wanted my boyfriends attention, but he was still at work, so I decided to call Tanya. Jacob had extended his trip, so he was still out of the question to call. Tanya had gone against dating different guys and settled with just one. It turns out, that Eric, Mason's cousin, is the lucky one to get her to stick to one guy. If they weren't busy, then I was going to see if we could hang out, but they already had plans. So, again, I felt like the loneliest person in the world.

I sat on my couch and mourned over my love life that had become a convenient situation, and decided to watch a very sappy movie. I was so depressed that all I wanted to do was cry my eyes out. I chose to watch The Choice, and by the end of the movie, I was a blubbering mess. I wanted to believe that it was because of the movie, but it proved that you can't help who you love and want to spend the rest of your life with. I feel that way about Mason and wished there was a way I could get my boyfriend back.

My depression really was starting to get the better of me because I found myself questioning if Mason really did love me, and it broke my heart even more to think that he was staying at work to avoid me.

I cried harder until I was a hiccuping mess. My nose was so stuffed up that I could barely breathe. I kept trying to blow my nose, but that only made it worse.

I thought I was hearing things when I heard, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Mason's face came into view when I opened my puffy eyes. "You're here."

He knelt down in front of me. "I'm here. What's wrong?" I glanced at his hands, and I could see the grease under his fingernails and in the cracks of his skin. There was grease on his face along his jaw, as well, and then I felt stupid for even thinking he didn't love me anymore.

I looked up at him and saw the worry he was expressing. "This movie always makes me cry."

He gave me a look that said that he didn't believe me. "Why don't I believe you? No one cries this hard over a movie."

"Have you seen The Choice? It really is a tear jerker." I wiped my nose, again, with my overly used piece of tissue.

Mason gave me that look again, and that made me cry more. "I just..." I started to tell him, but I couldn't stop crying. "I feel like you've been avoiding me ever since our argument about us living together."

He leaned in close and made me look at him. "That's completely not true. Can I shower real quick then we can talk?"

I nodded as I blew my nose for the hundredth time. "I'll be right here."

He kissed me and disappeared into my bedroom. He preferred to use that shower, plus all of his body wash and shampoo was in there. That made me wonder if I really did want us to live together because I always made sure he had stuff that he likes at my house.

Winchester jumped up on the couch with me and found a comfortable spot on my lap. He always calmed my nerves if I was upset, so his presence was doing the trick.

Mason was done and dressed in a pair of basketball shorts when he came out of my bedroom. He went to the fridge to get a beer, which I made sure was available for him when he was here. When he came into the living room, he picked my feet up and laid them over his lap. "I took tomorrow off," he tells me then takes a long draw from his bottle of beer. "We don't have to do anything. I just want to spend a full weekend with you."

"You're really not avoiding me?" I kept my eyes trained on Winchester because I was afraid that Mason would see my worry.

"I'm not avoiding you," he says. "I promise. We're short two mechanics so I'm helping as much as I can until uncle Al can hire more help. Believe me, I'd rather be here than there after the sun goes down."

"I'm just being a baby, I guess. I'm feeling lonely. I was okay for so long without the need of company until you. We've been together for almost five months and I crave your attention."

Winchester finally decided to jump off my lap when Mason reached over to sit his beer on the coffee table then grabbed one of my legs by the ankle and raised it above his head before letting it drop behind his back. My legs were now around him giving him better access to lay on top of me.

He was propped on one elbow as he eased his other hand up my shirt where he found my naked breasts. My nipples were hard because, well, he was touching me. "I've miss you," he tells me. "I think we're a little over due for some hot, sweaty sex."

I could feel him hard as steel against my thigh which made my libido kick into overdrive.

My shirt was pushed up so he could ravish my breasts with his mouth. Each time he sucked a nipple between his lips, my damn lady button ached for attention. This was one of those moments that I gave myself a pat on the back for getting a prescription for birth control. We were no longer using condoms, and every time we came together, I thanked all the birth control makers out there.

We were naked seconds later, and he was driving into me like we needed each other to breathe. It had been way too long to go without intimacy with my man.

He pulled out and told me to bend over the couch. He was going to take me from behind, and that meant only one thing. He wasn't holding back on me tonight.

By the time we were done, we were out of breath and sweaty piles of goo. "We're doing this all day tomorrow, just so you know."

After a quick shower, we climbed into bed and were fast asleep in no time.

By the end of the next day, my crotch was so damn raw from all the sex he promised me we'd have all day, and he lived up to it. We were making up for lost time.

That evening, we made plans with Tanya and Eric for dinner and drinks, but the drinks were saved for my house because I didn't want anyone driving. Eric and Tanya agreed they would stay at my house, or even Mason's if they had to. There were plenty of rooms to choose from in either home. They chose downstairs at my house.

Tanya and I were in the kitchen getting more beers for the guys and making drinks for ourselves. We were drinking Fuzzy Navels. "You never did tell me if Mason is hung like a horse or not," Tanya says as she measured out the peach schnapps for our drinks.

"I never offered nor do I have any comparison. To me, he's enough to split me in two if he set his mind to it."

"Damn." Tanya sighed. "Eric's big, too, but I think I already told you that. I really think I'm falling for him."

"Awww...I'm so happy for you. If we marry them, we'll be related." I was so damn tipsy that everything was funny and overly dramatic. We were laughing and squealing and doing girly jumps with each other.

That was until both men came walking into the kitchen. "Where's our room, Bella?" Eric asked.

"Downstairs. You have a few choices. Any room you want."

Mason decided he wanted to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder and headed for my room where he threw me on the bed. That pissed Winchester off, and he cried out in frustration and ran from the bed. He didn't have far to go because Mason slammed the door shut. So much for having more drinks.

"Strip," Mason demanded when he started yanking his clothes off.

When we were naked, he prowled towards me on the bed then forced my legs open as wide as they would go. His face was between them moments later as he began to make love to me with his mouth.

I couldn't control my body as it squirmed all over the damn bed. That was before he plopped down beside me and said, "Ride me."

With his hands on my hips to help guide me, I rode him like the Kentucky Derby, and it hurt so damn good that we had to go for a second round. I hope that I didn't scratch his chest up too bad because the faster we went, the harder I clawed at his chest.

Our marathon of sex ended close to four in the morning. Mason didn't need long to recharge before we were going at it, again.

We were curled up with each other, him behind me with his arm wrapped around me. He was kissing on my neck and lightly sucking. "I can't get enough of you," he says as he continues to massage one of my breasts. "If I could live with my dick inside of you all day, I would."

"Mmm...what a way to live." I was starting to doze off. "I love you, Edward, and I never want to be without you." That's the last thing I remember saying before I finally fell asleep.

I woke up to Mason thrusting into me from behind. He had my leg raised up over his hip. He was going slow, but pressing hard into me. Every time he did it, I swear he was hitting an organ in my chest. I responded by placing my hand over his that was gripping my right breast. His face was in the crook of my neck. "Oh, baby, I love you so much. Don't you like waking up like this in the morning?"

Mason began to move faster as I told him how much I loved him, and I was close to my release. That spurred him on to slip his had between my legs to rub my clit. "C'mon, baby, I gotta feel you."

My orgasm slammed into me like a tons of bricks. I tensed as the feeling momentarily paralyzed me. I couldn't breathe and I could feel myself squeezing and twitching around his cock. "That's the best fucking feeling in the world."

The sensation finally eased off and Mason never let up on his movements, only speeding up. If I came like that, again, I would probably pass out from the intensity.

Mason then slipped his other arm underneath me so he could grasp my shoulders and pound into me. His grip became tighter as he finally hit his peak. His orgasm was just as intense as my own. He growled into my ear. "I love cumming inside you."

Those words rang in my ears loud and clear when six weeks later I was on an examination table waiting for Esme to re-enter the room.

Thank you!

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