The Marriage Pact: A Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  Maybe the drink I ordered her could help with some of the tension she was obviously carrying. I wanted to have fun with Ash tonight. In fact, I resolved to make sure that whenever she was with me, no matter how long or how often, that she would always have fun. She wouldn’t ever let herself have fun if someone didn’t shove it on her to do so, and I figured I could do the shoving.

  Their fruity cocktails came, and Ash sat down right next to me. Before I could make a move, she scooted so close I could feel body heat radiating from her leg to mine. She felt so good pressed against me again, and I felt my dick hardening against my pants with each sip of her drink they took. Her lips would wrap around the glass, and I couldn’t help but imagine her lips wrapped around my cock.

  “And that’s when I ran into the nun again!” Winston roared.

  “Wait,” Frank asked. “The nun from the convent was in the bar?”

  “Yes,” he said. “The very same. I almost didn’t believe it, so I grabbed her a drink and took it up to her. When she looked up at me, I thought she was gonna pass out!”

  “Oh, this didn’t happen,” Ash said, smirking.

  “Swear to god on my mother’s grave.”

  “Your mother’s still alive, Winston,” I said, smiling.

  “Well, on her eventual grave,” Winston said, shrugging.

  “I’m ready for another drink,” Frank declared.

  “Oh, there’s one here you have to try,” Winston said. “It’s inspired by me.”

  “No, it’s not!” Ash laughed.

  “It is,” he said. “I dated the bartender here, and she created a drink after me because of the mind-blowing orgasms I gave her every night we were together.”

  I felt Ash tense beside me, and I couldn’t help but pan my gaze toward her. Her face was staring hard at Winston’s, but the smallest flicker of her eye danced toward me. I knew exactly what she was thinking, so I slid my hand over onto her thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

  “And what’s this wonderful drink called?” Frank asked seductively.

  “The tiny temple,” Ash quipped.

  Frank threw her head back and laughed, and Winston feigned like he’d been shot. Just as Ash’s smile fell from her cheeks, I pressed my lips lightly to her ear.

  “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since we parted ways, Ash.”

  I watched the goosebumps cascade down her neck, and I squeezed her thigh one last time before I pulled away. The waitress set drinks down in front of us, and when I brought it up to take a sip, it actually didn’t taste that bad.

  “I still don’t think you inspired this drink,” I said.

  “It pains me that you don’t trust me, Mase.”

  “Mase?” Ash asked.

  “Oh, I’ve known Mase here for years. We go all the way back to our preppy preschool days.”

  “Pulling all the girls’ ponytails, I assume?” Frank asked.

  “Only if they wanted me to,” Winston said with a wink.

  I let him drone on in the background while I studied Ash. This drink was stronger than it tasted, and I felt myself melting into her presence. I studied the clothes she was in and the bosom that was outlined in her shirt. I snaked my hand back over and laid it on her thigh again. Her muscles jumped underneath my touch.

  I saw the heat rise in her cheeks and the way her ears reddened in this cute little way I’d never seen before. Then my eyes fell to the necklace around her neck. It was bright green and turquoise with what looked like little onyx pieces between the beads.

  “I really like your necklace,” I said.

  I raised my fingers up to touch it and watched as Ash shifted her gaze my way, and before I could ask her where she got it, Frank opened that big mouth of hers again.

  For once, I was glad she did.

  “She made it herself,” Frank said.

  “Wait, you made this?” I asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” Frank said, not letting Ash answer. “She had her own line of jewelry and everything.”

  “Frank,” Ash groaned.

  “Well, you do!”

  “Do you make all the jewelry you wear?” I asked her.

  “I mean, not all of it,” she said. “And anyway, I’m still technically learning everything. I’d like to save up enough money one day to study with the master jewelry makers in Milan.”

  I felt Winston eye me closely before Frank stuck her foot in her mouth again.

  “Yeah, well, working in that craft shop won’t give you that kind of money. I keep telling you that. Oh, Ash! Have you ever told Mase here about the time you got your head stuck in between the staircase banisters?”

  “Only Winston calls me ‘Mase,’ Frank,” I said.

  “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, have you?”

  “Did you do it when you were a kid?” Winston asked.

  “No, she did it two months ago!” Frank roared.

  I could tell Ash was uncomfortable, and I was thankful for Winston changing the conversation back to his travels. He told us more outlandish stories of when he traveled to Australia and Vienna and Ireland. The girls laughed, and I interjected with stories of my own. I told them about skiing accidents in Aspen, and I told Ash what Milan was like whenever I went there for the family trip. Eventually, I didn’t have any more stories to share.

  But Winston never ran out of stories. Probably because he’d gone to so many more places.

  We all finished the “Winston-inspired drink,” and it was definitely stronger than any of us intended it to be.

  “Just like my orgasms,” he said.

  I let him rattle on. My attention was focused on how good it felt to have Ash pressed against me again. She leaned into me, and I snaked my arm around her body. I dipped my lips back to her ear and told her how incredible she looked tonight. And the truth was, she did. She was finally comfortable, and her smile lit up the bar. She was wearing her stunning pieces of jewelry, and her body felt just like it did that night we were cuddled up in the backseat of her car.

  “I really couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I murmured to her.

  She turned her face up to me and smiled. Then she slid her hand behind my head and guided her lips to my ear. My dick twitched in my pants when I felt her fingertips graze the base of my scalp.

  “That’s the thing about having a really good orgasm,” she whispered. “You always seem to want another one.”

  I cleared my throat and excused myself to the bathroom. Winston caught on and was quickly on my heels. I busted into the bathroom and whipped around, and when he came through the door, I held out my hand to him.

  “Let me use your apartment again,” I said.

  Winston threw his head back and laughed while he dug around in his pocket for his keys. He dropped them in my hand without another word, and I threw my arms around him and gave him a massive hug. I wasn’t even sure why the hell I was so happy, but the idea of taking Ash home again made my body tremble in anticipation.

  We walked back to the table.

  “Frank!” Winston exclaimed with his arms wide open. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

  “Sounds like fun,” she said. “Ash?”

  I looked over at her and shook my head lightly, and for a moment, I thought she was just going to go along with Frank. But the smirk that dawned on her cheeks thrilled me to my bones.

  “You go on ahead,” Ash said. “I think I’m gonna hang out with Mason a little while longer.”

  “You sure?” Frank asked.

  “Frank,” Winston began, as he took her arm and wound it with his. “Have I told you the story of how I got lost in Italy and ended up coming across one of the oldest vineyards in the world?”

  “Not yet,” Frank gushed. “How’d you get lost?”

  The two of them walked out of the bar, and I turned back to Ash. I watched her dig for her keys before she pulled them from her purse. We wasted no time in taking her car to Winston’s apartment.

  We rushed up the stairs, and I threw the door open. Ash’s h
ands yanked me toward her. She crashed her lips onto mine before her leg kicked the door closed. My hands sunk deep into the thick of her hips while her hands started to undo my belt buckle.

  Dear Jesus, her tits felt good against my body, and I was going to make sure I took her in every way and on every surface I could think of.

  Chapter 12

  Ash

  I couldn’t help myself. I knew what Mason was capable of, and my body had been aching for him all night. I pulled his pants and boxers to the floor and dropped to my knees. His thick length jutted toward me, already hard. It had been growing in his pants all night, and finally, I wrapped my lips around his cock.

  His hands wound themselves in my hair, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He was throbbing against the tip of my tongue, and every time I hollowed out my cheeks, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips into my mouth.

  I sucked him down as much as I could, and spit began to drip down my chin. He ripped me off my knees and crashed his lips onto mine. He backed me into the wall, and his fingertips slid my leggings down. Mason sank to his own knees, and I could feel my legs already beginning to tremble.

  His tongue parted my glistening pussy lips and lapped up my juices, and I couldn’t wind my hands into his hair tight enough. I bucked into his face, and his hands buried themselves into my hips. I felt that familiar burning sensation in my gut, and I begged him not to stop. He dug his tongue into my depths, and I rolled my hips into his face. When my orgasm crashed over me, he raised up and latched his lips onto my neck.

  “You taste fantastic,” he murmured into my skin.

  My legs were shaking, and my mind was blurred. I felt myself slowly sinking to the floor, but Mason caught me in his arms and helped me over to the couch. He sat down beside me with his thick dick bouncing against his stomach, and the look in his eye caused me to swing my leg over his hips.

  “Oh, god,” he whispered.

  I reached down and grabbed his cock before I lined it up with my entrance, and when I sank down onto him, I physically felt my body shake. He filled me up exactly as I remembered. I grabbed Mason’s tie and used it as leverage.

  I rolled my hips on top of his as he thrusted up into my body, and a sheen of sweat began to gather on my chest. I let go of his tie and peeled my shirt off my body, and then Mason raised up and latched his lips onto my breasts.

  “You are perfect,” he murmured into my skin.

  He unsnapped my bra without any trouble at all, and when my tits were released from their confines, his lips began peppering them with kisses. His hands traveled to my bare ass and squeezed me tightly, and all at once, he lifted me off the couch. I squealed and held his neck tightly, and we barreled into his bedroom and flopped down onto the bed.

  “No yappy dog this time,” I said. “You planned ahead.”

  I felt myself dripping down my thighs, and for the first time since we’d gotten to the apartment, my eyes connected with his. He smiled and smoothed a bit of sweat-drenched hair from my forehead. The kiss he left on my nose made me giggle. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him deeper into me, and that’s when I watched him push up onto his heels.

  “You really do feel good,” he murmured with a smile on his face.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I breathed.

  He threw the crooks of my legs over his shoulders before he slowly laid back down onto me, and I realized I couldn't move. His hips moved slowly, hitting that spot just right, and I felt sparks of fire pop along my skin.

  “Jesus, Mason,” I gasped.

  He picked up his pace, and his balls started smacking my ass. All I could do was lay there and take his assault. His tie was dancing along my chest, and the sweat on his brow was dripping onto my skin. I wanted desperately to feel his naked body against mine.

  And apparently, he had the same thought.

  He pulled up quickly and began loosening his tie. I watched him rip the rest of his clothes off and toss them to the side. My legs slipped from his shoulders and fell to the bed, and that was when he took it upon himself to grab my hips and flip me around. He grabbed my hips tightly and raised them to him, and before I could catch my breath, his dick slipped back into my tight pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” he grunted.

  He pounded into me as I braced myself against the headboard. I droned out his name with every breath. His dick sheathed itself into me, time and time again, and I felt my legs giving way out from underneath my body.

  “You feel so good, Ash. Oh, god.”

  He pounded into my hips, and my ass jiggled in his face. The way he ran his hands along my body made me feel like a goddess. He dropped down and licked a stripe up my spine, and my body shivered underneath him before my walls started massaging his dick.

  I felt myself teetering on the edge, and I couldn't stand it.

  “Faster,” I begged. “Just a little faster, please.”

  “Anything for you,” he grunted.

  The bed was slamming against the wall, and my body was lurching with every single thrust he made. His cock began to twitch inside of me, and I felt myself fall over the edge.

  “Yes! Mason, yes!”

  “Holy shit,” I heard him groan.

  I felt him quickly pull out of me before his warmth covered my back, and my body plummeted to the bed in a fit of heaves and sweat. My body was tingling in ecstasy as the last of my orgasm rolled over my trembling form. When Mason flopped down beside me, I could hear him panting as well.

  “Good god,” he whispered.

  “Yeah,” I groaned.

  We laid there and tried to gather ourselves. When Mason caught his breath, he told me to hold on. I felt a cool washcloth fall onto my skin, and after he was done cleaning my back, I heard the washcloth fall to the floor before he scooted into bed beside me. His arm snaked around my body and pulled me close. For the first time ever, I felt safe and satiated in the arms of the man I’d just had sex with.

  “That was incredible,” I whispered.

  “It was,” he murmured.

  I rolled over to look at him, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was so incredibly handsome, with his thick head of hair and his chiseled, lean form. I scooted closer into his grasp, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me, and before I could think about it I slid my leg in between his.

  “Much more comfortable in a bed,” I said.

  “Definitely,” he breathed. “Makes for more acrobatic moments.”

  The twinkle in his eye was distracting, and I wondered if he felt as comfortable and fulfilled as I did.

  “And it helps that we didn’t have a yapping dog,” I said. “Did you send him off with Winston or something?”

  I watched his face fall and felt his body tense against mine. For a second, I thought that maybe something had happened to Huck.

  “Is Huck all right?” I asked.

  Mason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he pulled away from me, I started to get nervous.

  I wanted him to come back. I should’ve never asked that stupid fucking question.

  “I have a confession to make,” he began.

  “Okay.”

  “Huck isn’t my dog,” Mason said.

  Oh. Wait, Huck wasn’t his dog?

  “He’s a dog that wanders up the metal fire emergency stairs outside the complex sometimes.”

  “You could have just told me that last time,” I said.

  “That’s the thing, Ash,” he said.

  “Mason. What’s wrong?”

  “This isn’t my apartment.”

  Oh.

  “I still live with my mother,” he said. “I have since my father died. She sort of, well, it’s a long story. Anyway, I’m also sort of rich. Well, wealthy. Very wealthy.”

  I nodded my head blankly and slowly took in all the information. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I could tell he was already on edge. So, I laid back and just let him go at his own pace.

  “When I found yo
ur ad, I was intrigued,” he said. “But I figured it wasn’t a good idea to mention all the money I had upfront. I mean, it was supposed to be a one-off thing, right? Why complicate things?”

  “I understand,” I said.

  “But here we are for the, what, third time? And I didn’t want anything else hanging between us. That’s not right.”

  “Whose apartment are we in?” I asked.

  “Winston’s,” he admitted.

  “Why didn’t you just tell me it was his?”

  I watched him roll his answer around in his head, and I felt bad. I honestly wasn’t upset with him, just a little confused. I took his hand and brought it to my lips. When I kissed the back of it, he released the breath he was holding.

  “Calm down,” I said. “I’m not upset. Confused, yeah. Feeling like we should wash the sheets before we leave, definitely. I’m just trying to figure it all out.”

  The chuckle that fell from his lips caused me to move back into his body.

  “I didn’t tell you it was Winston’s because I didn’t want to open the line of questioning that would lead to why I was still living with my mother,” he admitted.

  “Then we don’t have to talk about it,” I said, “I’m just glad you finally told me everything. As for the money, I get it. I mean, finances aren’t really an exciting topic of conversation on a first date. No one talks about their crippling student debt, so why would you talk about your millions?”

  “Billions,” he corrected.

  “What?”

  “It’s billions,” he said.

  “I’m laying naked in bed with a billionaire?”

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  Holy shit, I’ve been dating a billionaire.

  “Well, that’s pretty impressive,” I said. “But I don’t care about it, if that’s what you think. Just takes some time to process.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Because women who look like me don’t end up with billionaires.”

  “Ah, so they have that stereotype down here, too?” he asked.