Chapter 21

Happiness’s POV

It wasn’t a sudden revelation or a grand gesture that changed things between Mason and me. It was the little moments, the quiet mornings when he brought me coffee, the way he asked about my day and actually listened, the way he never hesitated to reassure me when doubt crept in.

We weren’t perfect, and we didn’t pretend to be. But over time, the cracks began to heal, replaced by something stronger.

This evening, as we sat on the couch watching a documentary Mason had picked out, I realized how far we’d come. I wasn’t tense, waiting for the next shadow to fall. I was just… here, with him, and it felt enough.

“You’re quiet,” he said, glancing at me.

“Just thinking,” I replied, smiling faintly.

“Good thoughts, I hope?”

I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Good thoughts.”

And for once, that wasn’t a lie.

Next morning, I woke up to the sound of Mason humming in the kitchen. It was a tune I didn’t recognize, but there was something comforting about it.

I padded into the kitchen, still groggy, and found him flipping pancakes, a ridiculous smile on his face.

“Who are you and what have you done with Mason?” I teased, leaning against the counter.

He laughed, setting a plate in front of me. “Just thought I’d surprise you.”

I looked down at the slightly misshapen pancakes, my chest tightening in the best way. “This is a good surprise,” I said softly.

His smile softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. “You deserve a million more.”

The first time Mason introduced me as his girlfriend to a group of his colleagues, it caught me off guard.

“She’s the better half of the team,” he said, his arm around my waist.

I froze for a moment, the words sinking in. Not just “Happiness.” Not just “someone I’m seeing.” His girlfriend.

It was a small thing, but it felt monumental.

Later that night, as we walked home, I couldn’t stop smiling.

“What?” he asked, nudging me gently.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just… I never thought we’d get here.”

He stopped walking, turning to face me. “We’re just getting started.”

Weeks later, Mason surprised me with a weekend trip to a cabin by the lake. It was simple—just us, the water, and the quiet.

One evening, as we sat on the dock, our feet dangling over the edge, he turned to me with a serious expression.

“Happiness, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I said, my heart skipping a beat.

“What do you want for us? Not just now, but in the future?”

The question caught me off guard, but as I looked into his eyes, I realized I wasn’t afraid of the answer.

“I want what we have now,” I said honestly. “But I want it to grow. I want… more.”

He nodded, his hand finding mine. “Me too.”

In that moment, I knew we were truly moving forward. Not because we’d forgotten the past, but because we’d chosen to learn from it.

Later that night, as the stars glittered above the lake, we found ourselves back in the cabin, the warmth of the fire flickering in the hearth. The air was thick with the kind of silence that comes with being utterly in sync with one another.

I could feel Mason's eyes on me as I stood by the fire, the glow casting soft shadows over my face. Slowly I turned, finding him looking at me, his gaze dark and intent.

“You know,” he started, his voice low, “I don't think I ever truly understand what it meant to be here with someone. Until now.”

I took a step towards him, my heart beating faster at the raw intensity in his eyes. “And now?”

“Now I want to make sure you know exactly how I feel.”

Before I could respond, he was in front of me, his lips crashing onto mine with an urgency gat took my breath away. His hands slid into my hair, pulling me closer, till there were no space left between us.

I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss, feeling the heat of his body pressing to mine. The world seemed to vanish, leaving only the rush of our heartbeats, and the fire that burned between us.

His lips moved to my neck, kissing a trail that sent shivers down my spine. My fingers tangled in his hair tugging him closer, and he growled desperate for more. Every touch, every kiss felt like an explosion in my chest, building and building until I thought I might combust.

He lifts one of my hands and slowly moves it down his stomach until he stops by his slacks. I gulp as my hand connects with the huge bulge straining through the material.

“This is what you do to me,” he murmurs, “all the fucking time.”

“You're so hard,” I whispered as I stare down at his pants. My fingers begin to trace over the material of his pants, and I heard him suck in a breath.

His lips part and his breathing becomes heavier at my fingers brushing against him. This is the first time I'm touching him. Hell, first time I'm touching a man.

He releases my hand and watched as I slowly begin to unzip his slacks, reaching into the gap as I slowly reach into the gap and brushing my fingers against his painfully hard cock through his boxers.

“Shit.” He breathes, and my eyes flick up to his.

“I want you,” I whispered again watching as his pupils dilate. “Please.”

His jaw tenses as his shoulders raise up and down heavily and he releases a groan from the back of his throat.

He undressed me slowly, his hands tracing every curve of my body, as if he were memorizing it, and I felt my pulse quicken in response. All I'm left in is my matching thongs and bra, while his eyes very comfortably flick over my body.

“You're so beautiful.” He breathes, as he reaches for my hips and I back away, shaking my head with a playful smile.

I step over my clothes and sashayed past him to the bed, and sat down on the end looking over at him.

He turns, his eyes full of amusement as he curses under his breaths and make his way towards me. My long blonde hair hangs loosely over my shoulders and arms, my hands resting on my knees as I wait for him.

“What do you want?” He asked, as he walked over to me.

“I want to take off your pants.” I tell him quietly, and his lips tilt upwards granting me permission.

Nervously reaching forward, I begin to pull down his trousers until they fell around his feet. He steps out of the trousers and my fingers hover by the waistband of his boxers.

His hard-on is even more noticeable through his boxers, and I gulp at the sight wondering how big he actually is.

I took a deep breath before I dipped my fingers into the hem as I begin to pull it down. His long and thick dick sprang up and almost brushes against his stomach as I allowed his boxers to fall down his legs.

My eyes widen as precum leaks from it's tip, and I'm even more shocked when Mason wraps his hands around it and gave himself a few slow strokes. All I can do is stare, the throbbing between my legs growing even stronger.

He's so big and long, but it's the thickness that's scares me. There's absolutely no way it will fit in me without tearing me in two.

He removes his shirt and threw it on the floor behind him. I can't tear my eyes away from him. He's breathtaking.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked. “There’s no going back after this.”

I looked up at him and nodded.

“Words, babygirl. Use your words.” He said, his voice low.

“Yes, I'm sure.” I said.

A small smirk ghosts over his lips as he leans forward and gripped my hips, picking me up effortlessly, and pushing me back on the bed until I'm laying down. He crawled on top of me, forcing my legs apart with the back of his hands.

One of his hands love around my back and unclasped my bra, and I watch as it falls to the floor. He stares down at me with so much lust and passion. He kisses me again, trailing a way down my thong as he removed it with his teeth.

“Oh, Happiness,” He growled, leaning up and running his fingers up and down my clit. I release a breathy moan and subconsciously buck my hips up, causing him to chuckle. “Impatient, are we?”

He begins to circle his fingers, creating more tension as I tipped my head back. “Fuck” I breathed.

“Such foul words leaving such pretty lips.” He tutted as he pushes a finger inside me causing me to let out an estranged gasp. “Shit, you're so tight.” He growled, pumping his fingers faster.

He adds another finger and my head falls backward on the bed, my hips bucking out, my grip on his arms tightening. “Oh my god, yes.” I moaned as he fucks me harder with his fingers. I closed my eyes, seeing stars circling behind my eyes, and I feel myself begin to tighten around his fingers. “Yes, don't stop.” I breathed.

He used his other hand to grip the back of my neck, forcing me to look up at him as my body begins to convulse around his fingers. I let out a cry and he hit that spot again over and over, my body finally climaxing and almost pushing his fingers back out as I cum, moaning in pleasure.

He removes his fingers and I open my eyes, looking at him as he holds his dick already wrapped with a condom. “Ready for me baby?” He asked huskily, and my eyes widen in shock.

“There's… more?” I stuttered and he snickered, his eyes glinting with a promise.