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“Enough. I don’t need to see that.” Niles frowned. “Do you happen to know why those boards were moved over there.” He pointed behind them. “They weren’t there last night when I left.”
“Oh, those. We knocked the boards over last night,” Jeremy said.
“What?” Niles’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Your sister gets a little wild when I –“
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Niles shook his head and stalked off.
“When you make me cum.” Angie wiggled her eyebrows. “You want me to come back tonight?”
“Absolutely.” Jeremy bent down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to pin your legs behind your head, rub your clit, and cum as you milk my cock.”
“Fuck. I think I’m already halfway there.” Angie trailed her hand down his chest and winked at him. Her inked man loved dirty talk, rough sex, and buying her daisies at the local farmer’s market. What a sexy combination.
EPILOGUE
One year later, Angie walked into the living room and frowned. Around the room were pieces of wood, torn out pages of instructions, and two yelling men. She stared at Jeremy and Niles as they argued with each other.
“I told you to put this piece here.” Niles grabbed a board and shoved it in front of Jeremy.
“But the instructions say piece ‘B’ goes into piece ‘E’.”
“I don’t give a fuck. That’s not how we did mine.”
“Guys. Take five.” Angie handed them both a sweet tea and studied the damage. “At least we have another couple of months.”
“We need to get everything done before then.” Jeremy frowned.
“You wouldn’t think a baby would get this guy’s panties so wedged up his ass,” Niles said as he smirked.
“I don’t wear panties. Or underwear for that matter. Thank you very much.”
“It makes it easier for him to–”
Niles threw up his hands over his ears. “Hush.” He glared at them. “Are you done?”
“Sure,” Angie said as she rubbed her swollen stomach.
“Thank God.” Niles dropped his hands.
“Get his cock out of his pants,” Angie continued Jeremy’s cutoff sentence.
“To piss.” Jeremy grinned.
“Right.”
“What were you thinking?” Jeremy tilted his head.
“Well, since we’re putting together a crib when your wife wasn’t supposed to get pregnant until now, and the baby is due in less than two months, I’m guessing you do a lot more with yourself than piss.”
“You aren’t wrong.” Jeremy stood up and placed his hand on Angie’s stomach. “How’s my baby?”
“Me or the one in my stomach?” Angie raised her eyebrows.
“You, or my daughter, either one.” Jeremy leaned down and kissed her belly. “Hey, there little lady. You sure are kicking today.”
“Yes, she’s sitting on my bladder and kicking. I’ve about peed my underwear twice today.”
