“Hurry,” I urge as he dries me and rubs lotion all over me. “I need you. Now.” Dragging him to the bed, I push him back and straddle him, using his raised knees for support as I sink onto his cock. “Fuck, Connor. You feel so good inside me. So good,” I chant.
He stares at me through lowered lids, hips thrusting shallowly upward to meet me. “Easy, kitten,” he warns. “Can’t go too hard.”
Adjusting my speed, I go achingly slow, clenching all the way down. “Hard? You’re the one who’s hard. And I’m not made of china. Fuck me harder, Connor. Keep that thick fucking cock inside me.” Oh, God...why am I talking like this? I never do, but I can’t stop myself. “Fuck me, Daddy, and come inside me.”
He growls when he hears the name—his weakness—but doesn’t change the depth of his movements. Grabbing for his hand, I press it to my belly as I slowly lift up and watch his face. “If you don’t give it to me and give it to me good”—I slide back down—“I’m going to go on birth control.”
That breaks him.
A muffled yelp escapes me as Connor jackknifes up and grabs my cheeks with one hand. “Look at me,” he commands darkly against my lips. “No birth control. Ever. You’re going to give me all the babies I want, aren’t you?”
My grin is smushed between his fingers. Good God, fucking yes, even though I may regret this later. “All of them,” I vow on a small push of air.
“Good fucking girl.” He strokes my cheek. “Now roll over.” At odds with his earlier bite of roughness, he’s gentle as he helps me position myself on my hands and knees.
Head tucked down and ass in the air, I squirm in place as I wait for him to fill me again.Smack!Sweet, tingling heat radiates from my right ass cheek. “Fuck, Connor!” That wasn’t what I was expecting, but it fans the flames of desire within me.
“Naughty kitten.” A hand as heavy as his voice connects with my backside again. “Don’t you know that you’re mine now? You’ll always be mine. And when Ana and Eli are here”—another smack—“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum again. Soak that pussy with it.” Heat from his chest covers my back as he folds over and fucks me. “Make another baby. Maybe even twins again. Keep you pregnant and all fucking mine.”
My husband surrounds me with his body even as he’s inside me, imprisoning my hands under his and muttering things in my ear that I halfway hear. Things about me being his woman and something about being a Shay.
The silky-soft sheets tease my nipples, the feather pillow absorbing my cries of pleasure. Then his hand moves underneath me, circling my clit while his teeth clamp down hard onto my shoulder.
An orgasm rips through me in broken gasps, and I cry out his name. Connor’s movements falter, thrusts turning sporadic instead of even, then his deep groan reverberates through my chest as he fills me with his warmth.
Lesson learned, I think to myself as my recovering lungs scream for more oxygen.
Never threaten the man with going on birth control.
Surprisingly,we’relatetothe barbecue by only thirty minutes, but no one gives us a hard time. Connor helps me awkwardly waddle to a folding chair, then crouches to talk to the babies with both hands on my protruding stomach.
“Ana, Eli...you better be good for Momma and keep the acrobatics down, you hear?” A huge grin covers his face when he feels their answering kicks. “Daddy loves you.”
Then with a kiss across my dress for each of them, Connor stands to give me a kiss. “And I love you, too, little mama. I’ll make you a plate when the food’s ready. You want something to drink while we wait?”
“I’m good, but thank you.” I meet him halfway for another kiss before he crosses the huge yard to join his dad and brother at the grill.
It’s a gorgeous day for a family get-together. The skies are blue, the birds are chirping, and the kids are having a blast. Leila’s little legs dart between the grownups, her cackling laughter trailing behind her as Malachi and Maddox chase her.
“Safe me, ’Saya!” she screams out to her older brother Isaiah, who doesn’t seem to be himself today. It’s normal for him to have his head buried in a book, but he looks morose, straddling a low tree branch and leaning back against the trunk. And he hasn’t even stared at my belly yet.
At five years old, Malachi and Maddox are absolutely adorable. Identical twins, unlike my own. Absently, my hand falls to my belly, subconsciously trying to calm the active kicks and jabs that keep stabbing my sides. And, not that I’m complaining, my shoulder’s throbbing just the slightest bit from Connor’s teeth.
Again—not complaining. I love that he marked me and that I can still feel it. I lift a hand to my face to shield my eyes from the sun, then a shadow falls over me. My sister-in-law. “Hey, Mercy. Everything okay with Isaiah?”
“That kid.” She smothers a laugh. “He’s just a little embarrassed because I caught him reading one of my romance novels.”
Oh, no. The poor kid. I’m mortified on his behalf. “Like a young adult one, or...?”
“Full-on spice with nudity and detailed thrusting,” Mercy confirms. “I didn’t make a big deal out of it, but what teen boy wants to know his mother reads things like that? He’s sixteen now, but still.”
I grin inside. This is what I have to look forward to, apparently. I suppose I’d better keep all my books hidden. All thirty-five of them, and counting. When a man insists that you buy more books, what woman in her right mind would argue with him?
Leila gives another scream, catching our attention as she runs by. “I don’t know how she keeps up her energy levels,” Mercy says on a sigh as she drags a chair beside me, “but it’s much better since we got Fenley and her brothers. Leila and the boys took to each other like ducks to water, and they all wear each other out by the end of the day.”
Fenley would be the ten-year-old artist with the cutest smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She’s currently sitting on a blanket on the ground, sketchpad in hand as she somehow gets Toto to stay still for his portrait.
“Your little family is beautiful.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat to look at my sister-in-law. Turns out Mercy wasn’t pregnant like I thought she might have been at the bonfire. “You and Am—” My breath catches as a particularly sharp kick jars me, and my hand automatically rubs the spot where an elbow or foot got me, soothing my little ones.
