“Axel is down and Clara is almost asleep,” Jarrod offers.
I know exactly what he wants. I turn to him and arch a brow. He growls, making me giggle, and I stand before quickly walking into the bedroom.
I strip down completely naked and wait, on my knees, in the middle of the bed for my husband, my lover, my man.
“Show me what I want to see,” he growls after locking the door behind him. When you have toddlers, door locks become a major part of your life.
I slide my knees apart, showing just enough, but not everything. I watch with my own hunger as he strips his clothes off of his big body. I whimper when he’s completely naked and waiting, hard and ready.
I watch, my mouth watering, as Jarrod slowly strokes his cock.
“What do you want?” he asks as he continues to stroke his long, thick, cock, his brow arched with his question, as if he doesn’t know what I want.
“My cock,” I whimper.
I’m frustrated.
That weekend away spoiled me. We fucked like we did when we were first together and it was fantastic.
“Lay down,” he says. I quickly comply.
Fuck, but I need this man between my legs, and fast.
I cry out when I get what I wish and Jarrod slams inside of me. His hands wrap around my waist as he fucks me roughly. Even after all of these years, it is still an adjustment every time he slams his cock inside of me. He stretches and fills me like no other man could ever do.
“Am I your man?” he asks.
The familiar question makes me moan. He will always be my man and I will always be his woman.
“Yes,” I hiss as his thumb presses against my clit. I can feel my thighs quake as he continues to slam in and out of me.
“Whose pussy is this, Amalie?” he grunts.
I watch sweat drip down his chest. I am climbing higher and higher, about to explode, when he suddenly stops—his cock deep inside of me and his body looming over mine.
“Yours,” I cry out in frustration.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” he grinds out before he starts to literally fuck the breath out of me.
My breasts are bouncing with each thrust of his hips, each surge of his cock inside of me. His fingers pinch my clit and I come, my back arching off of the bed and my scream filling the room.
“Fuck, yes,” Jarrod growls as he stills above me and fills my body with his release.
“I love you, smuk,” he murmurs after he collapses over me, his face nuzzling my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist and gently run my fingers up and down his back.
“I love you too,” I whisper, enjoying his heavy body surrounding mine.
“We got that thing tomorrow night for Paul and David?” he asks, slowly sliding out of me. Immediately, I miss his cock and I wish we had time for round two. “Later,” he grunts with a knowing look and a smile. I roll my eyes before answering his first question.
“Yes, the adoption shower is tomorrow night,” I say with a smile, grabbing my panties from the floor and sliding them up my legs.
Jarrod wraps his hand around my belly and gently strokes the soft skin there. I wish it were firmer, but two babies have been housed there. Unless I undergo plastic surgery, I have a feeling it will forever be soft.
“You ever think about having another one?” he asks. I turn to face him.
“Clara isn’t even potty trained yet, Jarrod,” I point out. He shrugs as his response.
“Love our white haired babies, Amalie. I want a whole house full. And I love how you look pregnant with my baby,” he confesses. I smirk. This man is my undoing.
“You love how horny I am when I am pregnant,” I say. He shrugs once more before turning me around and grabbing a handful of my ass.
“I love you no matter what you look like, pregnant, not pregnant. I don’t give a fuck. I want you to be happy, baby, and nothing can replace the look of pure bliss on your face when you’re pregnant. I’ve witnessed it twice and I know you’re happiest carrying my baby safely into this world,” he says, blowing me away. I blink away the tears from his sweet words.
“You’re a caveman. You just want me pregnant so that everybody knows I’m yours,” I say, trying to get away from all of his sweet talk.
“Fuck yeah, I’m a caveman. My ring on your finger proves you’re mine, I don’t need you fat with my baby to do that. Love putting my babies inside of you, smuk. Think about it. I’m ready when you are,” he grins and winks before turning to leave me alone in our room— effectively speechless.
That man is infuriatingly wonderful.
I smile as I get dressed. Now he has me thinking about more children. I don’t know why I just assumed we would be finished after having both a boy and a girl, but now that the thought is planted in my brain, I am excited. I am sure I want more children. More love in this house will never be a burden. I have love to share with as many children as we are blessed with.
I walk over to my nightstand and pull out my birth control pills. I turn the little disk over a few times in my hands before I open them and look at the contents. My Jarrod wants another baby; he wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn’t ready for more. I sigh and run over to the toilet before I change my mind. I empty the packet of pills and flush them down before I throw the container away.
Paul and David smile widely as they open the door for us. Today is a party for them and the new child they are adopting. Never would I have thought that Paul and David would want their own family. They didn’t seem like they wanted to settle down that way, always the lives of the party, and always ready to party.
I guess there is a time in all of our lives when we realize what we want in life. Sometimes we are forced into by happenstance making a life for us that we didn’t even know we wanted to begin with. My life with Los wasn’t planned, we were two young kids in love and we just flew by the seat of our pants. It was the best decision I ever made in my life, to marry him when I was just eighteen years old.
“I come bearing gifts,” I announce as I walk through the door. Paul takes them from me, happily.
David walks over and wraps me in a hug before hugging Rocio and Junior, then shaking Carlos’ hand. We go into their living room and are greeted by the smiling faces of our friends—our family. We don’t have much information on this adoption, just that it’s for a baby boy. I am curious to know exactly how it all came about.
After all of the greetings and the split of male versus females, I get down to asking questions. I turn to Paul, who is staring at the gifts with obvious anticipation.
“Where are you guys getting this baby from? I mean, I get an invite to this party with no details, I’m kind of offended,” I announce.
Paul looks up in surprise before he bursts into laughter.
“You mean like your announcement to everybody that you’re knocked up, times two? You didn’t inform me!” He arches a brow and I cringe, knowing he’s right.
“Truce?” I ask with a smile.
“Of course, you crazy bitch. It’s not as crazy a story as you think. Well, hell, maybe it is.” He takes a deep breath and then starts from the beginning. “David got a call from his mom a few months ago. Apparently one of his cousins—the boy has so many I have no clue whose daughter she is—anyway, she’s sixteen and pregnant. It was her decision to give the baby up, but she didn’t want to just hand it to strangers, so his mom called us. We have been talking about possibly looking into adoption for a while. When she offered us this opportunity, we took it.
“They live in Idaho, so we flew over there and met with her and the father a few times. We didn’t want to say anything until it was closer to the due date, in case she changed her mind. We tried not to get our hopes up too much, but she’s due next week and she’s still adamant about giving the little boy up.”
“That is beautiful,” Maggie blubbers as tears stream down her cheeks. The woman cries at the drop of a hat, I swear.
“I’m so excited for you guys,” I say, taking Paul’s hand and giving it a sq
ueeze.
“I’m excited for you guys, too. I swear, babies are everywhere.” He grins and I nod in agreement.
Babies are everywhere and I love it. I love how close we all have gotten the past few years. I adore how much love there is in our circle of friends, and I know that we will only continue to grow as a family with each passing year.
Libby wraps her hand around my forearm and gives me a squeeze. She and Pete stayed in town until this party but they are leaving in the morning. I look over at my best friend. She’s absolutely glowing with the love she has in her life now. It’s so gorgeous.
“Things are good with you two?” she asks, keeping her voice low so that nobody else can hear us.
“Things are fantastic. We put an offer in that townhouse today, Los wants to get a bigger car, and we are better than ever. I swear I feel like we’re teenagers again. He’s been so sweet. He’s the sixteen year old Los I feel in love with,” I admit.
I can’t keep the ridiculous smile off of my face and I don’t want to.
I’m happy.
I am so fucking happy.
Libby smiles and wraps me in a hug. I love this woman.
“I am so happy for you, Vic. Seriously, you guys had us worried there for a minute.” I laugh and pull away from her, narrowing my eyes.
“Oh, like you didn’t scare the shit out of me a few years ago,” I say before I smile. She shakes her head all too knowingly.
This woman and Pete snowballed us for years and then shit went down and we all thought they were over. Love has a funny way of turning people around. Just when you think something is unbeatable or unforgivable, love comes in and knocks you on your ass.
It makes you wake the hell up; it makes you realize what is truly important; it changes you. It makes you want to be a better person—be better for that person you love. Libby and Pete are the prime example of that, of changing for the person you love and being knocked on your ass when you think you’re going to lose that person.
The rest of the evening we celebrate the new life that is coming into this makeshift family of ours. A new little boy, name-to-be-determined. A new nephew for us, and child to love for Paul and David. This child will be loved, wholeheartedly.
On our way home, I peak at my rearview mirror and look at my children. Happy, healthy, sleeping children. We have a perfect life. How I thought bringing more babies into this life would be a burden, I do not know. Sure, they’re going to stress us out, but they are also going to bring more love, more happiness, and more joy into our lives than we can ever imagine.
That is worth celebrating.
That is worth smiling about.
That is what this life is all about.
As we park, I look over at Victoria and I smile.
“What are you so happy about?” she asks as she unbuckles her seatbelt.
“Just thinking about fucking you later,” I lie with a grin.
She rolls her eyes and goes to the backseat to take out Junior while I grab Rocio. I don’t know how we will get four children out of the car at the same time, but we will.
Once we are upstairs and we have the kids changed and tucked into their beds, I grab Victoria’s hand and pull her into our bedroom. I wasn’t joking when I said I was going to fuck my wife. I am going to fuck her and I’m going to make her scream my name.
“Los,” she gasps when I yank her skintight jeans off of her legs. I fucking hate these damn jeans. They show off way too much of her delicious fat ass.
“I’m gonna fuck you, hermosa. It’s going to be fast and it’s going to be rough,” I announce.
I shiver when her eyes go wide and her mouth opens in a pretty little O. Love that look on my Chile Pepper.
“Okay,” she breathes.
I spin her around in my arms and grab a handful of her hair, gently guiding her chest to the mattress. I love fucking her when she’s bent over the bed, standing, her ass is in the air. I reach over and grab the small butt plug I know she loves. It has a ring on the end so I can fuck her ass and her pussy at the exact same time.
Gets her off Every. Single. Time, like a goddamned rocket.
I guide my cock into her tight wet pussy with one hard thrust. She whimpers beneath me, making me growl. I want to pound into her so hard, she’ll see stars, but I have to hold back. Not only is she pregnant, she’s not ready for that rough right now.
I take the plug and the lube I had grabbed and prepare her pretty ass. Once the cool liquid drizzles all over her tight bud, she knows what’s coming and she moans, pushing back on my dick, waiting for me to fill her.
“Stay still,” I order. Her body freezes but I can hear her panting breaths.
I gently slide the plug into her tight ass and grin when I watch goosebumps break out all over her skin. I slowly fuck her ass with the toy, hooking the ring on the end with my finger. I don’t move my hips at all. My cock is still hard as a rock and buried inside of her warm pussy, but right now I’m trying to stay focused on that ass of hers.
“Carlos,” she groans as her legs quiver. She’s getting tired, frustrated, and she’s so fucking wet, it’s all I can do to keep still.
“You ready, morenita? You ready for my cock to make you scream?” I ask, closing my eyes and trying to control my own fucking breathing.
“Yes,” she cries out.
I slide one of my hands from her hip and wrap it in her hair, my other hand stays wrapped around her hip. I pull my cock almost completely out of her pussy and then I slam it back inside, hard and fast.
“Fuck,” she cries out, arching her back and pushing her hips into mine.
I can’t control myself, even if I wanted to. It’s all too good, too wet, too tight, and too fucking perfect.
I hold onto my wife’s long hair, I dig my fingers into her slender hip, and I use my hips to slam in and out of her body with as much force as I can without hurting her. I can tell she’s close; she was close just from the ass play, but now she’s whimpering she’s so damn close.
I tell her to play with her clit, I need her to come and fast, but I don’t want to move from where I am. I love where I am, pumping into her body, watching her plugged ass in front of me and pulling her head back with each thrust of my hips.
“I need more,” she mutters.
I know what she needs. She loves it as much as I do. I let her hip go and I push her even more onto the bed with the force of my hips. I reach between her cheeks and hook my finger around the plugs ring. I fuck her ass and her pussy at the same time. She screams seconds later, her fingers working her clit so hard I wonder if she’s hurting herself down there.
I don’t stop, though.
I can’t.
I won’t.
I fuck her until I empty my come deep inside of her body.
When I’m spent, I don’t lay myself against her back like I want to. Instead, I pull out of her pussy and take the toy out of her ass. I crawl onto the middle of the bed and pull her body against mine. She’s panting, her body searching for air, and I chuckle.
“You okay?” I ask a few moments later. She nods.
“Carlos, you are a fucking wild man,” she murmurs as she places a kiss on my chest.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” I grunt.
“Te amo,” she whispers as her eyes flutter closed – I love you.
Fuck, and I love her too, more than she will ever know.
“Te amo, hermosa.”
MOVING DAY.
Hell.
Our new townhouse closed in a fifteen day escrow. Crazy fast. I was not prepared and Carlos shrugged it off like it was no big deal. We would hire movers and all would be peachy fucking cream. He didn’t do the math.
Fifteen days has come and gone and Carlos is in Florida at spring training while I supervise a house full of brawny moving men. The view is spectacular. The stress, not so much.
My mother-in-law screamed at Carlos for over an hour about putting too much stress on the babies, since he was going to be gone. She thinks I shouldn
’t be doing anything while I’m pregnant and, for once, I kind of agree.
This is my last pregnancy. I want to lie around while Los feeds me grapes and chocolate ice cream. I do not want to supervise a move by myself and then unpack while he’s gone.
Luckily, my in-laws took the kids for the entire week and my girls and the moving company are going to help me unpack. Normally, I wouldn’t let a damn person touch my shit, but I’m pregnant with freaking twins and I’m too exhausted to care if some hunky guy puts my coffee mugs in the wrong cabinet.
“Are you going to survive this?” Libby asks as she tucks her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
It’s still a shock sometimes for me to even see her in jeans. I love it.
“You mean the sausage fest happening in my living room? Yeah, I think I’ll cope.” I smile, giving her a sideways glance.
“They’re fucking hot, right?” Amalie asks, sliding up on my other side.
“They’re children, ladies,” Maggie says feigning shock at our conversation.
She’s right, the movers are probably all of twenty-one, but they are built like brick shit houses.
“Built as hell children,” Libby says. Maggie groans, rolling her eyes. “What, I can’t have masturbation material? Only men get spank banks? That’s sexist bullshit,” she pipes up, too loudly.
One of the guys turns around and gives her a once over and a knowing smile.
“Pete’s gonna spank your ass,” I point out, rubbing my swollen belly.
Swear to Jesus I’m going to be gigantic by the time these babies make their way into the world.
“Probably.” She shrugs and smiles at the mover before turning to me with narrowed eyes. “You know Carlos is a douchebag, right? Who leaves his wife to move during spring training? I mean, are you fucking kidding me?”
I nod in agreement. It was douchey, but we needed to move. I want to have everything moved in as soon as possible so that I can prep the babies’ room. I want to be extra ready. The likelihood of me making it to my delivery date is microscopic.
“It’s either now or at the beginning of the season and you know what that’s like. I have help, he didn’t leave me completely alone.” I shrug and Libby looks at me in surprise.
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