“You know me.” He snorted. “I’m all about the pussy.”
“All. About. The pussy!” She shrieked with laughter, abandoned her tits, and slapped him on the chest. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Well, hopefully, you’ll be too full of my cock to do much of anything but take it.”
She stroked his rock-hard dick with slow, thorough caresses. “Confession,” she murmured.
He looked at her and waited. She kept stroking, and he barely kept it together.
“I like it when you take me.”
“I know.” He grunted. Taking a fistful of her hair, he yanked back until she was forced to look only at him. “And I like that you like being well and truly fucked for my pleasure.”
She made a cute moue with her lips. “You know how that sounds, right?”
Turning a ten-alarm leer on her, he replied, “It sounds like a wife who knows how to satisfy her husband’s desires.”
He picked her little body up, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. Clutching his shoulders, the little wanton ground her wet pussy against him as he walked them to the island countertop.
If it made him a pig that he enjoyed his wife’s small stature because it meant he had a serious physical advantage—then so be it.
He placed her bottom on the cold granite and pushed her thighs open wide. The scent of her arousal hit him like a thunderbolt. She leaned on her elbows and threw her head back. He saw her hair tumble onto the counter beneath her.
“Give me your hands,” he commanded.
She had to lay flat to comply. Her small shudder as her back reached the cold surface did little to cool her fire.
Placing her hands under each knee, he growled lustfully and told her to keep her legs open.
The dinger going off on the dryer hit his senses like a starting gun, and he moved in for the main event. Parting her with his hands, he enjoyed the luscious view—licking his lips with feral anticipation.
But first …
Drae leaned over her and went to town. They kissed like maniacs, and when she let go of her legs to clutch his ass, he pulled away and shook his head.
“No, no, babe. You’re pleasuring the husband this time. Remember?”
He saw the lusty gleam in her eyes. Telling her it was his pleasure on the menu guaranteed she’d explode when he was ready to let her come.
“Oh,” she simpered with the hint of a smile. “Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’ll just lay here. Please continue. But move it along, okay? I’m going to get bored if there isn’t some fucking. Soon.”
He laughed and gasped. He also gave her nipples a wicked pinch. “Just for that, you naughty wench, I should jerk off on your hungry pussy and leave it at that.”
She looked genuinely upset and flipped a switch. “Oh, no. Please don’t. I’ll be good. Promise.”
“How good?” he growled.
She relaxed against the counter, smiled, and pulled back on her knees. She was offering him everything.
What was a husband with a rock-hard dick supposed to do with such an offer? He started by running his tongue from her throat straight down her chest to her belly button. Bracing his hands on the counter, he held himself an inch or two off her and made a fast-food meal of her glorious tits.
He moved lower and bit her at the side of her waist. She had a barely noticeable bump where their second child waited for his or her entry into the world.
Drae had to take a couple of deep breaths to gain some control. He knew that it’d be over in a flash if he put his mouth on her sweet mound, so he went with option B.
With one finger, he teased her opening and gathered the gooey arousal he found, trailing it to her noticeably swollen clit. He grunted, feeling immense satisfaction that his woman was turned on and ready to accept his cock.
Victoria let out a strangled moan when he concentrated on teasing the juicy nub. The visual of what he was doing to her was so erotic and hot that he started to shake.
Stroking his hard length, he moved closer and rubbed the tip of his cock around her open pussy until he’d coated it with his wife’s desire. He slid his hands beneath her ass and pulled her to the edge.
“I’m going to fuck you now, wife.”
She nodded eagerly and wet her lips.
“But you do not have permission to come.”
“Draegyn,” she murmured.
“No, Victoria. Do not come. Understand?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. She knew what to do. Holding her sweet, fuckable ass in his big hands, he moved her around until she was in perfect position, hesitated for a fraction of a second while he made sure his path was open and ready, and then let loose.
Drawing his hips back, he thrust forward with a purposeful lunge that sent his cock thundering deep. She cried out and shook from head to toe.
“You okay, baby?”
She grunted wildly. “More.”
“My pleasure.” He chuckled. And then he pumped her like a madman—grunting, growling, and biting all the while. Her pussy flooded, but she didn’t come. He sensed her struggle and smiled his satisfaction when she simply relaxed and took the intense pounding.
He played with her tits and drawled, “That’s my good girl.” He delivered a series of punishing thrusts and then lewdly stated, “Pussy wants to fuck hard.”
Her response was a long, slow, throaty moan.
“Listen,” he told her. Her unfocused gaze cleared, and she looked at him.
Slowly stroking, he moved with intent and drew every sexy sound he could from their coupling.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Unf,” he grunted as a deep thrust made her pussy cream.
She let out a little gasp, closed her eyes, and bit her lip. His sexy as fuck wife needed to come. He smiled. Perfect.
With his hands gripping her waist, he held still and pumped her body on his cock. She was starting to lose it.
“Victoria,” he grunted. Her eyes flew open. “Do not come.”
She tried so hard. Even when he went deep and ground against her sweetness. Obedience like that deserved a reward.
He fucked her for as long as he could—until she was drenched in sweat and nearly delirious with unfulfilled need.
Kissing her with drugging intensity, he brought them both to the brink of sanity.
On a countertop.
In the laundry room.
Grunting, he pounded her over and over. His balls were on fire. He knew the end was near. As the climax took over his senses and his mind began to blank, he bit her neck and then growled into her ear, “Now, Victoria. You come now. Drench my cock, baby. Make it drip.”
They became grunting and growling mindless animals. He destroyed her willing pussy with a furious pounding while her incredible muscles squeezed the fucking crap out of his insatiable cock.
Not only did she come, but her body also unleashed a hot torrent of creamy fluid that drenched them with the sexy result of her intense orgasm. He followed immediately, his cock convulsing in her sweet heat. The forceful eruptions as he delivered his seed wracked his body with uncontrollable spasms.
It was no wonder they scored an A plus in the baby-making category. Her body craved his possession, and he was more than fine with satisfying her appetite.
When it was over, and the earthquakes had calmed down, she was completely out of it. He had yet another macho pig moment when he watched as he pulled out from her body. Evidence of their furious lovemaking dripped from her pussy.
It was a beautiful and very satisfying sight.
After quickly fixing his jeans so he didn’t end up on his face, he turned his attention to his wife. She was barely conscious. Instead of raiding the laundry baskets to find her some clothes, he lifted her warm, still trembling body in his arms and strode from the laundry room with his naked, freshly fucked wife cuddled against his chest.
Too wiped out to climb the stairs, he opted for a quick ride in their home elevator and then hurried to the bedroom. As so
on as he placed her on the bed, he remembered the baby monitor. Shit. So much for a quick recuperative nap.
He got her settled in their bed, kissed her forehead, and smiled down at the remarkable woman who was such an unlikely candidate for the love of his life. She’d put up with a lot, not the least of which was him going through a sped-up version of growing the fuck up.
Victoria was his whole world. He already knew what it felt like to almost lose their love. He’d die without her—plain and simple.
They were heading out with Danny for their first bona fide family vacation right after Calder’s wedding, and he couldn’t wait. Despite the shitty seasonal timing, he was taking his growing family to the Pacific Northwest to spend some time with Desi, her environmentalist husband, and their kids.
He detected the subtle sounds of his one-year-old son waking from a nap. Smiling down at his sleeping wife, Drae let peace and contentment wash over him.
Snotbag trust fund kid.
Warrior.
Badass security agent.
Brother and friend.
Husband and father.
He’d kill anyone and destroy anything that fucked with his family. End of story.
5
“You can’t be mad at us because alcohol and mayhem are on the agenda.”
Her husband’s smirky gotcha grin made Meghan go full disgruntled wife. Flipping her hair behind one shoulder, she pursed her lips and stared him down. This lively charade of arrogant alpha butting heads with his equally strong-willed mate was fun. They made much of the amusing pantomime.
With an arched brow, she asked, “Might that be because you’re not the ones making the babies?”
He shrugged and kept right on shoving random stuff into a beat-up rucksack. After he rolled a clean, folded t-shirt into a ball and pushed it into the bag, it took every ounce of self-restraint she possessed not to push him out of the way and take over. Instead, she smoothed a hand over her belly and grunted. “You promised.” Was she yanking his chain? Hell, yeah!
On an exasperated sigh, he flung something into the bag and turned around to face her.
“Babe, come on. It’s my uncle’s bachelor party. Ending the night skunk drunk is de rigueur, isn’t it?”
“Lucky for you, Mr. Marquez, I know what de rigueur means, but I don’t give a good goddamn about required bro-ettiquette.”
“Bro-tiquette. Honey!” he exclaimed. “You made up a word.”
When he slung an arm around her shoulders, she elbowed him in the side and shrugged him off. “You’re an asshat. You said we were in this together. If I can’t drink and party my considerable ass off, then neither should you.”
Seeing Alexander Marquez hang his head like a rowdy little boy agreeing to behave in front of guests was all kinds of adorable. His heavy sigh was the sound of a husband giving in to his pregnant wife, and she fought back a laugh.
He mumbled something and gave her some stink eye.
“What? Speak up, husband. I didn’t hear you.”
“I said,” he replied with starchy affront, “that I hate being the designated sober guy. Sucks.”
“If not you, then who? Alex, baby,” she said. “A group of adult males on their own playing drone tag or whatever the hell you’re doing plus a traveling bar guarding the rear is the first step to gathering bail money or checking in at the emergency room.”
“It’s drone hunting, and the mobile whiskey wagon was my dad’s idea.”
“Yes, well,” she started to say, but he interrupted.
“He’s taking the position of Calder’s best man quite seriously.”
“Which is another reason you must keep your wits. And while we’re talking, let me remind you again what Stephanie said about strippers and lap dances. You boys had better not be crossing that line.” She patted her tummy for emphasis.
Alex threw up his hands. “Oh, jeez. Talk about taking all the fun out of a stag party. No titties and now no whiskey?”
“Glenfiddich is for pussies anyway.”
His expression was priceless. She couldn’t help herself and went to him so she could wrap him in her arms. “God, I love your sorry nerd king butt.”
“Oh.” He sniffed. “So now it’s my butt that you like? I thought you said it was my dick?”
“Does it come naturally to make everything a sexual reference, or do you have to work at it?”
He grabbed a handful of her ass and enjoyed himself. “That was no reference, darlin’. In fact, it was almost a direct quote.”
“Is not.”
He laughed. “Let’s rewind to earlier this morning, shall we?”
Meghan pouted and made silent promises not to throw him to the floor and fuck his brains out while he fondled her bottom.
“I believe your exact words as you lowered onto my dick were, ‘I love your cock.’”
She snorted. “Whatever. I just said that so you’d hurry.”
When he threw his head back for a hearty laugh, the sight of his neck transfixed her. Before she thought through where the impulse would lead, she put her lips on his warm skin and went to town. With little effort, she went from a gentle brush of her lips to mauling the crap out of his neck and shoulder.
Alex’s warm skin was a temptation and an aphrodisiac. She could spend hours tasting him. Stroking him with her tongue, Meghan purred with pleasure and completely forgot whatever they were doing.
Her hands got busy too. In a reversal of roles, she was the one feeling him up with daring and audacious gropes that got them both breathing heavy.
His hand pressed between her shoulder blades. She got the unspoken message and shimmied against his hard, muscular body. When his hand moved, traveling slowly up her neck and into her hair, she shivered.
The handful of hair he took in a firm grip didn’t surprise her. But having her head yanked back did.
“No,” he growled a second before biting her shoulder.
Believing he couldn’t possibly be serious—Alex never denied her—she stroked his sturdy thigh, heading straight for the prize when he grabbed her wrist and yanked on her hair again.
“Meghan. Stop it.”
All of a sudden, she was seized by a case of the giggles. Alex Marquez begging off guaranteed naughtiness was the funniest thing ever. Her poor husband! Meghan really couldn’t blame him. Pregnancy and their natural predilection toward a ferocious sex drive made her a wind-up sex toy twenty-four seven. She never left him alone. They often made love, had sex, or fucked like porn stars several times a day.
He frowned at her, and she reeled it in. The care and feeding of a fully grown beast required deft handling. She was pretty sure her alpha husband never imagined in a million years that a time would come when too much sex would be a real thing.
Men. Such delicate creatures at times.
Then with a concealed snicker, she thought, Wrong to laugh but still funny.
“Is this where you tell me to behave?”
“Afraid so, my horny Irish goddess. The limo bus will be pulling up in fifteen minutes. I don’t think it’d go over very well if they had an unannounced rest stop while I serviced my wife.”
She gasped with comic outrage. “Service your wife? Did those words just come out of your mouth?”
He swatted her butt and made her jump with a yelp. Pretending to consult the ridiculous hardware masquerading as a watch strapped to his wrist, he made a face. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I make love to you an hour and a half ago?”
Smartass. Dumb argument. “You are corrected, sir.” She smirked. “Because what you did to your pregnant wife had nothing to do with making love.”
Alex laughed and grinned into her smiling face. “You loved it. M’lady enjoys a thorough pounding.”
Sputtering and unable to find words, she shoved at his chest and looked away in embarrassment.
“Uh-oh,” he quipped as his big hands stroked her bump. “Guys! I made Mommy mad. This is the ‘Daddy is a Hopeless Dumbass’ part of the progra
m.”
“Don’t tell them that! I don’t want our babies thinking Mommy is a bitch.”
Lowering to his knees, Alex lifted her shirt to expose her growing belly. She loved the way he interacted with the twins. For the most part, he had a running conversation going with them. A dialogue that melted her heart and filled her with love.
“Hi, guys.” He chuckled before dropping two kisses on her tummy. “Listen up, okay? Your mommy? She’s what we call a badass Boston ball-busting bitch. Now, you can’t use a couple of those words until you’re big, so let’s just discuss the one. Bitch.”
She speared her fingers into his messy hair and beamed at him while he spoke.
“Bitch gets a lot of use in Family Justice, but with Mommy, it’s a compliment. When she’s being a bitch, it just means she isn’t taking any shit.”
Meghan sighed and shook her head. My god, these kids didn’t stand a chance in hell of not being potty mouths.
“And if one or both of you happen to be a girl, let me tell you something. Your mom’s awesomeness and your two grandmothers being equally as kickass means you’re endowed with the DNA of some seriously fierce females. Rock on!”
Need an explanation for why she was the luckiest woman alive? He was on his knees, talking to her bump. Life was awesome.
“And if you’re boys, well”—he scoffed with a comical snicker—“jackpot! Your mom’s a champ.”
He dropped two more kisses, pulled her shirt down, caressed her belly, and sighed. Looking up into her eyes, he said, “I love you so damn much.”
Meghan smiled and brushed the hair back off his forehead. The man was a certified mess. But he was her mess, her beastly alpha mess, and she couldn’t possibly love him more.
“Yours,” she murmured.
His answering smile acknowledged the familiar ritual. “Mine,” he replied.
Then she grabbed a handful of his hair, like he’d grabbed hers, and gave a careful yank. “Mine.” Her growl was possessive.
“Only yours,” he answered with grave seriousness.
She would love this wonderful, complicated man until the last second of her time on this earth and then take that love into the infinity of the hereafter.
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