“Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Squeeze that dripping pussy, coat my cock in your juices. I’m gonna lick you clean later.” The thought made my mouth water and made the sensation of her slick channel even more heady. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, baby, that’s it. Fuck, yes!”
My hands glided down to cup her belly, still slightly rounded from having our daughter. Yeah, I’d only waited a month after the doctor gave the all clear before I was sinking bare into Erin every chance I got.
Knowing she was carrying my baby again ratcheted up my hunger, and I lost the patience to let her be in charge any longer. In one swift move, I flipped us over and began slamming into her tight hole. I locked her ankles around my neck and reached around to twist and pluck her nipples. Erin cried out with every punch of my hips as I powered in and out of her, slamming the headboard into the wall.
I traced my fingers over the skin of her torso connecting the dots of her beautiful freckles before returning my attention to the hard tips of her tits.
I could tell she was close, but I wasn’t ready. “Hold it, Cherry,” I growled.
“I can’t!”
I pinched her nipples hard and yanked my cock out to slap it against her pussy. “Hold it!” Then I drove back in, picking up my hard, frenzied pace. Erin shouted, but she didn’t come. “Good girl,” I praised, my voice raspy from the effort I was exerting.
Finally, I couldn’t ignore the tingling at the base of my spine, and I knew Erin was where I wanted her to be. “Come, baby.”
Erin’s back arched, and she screamed my name as her climax hit. Her pussy erupted with her juices, coating my cock so I slid in and out with ease despite her walls clamped around me, pulsing with her orgasm. I thrust in twice more before burying myself as deep as possible and exploding inside her. “Fuck, Cherry!”
The next morning, Erin was passed out, naked in bed, when someone knocked on the door to my room. We’d moved into a house less than ten minutes away, but there were still times when we stayed at the clubhouse if Caty wasn’t home. I was pretty sure that it turned Erin on to think that my brothers and their women might hear us. Though she’d never admit to it. I was fine with letting her think that because she screamed all the louder, but the truth was, the rooms were soundproof. If anyone heard my woman coming, I’d have to kill them.
I was tempted to ignore the visitor, but no one would interrupt us unless it was important. Reluctantly, I slid out from beneath my wife and grabbed my jeans, putting them on just before I cracked open the door. “Yeah?”
Rider stood on the other side, his arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown on his face. “Mac needs you for an emergency ride.”
“Emergency?” That was extremely unusual.
“Breaker got himself in a tight spot.” He shook his head and strode away mumbling, “Is there not one other brother around here who won’t fall all fucking over themselves for a woman?”
This ought to be interesting.
Epilogue
Erin
I knew to be scared when the house was too quiet. Unless it was nap time, the silence was a sure sign that the kids were up to no good. They were Irish triplets, born less than a year apart from each other.
Normally, I was on top of my three troublemakers without a problem, but as my pregnancy progressed, I was finding it much harder to keep up with them. When we’d found out I was pregnant again about seven months ago, Patrick had cut back on his hours at Ink Addiction, which had been a huge help. But I was on my own for a few hours today while he worked on a big back design for a regular client.
After setting three plates of macaroni and cheese with a side of peas on the kitchen table, I waddled out of the kitchen in search of the kids. It wasn’t hard to find them, I followed the sound of soft giggles to the bathroom of their playroom. The last time they’d gotten into mischief in there—less than a week ago—they’d used blue, pink, and purple bubble bath to paint all over the walls. We didn’t even keep the stuff in that bathroom. They’d somehow dragged all of the bath stuff from the one between the jack and jill bedrooms upstairs.
They definitely got their stealth from their daddy because I didn’t have a sneaky bone in my body. And I definitely couldn’t be quiet while I was walking when I felt as though I was about ready to pop any day now. By the time I made it to the doorway, three little faces were already turned my way. Caty, Casey, and Cory were the perfect blend of Patrick and me. Our daughter had my red hair and his blue eyes, while the boys had my green eyes with his blond hair. Caty was the only one with my freckles, and her brothers didn’t have a single mark on them. Until now.