Silver Saints MC Volume 2

“You can’t say stuff like that and expect me not to cry, Dax.” She gave me a watery smile, and I narrowed my eyes, unsure whether I believed her.

“You’re not in pain?”

She giggled and reached for Grady, cuddling him close when I placed him in her arms. “I’ve got you and this handsome little man. I’m amazing.”

I scooted her over just a little and curled my arm around her as I sat on the bed. “Can’t argue with that, baby.”

Grady stirred, and his mouth started working, letting us know he was hungry. Arya lowered her hospital gown, and our son latched onto her nipple, greedily sucking. Same as his daddy liked to do, I thought with a grin.

After he finished, he fell asleep. We remained snuggled up together for a while until there was a soft knock on the door to the hospital room.

“Yeah?” I called while still keeping my voice down so I wouldn’t disturb my boy.

Nova’s head popped in. “Can I come in?”

Arya nodded, her face beaming as she gestured for him to come closer.

Her brother hurried over, and when Arya placed Grady in his arms, he swallowed hard. “You did good, kid,” he murmured. Then he gave her a crooked smile. “He’s gonna be a stud, despite having that ugly motherfucker as a dad.”

“You’re going to have to watch your mouth, Nova,” she scolded. “You should start practicing now anyway because I doubt your old lady will be thrilled with you if your kid’s first words are curses.”

Arya side-eyed me during her little speech, and I knew she was thinking about when I’d shouted at the doctor and demanded the motherfucker make my woman stop hurting. Or when I yelled at the male nurse, calling him a bastard and demanding he send us a female. Or when...I shrugged. “I’m working on it,” I replied gruffly, making her laugh.

The door opened suddenly, and several brothers and their women poured into the room. We fielded visitors for an hour, but when I noticed Arya looking tired, I kicked everyone out and demanded that she rest.

“So bossy,” she muttered before a big yawn escaped.

“Damn straight.”

* * *

“Dax, you have to stop—oooooh.” Arya’s plea turned into a moan and her back arched as her legs tightened around me while I pounded into her pussy like a man possessed.

I was on a fucking mission—no pun intended—and nothing would deter me from making it happen.

“You really want me to stop, baby?” I grunted as I changed my angle of entry and sank even deeper inside her, dragging my cock along her G-spot.

“No!” she cried as she bucked her hips to meet my every thrust. “Don’t stop! Oh! Oh, yes!”

I bent my head low to whisper in her ear. “Remember the last time we were here, Arya? I wasn’t leaving until you were knocked up.”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Dax!”

I knew she’d been about to ask me to put on a condom, but I was sick as fuck of having something between us. Arya had wanted to wait until Grady was a year old to try again. I lasted six months. My wife was always gorgeous and sexy, but seeing her with a round stomach set off something primal in me. It was hot as hell to fuck her from behind while holding her swollen belly in my hands.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, distracted for a moment when her walls clamped around my cock. “Yeah, just like that.”

Then I bit her earlobe before finishing what I’d been about to say. “Well, I’m not leaving this pussy until I’m sure you’re growing another one of our babies in your womb.”

Arya’s dark eyes swirled with desire, and at the mention of getting her pregnant, they lit up with sparks.

I grinned as I slid my hands beneath her to palm her pretty little ass. “You like that idea, baby? Want me to fuck another baby in you?” Using my grip on her butt cheeks, I yanked her hips up, and I drove in again. Then I repeated the motion until she was screaming, and I was nearly mindless with need and hunger.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yes, what?” I grated out.

“I…oh, Dax. Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes and bit her lip, then squeezed her pussy, almost distracting me.

“Arya.” Her eyes opened, and she looked at me with a dazed expression. “You want to come, baby?”

She nodded frantically, and I gave her a hard, tongue-thrusting kiss before asking again, “You want my baby?”

“Yes, Dax. Fill me with your come,” she begged.

I growled in approval and gave her another ravaging kiss. Then I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass. Raising my arms, I gripped the spindles of the headboard and used it to thrust harder, faster, and deeper, slamming the bed into the wall.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I groaned. “Milk my cock.” Her tits were bouncing in my face, and I wrapped my lips around one nipple and sucked. I tasted her milk, and it broke the last of my control.