Inked Babies (Inked Brotherhood 6)

I lift a hand and play with a nipple, hard and straining between my fingers.

She lifts her hips. “Yes. Like this.”

Hell. “Auds…” I grind out her name again and again as I let go and bend over her, fucking her hard, fast, deep. “Auds…”

Her eyes are wide, her mouth falling open as she comes apart, her wild red curls fanning around her face and white shoulders as shudders wrack her body.

The sight, the knowledge I’ve made her come so hard, pushes me over the edge in a split second, and I groan as the pleasure hits, jerking my cock and unloading my cum in her pussy. The urge to fill her up is so strong, I press into her even as my seed spills out of her, trickling down her creamy thighs.

So soft. She’s so soft under me, around me, her warm breath feathering over my neck as I struggle to keep my weight off her.

I manage to push myself up on my hands, looking down at her, our bodies still connected. She smiles at me, sated and sleepy, and I lean in for another kiss.

That’s when something alerts me to another presence in the room, and I have a fraction of a second to tense before a small hand touches my naked thigh.

“Dada?” a tiny, familiar voice says from beside the bed, startling a curse out of me, and I turn my head to find our son standing precariously, clutching at the edge of the mattress, giving me a gap-toothed smile.

Audrey starts laughing, and I gasp because my dick’s still trapped inside her, and every shake of her body jolts me.

Which makes her laugh harder, and I pull out of her so fast I almost fall back on my ass on the bed.

“Dada,” Scott says again, reaching for me, clearly delighted to find us both awake so early.

“Come to Mama, cutie,” Audrey says, lifting him on the bed, giving him that sweet smile I love. She cuddles him to her side as she covers herself up with the sheet. “Aren’t you Dada’s little clone?”

“Da,” Scott agrees.

“The whole family’s on the bed now.”

I blink at her words.

Holy crap. The whole family. All four of us. And I can’t stop grinning at the thought even as tiny sparks of panic still fire inside my chest. Because, God…

I’ve never been happier in my life.

***

I’m still reeling from the news of Audrey’s pregnancy as I shower at the gym after a good work-out, then sit on the bench to pull on my clothes, thinking.

About the future. About my family and how to best provide for them.

I mean… Jesus, two kids, and I still haven’t chosen a major. I have my scholarship, and I’ve taken a part-time job with children at a local school. The scholarship pays for the college tuition and some extras, but the rest has to come from me.

No money left by my parents. The house was sold to pay back the debts good old Dad had accumulated with his drinking and gambling habits. He didn’t leave me and Tyler a single cent.

Which I was sort of glad for, until now. Didn’t want anything from the bastard who hurt Ty so much, who almost killed me. I’m glad he’s not around my children, even though I find myself thinking of him sometimes. Remembering older times, when he’d been kind, and playful, and a good dad.

Before Mom died. Before he started drinking and hitting his own flesh and blood.

I shudder as I pull on my shoes and tie the laces. Yeah, well. Maybe I was glad he left me nothing to remember him by apart from the scars on my back—but my family needs money, and I need to find it. I already promised Audrey and the Brotherhood I’ll never go back to illegal fighting, so that one’s out.

Can’t say I’ve missed the blood and pain and danger of the Mafia world. It was such a relief to walk away from that.

I know I should talk to Tyler, but he’s already been helping me out with money from his graphic design business, ever since he moved back to Madison. Money I’d been hoping to give back some day. I mean, hell, he has kids of his own, and it’s not like he’s making millions.

So… I’ll talk to Dylan first, I decide. He’s pretty much in the same spot as me. He may not have kids yet but he has his little brothers, and he’s on a fellowship like mine. Maybe he can get me a better job than the one I have—maybe at the gym where he’s currently working after hours.

And to Rafe. Rafe has a good business mind. He may have ideas. About a job, about a bigger place to stay with enough room for the kids, although the first person I’d talk to would always be… Zane.