Inked Babies (Inked Brotherhood 6)

He chuckles, that deep, warm sound I love so much, and wraps his arms around me. “Just Zane. And I am yours.”

EPILOGUE

Three weeks later

ZANE

“Hey, man, you coming? They’re about to start.” That’s Ash, knocking on the bathroom stall, sounding stressed. “And you have the rings.”

Dakota stifles a giggle against my shoulder, and I suck in a sharp breath as she clenches around my dick. “Coming.”

Quite literally, or almost.

“You guys can’t wait to make more babies, huh? Trying to catch up to Audrey and me?” Fucker is still outside.

“Not if you keep talking while we fuck,” I growl, and he chuckles before his steps retreat. The door clicks shut behind him, and I shift Dakota’s legs around my hips, lifting her a little, then pulling her back down on my cock. “Oh yeah.”

She moans as I thrust up into her heat, her feet locked behind me, her legs tightening around my hips as she helplessly rocks with me. Her hands scrabble at the back of my neck, and I force myself not to think about that, focusing on the feel of her in my arms, on her sweet pussy around my dick, the sounds of pleasure she’s making.

My girl. Mine. My everything.

Fuck, my body is tightening, muscles clenching as the tension ratchets up and my dick jerks. I’m inside her, I’m with her, and it’s getting better every day. I groan against her neck, clinging to the perfect, agonizing moment when our bodies are molded together, connected, balancing on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Come for me,” I breathe in her ear, pushing her back against the stall wall as I lose control. “Oh fuck… Come with me.”

And she does, moaning before she muffles it against my skin, her hips rolling and her pussy milking my jerking dick.

“Are we making more babies?” she whispers in my ear as we pant, our bodies still rocking together.

“We sure are giving it lots of practice.” I’m grinning, can’t help it. “And I’m sure Lee would like a little sister.”

“Sister, huh? Not a brother?”

“Or a brother,” I concede. “Or both.”

She laughs, the sound like small bells. God, love that sound. Love how she feels pressed to my body. “You have wicked plans of world domination, I see.”

“You bet.”

“Maybe we should clean up and go now. You do have the rings, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Rafe and Megan’s?”

“Actually… I have all the rings. I’m the fucking ring bearer.”

“Why?”

“You know how Erin loves fantasy books? She and Tyler decided I should. Like in the Lord of the Rings. Said I was the leader of the fellowship.”

She snickers. “Sounds like something those two would think up.” She rubs her lips on my shoulder. “Now will you let me down?”

“I don’t wanna pull out,” I admit. “You feel too good.”

“Weddings,” she reminds me, panting a little when I thrust into her again. “Rings.”

And we are at the wedding venue, hogging one of the two stalls in the men’s bathrooms.