Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

I decided to leave the cuffs on the bed. We had the room for a whole week after our guests departed. I was pretty sure we would use them again.

Only from now on, it would be me in charge.

Epilogue

Five Days Later

Kelly

I rolled and stretched after my afternoon nap. I was taking them daily now. I seemed to need more sleep than ever. Cain was wearing me out with all the vigorous sex we were having, not to mention the morning swims and walks on the beach. It was idyllic and very, very dirty.

I was one thousand percent loving being married.

Cain was endlessly inventive when it came to lovemaking. We’d had sex all over our suite, including on top of the mini-fridge. We had even fooled around in the water late at night once after he’d dared me to skinny dip. We’d barely made it back to the hotel room before tearing each other’s wet towel off and going at it like rabbits.

I giggled. Cain did not look like a rabbit. Nor did he fuck like one.

He was hard and rough and tender, all at once. But he was definitely not quick.

My stomach turned over suddenly.

I sat up and clasped my hand over my mouth. I ran for the bathroom. I threw the toilet open and hurled, barely making it. A few minutes later, I sat back on my heels and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth.

That was weird. I felt fine. I’d been so sick one minute and the next, nada. The nausea was completely gone. I got up and rinsed off my face and brushed my teeth. When I came out of the bathroom, Cain was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me.

He looked worried.

“I’m fine. I must have eaten something bad.”

“I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart.”

I looked at him, tilting my head to the side.

“What are you talking about?”

He stood up and pulled me against his chest. Then he kissed my forehead. I laughed and told him he could kiss me since I’d brushed my teeth. He kissed my lips and told me that wasn’t what was worrying him.

“Then what?”

He pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to me. I picked it up and turned it over.

Then I stared at Cain in shock.

My husband had just handed me a pregnancy test.

Cain

“I’ll be right out here. Unless you want me to stay?”

She shook her head.

“Cain, I’m fine. I can pee on a stick by myself, you know!”

I nodded. I had kind of wanted to watch her pee. But Kelly was still shy around me about a lot of things. For now.

“I know.”

I pulled the bathroom door shut and waited. I paced back and forth. It was early for her to be showing signs. I’d been hoping she’d catch pregnant since the first time we did it without a condom. In fact, if she was pregnant, that was probably when it happened.

I smiled suddenly, realizing there was a good chance my little lady was going to give me a baby.

“Okay. You can come in.”

I pushed the door open and looked at her. She looked at me and then at the stick on the counter top.

“It said to wait five minutes.”

We looked at each other and back at the stick. Something was happening. I pulled her against me and held her while we watched the little blue line turn into a plus sign.

It took a lot less than five minutes.

“Oh, my God.”

I squeezed her, grinning from ear to ear.

“You did it, Princess.”

“What?”

“You made me a daddy.”

She chewed her lip.

“Doesn’t that seem kind of fast?”

“It must be meant to be.”

“Won’t you get bored with me if we can’t . . . you know.”

“Fuck?”

She slapped my chest and whispered yes. She was so damn cute when she got all shy. But once I got her going, she could dirty talk like the best of them.

“Who says we can’t fuck?”

“We can?”

“I’m pretty sure you can fuck right up to the end, but we’ll ask the doctor.” I kissed her. “Don’t worry. Besides, even if we can’t fuck later on, we can always do other things.”

“Oh . . .” She blushed and looked at me, all serious. “Like blowjobs and butt sex?”

I coughed, always taken aback when she said something dirty. My cock was stirring in my swim trunks. She turned me on so fucking much.

“Yes, like that, you naughty girl.”

“If I’m so naughty . . .” she ran her hand over my swelling cock. “Maybe you should spank me.”

“Maybe I should,” I growled. “But gently.”

“Not too gently, I hope,” she whispered, looking shyly up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

“No, Baby Girl, not too gently.”

I took her hand and led her to the bed. Then I kissed her and guided her over my lap. I slid her little pink panties down around her ankles.