Dax (Silver Saints MC)

“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.

I switched to the other one and gave it some attention before throwing my head back and rasping, “Come, Arya. Come for me, baby.”

She detonated, screaming my name as she climaxed. Her pussy massaged my hard length, and I followed her over the edge. I bellowed her name as my cock exploded with come, filling her until she couldn’t hold anymore, and it leaked out between us.

There was just something about the cabin. We couldn’t actually stay more than four days—especially missing our little man—but true to my word, we spent nearly every minute working on making another baby. Two weeks later, a pregnancy test confirmed that Arya was pregnant with our daughter.

Epilogue

Arya

Heading through the kitchen toward the attached garage on a mission to find my husband now that our daughters were settled in their rooms for the night, my pace slowed at the low murmur of his deep voice. He and Grady had headed in there hours ago to work on the motorcycle they were restoring. The bike had been our gift to our son on his sixteenth birthday, and he’d been obsessed with getting the old Triumph into road-ready condition for the past six months.