Inked Babies (Inked Brotherhood 6)

“Did you get it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” I pluck the phone from her fingers with one hand, the mug with the other—as fucking planned—and push her back against the counter. I drop the things there and press against her, letting her feel how hard I am for her. “Here’s another message for you.”

Kissing her is an addiction. Her taste is driving me crazy. The feel of her soft curves pressed to my hulking body is mind-blowing.

I lift her on the counter and continue kissing her. Her legs wrap around my hips, her arms wind around my neck, and fuck, this feels so good. My brothers are still asleep, and w

e haven’t had sex in the kitchen in a while.

“Want you,” I breathe, dragging down her panties, letting them fall to the floor. “Want you now.”

Want you always.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Yes.”

Pushing down my pants, I grab my hard dick and sink into her, a groan rumbling in my chest as heat and silky pressure surrounds me. Her pussy sucks me in, and I grip her legs, lifting them higher so that I can rock into her.

God, I wanna get her pregnant, wanna feel our child growing in her belly. I’m stung by the baby bug. Is that a thing or should I worry? I’d always wondered what pushed people to have children, and with parents like mine, that’s a serious question—and now I know. Now I feel it.

When you love someone so much you want to create a family with them.

With her.

We rock together, her nails scratching down my back, her legs sliding off the counter as I pound into her. I hold on to her, hold her up as I thrust between her legs, in her heat, my world reduced to my girl and this moment.

I feel her contract around my cock, hear her breathless moan, and curse as my dick refuses to wait any longer and starts jerking. Pleasure crashes into me, and it’s all I can do to keep my hold on her as I ride it out, my whole body clenching with my release.

We’re both breathing hard when I deposit her back on the counter and pull out of her with a hiss.

She gasps when I do, and then lifts her hands to my face. Her eyes are heavy-lidded. “Morning to you, too.”

I grin. “Damn. We should do this every morning. Right here.”

“One day one of your brothers will walk in on us.”

“We’ll lock the door.”

“Mmm. That’s an idea. I’ll—” Her eyes go wide, and she points at something. “Oh God, I’m late!”

“Late?” I don’t even bother turning to look. I can barely breathe, I’m so spent. Sated. Happy. “It’s early. What if I carry you to bed and have breakfast there?” I nuzzle her neck. “Or I could have you for breakfast. I think I like this idea even better.”

“No, I’m late, I have a flight to catch!” She scrambles off the counter, shoving me aside and searching the floor for her panties.

I groan. “You’re traveling again so soon?”

“I know, I know, it was a last minute thing, because Mason couldn’t go.”

“Goddammit, he never can.” I sigh, rub a hand over my face. “Fuck, I need some fucking coffee.”

I grab her mug, down a healthy amount of caffeine and tell myself not to argue, or brood. No brooding. This was exactly what I feared—holding her back, not letting her live her dreams.

“I really couldn’t avoid it,” she says, and something in her voice has me looking up.

Is that a sheen of tears?

“Tess…”