Keeping The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 4)
Epilogue
“I look like a beached whale.”
“Babe.” I grin and kiss her knuckles before grabbing the tube of sunblock. “Need more on your shoulders. Sit up.”
Alexa struggles to get upright. I’d never say it to her face, but yeah, her belly is big. But it’s fucking beautiful to me. I still can’t wrap my mind around it. When the doctor told us there were two heartbeats, I thought he was shitting us. Twins. A boy and a girl. I brought my wife on a trip to relax just the two of us before the babies come. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking wanting Alexa to have another kid. Not only is she threatening to never fuck me again once they are born, but I’m also never gonna get at her tits again because she plans to breastfeed. Two kids two tits. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who gets the shit end of the deal here.
I hold my hands out to Lex and pull her up from the lounger. “You’re beautiful.” I squirt the lotion on my palms then rub my hands together before massaging it into her shoulders.
My cell buzzes from Alexa’s beach bag. “Fuck.”
“You better get that. Might be important.”
“Yeah, I know. I told them suckers not to call unless it was life or death.” I wipe my greasy hands on a towel and dig out the phone. It’s Holy. “This better be important.”
“It’s Hazel.”
My blood turns cold. “What about her?”
“He found her.”
“Fuck.” I grip the phone as the call ends.
“What is it?” Lex stares at me waiting for an answer.
“Gotta cut the trip short. That bastard is after Hazel.”
**
Three years later
Alexa smirks at me from over her shoulder as I slam into her from behind. “Go fast,” she urges.
My pretty girl is eager this morning, but to be fair we always gotta be fast. I swear these kids got some type of damn alarm inside their brains that knows when we’re fucking that tells them the right moment to interrupt us. They’re crafty little shits. Didn’t take them no time to learn how to escape their damn cribs and get over the baby gate in the nursery.
I slide a hand around her front to play with her clit to get her off faster. The quicker she comes the sooner I can too.
“Yes,” she cries into the pillows.
I glide in and out of her sweet hole faster and faster, my balls smacking against her ass. A bead of sweat forms on my forehead with the exertion. I’m not as young as I used to be, but I wouldn’t trade the life I have for anything.
“I’m getting closer. Fuck me, baby.”
If I fuck her any harder, I’m gonna break something. I pull out to the tip and drive into her as hard as I can, surging deeper inside, rooted to the hilt.
“Oh,” she lets out a gasp and rewards me with her sweetness. That perfect pussy squeezes me, and I don’t hold back any longer.
I flip her over and hitch her knee over my hip. “My turn.” I grin then kiss her neck in time for the motion sensor that alerts us to when the kids are up sounds. Fuck. I bite my fist so damn hard I may cry. I was so damn close.
Alexa bats her lashes at me. “Guess that’s my cue.”
“You’re lucky you’re adorable.”
“I know.”
I roll to my back hearing the patter of tiny feet moving down the hallway. I jerk the covers up to my chest as Alexa hurries to get her robe on. The bedroom door flies open. My blonde headed demons come racing in wearing their matching footed pajamas. Jovie and Jarod. My boy goes straight for his momma, but my girl comes to the side of the bed making use of the step stool we have for moments such as these. She climbs onto the bed and lays her head on my chest.
Alexa smiles at me as Jarod latches his arms around her neck and settles on her hip.