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.
I still wasn’t sure how Dax had talked me into the idea, except that many orgasms were involved. I loved motorcycles, but the thought of my baby riding one freaked me out. Giving him one that needed plenty of work had given me the time I needed to come to terms with how much he’d grown up.
Feeling nostalgic for the days when I’d listen in on their daddy and son time through the baby monitor, I pressed my ear to the door leading out to the garage.
“I figure you know better since I raised you right, but I’m gonna tell you to make sure there’s no confusion—no putting girls on the back of your bike.”
Ugh, it was one thing to come to terms with the fact that my son was old enough to have his license. It was something totally different to think about him dating, let alone wanting to give some girl a ride on his motorcycle. I held back from banging my head on the door and letting them know I was there because I wanted to hear if there was someone Grady had his eye on at school.
“I’m not stupid, Dad. I know that spot’s reserved for the woman I’m gonna make my old lady someday.”
As much as my heart melted at his answer, I wanted to storm in there and lecture Grady about how he didn’t need to think about finding his old lady for at least another decade.
“If you want to give your sisters a ride, that’s fine. Just make sure they wear their helmets and be extra careful while you’re on the road.”
Oh, good grief. How had I not thought about the possibility of the girls wanting to ride on their brother’s motorcycle like they did with their dad and me sometimes?
“What about Mom?” Grady asked.
“Your mom doesn’t ride on the back of anyone’s bike but mine.”
My panties grew damp at the steely determination in my husband’s tone. It didn’t matter that we’d been married for seventeen years and had three kids; he was just as possessive of me as he’d been when we first got together.
“Aww, c’mon, Dad. The bike was a gift from the two of you. The least I can do to say thank you is give Mom a ride on it when we’re done.”
I recognized the teasing tone in my son’s voice. He loved to push his dad’s buttons, and he knew exactly how to get a reaction out of him. Determined to save our teenager from himself, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I stood on my toes on the landing to peer over my SUV to where they were working on the motorcycle on the other side of the garage. “Are you guys almost done out here? Grady still has some homework to finish up tonight.”
“You heard your mom.” Dax snapped the towel he’d been using to wipe his hands at our son. “You only get to ride this thing once we’ve got it running if you keep your grades up.”
“Yeah, okay.” Grady held his hands up in mock surrender. “It’ll take me all of fifteen minutes to finish my Algebra assignment, but I could use a shower anyway.”
“It’s probably a good idea to get cleaned up before you do your homework.” I pointed at his hands as he walked toward me. “If you leave smudges on the paper, your teacher might not be able to tell if you got the answer right or not.”