by Harper Sloan
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It takes Cohen and me forever, as usual, to get out of the house. He couldn’t find his sneakers, so my kid is rocking his red cape, jeans, a tee, and bright orange rain boots. It hasn’t rained in Georgia in what feels like years, but Cohen’s wearing those damn boots with pride. When we walk into the restaurant where we’re meeting everyone, my eyes immediately take in my beautiful wife so that I don’t miss a second of her reaction to our boy’s outfit.
As she’s mid-sentence with Asher, her eyes grow as wide as her beautiful belly, and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. I can clearly see the laughter shining bright in her eyes from across the dimly lit room. It’s not abnormal for Cohen to end up looking like a misfit when I’m in charge of getting him ready. At least it’s better than last weekend’s bathing suit, tank top that said ‘my uncle is cooler than yours’—thank you, Maddox—his cape, and a damn sombrero.
Cohen takes off the second he spots Nate, Axel and Izzy’s son, sitting at the end of the table next to his mother. Even with almost two years between those two, they are thick as thieves. I laugh when Cohen immediately starts flailing his arms around and moving around in the wild movements he’s so fond of. Nate lets out a laugh so loud that a few diners around the table look over with smiles.
I greet the table, getting friendly welcomes from the ladies in the group and the normal chin lifts and grunts from the guys.
I walk over to Melissa, gently pull her into my arms, and hold her close. I can feel my girls rolling around in her belly when she presses closer.
“Hey, you,” she says, her lips a breath away from mine, just begging for me to close the distance.
“Hey back.” I pull her close and savor the taste of her on my tongue. I feel her lips tip up, and her moan tingles against my lips. Yeah, my girl missed me today.
“Maybe, just a wild guess here, but maybe those two will remember we aren’t in their bedroom, the porn music isn’t playing on a loop, and it probably isn’t the wisest move to start molesting each other in the family restaurant?”
I break away from Melissa’s lips, licking my own when I see the fire burning bright in her eyes.
“Shut up, Ash,” I growl and give my wife one more chaste kiss before helping her take her seat again.
“’Shut up, Ash,’ he says. No, ‘thank you, Ash, for reminding me that I can’t drive the boat into the canal in the middle of family dinner’?”
It takes me a second. For one, I can’t stop looking at him as if he’s lost his damn mind, but mainly he sounds so much like Coop right now that I have to remind myself who is speaking to me.
“HA! You just called his…hotdog a boat!” Dee starts laughing so hard she’s bent over, banging the table with her fist.
Beck just shakes his head with a smile, looking at his fiancée’s actions.
“I bet it’s more like a tugboat!” Izzy chimes in, gaining Axel’s and Chelcie’s laughter.
“Seriously? A tugboat?” I should have known better than to let them get the best of me, but really, my pride wouldn’t let me sit there with them calling my dick a tugboat. Melissa’s hand rubs my leg, trying to keep me from giving these fools what they want.
“No, no…you’re right. I was too generous with the boat analogy. I’m sure you’re still paddling around with something more like a canoe, right?” Ash smirks before taking a big gulp of his beer.
“Fucking canoe,” I grumble under my breath.
“Canoe might be giving him a little too much. Don’t they make starter kayaks? Nice and short. Not much girth to those suckers!” I gape at Dee, only making her laugh louder.
Melissa laughs under her breath. “Don’t.”
“Are we really sitting around, discussing the size of my wiener?”
Melissa’s eyes get as large as saucers before she covers her mouth with her hand and bursts out laughing. It takes me a second to figure out why the hell she’s joining in with a table full of laughter at me calling my dick a wiener because I’m too busy looking at her belly bouncing with each giggle that escapes.
“Daddy! You said wiener!” My head shoots over to Cohen, who is currently standing in his chair and pointing at me with a big smile on his face.
I’m pretty sure that every single person in the restaurant is looking over at us now. The whole situation gets even more ridiculous when two-year-old Nate starts banging his sippy cup on the table, chanting, “Wiener, wiener, wiener!” over and over.
“Jesus Christ, kill me now.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for everyone to stop laughing so we can get this dinner over with and I can take my wife home.
Melissa leans over, kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, “I love you—and your tugboat.”
Turning my head before she can lean back in her seat, I frame her face in my hands and bring her lips back to mine in a kiss hot enough to burn the building down. Pulling back, I look into her dazed eyes, let a smile full of wicked promise take over, and growl when her face goes soft and her eyes shine bright.
“I’ll remind you tonight just what kind of machine I’ve got between my legs, Beauty.”
Her cheeks flame, she closes her eyes on a moan, and right before she turns back to the table, I hear her mutter, “Beast” under her breath.
We’ve been lucky with her pregnancy so far. According to her doctor, we can continue our sex life—just a little more carefully. Thank Christ. I’m not sure I could last seeing her like this and not be able to sink deep inside her body.
The rest of the dinner passes by with more laughter—not at my expense—loud conversation, and a whole lot of love. These are the moments with my family and friends that I remember just how blessed I am.
I look around the table, feeling a pang in my heart from knowing that we’re missing some important people. After we lost Coop, we decided there wouldn’t be a week that passed without having a family dinner at least once. It wasn’t easy at first. The first few months, Asher was more or less a ghost, sitting there and drinking his dinner in whatever he could grab. He’s come a long way, but I can still see the fire to avenge his brother burning deep within him.
Maddox has been to a few here and there, but he’s made it clear that until he can get Emmy back home he won’t be around. It’s been about two weeks since he took off after her, and last I heard, things weren’t going well. Having both of them gone has left a large void in our group.
And of course I can’t forget Sway, who is usually always at our family dinners. Tonight he’s taking Davey out on their first date, and he explained, with way too much detail, why he wouldn’t be joining us tonight.
Looking around the table again, catching Axel’s and Beck’s eyes as they make their own sweep of the table, I know that they’re thinking the same thing. So much has changed within our tight-knit group over the last few years. Even with the added members in our ‘family,’ the loss of the ones who aren’t here is very much still felt.
I tip my chin at the guys, grabbing my drink and holding it up briefly before taking a long swallow. Even with the parts of this last year that have tried each and every one of us, I can’t help but pray that the worst is behind us. I’m not sure if this group can handle another loss.
Melissa’s soft laughter brings me back from my thoughts and I look over to see her smiling at Asher. Of course, the playboy has his charms on bright tonight. He needs a shock collar to remind him not to flirt with my woman.
I throw my arm around the back of her chair and pull her closer to my side, leveling Asher with my darkest look before speaking, “Mine.”
He throws his head back and laughs, drawing more attention from the surrounding tables. “Got it, Fido. Would you like to piss all over her now too?”
“Calm down, you beast.” Melissa laughs.
“Calm down? Melissa, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think he’s ever going to calm down when it comes to you.” I look over at Izzy, smiling my thanks for her rational thinking.
“I know. Is
n’t it adorable?”
My head shoots back to Melissa. Adorable? Puppies are adorable. Babies are adorable… I am not adorable.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I lick and pull her lobe in my mouth before whispering softly and reminding her just how much my adorable tugboat can’t wait to get her home, naked, and screaming in pleasure.
Fucking adorable.
Chapter 3 – Greg
“Deeper… Harder, please.”
I pull back slowly, feeling her walls clamp down on my dick before pushing forward again. Not as hard as she wants, but deep enough that I can feel her womb kiss the tip of my dick.
Looking down at my dick as it slowly pushes in and out of Melissa’s soaked pussy has my balls drawing in tight, begging for release.
“Please, Greg, I need it deeper.” I ignore her begging, continuing my slow and torturous ministrations. God, I love the feeling of her walls hugging my dick. Feeling her body take mine is the most incredible sensation in the world. Having her slick walls clamp down when she’s as close as she is right now, the wetness from her arousal coating both of us… Yeah, it doesn’t get any better than this.
With one more push, I bury myself to the root, rolling my hips and groaning when I feel a surge of wetness. She’s close. I could end this right now. I’m that close to finding my own release, but I want to make her scream again before I take mine.
I move my hands, which were tightly holding her hips, and run them up her spine. The feeling of her silky smooth skin under my fingertips has me rocking my hips, grinding against her body. I’ll never get enough of this woman. My hands finish their journey when I reach her shoulders, curling my fingers, letting her know that I want her to come up off her elbows.
We don’t need words anymore. Our bodies know each other so well that all it takes is a few touches, and the rest follows. She comes up on her knees, bringing her arm over her head and grabbing the back of my neck to bring my mouth to hers. Our kiss is nothing short of brutally crazed. Our tongues and teeth nip and lick in a fierce battle of control. Our tongues duel in a dance that sends tingles straight down my spine and wraps a claw-like vise around my balls.
I bring one arm around her chest, palming one perfectly full breast and tweaking her tight nipple with my thumb. My other arm snakes around her middle, caressing her belly lovingly before trailing down her tight skin until I hit her slick heat and her wetness leaks around my fingertips. Giving her a few quick thrusts, I feel myself glide into her welcoming body effortlessly, causing a growl to rumble from deep within my throat.
“Nothing feels better than your pussy soaking my dick.”
She moans against my lips, whimpering when I pull out again. “Please, baby, take me harder.”
“No.” I know what she wants, and I also know that it’s killing her not to try and take control. I put the brakes on our rough lovemaking almost two months ago. I don’t care what the doctors say. There is no damn way I’m going to chance taking her too roughly and hurting my girls. No. Won’t happen. It’s been the only sore spot between us the last few weeks. Melissa wants it hard, and I won’t… I can’t give that to her.
“Greg…” She tries to push back, but my arms hold her firm.
“Hush, Beauty, and let me love you.”
I continue to love her, pushing in with an achingly slow pace before pulling out almost to the point of falling free from her body before repeating the process. I know that she’s enjoying it. I can feel the proof running down my shaft. Her moans don’t lie. She might crave a rough roll in the sheets, but as long as I can make her scream, I’m still doing it right.
“Greg…killing me… Need you…hard.” She gasps between thrusts, her cunt gripping me tight with each begged word that crosses her lips, testing my patience like none other.
“No.”
The rumble of her protest vibrating against my chest is the only warning I get before she stuns me to my ass. Literally.
She pushes back hard, her ass hitting my hips and my dick falling from her warm body. In a move that shouldn’t look that easy for a seven-months-pregnant woman—with twins, no less—she has her body turned around and her small hands pushing against my chest until I fall to my back. Right there in the middle of our king-sized bed, I watch as my woman comes to life above me.
We’ve been as conservative as it gets the last month or so of her pregnancy. The bigger the girls get, the harder almost every position gets. It’s pretty much down to me taking her from behind, standing beside the bed so that I don’t crush the girls, or lying there while she rides me the best she can with the weight of her belly throwing her off balance. You won’t hear me complain. I’ll take it however she wants to give it to me. Except for the one way she’s been begging to for the last three weeks.
My girl wants me to fuck her brains out. No more of this slow and torturous lovemaking. Not for Melissa. No, she wants me to fuck her raw, and it scares the shit out of me.
“I’m sick of you treating me like I’m spun from glass. News flash, Greg Cage—I’m not going to break. Your massive dick isn’t going to thump a baby on the head, scar her for life, or poke a hole in her head. But what your dick is going to do is get the hell inside me and fuck me hard!”
I stare up at her as she climbs onto my body. Her face flushed, tits full and swaying with her movements, and her gorgeous body ripe with pregnancy, as she moves over my throbbing dick and impales herself roughly. She throws her head back, her hands going to my thighs and her pussy clenching and rippling around my straining erection.
“Shit…” I hiss, my hands shooting to her hips to help steady her movements. She doesn’t even notice me, her body using mine for everything she’s been craving.
I watch, fighting my body to not come instantly as she lets loose and takes what she wants. Her body rides me with ease. With each downward grind, she rolls her hips, and I feel her walls quiver. It doesn’t take long before I can feel her cream leaking out and running down my balls, her movements becoming choppier. Her breathing speeds up and her rhythm falters. I quickly take over so that she doesn’t overdo it.
Holding her hips steady, I begin pumping my hips with the powerful thrusts she’s been begging for. Her arms shoot forward, bracing her weight against my chest when she can no longer hold herself up without help. Her fingers curl, and her nails break the skin, instantly my balls start to pull tight at the blinding pleasure her pain causes.
“Give it to me. Let me feel you suck my dick deep with your tight pussy. Come on… Give it to me, Beauty.”
She sucks in a shallow breath, her eyes locking with mine for a second before she throws her head back and screams her pleasure. I pull her against my dick, her wetness soaking me as I erupt deep within her tight body.
I move us so that we’re both lying on our sides, my dick still hard and hugged by her body, and enjoy the way she comes back from a hard orgasm. Her glossy eyes struggle to focus, her mouth is open slightly, and her tits rub against my body with each deep pull she takes.
“I love you, my Beauty.”
She smiles, her hand coming up to my cheek before pressing a kiss to my lips. “And I love you, my Beast.”
Knowing that she isn’t far from falling asleep, I pull her in tight and enjoy the feeling of her in my arms and her swollen belly pressed against my abdomen. Feeling each roll and kick my girls offer brings a smile to my face. With all my girls in my arms, I fall asleep with a full heart.
Chapter 4 – Melissa
Shit.
I’m going to piss myself if I can’t figure out how to get out of Greg’s arms soon. He sleeps like this every night, with my body pulled tight to his and my back against his chest. His arm is around my belly, and his palm is holding firm against the girls. Even in his sleep, he’s protecting us. I would smile and think about how it’s the sweetest, most loving gesture ever if his heavy-ass arm wasn’t pressing against my body in a way that has my bladder, which is already fighting for prime real estate, threatening to burst.
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Yeah, this would all be the best in the world—if I weren’t about to wet the bed.
Maybe I need some Depends? God, soon I’m going to be walking around in adult diapers with the way the girls are growing. I’m not sure there’s much more room left for them to grow! Greg loves my pregnant belly, and I bet if he had his way, he would keep me pregnant year round. As much as I love being pregnant, I’m ready for this to be over.
Unfortunately for me, there isn’t an end in sight for at least another two months. Even with as uncomfortable as I am, and as much as I wish I knew what my damn pussy looked like, I’m happy to bake my little princesses for as long as I can.
“Greg, wake up, baby. I need to pee.”
He doesn’t move. His arm doesn’t let up.
“Greg, please. I need to go.”
Squeezing my legs together, praying that I can hold it, I try and wiggle free with no luck. His arms pull me closer and my already screaming bladder starts blaring the warning alarm.
“Oh, God.” I try moving his arm again, but he grumbles something about tugboats and yachts before pulling me even closer. “Shit.”
This isn’t going to be pretty if I can’t get up in the next minute. I try to wake him up gently a few times with no luck. Finally, left with no other option, I pull my arm up before bringing my elbow down, driving it back into his gut. He jumps up with a shout, his feet tangling with the sheets before he falls flat on his ass over the side of the bed. I don’t even have time to enjoy the hilarity of the situation before I’m over the edge and wobbling to the bathroom in a sprint that I’m sure makes me look like a penguin running a marathon.
I close my eyes and moan with the pleasure of an empty bladder. I lean back against the toilet and rub my belly while I finish my business. When I finally finish and open my eyes, I see that I’ve gained an audience.
“You couldn’t try a simple wake-up, babe?”