by Harley Wylde
“Killian?”
“What, baby girl?”
“If you aren’t going to give me more orgasms, we should probably clean up.”
“Christ, woman! Aren’t you exhausted?”
She shook her head. “No. Still really horny.”
I looked through the toys she’d pulled out and spotted the one I knew she needed right now. It was U-shaped and the thick part went in her pussy while the smaller bulbous end fit over her clit. I slid it into place and turned it on, setting it as high as it would go. I curled my body over hers, nibbling on her shoulders and neck.
I lost track of how many more times she came, but when I heard a soft snore from her, I shut off the toy and set everything in the bathroom to be cleaned. I freed Alora from the blindfold and restraints, eased her off the wedge, and put it back in the spare room. Once everything had been put away, and the camera had been shut off, I crawled into bed next to her, holding her while she slept.
I’d never met a woman with as big a sexual appetite as my wife, and I knew I was a lucky bastard. It was like having my own personal porn star. I loved how adventurous she was, how open, and I definitely liked the way she sucked my cock. I couldn’t imagine finding a woman more perfect for me.
“Love you,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.
She murmured in her sleep and snuggled closer. I started to close my eyes and my phone rang. I grabbed it before the sound would wake her and answered.
“Rooster.”
“No shit,” Charming said. “Wanted to give you a heads up. The Demonic Reign chapter you buddied up to has been wiped out. There’s rumblings there could be more of them further north in Nevada and Montana. I’m bringing our boys home, but the Savage Knights and Mayhem Riders said they’d take it from here. We’re in the clear.”
“Good. One less ax waiting to take off my head.”
“Enjoy the rest of your day off.”
Before I could say anything else, Charming had hung up. I placed the phone on the bedside table and cuddled my woman. It looked like I didn’t have to worry about those men trying to track me down. Alora was safe, at least for now. I couldn’t say whether or not other trouble would find us, but the Demonic Reign weren’t an issue anymore, and neither was Officer Murray.
Life was pretty fucking sweet at the moment.
Epilogue
“A gentleman holds my hand. A man pulls my hair. A soulmate will do both.”
-- Alessandra Torre
Alora
I stared at the screen of the ultrasound machine, knowing my eyes and ears must be playing tricks on me. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that. I thought you said it was quadruplets.”
The technician grinned like she’d just told me I won the lottery, and not that my pussy would never be the same again. Four kids? They’d rip me open, and the doctor would never be able to stitch me up tight enough. Rooster would go to the club for pussy because his dick would fall out when he tried to put it in me.
I turned my gaze on my husband, who rocked back on his heels and looked a bit poleaxed. “This is your fucking fault! Quads don’t run my family. Only twins.”
“There’s four,” he muttered, looking a little green. “Four.”
The technician nodded. “Yep. Hard to say for sure, but it looks like they might be girls. I stress the word might.”
Why hadn’t I been back to the doctor for my scheduled appointments? Oh,right. I’d decided fucking Rooster was a better idea and missed the last two. So here we were, six months into my pregnancy, and finding out we were having four babies. Four. My. Life.
“You’re only getting anal after this,” I said.
The technician choked and turned red before hurrying out of the room with a quick, “I’ll give you two a moment.”
“You like my dick in your ass,” he said.
“Yeah, but you better not shove anything in my pussy that isn’t plastic after these kids get here. I’m never doing this again. You hear me? Never.”
“It did take two of us to knock you up. It’s not like you were passed out and didn’t have a say in the matter. You wanted me to fuck you.”
I nodded. “I did. I still do. But only in my ass. Oh, and my mouth. I’ll suck you off anytime you want. In fact, I’ll do it right now.”
He danced back out of reach. “We are not having sex in the middle of your ultrasound.”
My hand trembled and tears welled in my eyes. I reached for him. “Killian, I’m scared.”
He gripped my fingers and ran his other hand over my hair. “We’ve got this, Alora. So it’s more than we’d bargained for. You know you’re going to love these babies. You already do. And so do I. We have a big family to help us if we get overwhelmed. Just take a breath.”
I nodded. “All right. I’m sorry I threatened you.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a threat that you offered to suck me off whenever I wanted and let me fuck your ass. I enjoy both those things.”
Another horrifying thought occurred to me. “The webcam show. We can’t do it when this is all over.”
His brow furrowed. “Why not? I mean, it won’t be easy having any alone time with four babies in the house, but we can find a way.”
“They’re going to wreck my pussy,” I wailed and started bawling.
I had to give Rooster credit. He might have laughed silently, his chest vibrating under my cheek as he hugged me, but at least he didn’t do it out loud. If he had, I may have been a widow. I was ninety-nine percent certain Scratch had meant it when he said he’d help me bury the body. We had the best friends ever.
“Love you, baby girl. You are the most amazing, beautiful woman I know. And now you’re giving me not one but four kids. I’ll be here by your side, every step of the way.”
The technician came back in, looking like I may have scarred her for life. Clearly she needed a copy of one of my books. If me talking about anal had spooked her that much, she needed help. A sex-tervention. Wait. Was that a thing? If not, it should be.
“Rooster, would you get the book from the side of my bag?” I asked.
He pulled out the copy I carried around in case I found a new reader or a fan. I handed it to the tech, who stared at it like it might bite her.
“Let’s start slow. This is a book. You turn the pages and read the little squiggles on them, called words. This one has lots of sexy stuff in it. You might learn something. Like how to not be a frigid bitch. Your boyfriend will thank me later.”
The woman gaped at me, her face turning redder by the minute.
Rooster sighed and I knew he thought I’d gone too far, but really. The woman clearly needed help. It was my civic duty to make sure she learned about multiple orgasms, and the joy of blowjobs.
“On that note, my wife needs to shut up.” I glared at him and stuck out my tongue. His eyes heated and he smirked. “You can use that later.”
The tech squeaked and I just knew she’d run and hide the next time we had an appointment. Rooster couldn’t very well scold me when he was just as bad.
“Can we tell what the babies are?” he asked.
“Human, I hope,” I muttered.
He squeezed my hand to get me to be quiet.
The tech moved the wand around my belly. It took a bit of maneuvering, but she managed to tell the sex of two, but the other two weren’t being cooperative.
“Well, I’d thought they were all girls, but it seems I was wrong. This bigger one is a boy. The smallest is a girl. We’ll have to check next time for the other two. Congratulations!”
She printed off a few pictures for us to keep and cleaned the goop off my belly. It wasn’t long before we’d set my next appointment and were back in the truck.
Four. Babies.
“You realize life as we know it just ended,” I said. “Better sleep and fuck as much as we can now. Once these rug rats get here, we won’t have a moment of peace until they move out. I’ll get cobwebs down there. My clit will shrivel up and fall off.”
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Rooster snorted. “Baby girl, even if I have to fuck you in the shower, we aren’t going eighteen years without sex. It’s called multi-tasking.”
“All right, but if you’re going to fuck me while I’m washing dishes, you’d better invest in unbreakable plates. I won’t be responsible for what happens otherwise.”
“Taking you from behind in front of the sink?” He eyed me. “We can give it a try when we get home.”
Rooster pulled over into the parking lot of my favorite restaurant and we went inside. Even though it didn’t seem busy, no one stood at the hostess stand.
I laughed and shook my head. “That poor technician. I think we’ve scared her off. She’ll see we’re coming in and run away.”
“Maybe she’ll read your book.”
“Yeah well, if it changes her life, she better at least name her dog after me. It’s the least she can do. I mean, who wouldn’t want to experience multiple orgasms?”
“I think you have sex on the brain too much.”
I folded my arms. “Did you know the Journal of Sex Research determined men think about sex nineteen times a day? If you can think about it that much, then I can too.”
“Fair enough. Just maybe not discuss it in public next time. You’re going to give some sweet elderly lady a heart attack one of these days.”
A throat cleared behind us. “Young man, just because women get old, doesn’t mean we don’t still like sex.”
I turned to see a petite silver-haired lady behind me, and her husband. They stood with their arms linked, and a twinkle in their eyes. The smirk on her lips told me she’d been a troublemaker in her youth, and quite possibly still was.
The hostess returned and took us to a table. Rooster shivered as he slid into the booth.
“What?” I asked.
“I need brain bleach.”
“For what?”
“The mental image of that woman having sex. Quick! Tell me something to take my mind off it.”
“Four. Kids. Four screaming, snotty kids who will never let us sleep again.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Thanks, that did the trick. Now I’m horrified for another reason.”
“Could be worse,” I said.
“How?”
“They could all be like Lanie.”
Rooster yelled out for our server. “I need a beer! No, bring two pitchers.”
I snickered. My life hadn’t turned out the way I’d planned, but then how did you plan for someone like Rooster? I adored him, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. He was perfect for me in every way. Except for the part where his swimmers put four babies in me at the same time.
But he’d been right. We’d figure it out. No matter how scary it was to think of fucking up the lives of four tiny humans, as long as Rooster was beside me, nothing else mattered. We could take on the world as long as we did it together.
Who’d have thought having an IRS auditor and cop show up at my house would end up being the best thing to happen to me? Not only had I won the battle over writing off the sex toys, but I’d found my other half, the man destined to be mine. I’d never complain about filing taxes ever again. Well, I wouldn’t complain too much.
Dedication and Acknowledgements
Dear Reader
Thank you for purchasing a copy of Rooster (Devil’s Boneyard MC). If you enjoyed Rooster’s story (or even if you didn’t), I would be ever so grateful if you’d take a moment to leave a rating or review at the retailer of your choice, Goodreads, or BookBub.
As you noticed, Killian and Alora’s story was a bit different from my usual MC romances. While I’d already planted her character in another book and knew she’d eventually get a story, it wasn’t until a funny conversation with another author about odd tax write-offs that I had the idea for this particular book. Or at least the beginning of it. Alora was such a fun and flirty character, I knew the story needed to be a bit lighter with more humor thrown in. Sometimes taking a walk on the lighter side of things can be cleansing. Don’t worry. There will be plenty more suspense and action in the other books.
Thanks so much for your support! I have the most awesome, amazing readers ever and I appreciate each and every one of you.
Until next time…
Harley
Huge thank you to my readers! Your support is much appreciated. I cherish every comment and email. You guys are amazing!
Rooster is for everyone who needs a bit of laughter in their lives… and for Carolina, who insisted I could write something funny. Snarky comments count, right?
Thanks to my editor, Crystal, who somehow puts up with my insanity without killing me. Thank you to Bryan Keller for the awesome cover. And as always, thanks to all the staff and owners of Changeling Press for a taking a chance on me. Love you guys! (although, I probably owe all of you chocolate and alcohol times a million for putting up with me).
Thank you to my husband for dragging my nose out of a book and reminding me to go write (especially when I’m down to the wire and just really, really want to binge read for a few days).
Thank you to Lupin the adorably furry, cuddly black kitty who looks more like a mini werewolf than a cat. The cheek nuzzles and purrs were awesome motivation. And no, you still can’t eat the bird.
Rooster Playlist
Gold Digger -- Kanye West & Jamie Foxx
I Wanna Love you -- Akon & Snoop Dogg
Pony -- Ginuwine
I Touch Myself -- The Divinyls
Cherry Pie -- Warrant
S&M -- Rihanna
Harley Wylde
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better -- off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.
The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.
Harley at Changeling: changelingpress.com/harley-wylde-a-196