Page 26 of Iron Rogues: Vol 1

“You…you’re going to build me a house?” Molly gasped.

I stood behind my woman, my hand resting on her belly and my chin on the top of her head. “Do you like it?” We had a lot of undeveloped land in the Iron Rogues territory, so I’d purchased a lot and decided to surprise my wife. I didn’t want our baby girl living at the clubhouse, and I wasn’t a fan of an apartment where the neighbors might hear my old lady’s passionate screams. “We can look for a different lot if you don’t. I picked it because it’s close enough for you to walk to the studio but big enough to have a big backyard for our kids to play in.”

“It’s perfect.” She turned and locked her arms around my neck, gazing up at me with so much love that it made my chest tighten. Then she frowned, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that told me she was about to get sassy. “Kids? As in plural?”

“I’m thinking four…maybe six…”

Molly’s brow rose. “I assume you’re expecting me to be the one to pop out those six?—”

“Or eight…” I mused, cutting her off and swallowing a teasing smile. “You look so fucking hot carrying my baby, princess. Expect to be knocked up for the foreseeable future.”

She gasped and stepped back, planting her hands on her curvy hips. “You cannot be serious! If you think you’re going to convince me to have eight kids, you have lost your freaking mind!”

I grinned and tugged her back into my arms, plastering her body against mine. My dick never fully went down around my woman, but all this talk about knocking her up—even when she was currently pregnant—had me hard as a rock. I pushed my hips against hers and dropped my head down to lick a sensitive spot under her ear. “Is that a challenge, princess?”

“No,” she sputtered, knowing I could get her to promise me just about anything when my head was between her sexy thighs.

Laughing, I slipped my arm around her waist and guided her over to the SUV I bought the day after we found out she was pregnant.

I would never force her into anything she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to be done after having our little girl, I would agree. But I was still gonna have fun trying to convince her.

“We’ll figure it out when the time comes, princess,” I told her as I helped her into her seat. Then I kissed the tip of her nose and smirked. “Until then, I’ll just have to practice my powers of persuasion.”

EXTRA EPILOGUE

MAVERICK

“Are you sure about this?” Molly asked, biting her bottom lip.

I pulled it from between her teeth and tried not to think about how her mouth had looked wrapped around my dick the night before. “You’re an amazing artist, baby. Why wouldn’t I want your ink on my skin?”

The proof was all around Iron Inworks. Her art adorned the walls and the skin of most of the other artists. Hell, half the club had a tat that Molly had designed.

“Yeah, I get that. But are you sure you want to leave the design all up to me?”

I smiled and slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her body into mine. “Not a doubt in my mind.”

Then I bent my head and took her mouth in a possessive kiss. When I finally ripped my lips from hers, I smirked at the dazed look on my wife’s face.

She shook her head and did a double blink, then narrowed her eyes at me. “I think everyone here knows I’m yours, Mav.”

I grinned, amused that she thought I’d ever stop staking my claim on her. Tilting my head toward another tattoo station, I muttered, “That guy is new.”

Molly chuckled and stepped out of my embrace, turning to her table and getting all of her tools and supplies ready.

After stripping out of my T-shirt, I sat on the leather, reclining tattoo chair.

Molly glanced at me, and her lips curled down. With a little huff that had me biting back another smile, she stalked over to the curtain and yanked it shut.

“Keep it in your pants, Mav,” Whiskey muttered from just outside our now private area. “Don’t need the next client sitting in your spunk.”

Molly gasped, her pale skin turning tomato red while she sputtered, “We won’t—we wouldn’t—um?—”

I couldn’t help laughing, earning me a dirty look from my old lady. “That's what condoms are for.”

Whiskey snorted. “Like you’d use a condom…”

He had a point. Even if I wasn’t trying to knock up my woman again, I hated having anything between us.

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