Page 79 of Iron Rogues: Vol 1

Watching Toby Jr. and Danny race around the perimeter of the soft rubber covering that had been set down on the ground to make sure none of the kids got hurt, my smile widened. They were playing tag with a bunch of their cousins—some who were related by blood and others who were their Iron Rogues family.

It was a beautiful day, and everyone was having a blast, so I decided to leave my work until later and join them. Toby’s gaze zeroed in on me as soon as I stepped outside. While I padded across the yard, he bent down to whisper in our baby girl’s ear. She was such a daddy’s girl, so I wasn’t surprised when she tilted her head back and beamed a smile at him. “Otay, Daddy. I be good for Unca Gideon.”

My brother took Toby’s place behind the swing—Emily had him wrapped around her little finger just as much as her daddy since they only had boys. Then my husband strode toward me.

“I thought you had a couple of hours of work left to do.” Pulling me close for a kiss, he asked, “Decided to take a little break?”

Twining my arms around his neck, I beamed a smile up at him. “More like a not-so little one.”

“How much time are you talking about?” He wagged his brows at me. “Because your brother owes us for when we babysat his kids last week. I bet we could sneak away while everyone’s distracted and put your break to good use.”

Going up on my toes, I gave him a quick kiss. “Great, you can help me with a project I decided to start.”

His brows drew together as he grumbled, “Damn, I must be losing my touch if you didn’t get the sexual innuendo in my suggestion.”

“Nope, I didn’t miss it.” Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I pressed his palm against my belly. “Having sex is vital to what I have planned. We’ll never get the result I have in mind without you filling me up with your come.”

His grip on my waist tightened. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re ready to give me another baby?”

“Now I’m the one wondering if I’m losing my touch,” I teased. “I thought I’d made it kind of obvious.”

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, claiming my mouth in another deep kiss that made the kids giggle as they raced past us. I was breathless when he was done, so all I could do was gasp when he tossed me over his shoulder and called out to my brother, “You’re in charge for a little while, Storm.”

“You gotta be kidding me,” Gideon grumbled, his mouth puckering as though he’d tasted something sour. Although Toby and I had been together for years and never hesitated with the public displays of affection in front of him, Gideon still hated any hint of our sex life.

I usually teased him about his reaction, but that was hard to do when I dangled upside down over my husband’s shoulder. Then any thought of my brother was wiped from my head when Toby raced upstairs to our bedroom and dumped me on our bed.

Nine and a half months later, we got another baby girl for Toby to spoil. Luckily, Emily loved the idea of being a big sister, so she was willing to share her precious daddy with Lilah.

EXTRA EPILOGUE

ELISE

So often, people said that marriage and kids took the romance out of relationships. But after being with Toby for more than a decade—and giving him four babies—we were more in love than ever. Now in his mid-forties, my husband still took my breath away like he had back when we first met. And he never hid how much he wanted me, every day that we’d been together.

I was cooking dinner when he strode into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pressed his chest against my back and nibbled on my neck. I leaned into his embrace, a sensual shiver racing up my spine. “What’re you making, baby?”

“I have a pot roast in the slow cooker and was just about to pop this loaf of bread into the oven,” I answered, tilting my head to give him better access.

“Mmm, you know how much I love your roast,” he murmured, his palm sliding down to cup my pussy. “But I’m gonna need my favorite dessert later on when the kids are asleep.”

Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I moaned. “You’re not going to hear me argue about that plan, even though you started your day with that particular dessert.”

“Damn straight I did.” Tugging my shirt out of the way, he bit down on my shoulder. “I could eat you day and night without ever getting my fill, baby.”

Considering how often he’d put his mouth on me during the years we’d been together, I couldn’t argue with that confession. Our bedroom antics hadn’t slowed down at all, and he almost always made me come with his tongue before taking me…even when we had to squeeze in a quickie because of the kids.

The oven buzzed to let me know it was preheated, and Toby took the Dutch oven from my hands when I tried to pick it up from the counter. “I’ll put it in.”

“Thanks.”

Our oldest daughter wandered into the kitchen, her eyes widening when she saw him. “Daddy!” she squealed.

“Hey, sweetie.” He turned to catch her as she barreled over to him. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yup.” She tilted her head back to beam a smile up at her favorite person in the world. “But it would’ve been better if you didn’t have to go to work. I missed you so much.”

“I was just home all day yesterday,” he reminded her, ruffling her hair with his hand.

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