Page 187 of Dagger

My hand slid across my wife’s back and rested on her hip. “Best Thanksgiving ever, Abe. It’s been a trip to remember, but Leesy’s on the mend now, and her meds are working. We’ve talked about it, and we’re gonna stay in Hambleton until next summer when we go to the Grand Canyon.”

My woman’s hand hit my thigh, and she squeezed lovingly. “I miss the kids, and I want to be there when the new baby’s born.”

“Kennedy’s due December, too.” I puffed my chest out proudly. “Another biker in the makin’.”

Abe took a swig of her beer and waggled his eyebrows. “Atlas will be hoping for a boy next time around.”

“He’s desperate for a blue one,” Leesy confirmed. “Though I hope it’s a girl just so that Sophie can name her.” She winced. “Could you imagine a Zeus Woods?”

We all laughed at Atlas’s ridiculousness, but underneath the humor, I could hear the wistfulness in Leesy’s tone.

A big part of her therapy was about coming to terms with the fact we never got our family. My wife was pre-menopausal, and even so, I didn’t want her going through a pregnancy at her age, especially after all the trauma her body had sustained over the years.

Out of all the sick shit Henderson had done to us, taking away the children we always wanted, cut her the deepest. But like she said, we’d have a hundred kids to help raise at the rate my boys knocked their women up. And at least we could hand them back and fuck off on a road trip when they got too much.

Still, it would’ve been nice.

“Peace and quiet,” Abe muttered, lounging back on his chair and pulling Iris with him. “No noise, no bickerin’, no arguments, no kids—”

“Cash,”a distant voice shrieked.“Grab him. He’s escaped from his reins again.”

Abe sat up and looked around furtively.

“For fuck’s sake,”Cash’s voice bellowed.“Wilder, get your ass here. You can’t play in goddamned dog shit.”

Iris’s face paled.

“I’m never having sex with you again,”Cara screeched.“You can keep your Stone Man Superjizz to your goddamned self. Never again, Cash, do you hear me? Never fucking again!”

Abe scraped a hand down his face. “Fuck!”

Iris began to wring her hands.

Elise let out a tinkling laugh.

I tipped my head back and looked to the heavens, immediately feeling the sensation of my gut sinking into my goddamned asshole. Then, heaving a big sigh, I muttered,

“I must’ve been a right ol’ bastard in a previous life.”

Elise

The Next Morning.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, throwing my head back. “Don’t stop, Johnny.”

His fingers dug into my hips, and my husband let out a deep groan. “Ride me harder, Duchess,” he urged, his tone husky with need. “Gimme that sweet pussy.”

My nipples tingled at his words.

I loved John’s dirty mouth. Sex with my man was beautiful, fun, and so damned good that I couldn’t get enough of him.

His big, thick cock powered up into me, and I let out a whimper as he filled me over and over again until I thought I’d explode.

A thumb hit my clit, and I cried out as every nerve ending came to life. John suddenly jackknifed to a seated position, pressing hard on my clit. He buried his face in my neck and began to thrust harder, grunting every time he pushed into me.

I could feel him everywhere, inside me, on my skin, inside my pussy, and in my soul. John Stone never stopped making my butterflies come alive, and I loved the intimacy between us.

Moaning again, he bucked his hips frantically.

---