Page 131 of My Ex's Brothers

I know Richard has no plans to reverse his vasectomy. We’ve talked about it.

But I can’t deny I have a breeding kink of my own when it comes to watching that man with a baby. Thankfully for both of us, I have two boyfriends who are both chomping at the bit to claim the baby already growing inside of me, so I don’t think there will be any shortage of opportunities to explore either of our kinks.

Dane’s made it more than clear he wants kids. Plural.

Tripp was more than enthusiastic to jump on the bandwagon. And that was before any of us knew I was pregnant.

Richard drops onto the couch next to me with my daughter and throws his arm around my shoulder. I squirm between him and Tripp as Lyla crawls into the space between us, practically stepping on Richie’s groin.

“Fu—”

“Language, Richard,” Tripp taunts him, and I can’t help but laugh.

Soon enough, dinner is plated and ready and we all make our way into the dining room to eat. As a family.

Our lives are quite chaotic, especially since I found out I was pregnant. Richie’s retirement, Tripp’s impending graduation, me being a working mother with another baby on the way…

But no matter what happens in our day, we always make sure we sit down for dinner, together. I know our situation isn’t typical, but nothing feels more natural, more normal than these moments.

After dinner, I shove Dane out of the kitchen—much to his dismay—and Tripp and I do the dishes. Richie dries off the ones that can’t go in the dishwasher while Dane gets Lyla ready for bed.

Tripp kisses me as he heads for his bedroom to work on homework, leaving just Richard and me for the moment.

“So…” I flash my gaze up at him. “Can I see it?”

He grins, leaning over me, boxing me against the counter by the sink.

“See what, baby girl? You’re going to have to be a bit more specific,” he says with a smile before kissing my lips. My brain goes completely offline as he settles his hands on my hips and deepens the kiss.

I push him away lightly, my cheeks flushed. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his breathless kisses. “Your motorcycle,” I say. “Dirty old man.”

He chuckles, kissing me on the nose as he grabs my hand and leads me through the kitchen. “Absolutely.”

He leads me to the garage, and immediately upon entering, my eyes widen. The shiny, candy-apple red paint, the sparkling chrome…it looks like something out of a magazine.

“Richie, this looks amazing!” I say as I run my hands over the leather seat, over the smooth, cold metal.

“Maybe after you have this baby we’ll take a spin on it,” he says.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get over hearing him talk about my baby. The words sound really good coming out of his mouth.

“Or…” I turn around, leaning against the motorcycle as seductively as I can in the pencil skirt and blouse I’m wearing. “Maybe we could go for a ride here. Now.” I open my legs just the slightest, capturing his gaze.

“Mhmm,” he says, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he stalks toward me.

I can’t help but grin as he grabs me, picking me up by my ass cheeks and settling me on the seat. The motorcycle moves a hair, but with the kickstand up it feels solid enough. He settles between my legs, one hand holding my back while the other settles on the motorcycle itself.

“And just how do you want toride,baby girl?”

My hands find their way around his neck before I kiss him. I pull away for a moment, gazing up at him as I grab him by the hair and shove him with all my might. He only moves an inch, but between the shove and my thrust against his abdomen, I’m pretty sure he gets the picture.

“I’d like to ride your face, actually,” I say, and he groans. I grin, laying it on thick. “Please, Daddy?” I ask, and his searing kiss is all I need.

“What my baby wants, she gets,” he murmurs against my mouth before shoving my skirt up so roughly that the motorcycle shakes. I let out a gasp, bracing my hands on the metal, worried I’m going to fall over. He holds me with one hand while the other expertly tugs my panties down until they’re around my ankles, and then he pulls them clean off. I yelp and watch him sniff them in front of my face before he crumbles them in his hands.

“These are soaked, Mia.”

My cheeks flush, because I know they are. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve been horny as all hell.

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