Page 46 of Jack's Devotion

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm never getting you pregnant again."

"Liar."

She's right. I am a liar. I said the same thing when she went into labor with Maggie. And again with Gabe. But I can't keep my dick out of my wife. She begs me to breed her and it drives me fucking crazy. How is a man supposed to resist his pretty little wife begging him to fuck his baby into her? He can't. It's impossible.

But I'd take the pain for her in a heartbeat if I could. Her life is supposed to be painless. That's what I promised her—perfection. I try like hell to give it to her. Every damn day, I try.

And she's happy. Christ, she's so damn happy. She doesn't think about her prick of a father anymore. No one really does. He faded to obscurity as soon as his cell door slammed behind him. If he ever sees the light of day again, he'll be too damn old to enjoy it. And too broke to cause a single problem for anyone.

His future is a tiny cell with cinderblock walls and trading Ramen packets for cigarettes now. And hers? Hers is her company. It's me. It's our kids. It's the whole goddamn world. Exactly like she deserves.

"You owe me one more," she says, squirming in pain. "Another girl."

"You already gave me a girl, Madison. No more."

"One more," she whimpers. "Please, Jack? Maggie needs a sister. She can't be the only girl. She'll be lonely."

Ah, dammit.

"One more," I growl, brushing my lips across hers. "Just one."

"If it's a girl."

I laugh quietly. "How the fuck are you the one in labor, negotiating for more kids? You're supposed to be swearing off ever having another right now."

"Swear off your babies?" She looks at me like I've lost my damn mind. "Never, Jack."

I grin, leaning down to kiss her again.

She digs her nails into my arm, moaning in pain.

"Fuck. Walking faster," I mumble, picking up the pace.

"Yes, please."

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