Page 30 of Wildcard's Wager

I scream when he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed.

I scream when he uses his mouth and fingers to send me over the edge.

I scream when he buries himself deep and pounds me into another orgasm.

“See the difference?” He asks as he pulls me into his arms.

An exhausted hum is all I can manage. So much screaming. I may not be able to talk in the morning.

“How are your pancakes?” I ask Colt, my voice still a little hoarse from the previous night.

“They’re the best!” Colt proclaims.

“Thank you,” says my dad, as he takes a seat at our table. “They are my secret recipe.”

“I thought they tasted like the ones you used to make,” I say. “You’re feeling better? You look good.”

“I feel great! Puma has handed the kitchen over to me, so I can earn my keep. Why is your voice all scratchy?” He gives a smug-looking Wildcard the side-eye.

“I heard some screaming coming from your room,” Viper says, sitting next to my dad. “I wonder why. Did you see a mouse or something?”

“Did one of your snakes get out?” Elina asks Viper from the table next to ours.

“Snakes?” I ask, with my fork halfway to my mouth.

“Max and I keep snakes as pets. The habitats are all in a locked room. The kids can’t get to them. And no, none of them have escaped.”

I glance at Wildcard, who shrugs.

I shudder at the thought of being under the roof with several snakes and make a note to push Wildcard to build us our house as quickly as possible.

“Spock, I need to talk to you about picking out a lot across the street. Want to build a house for Brigit and Colt.”

“The lot next to Puma is still available. Want it?”

“After breakfast, let’s go over there later and look? See if you like it?” Wildcard asks me. “We can go after breakfast. Why don’t you tag along?” He says to my dad.

Wildcard carries Colt across the highway, while my dad and I follow them.

“I don’t want you trying to cross without an adult,” Wildcard explains to Colt.

“This is dangerous,” I speak up. “Won’t the kids want to have access to the clubhouse? Or are they no longer hanging out there after the homes are built?”

“Puma’s putting in a tunnel under the highway. He won’t risk the kids getting hurt. He’d block off the highway if he thought he could get away with it. We’ll have a gated fence surrounding the property. Like we have around the clubhouse. We aren’t advertising that we own the homes, so the fencing will be different. More upscale. He’s planning on having trees andshrubs planted around the permitter to keep people from seeing inside.”

They’ve graded several acres of the land. Sticks with colored flags attached dot the landscape. Wildcard leads us toward the center and points out a series of purple flags. “This is where he’s building a park for the kids. They’ll have a jungle gym similar to the one behind the club, only larger.”

“Larger?” I sputter. “The one you have now is huge.”

“With Puma, bigger is better. Besides, he thinks the club will have more children and we’ll need the space. He isn’t wrong. After he found Alisa, the rest of us are doing the same.” Wildcard tugs me to his side. “He and Alisa are expecting. Chill and Hunter are trying. As are Dice and Avery. You know I want us to have more.”

I glance at Colt, who is watching us and listening to his father. When he mentions us having more children, his eyes widen. I want to shush Wildcard, but I’m also curious to know Colt’s thoughts about having a sibling or two. Or if Wildcard had his way, several.

“You’re going to have another kid?” He asks.

“We’re thinking about it,” Wildcard says. “Would you be against the idea?”

“That would be awesome!”

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