His Lovebug

Chapter 1

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MATTHEW “COLT” COLTRANE

I was on the hunt for pretty prey.

Somewhere in our house, my wife—it wasn’t official yet, but soon —was hiding, waiting for his big beast of a husband to find him. I stepped quietly across the floor in my bare feet. The silence of the second-floor hallway was foreboding and eerie, but it wasn’t me who should be worried.

No.

I was the predator, and when I found Quin, I was going to ravish him and mount him and breed him full until he was overflowing, and his body would have no choice except to do what I wanted—grow my baby.

“Where are you, my pretty princess?” I growled loudly, so that no matter where he was on the second floor, he could hear me.

Thump .

I grinned. Ah, there you are. I followed the sound that carried from our bedroom and paused at the doorway. Inside, everything seemed undisturbed. Our bed, freshly made from this morning. The light aroma of apples filled the space, and I took a moment to inhale the scent, which had become Quin’s favorite candle over the last month.

“Wifey, are you in here?” I sang, the corner of my mouth curling upward in triumph when a small chuckle came from the walk-in closet. Got him. I crept quietly across the room, closing the distance between me and the closet, then stopped right in front of it. I danced my fingers over the width of the wooden door before I finally knocked.

I could hear his sharp inhale from outside, and the sound made me feel like the Big Bad Wolf. “Where, oh where, could my baby be? Is he...?” I yanked open the door, and he screamed, laughing loudly as he shot out from the closet and tried to duck under my arm. “Here he is!” I looped my arms around him and heaved him off his feet, spinning him in a circle, drawing giggles and squeals from him. “I got you, and now I’m going to ruin you.”

His red dress with white polka dots swirled around his knees as I spun him, and he kicked, his bare heel hitting me on the thigh close to my balls. I dropped him when he continued to flail, not wanting to risk a blow to a more precious area as the pain from his first hit throbbed.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Matt. Are you okay?” He turned to me, eyes wide with concern. His dark bangs swished in front of his face and he brushed them aside so he could stare up at me. His long brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun, the looseness a sign of how relaxed and at home he was here.

I took a moment to appreciate the delicate lines of his face. His Adam’s apple was a little bump on his throat that I loved to kiss. His cute button nose was one of my favorite parts of him, but then, I adored his long natural eyelashes, faint freckles, supple cock-sucking lips, and pretty hazel eyes, too.

His beauty was a gut punch that nearly brought me to my knees every time.

And yes, Quin preferred to be called him , and that didn’t change, even when other words he used to describe his body did. But if he ever wanted to be called something else? Well, it wouldn’t be a problem because I love him. His happiness is always my top priority.

But today we were playing one of our favorite games, where I hunted and chased him, and he ran, and when I finally caught him, I threw him on the nearest flat surface and took advantage of his asshole—or as we called it, his pussy.

I smirked, a spark of heated desire igniting the coiled pleasure in my stomach. I took a step toward him.

He answered with a step backward, eyes sparkling knowingly.

“Come here, Princess.”

“No,” he murmured.

Oh. Is that how you want to play it today? Fine.

“Wife, come here.” I held out my hand, an undercurrent of excited electricity tingling in the tips of my fingers.

His grin turned mischievous. “If you want me, Husband, you need to catch me first.” Then, he was off again, ducking past me in a way he’d perfected over the last month or so. He was quick on his feet. While I had bulk, he was slender and agile, and even though I went to snatch his arm, I missed him, and he darted out of the bedroom.

His tinkling laughter filled the hallway, and I shook my head, a warmth spreading in my chest that I’d never felt with any of the women I’d been with before Quin. He was more than just my fiancé; he matched me in a way others hadn’t in the past. He fought against me when he needed to, but he also went along with whatever game we’d decided to play. He was good at rolling with the metaphorical hits. Our relationship hadn’t begun in the most innocent way—with my manipulation—but we’d grown from it. I had plans to make up for the past.

I wasn’t a cruel man, or at least, I tried not to be to him—my wife.

Being with Quin gave me an opportunity to think about my life. His softness was exactly what I’d been craving in a partner, and his sweetness had brought with it the realization of what I’d been missing in my childhood. I grew up with my father and my younger brother, without an ounce of feminine touch. Our mother left, and I barely remembered her name, let alone her face. Dad never talked about her, and we never asked. Instead, we grew up steeped in masculinity that involved silence and hunting, until my old man keeled over from a heart attack.

My relationship with my brother wasn’t any better.

We didn’t talk much, and when he came over, it was to do something spiteful, like fuck my ex-wife. Bethany had enjoyed every second of cheating on me, and she hadn’t apologized for it. I hadn’t expected the betrayal from her, whereas it was a regular thing for Jackson. I didn’t know why he hated me, and I’d never cared to ask.

I shook my head. I hadn’t told Quin anything about my brother yet, and hell, we didn’t talk much about my past at all, but I didn’t want the shit I’d lived through to be an excuse. I liked what I liked, and what I wanted was a wife at home, pretty in a dress and taking care of me. A wife and a future mother.

Quin played the part with enthusiasm.

“Are you coming to find me or not, you big brute?” Quin’s voice echoed through the upper floor, and I laughed, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Are you ready for me, Princess?”

“I’m always ready for you, Daddy.” More snickering. “Come have your way with me. I’ll make you very happy, I promise.”

“I have faith you will, Wifey.” I stepped out of the bedroom and stared around. “Where are you?”

He chuckled, and the sound came from farther down the hallway, near one of the guest bedrooms that used to be his. “Come on, Matt. Husbands who do the work get the rewards.”

I snorted and shook my head. Over the months we’d been together, Quin had grown confident. We’d found a balance, where he was both my doting wife and partner while also giving the advice I needed. He wasn’t afraid to pull me back into line when I stepped over it, and I was grateful.

I began to slink down the hallway, tapping my fingers on the wall. “Baby Girl, come out, come out wherever you are.”

Another thump .

I turned in time to see Quin shoot out from the bathroom on the right. He raced down the length of the hall, and I chased him, his joy filling the space as he reached the stairs and took two at a time. I was right behind him and managed to get him before he could make it to the living room.

He screamed and struggled again, and I squeezed his ass before throwing him over my shoulder as if he weighed nothing. There was a reason I lifted weights—for moments like this.

“Matt, put me down!” He slapped my back, a massage more than anything, and laughed even harder.

I gave him a good, hard smack to the right asscheek through his dress. Was there anything more satisfying? The noise vibrated around us and went straight to my balls. My cock strained against my underwear and pants, bursting to get out and show Quin what I really wanted to do to him.

“I won’t.” I tilted my head to nip at his hip through his dress, and he squealed. “Instead, I’m going to bend you over this couch and eat out your pretty pussy, then fuck my cock deep into you until I’ve overfilled you with my cum.” I lowered my voice, tone teasing but also hungry for everything he had to offer. “Then, I’m going to stay inside you until I know your body has no choice but to take my seed and plant a baby in it. How does that sound, Baby Girl? Can I breed your tight pussy until your belly is swelling with your husband’s baby?”

He shuddered and a moan slipped from him. “Yes please, Husband. Please. Breed me. Knock me up.”

“Yeah?” I grinned, the pleasure in my stomach blooming until it had grown into a monster, overtaking every sense in my body. I was created for the sole purpose of making Quin mine and destroying him for everyone else. No other man would ever get the pleasure of being with him again. He belonged to me in every way, and the day I made him my wife—or in the eyes of the law, husband —would be the best day of my life.

I dropped his feet back onto the floor and cradled his face, caught between being both rough and gentle with him, wanting nothing more than to wreck him but also treasure him. He was my wife, princess, and baby girl, but Quin was also my dirty little slut.

I crashed my lips against his, eating his mouth with an appetite for more. He tasted and smelled like raspberries. A whimper leaked from him, a bitch in heat. I couldn’t get enough. Wanted more. So much fucking more.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Motherfucker,” I hissed.

He moaned and grabbed my face with his petite hands, holding my mouth against his. “Ignore it,” he whispered desperately, nipping at my bottom lip. He whimpered and mewled, shoving in farther until there wasn’t any way for him to physically get closer to me. “Please, Daddy, they don’t matter. I want you so bad. Need you to fuck me.”

A shiver swept down my spine and my cock gave a demanding jerk, ready to please him. “Yes, Baby Girl. Anything you want.” I pressed another urgent kiss to his mouth, and his sobs grew, but the knocking at the door didn’t go away. It only became louder, to the point that I was past frustrated and more annoyed.

I sighed and extracted myself from Quin, and he jutted those strawberry pink lips at me. I wanted to devour that Cupid’s-bow mouth forever.

“Matt,” he whined, reaching down to cup himself through his dress. “It’s probably just a salesperson.” He pouted, and the smudged lipstick that had snuck outside the lines made him even more delectable. “Ignore it.”

As much as I wanted to, I didn’t, but only because it could be something for Derek, my boss. I hadn’t received any calls from him, but our business didn’t track like a normal company, so I gave Quin a gentle kiss on the mouth again and touched my forehead to his. “I’ll be right back, Lovebug. Stay here.”

His pout deepened, but he didn’t stop me as I strode toward the front door.

“I’ll go freshen up,” he said, then skipped back up the stairs.

Hell. I rearranged my cock in my pants, not quite caring what the person on the other side saw. They’d interrupted my fun time with my wife, so if they spotted my hard-on, I didn’t give a shit.

I yanked open the door and froze when the man on the other side turned. He’d been standing with his back to me, but even before he’d spun my way, I knew who it was. Seeing his face only cemented it.

He’d always been softer around the edges than me. While I went through life with a hard attitude, he used charisma. He was smooth faced and handsome, with a sharp jaw and the same short brown hair I had, but while I’d inherited Dad’s brown eyes, he’d been born with the brightest blue, another attribute to lure people in.

Jaw tight, I glared. “Jackson.”

Jackson grinned, blasting me with a winning smile that charmed most people. “Hey, big brother. Care to invite me in?”