EPILOGUE 2
“Fuck,” I groan as I look down at our Cherub, unable to tear my eyes away from the way she’s swallowing my cock.
I’m kneeling on the bed of Room Twenty, her arms secured behind her back and our collar around her neck. Perfection; pure fucking perfection. It’s the only way to describe our woman.
She moans around my length as Bedlam’s grip on her hips hold her steady, his cock stretching her soaking wet pussy. I can see the way the muscles of his neck are strained from holding himself back from slamming upward into our woman and fucking her hard.
All because Scope is teasing her.
“If you don’t fill her ass with your cock, I’m just going to pound her pussy and leave you the fuck out, Scope,” Bedlam growls the words at our brother, and I swear Heather moans around my cock in agreement.
Scope smirks and then starts to sink into Heather’s ass. Slowly. So fucking slowly.
Fucking hell.
Heather’s fists clench as she tries to push back against Scope, but the grip Bedlam has on her won’t let her move. She makes a keening sound in the back of her throat that feels like fucking heaven on my dick, but is pure frustration directed at my brothers.
I chuckle under my breath because she’s going to be pissed about this later and lay into Scope about it. We’re on a fucking mission and while this night isn’t about putting our next baby in her belly, it sure as fuck is the goal we’re not talking about.
We’ve been actively trying for a few months now. It was clear the whole thing was starting to stress Heather out. I think she expected to get pregnant right away considering the last time we weren’t even trying when Rain came along.
Now we are trying and no amount of reassurance or telling her to relax and let it happen has worked.
That’s why we’re here for a night in Room Twenty. We need to pull our woman out of her head and give her some room to fucking breathe.
My parents were more than happy to take Rain for the night. They adore her. Hell, I’m sure if given the chance, most of the club would have fought over babysitting the club princess. She’s doted on by everyone and she soaks it right the fuck up.
It’s adorable and maddening because she might be young still, but she already has a great vocabulary and is ready to argue her point to anyone and everyone about a whole number of things, but mostly when she’s not getting her way.
Scope sinks deep inside of our girl until she’s filled with cock in all her holes. I swear she sighs in relief.
“You ready for us to fill all your holes with our cum,” Scope growls.
Heather moans and a shiver rolls up and down my spine as the sound vibrates against my cock. My balls are already drawing up tight against my body and I know I’m going to be the first to blow. Her mouth is just too good.
As we start to move, I share a look with my brothers, and I know we’re thinking the same thing. This is it. We’re putting our baby inside of our woman tonight.
Heather is a writhing mess as Bedlam and Scope work together, filling her at the same time and then alternating, never letting her body know what is going to happen next. I can feel our woman’s pleasure like a physical thing. It grows and tightens, teetering on the edge, but not toppling over.
Not yet.
When I can’t hold off anymore, I grip Heather’s hair and hold her steady as I fill her mouth with my cum. She swallows it greedily and it’s all I can do not to collapse on to the bed. I can’t. Not yet. Not until she gets off.
“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Please. More.”
They fuck her harder and faster, filling her at the same time, stretching her and making it burn. It’s a claiming, a reminder of who she belongs to.
I help to hold our woman steady and start to play with her nipples, pinching and twisting them until she’s calling out how close she is. She barely gets the words out of her mouth before she detonates. I swear the woman fucking sparkles as she comes.
It’s an intense and wild thing that is barely tamed and hot as hell.
It only takes two more strokes before Bedlam and Scope push inside of her as deep as they can go, their groans are loud in the room as they fill her up. The satisfied smile on Heather’s face has my heart soaring. There aren’t any more worry lines on her face.
That’s all we wanted. We just needed her to relax.
“I love you,” our woman’s words are murmured and a little slurred, but we hear her just fine.
“Love you, Cherub,” I whisper against her lips as I steal a kiss.
My brothers are right there to do the same, rearranging her so she’s snuggled on the bed as her wrists are undone and we give her body the care it needs as her mind floats. We’ll always give her what she needs. Always.
Now we just need to wait and see if tonight was the night that we gave her what she wants most of all. I don’t blame her for wanting to grow our family. Rain might be a princess, but she’s fun and brings so much light and life to our world. But we can’t let our wife stress herself out about it.
Life will come as it should. It has so far, and we just need to continue to trust it.
Even if we don’t have more kids, we have a damn good life filled with love, loyalty, and a club that will always have our back.
It’s more than some people have and it’s enough for us.
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