Epilogue
Summer
“Dad, can you pass the salad?” I ask.
“Let me get that for you,” he insists, carrying the large bowl. We’re visiting his father at his house in the city. They’re having a block party with all their neighbors. Some of them know Drake, and he talks to a couple of guys. The ladies keep eyeing my husband and I want to toss the salad on their heads. “How is my grandbaby?”
“Good and kicking like a ninja.” I rub my enormously large belly, feeling the sting of jealousy even though he hasn’t given me a reason for it.
Although we teased about having babies, what I didn’t know was that my mom had put me on birth control for six months right around the time she met Drake’s father. It was a shot that was experimental and that was because she didn’t want my stepfather to get in trouble should he have screwed me early if he couldn’t wait until I fleeced Drake. She was crazy. She wanted me to scam two men at once but didn’t want me to have a custody battle. It didn’t matter because as soon as the medicine wore off, I was pregnant and now I’m seven months pregnant.
“He’s going to be a strong little one.”
“I hope so,” I say with a half-hearted smile. My father-in-law gives me a one-arm hug around my shoulder and my husband’s eyes darken. He excuses himself before approaching.
“Hey, don’t be trying to steal my girl,” Drake growls, coming up beside us and sliding his arm around my waist.
“Always so jealous,” I say, trying to hide the fact that my heart was in my throat a moment ago when the girls with flat abs were watching my husband’s perfect body in his shorts and fitted tee that shows his sculpted muscles.
“There’s always someone trying to win you over,” he growls against my ear, biting down on it.
“Good, son. It will keep you on your toes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take this salad over to your new neighbor.” That’s when I see a young woman who is probably in her mid-thirties staring our way and then her eyes land on my father-in-law.
“Your dad isn’t trying to get in my pants and that’s silly of you to even think that.”
“I’m not talking about him. The guys were asking me who the hot pregnant woman was. They thought you were my dad’s wife. I lost it. I said you were mine and had to prove it.”
“Animal.”
“Damn right. I’m tempted to fuck you right here, but I’d hate for them to see a bit of your ass naked. The second we get home, I’m going to strip you bare and bend you over, eat that soaking wet pussy and then fuck you until you can’t stand.” He kisses my neck, biting down on it.
“Those women keep looking over here.”
“Oh, those are my dad’s neighbors. He kept trying to set me up with them, but I refused. They might be a bit jealous of my gorgeous wife. I hope you know you don’t have any reason to worry.”
“I just can’t help feeling like a big old.” He presses his hand to my mouth, covering it and sliding up against my body.
“Stop right there.” He stands behind me and grinds his thick, long, hard cock against my ass. “Only you do that to me. That round belly turns me on. My baby is growing in there. You’ve been bred by me. My heir is inside your sexy little body and if you keep talking that nonsense, I’m going to take you inside my dad’s house and wash your mouth out.”
“I just…”
“What did I say, Mrs. Daniels?”
“But I feel ugly,” I continue. Drake swats my ass.
“I guess you need a reminder,” I smirk, and he leads me into his father’s house, where I get a thorough oral punishment followed by a spanking and fucking for not believing how perfect my husband finds me. “Now, do you believe your former stepbrother?”
“You may have to remind me now and again.”
“With pleasure.”