I snagged a small box and tugged him into my en suite bathroom. Tossing my toiletries inside, I suggested, “Keep the orgasms coming, and you won’t ever have to worry about me having the energy to even think about going anywhere. It took everything I had to crawl out of bed this morning.”
Hack kicked the bathroom door shut and pressed my back against the hard surface. Keeping his lips over mine, he swallowed my cries when he slid his hand into my panties and made me come. Then I sat on the edge of the tub while he packed the rest of my bathroom stuff and oversaw the movers as they emptied my room. I still hadn’t fully recovered by the time they were done. Hack led me down to his bike, and I wrapped my arms around his body before we roared away from my past into my forever.
Epilogue Hack
One year later
“Barrett!”
Paisley’s shout had me streaking out of my office and upstairs into the bedroom, nearly hyperventilating. “Is it time?” I asked as I burst into the room, looking around wildly. There was a go-bag around here...somewhere. Where the fuck was the bag?!
“Don’t be silly,” Paisley giggled. “I’m not due for two months. Come here and feel the baby kick.”
I spun around to see my wife stretched out on the bed with her hands on her belly. My eyes did a quick once-over to make sure that there were no visible problems. Her breathing was steady, except for the sweet giggles that kept coming out of her pretty lips.
My heart rate began to slow, and I took a deep breath. Fuck. My brothers were right. I wasn’t going to be worth shit the day Paisley went into labor. Not that I’d ever admit to it and give them the satisfaction of getting me back for each time I gave one of them shit when their women were in labor.
I ambled over to the bed, hoping my calm demeanor would hide the fact that I’d been about to freak the fuck out a few seconds ago. Plopping down next to her, I smiled and placed a hand over her large belly.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice your little meltdown, Barrett,” she said nonchalantly as she picked up her phone, which had been lying beside her. Her attempt at a blasé attitude was ruined when she snorted as she tried to hold in her laughter.
“No clue what you’re talking about, baby. Anyway, you need me?”
“I always need you,” she remarked in a breathless tone.
And just like that, I was hard as steel.
“But that’s not why I called. Check this out.” She grabbed my other hand and placed it on the side of her stomach. Then she tapped her phone, and after a second, music started to play.
I winced at the upbeat, pop tempo and the sound of Justin Timberlake singing “Can’t Stop the Feeling.” Before I could ask why she was subjecting me to this shit, Lexi, our little girl, kicked my hand. I grinned and watched the little bumps as she moved and poked Paisley with her tiny feet. I frowned when she stopped abruptly, going completely still. “She okay?”
Paisley laughed, and I glanced up to see her waving her phone at me. That was when I noticed the music was no longer playing. She tapped the screen again, and almost as soon as the music started up again, Lexi went nuts, practically doing somersaults in her mother’s belly.
I was absolutely fascinated. My kid was brilliant, and she hadn’t even been born yet. I’d have to work on her taste in music, though.
Paisley turned off her phone when the song ended and graced me with her gorgeous smile. “I can’t believe she’s almost here, but I also can’t wait another second to hold her.”
Climbing onto the bed, I sat with my back against the headboard and carefully shifted her so she was resting between my legs, her back against my stomach. I gently dug my thumbs into the muscles around her neck and shoulders. She moaned and wiggled to get more comfortable, causing me to suck in a breath at the friction on my very swollen cock. “Magic hands,” she sighed.
“Is that so?”
“Yep. You’re extremely talented, babe.”
A wicked grin split my face, and I slid my hands down to cup her big tits and give them a squeeze. Then I glided one past her stomach and into her panties to cup her pussy. “Want to know what else my hands are good at?” I breathed softly before nipping at her ear.
She moaned as I plucked her nipple and drew my middle finger up her slit. Ever since she hit the third trimester, she rarely wore more around the house than loose, but tiny shorts and tank tops. I had no complaints about her wardrobe as long as we were home alone. Her lack of clothes made it even easier to fuck her whenever I felt like it. Although, it was more like whenever she demanded sex since her hormones made her horny all the time—which I had zero complaints about.
“I love how fucking wet you are whenever I touch you,” I groaned as her juices soaked my finger. The hand on her breast switched to twist and pinch her other nipple. “You’re hot as hell anytime, baby. But I have to admit, I’m gonna miss these big tits.” I dipped my digit into her tight channel, and she squirmed restlessly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep you knocked up so they’re always swollen and dripping with milk.” She cried out as I inserted another finger and curled them so they touched her most sensitive spot. Her hips bucked and pushed her sexy ass right into my groin. “Fuck,” I grunted. “I need to feel you riding my cock, baby.”
I shoved her shorts down and tore off her underwear, before whipping her shirt over her head. In a
