“Kenneth, have you seen Bailey?” I shouted as I made my way back to the farmhouse as the sun was setting.

“Yeah, he’s with Scotty,” he called back.

“Over in the studio?”

“Yup!”

Scotty was Terry’s mate. He’d been away visiting family, doing his best to patch things up with them, which I thought was probably futile. Scotty was a Vanderton, and after what had gone on between their family and our pack…well, let’s just say I wasn’t hopeful for a resolution.

Scotty loved to paint, and his interest had only grown since coming to the farm, so we’d built a barn on the property and sectioned off a chunk for him to use. The rest of the barn still had some work that needed to be done, but it was enough for us to store things in and keep them out of the weather.

I nodded to Kenneth and Schuyler as I made my way over to the barn and around to the back door. Inside, Scotty was hard at work on his easel, adding some touches to the sunset on the landscape painting he’d begun of the farm. As far as I could tell, it was done, but I’m no artist.

Scotty was reclining in a chair watching him work. “Hey, babe,” I said as I came up beside him and ran my fingers through his blond locks.

“Hey, there,” he said, smiling up at me. My eyes immediately went to his beautiful baby bump. Our cub wasn’t even born yet and I was already feeling like a proud father. “How’s my baby boy?” I asked him, reaching down and stroking his belly.

“You’re so sure it’s a boy, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I sure am,” I told him.

“But how?”

“The same way you knew you were pregnant,” I told him. “I just know.”

“He’s hoping,” Scotty chimed in from the easel.

“So what if I am?” I countered. “You got your baby boy.”

I nodded to Fletcher, his son, who was six months old, making an absolute mess of Scotty’s brushes that had fallen to the floor.

“Yeah, don’t you think it’s time we get some more feminine energy around this place?”

“I think you have enough for everybody,” I joked. “Fletcher, are you determined to destroy those?”

Fletcher turned and looked at me, his eyes wide. I stared at him, waiting to see what he’d do. Of course he burst out giggling and almost toppled over in the process. Nothing seemed to bother Fletcher, he was just one of those kids, and aside from being an absolute nightmare when it came to wrecking everything Scotty owned, he never got himself into any terrible trouble.

“Don’t harass my son!” Scotty joked, mixing paint on his palette.

“Hey, I’m standing up for you here,” I laughed, grabbing a few of the brushes that still had bristles on them and setting them on the table. I turned to Bailey and leaned down to kiss him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah?” he asked mischievously. He didn’t have to check the bulge in my pants to know what I was after. A long day on the farm had my blood pumping, and his pregnant physique had my testosterone flowing and my dick doing double duty whenever he was in the mood.

Thankfully, he was feeling basically the same way. Whatever hormones were racing around in his body had him turned on throughout the day, but growing another life inside him was also very tiring, so evening sex was pretty much out. And that was why I’d made sure to come get him now, before the sun went down.

“Oh, yeah,” I smiled, taking his wrist and helping him to his feet. “I’m taking him away from you, Scotty.”

“That’s okay,” Scotty chuckled, waving over his shoulder as we made our way to the door. “You two have fun.”

“Oh, we will,” I assured him as we stepped outside.

“Mmm, you’re nice and sweaty,” Bailey said as we walked to the house. He leaned over and buried his nose in my armpit and inhaled deeply. “I love the way you smell.”

“You don’t want me to shower then?” I asked, holding the side door open for him.

“Oh, no,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let’s get even more sweaty. Then we can shower.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We waved to Preston, Kenneth and Terry as we passed quickly through the living room on our way to the back of the house. As soon as our bedroom door was closed behind us, we were all over each other.

Bailey opened his mouth wide to kiss me, and I pressed my tongue into his mouth as I tugged off his loose flannel shirt to give me a better view of his beautiful pregnant body.

“God, I love your curves,” I groaned, running my hands all over him. The button on his loose pants popped open easily and they fell to his feet, exposing his completely naked body before me. I felt my cock jerk and start to fill with blood as I looked down at his, which was already on its way to being fully hard.

“You do?” he asked me.

I nodded. “You’re carrying my baby,” I cooed, kissing his neck and moving my way down to his swollen chest.

“You like my body like this?”

“I love it,” I told him, running my hands over his baby bump. “You’re just so fucking sexy.”

My jaw clenched as my cock swelled to its full potential. Quickly, I snatched my belt buckle and let my pants down, releasing my erection. Bailey caught it as it fell out of my boxers, gripped it with both hands, and started to stroke it. I groaned and wrapped my lips around his nipple, admiring the beautiful chest that he’d developed throughout his pregnancy—a chest that would feed our baby when he, or she, arrived.

It was so sensual, so primal. This was what it was all about—starting a family together, being in love, creating a bond so strong that nothing could ever break it. Every time my lips touched his, I felt possessed by the power between us. Every curve, every luscious blond curl, the way his scent penetrated my being when I sniffed the air. Every time I walked into the bedroom it was like stepping into Heaven.

Bailey had grown extra submissive as the months had gone on, and before I could react, he was down on my knees taking me into his mouth. I moaned and tilted my head back to the ceiling as he started to suck me. He’d been practicing his deep-throat technique and took a deep breath as he took my entire length down his throat, not stopping until his nose pressed against my abs.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You are so talented.”

He pulled back, leaving my cock extra sloppy and covered with spit. He reached up and began to caress it with one hand, then gripped it by the base and began slapping himself in the face with it. It was something he’d started recently, and he absolutely loved it.

“So big,” he moaned. “Mmmmm.”

“Suck it, baby,” I told him, gripping a fistful of his hair and forcing him down on my dick again. He opened his mouth eagerly and accepted it. I held his head tightly and began face-fucking him, not too hard, but enough to show him I was in control. He loved it.

His hands free, he reached down and began to jerk himself, cradling his balls in one hand as I fucked his mouth. It turned me on to see him pleasuring himself like that, and I’d even just watched him jerk off to completion recently before having my way with his ass. We were a couple of degenerates when we were together, neither of us even remotely shy around the other anymore.

Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his dick and I watched as he caught it and twisted his hand to spread the sweet juice around his shaft, lubing it up and making it easier for him to stroke himself.

I took my hands from his head and brought them to his plump chest. Wonderful, bountiful mounds filled with milk that would feed our child. But for now, his body was all mine.

I felt his moan against my cock and drove my cock deeper in his mouth. He opened and pressed closer, taking me all the way down into his throat. I felt the sticking point where my girth was almost too much for him, but he pushed on and took all of me.

“Fuck!” I gasped as an especially intense spark of pleasure sparked through me like a light bulb exploding.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, making the only noise he could with his mouth and throat full.

“Baby, I think I might come already,” I warned him as the pleasure grew. He turned his eyes up to mine and nodded. “Yeah? You want to taste it?”

“Mmmhmm!”

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the wave of pleasure and let myself explode.

“I’m coming!”