Silas’ mouth parted as he watched Jessa straddle him, her dark hair mussed and wild. Her breasts hung round and lush in front of him as she settled into place, gliding the folds of her pussy over his dick.

 

“Damn, girl.” His cock twitched as the head made contact with her clit. She sent him a sexy look. “You don’t mess around.”

 

“This is what happens when you make me wait a few days,” she purred out, rocking slowly against him. His cockhead butted up against the tight nub of her clit, which made her inhale softly every time it did.

 

There was nothing sexier than Jessa on top. And even though Silas had just come, his cock was hard as a rock again, eager for more.

 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, squeezing the tops of her hips. “If I ever need to punish you, just withhold sex.”

 

She laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”

 

“Too late.” He grunted as she rolled in a slow circle on top of him, her pussy leaving a damp trail over his groin. “I already know your weakness.”

 

Jessa’s head tipped back as he ran his hands up over her belly, cupping each heavy breast. “I think your boobs are growing.”

 

She sat up, eyes snapping open. “What?”

 

“They’re bigger.” He grinned wickedly. “Is that a side effect of being in love?”

 

Her cheeks flushed, though he couldn’t tell why. She seemed embarrassed, like having big boobs was anything to be embarrassed about.

 

“You must have thought about them enough to make them grow,” she finally said, but her usual spunk was dialed down.

 

He smoothed his hands over her chest. Maybe he’d made her feel self-conscious or something. “Hey. I loved your boobs before, and I love them now. Remember, I’m a dude; I love boobs no matter what.”

 

She cracked a grin. “I know.”

 

“As long as that’s clear.” He flexed against her, his cock coming dangerously close to slipping inside her. She inhaled sharply.

 

“Sit on it babe,” he implored her. “I know you want it.”

 

“I do,” she purred out, eyes hooded as she stared down at him. “It’s all I think about you know.”

 

“Obsessed,” he said, giving her ass a loud thwack. “I like it.”

 

“Only for you.”

 

“And hopefully for a long time,” he said, trying to make the words sound lighter than what he felt, “wifey.”

 

“Now it’s okay for you to call me that,” she said, lining up their parts. And then she sat on top of him, plunging his cock deep inside her velvety heat. His voice shriveled as his dick disappeared inside her.

 

“Yeah?” His voice came out edged with tension as she rocked back and forth on top of him, her breasts jiggling slightly. He wasn’t kidding about her tits – they really were bigger. Part of him wondered if it was because her period was about to start or something like that. And a deeper part of him wondered if maybe she was pregnant.

 

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what his laziness with condoms could lead to. But absolutely no part of him worried about that outcome because, if she got knocked up, he’d welcome it. She wasn’t putting up a fight either.

 

As she sank down on top of him, again and again, he felt his cock stiffen inside of her, prepping for another release. She was the only woman who could pull him to the precipice and push him over the edge multiple times in a day. Jessa was the kind of woman he couldn’t see himself getting tired of. And hell, they’d already gotten married. Why not try for forever, too?

 

He squeezed her boobs gently as she fucked him, enjoying the sweet interplay of sensation and fantasies about their future... If they had kids someday… Whether they’d favor Jessa or him... Continuing to learn things with Jessa, maybe even grow old with her.

 

Silas’ ass cheeks clenched as she jolted down hard against him, burying him to the hilt. Her fingernails scratched a path over his chest as she came, her pussy contracting around him, prompting his own release. He squeezed her ass cheeks so hard he thought he might bruise her as he filled her with his cum. Her head tipped back, an unearthly moan escaping her.

 

“Jeeesus.” Her chest heaved as she pressed her palms to his chest, staring down at him yet still somehow a million miles away.

 

He let a low whistle. “Damn, girl.”

 

She moved slightly, looking down to inspect their parts. “How do you have so much in you?”

 

He laughed as she dismounted, collapsing on the bed beside him. “Just call it my secret talent.”

 

“Not so secret.” Her fingers made lazy trails over the planes of his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “In fact, fairly well-known by now.”

 

He laughed, turning onto his side. He glanced over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. “Fuck, Jessa. It’s almost ten. I need to get moving.”

 

She sighed, burrowing into his embrace. “Fine. At least I took what I needed from you.”

 

“That’s sweet.” He bit at her neck. “Feel free to take what you need from me. Like a buffet. You’re married to a buffet table.”

 

She giggled. “Okay, I meant it slightly sexier than that.”

 

He planted one last kiss on her lips before rolling out of bed. He pulled his jeans on, belt clanking as he fastened it. She watched him, propped up on one arm.

 

“Your bed is comfier than mine,” she said, spreading a hand out over the soft brown comforter.

 

“I know.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have stayed here.”

 

He looked back at her. “Because you wanted to stay at your house. And if I’d have told you we’re moving into the clubhouse, you probably would have divorced me the day after the wedding.”

 

She sniffed, as though considering this for the first time. “Yeah. That’s probably right.”

 

He snatched a plain black T-shirt from a pile near the bathroom door, then pulled his hair up into a ponytail before giving her a quick kiss. “I’ll stop in and say hi when I can. Love you, babe.”

 

She returned the kiss, then melted back into the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. “Love you too.”

 

Silas hurried out of the bedroom, eager to touch base with the club brothers and get started on some errands. As soon as he came into the living room, Butch flagged him down. A majority of the brothers milled around, probably waiting for his late ass.

 

“Hey. You got mail.” He waved a small package in the air. “Or should I say, your old lady does.”

 

Silas arched a brow, taking the small plastic package from him. “Huh? She didn’t tell me she’d ordered anything.” He turned it over in his hands. “You guys, meet me for a briefing in five. I’m gonna go give this to Jessa.”

 

He hurried back to his bedroom, finding a smiling Jessa on the bed. “Back so soon?”

 

He waved the package in the air before he handed it off to her. “You got some mail. You didn’t tell me you were getting stuff sent to the clubhouse. I think this makes it your home now.”

 

Her mouth parted, eyes on the package in her hands. Then she jerked her gaze up to meet his. “Actually, this is for you.”

 

“Really?” He took it back from her, eyeing it suspiciously. “Why?”

 

“Because I wanted to get you a gift. Duh.” She rolled her eyes. “Now open it.”

 

“Yes, ma’am!” He smirked as he tore into it, excitement thrumming through him. When he found a small box wrapped in tissue paper inside, he looked back at her. “You really planned this.”

 

She didn’t say anything, just jerked her chin to the package as she brought her knees to her chest. He gently opened the small box, the white tissue paper fluttering to the bed.

 

A small leather jacket lay folded inside the box. He creased a brow, pulling the jacket out and unfolding it. It wasn’t doll-sized, but still, way too small for any human. Adult human, at least. When he looked at Jessa, her eyes were shining with tears.

 

“What is this…” he began, but then it clicked. He looked down at her boobs, then back up at her face. “Your boobs have something to do with this.”

 

She laughed, wiping away a spilled tear as she nodded. “Yes. Yes, they do.”

 

He studied the jacket again. “Jessa.”

 

“Silas.”

 

He set the jacket down, sitting on the bed beside her. He gathered her hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. “Are you pregnant?”

 

She nodded hard, more tears spilling out of her eyes. “I am. We’re gonna have a baby.”

 

He sat in stunned silence, a smile creeping across his face as the news sunk in. And then he whooped, pulling her into a hug.

 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He squeezed her tight, then thought better of it. “Oh, shit. I need to be careful. Fuck. Should we have had sex? Can the baby—”

 

“I think we’re fine, Silas.” She laughed through tears, pressing a kiss to his chin.

 

“When did you find out?”

 

“The day I was kidnapped.”

 

Silas’ brow furrowed. “And that didn’t… hurt anything?”

 

“I don’t know. I mean, I can’t know for sure until I go to the gyno. But I feel fine. Everything is still… the same. Pregnant. So, for now… all I can say is: we’re having a baby.”

 

They stared at each other for a long time, grinning and laughing.

 

“Fuck, I gotta tell the brothers.” Silas hopped to his feet, scratching at the side of his head. “We need to tell the world!”

 

“Babe, let’s wait. At least until we know that everything is fine.”

 

He nodded. “Yeah. Of course. That’s smart. That’s… Jessa, I can’t believe it!” He laughed again, rushing toward her. With her face in his hands, he kissed her over and over again.

 

“How am I supposed to go hold a meeting?” He pressed his tongue into her mouth. “I won’t be able to think about anything else.”

 

She grinned through another kiss. “And here I was afraid you might not be happy.”

 

“Babe, I’ve never been happier in my life.” He eased onto the bed beside her, pressing a soft kiss to the swell of her belly. “I can’t wait to see you get all fat and glowing.”

 

She buried her face in her hands. “All your fault.”

 

“I take full responsibility.” He nuzzled her low belly, warmth filling him. His whole world had changed the moment Jessa showed up. And even though it might not have always seemed like it, he saw now that the two of them had been on a collision course to happiness.

 

Had Stone known? The thought brought both sadness and wonder, frothing together inside him. If anybody could matchmake the two of them, it would be Stone. Father to Jessa, surrogate father to Silas… only he would have been able to predict that the two of them stood a chance.

 

Sure, Jessa’s safety had always been the priority, but what if Stone had seen something more? The chance to heal the rift between her and the MC; the family she’d grown up in, the family he’d brought her back to.

 

“I wish your dad could be here to share the news,” Silas whispered after a moment, drawing a circle around her belly button.

 

“I know,” she whispered. “I wish that too. Sometimes I think he was trying to set us up. Doesn’t it feel like that sometimes?”

 

Silas laughed because he’d just been thinking it, because she seemed to read him inside and out after so little time, because the two of them just felt so right together. He pressed another kiss to her low belly, looking up at her with watery eyes.

 

“If he did, this was the match of a lifetime.” He threaded his fingers through hers, nuzzling the soft skin covering their new baby’s home, emotion tightening his throat. “Because you’re the only match of my life.”