Rhys

“Ride me hard, angel,” I growled as I shifted Macy so she was straddling me.

She huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at me. “Not until you put on a condom, Rhys.”

“No,” I snapped. “I hate those things, I can’t stand having anything between us.” I almost blurted out that she could already be pregnant again. I’d tried to wait a few months, but I hated those fucking condoms and every time she talked me into wearing one, I ended up tearing it off anyway. Besides, I was bound and determined to knock up my wife again. Watching her grow with our child had been a huge fucking turn on. I had no complaints about her elevated sex drive either. On top of that, Clara, our three month old, was the smartest, most beautiful little girl in the entire world. I couldn’t wait to have another baby.

However, instead of saying all that—wisely, I’m sure—I grabbed her ass and jerked her forward so her pussy ground against the underside of my cock. I sat up and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. They were incredibly sensitive from feeding our little one and she cried out, rocking harder against me. I licked at the liquid leaking from her gorgeous tit and then switched to the other one and gave it the same treatment.

She shivered and moaned, her hands diving into my hair and holding me in place.

Letting go of her nipple with a pop, I straightened and kissed the spot just below her ear before purring, “Do you want to come, angel?” I used just the tip of my finger to trace circles around her hard little peaks while putting hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and over her shoulder.

“Please!” she begged.

She didn’t resist this time when I lifted her and plunged her down on my thick cock. We cried out simultaneously at the delicious friction.

“Yes!”

“Fuck!”

I thrust up hard, going incredibly deep. “You feel so perfect, baby. Like silk.” Laying down on my back again, I gripped her waist. “Ride me,” I commanded again, then lifted her and yanked her back down.

She immediately took over the rhythm, rising up slowly, before dropping down hard and fast. I cupped her tits, alternating between squeezing them and twisting and plucking her nipples. Her pussy was drenched and I watched my cock appear, shiny with her arousal, and then slide in easy, going so deep I felt my piercing bump her cervix.

Wild instinct eventually took over and I grabbed her ass, holding tight as I bucked up when she fell. Her tits were bouncing, her head was thrown back making her fiery hair cascade down to tickle my hands, and her plump lips were open as she screamed with pleasure.

“Fuck! Macy!” I roared on the next drive up, burying myself completely inside her and releasing burst after burst of come deep in her womb. Still hard, I kept thrusting wildly until we both came again and I filled her full of my seed.

She dropped down to my chest, panting and practically boneless. I was in much the same condition and could only muster enough energy to lift my head and kiss the crown of hers.

I was drifting off when a loud smack sounded and a stinging pain radiated through my pec.

“That was cheating, you jerk.”

I grinned and shrugged. “Whatever it takes, angel. Whatever it takes.”

The sound of gurgling and sweet baby babbling came through the monitor on the nightstand next to us.

“She’s hungry,” Macy murmured.

“Stay here,” I said, bussing her forehead and shifting her off of me. I grabbed my jeans from where they had landed on the floor earlier and detoured into the bathroom to clean up. I took a warm wet rag over to Macy and did the same for her. After tossing it in the hamper, I went through the connecting door to the old guest room that was now a pink and yellow nursery.

Clara was wiggling on her back, her arms and legs flailing. When I leaned over the crib to pick her up, her emerald eyes sparkled and she gave me a big toothless grin.

“Hey there, ginger baby,” I cooed, running a hand over her bright red fuzz. She immediately went in search of something I couldn’t give her and I laughed as we walked back to the master bedroom. Clara squealed and reached for her momma once she caught sight of her. I lowered her into Macy’s arms, then climbed onto the bed to hold them both while she nursed.

“Lucky kid,” I mumbled. “She gets to suck on your tits all throughout the damn day.”

Macy laughed and shook her head. “Not for lack of trying on your part. I was supposed to get a chapter written while she was napping today,” she grumbled.

“Are you complaining?” I smirked.

“No,” she admitted. “But don’t think you’ll get any sympathy from me when Kassidy comes out here to kick your ass because I was late with this manuscript.”

I chuckled and kissed her temple. I had a habit of taking a long break during “nap time” and coming home to fuck my wife. More and more, I was working from home anyway. I hated being away from my girls.

Macy was well into the third book of her series. When book one released it was an incredible success and Harbor House had already contracted with her for two more standalone books. I was so damn proud of her.

“I’ll be good tomorrow,” I promised.

“Yeah, right,” she said under her breath, but there was humor in her tone.

I couldn’t help thinking about the life I’d had before Macy. It had been mostly empty. I was simply going through the motions of life. Now, I had more than I could have ever dreamed of. A successful, smoking hot wife, a gorgeous baby girl, and I’d reconnected with old friends. My life was so full it was exploding with happiness.

I’d played the game and come out a winner.