Trace knew she was close the second Keegan made contact.
And the little imp didn’t think it was possible.
“Please…”
Trace lowered his gaze to her nipples and fucked her sweet body as hard as he dared. Perhaps in the future they could experiment with a deeper level of dominance that would make her hum, but for now he wanted to hold himself in check enough to ensure she stayed with him.
Apparently he was successful because Melinda’s mouth fell open and she yelled his name as she came.
Her pussy gripped his cock so tightly his orgasm ripped through him on the heels of her own. The pulsing of his cock lasted longer than it should have, the milking of her pussy coming with more force than usual.
When he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, he dropped to his elbows, allowing her to take some of his weight. He watched her face closely, catching the exact moment when she focused on him once again and let a smile spread across her lips. “Can we do that again?”
The woman was amazing.
She was also going to be the death of him. Him and Keegan.
It was the kind of death he would relish and cherish. The death of his old life. The birth of this new existence with the most important two people in his world.
Epilogue
Six months later…
Melinda lowered herself onto her belly and propped her body up on her elbows, the thick carpet padding her. “Whatcha got there, McKenna?”
The baby sitting in front of her, wobbling precariously on her little tush, held up her doll as if she’d understood the question perfectly.
“Is that your baby?”
McKenna giggled and shook the doll by the hair.
“Gentle. Not so rough.” Those words came from Rebecca, who flopped down on the chair next to Melinda.
Melinda giggled to match McKenna. “You think she understands that? She’s barely six months old. I’m not sure she even knows the difference between a doll and a tank yet.” Melinda reached out and tickled the baby, making her face light up and her body sway to one side.
As she wobbled back to a less precarious center, she dropped the doll and reached for Melinda’s face.
Melinda made a huge fuss out of pretending to chomp on the little girl’s fingers with her lips. “Yum yum yum.”
“Whatever you say, but she needs to learn how to treat that doll nicely, or her brother will spend the first year of his life having his eyes poked out.”
Melinda heaved herself off the floor, scooped up the bundle of happiness, and sat in the rocking chair to snuggle her closer. She still had that fantastic baby scent that drove anyone mad with the need to nuzzle her neck.
She spoke in a singsongy voice to the baby. “You’d never do that to your brother would you sweet thing?”
McKenna’s cheerful face almost made Melinda believe she actually did understand every word and considered Melinda’s advice ludicrous. She fully intended to make her brother’s life a living hell to mark her territory at his unwanted arrival.
“I can’t keep a straight face every time I think about you pregnant again.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Don’t judge.”
“But you were so insistent. You had like six weeks with your mates before you got pregnant the first time. How many weeks did you have this time? Seven?”
Melinda scrunched up her face and groaned. “Gah. Don’t remind me. And since I spent six of those weeks recovering, it was really more like one.”
“Yikes. Didn’t think about that.”
“Trust me. I did. It wasn’t even long enough for Griffen and Miles to consider me recovered enough to let loose.”
“And you did this why?”
“I’m a masochist?” Rebecca laughed and then she shrugged. “It’s really hard to deny those two anything. Hell, maybe I was chicken.”
Melinda furrowed her brow. “I’m not following.”
“I’ve been pregnant nearly the entire time I’ve known them. Have you noticed how they look at me when I’m pregnant?”
“Honey, I’ve never seen them look at you not pregnant, because I had to blink.”
“Ha ha. What I mean is that they clearly adore me in this condition. Round seems to be attractive to them both. I guess a part of me is frightened they won’t ever look at me with quite the same level of affection when I’m skinny and flat.”
Melinda gasped. “You can’t really believe that?”
Rebecca shrugged, toying with the hem of her maternity shirt. “It was a reflex decision. Can’t take it back now.” She smiled. “And I’d never want to. I just pray these two hooligans will be the best of friends since they won’t even be a year apart.”