Page 54 of Iron Rogues: Vol 1

“You!” she shouted. “It’s yours! Can I come now?”

I positioned my cock at her entrance and grabbed her hips before driving my cock deep inside her, sheathing myself completely and bumping her cervix. “Fucking hell. Swear you’ve gotten tighter since I knocked you up.” I moved my hands to her belly and cupped the swell as I began to pump in and out of her slick heat. “So fucking good,” I groaned. “Love the way you take my cock so damn deep. That’s it, baby, squeeze me. Oh, fuck yeah.”

“More,” she wheezed, digging her fingers into my scalp. The slight bite of pain sent a zing of pleasure straight to my dick, and I had to work to force back my climax.

“My baby wants it rough?”

She nodded frantically and clenched her inner muscles, shattering my control. “Need you, Kye. Yes! Harder! Oh yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”

I couldn’t even if I tried. My hands slid over her silky skin, up to cup her tits, and I massaged the mounds as I thrust in and out of her. “Love these tits,” I rasped. “Gonna fuck ’em later. After I fuck your pussy raw.”

Dahlia arched her back, pressing her breasts into my hands as I tugged on her piercings, hissing when her inner muscles spasmed around my shaft. The beast inside me took over, and I pushed her back down before clutching her hips in a bruising grip. I yanked her back each time I slammed my hips forward. The sound of our sweaty skin slapping together heightened my raw need.

“Yes! Yes!” Dahlia threw her head back and clenched the sheets in her fists as she cried out.

“Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. Take it! Fuck my cock! Fuck, yes! Oh fuck!”

I slapped each ass cheek twice, then filled her one last time, going as deep as possible before my release whipped through me, and I roared her name.

The second my hot seed splashed into her womb, Dahlia screamed, and her pussy rippled around my member as orgasm rocked her body.

When I caught my breath and managed to think a little clearer, I held her against me as I maneuvered us onto our sides, staying connected with my dick sheathed inside her and my arms around her.

“Love you, baby,” I said softly. “Merry Christmas.”

“Very merry indeed,” she sighed with a giggle. “Love you, too, Kye.”

We lay there in silence for a while, enjoying the afterglow. Then Dahlia turned her head so she could look up at me. “I have one more present for you.”

I raised an eyebrow and waited, trying not to laugh at the adorable twinkle in her pretty green eyes.

“I had an ultrasound today. We’re having twins.”

EXTRA EPILOGUE

FOX

“Kye?”

I tore my eyes away from the little bundle in Dahlia’s arms and locked onto her green orbs. She looked exhausted and energized at the same time. “Yeah, baby?”

“I think Violet and Jett are ready to meet their little brother, Tryp.” She cocked her head toward the slightly open door to the hospital room. When I turned to look, Violet was creeping by with Jett at her heels. When they saw us watching, they froze like deer in headlights before squeaking and darting out of sight.

“That’s the third time they’ve moseyed by,” she told me with a giggle.

I chuckled at the antics of our almost five-year-old twins. They’d inherited their mother’s sass and penchant for finding trouble. But they were also full of love and felt incredibly protective over their younger cousins. I was sure they would be even more so with their younger sibling.

“Come on in, you two,” I called, my voice filled with amusement. “Meet your brother.”

The twins bounded into the room and raced over to the bed, but stopped suddenly when I shot them a warning glance. They watched as patiently as little kids could muster as I placed Tryp into his mother’s arms.

“I’ll put each of you on the bed with your mom–one at a time–and we’ll help you hold him.”

Their faces lit up, and Violet bounced on her toes, clasping her hands in front of her. “Really?” she breathed in awe. “We gets ta hold him?”

Their excitement was adorable, and warmth filled my chest as I thought about the family we were creating. And not just my old lady and our little ones. We were part of a bigger family, one that was thicker than blood and constantly growing. The clubhouse had become a family hangout with all the couples and kids running around.

I lifted Violet onto the bed and settled her right next to Dahlia, who carefully transferred the infant into our girl’s arms.