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That’s all it takes. For him to slide into me in one long, claiming stroke, and I swear I feel every inch of him.

Damn, he stops short, not giving me his whole cock.

He keeps one hand wrapped around the root.

Still, he’s nice and thick. My body has to stretch to take him.

It’s a welcome intrusion, everything I ever wished for in fact.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so soft and tight. I wanted to lick a second orgasm out of you but you teased me into putting my cock inside you. You’re a naughty wife.”

“I’m just a desperately needy pregnant woman who craves my husband’s thick cock,” I tell him. “Good husbands tend to their pregnant wives. You’re gonna be a good husband, right babe?”

He starts to move slowly, keeping that hand in place to deny me a full thrust. His movements are controlled and deliberate.

One hand runs up my back to grasp my shoulder.

This is how he anchors my pregnant body for thrust after glorious thrust. He keeps his body weight all the way off by bracing on one knee.

His cock drags against everything inside me, thick and full.

I moan, low in my throat, as this sexy beast wrecks my world.

“You want another thrust, faster this time?” he asks. “You know that I’ll give you anything you want when you’re in my bed?”

“God, yes,” I whimper. “Fill me up, brand me with your cock, and make me yours.”

He groans, deep in his chest, and the sound makes my toes curl. His rhythm doesn’t falter, but he does make each stroke firm and forceful, just like I love. He stares at my belly, and one hand moves up to roll my nipple. His other hand drops off my shoulder so his strong fingers can circle my clit.

“No,” I scream. “I’m not ready to come.”

I do anyhow, because Ghost is an asshole when it comes to teasing my pregnant body. He’s convinced that prolonged sex will make me go into labor. I growl with frustration as this orgasm he built for me detonates. My whole body locks up, pleasure ripping through me and radiating outward.

“That’s a good wife,” he whispers against my skin. “Let me watch you come around my cock. Want me to come inside that pretty pussy of yours?”

I nod even as my orgasm continues to pulsate through my core. “Yeah, fill me with your cum. You know I love getting every drop of it.”

He comes inside me with a groan, still holding a fistful of cock with his hand.

Afterward, we both lay down together and I cuddle up to his side.

“You’re everything,” he says softly. “You and this baby. Everything.”

“You, me, and the baby, you mean. When it comes to things that are important, stop leaving yourself out.”

“What a fierce little mama you are,” he teases me gently.

I smile against his chest, because this man has become my whole world. I literally cannot fathom why women would have ghosted him. He’s my idea of perfect.

***

Ghost

After loving on my soon-to-be wife this morning, I came downstairs to a houseful of people.

Queenie and Brittany were on the way up with a breakfast tray for Heather.

Britt’s recovered from her ordeal, she’s still a bit unsteady on her feet so Queenie is staying with her and Tusk for another month or so.

I smile politely at them both. “Whatever you’ve got there smells amazing.”

Queenie preens a bit. “Bacon, eggs, and blueberry pancakes. We left you some covered in the microwave. Best get to it before Evan and Levi find your stash.”

I pick up my pace, calling out thanks over my shoulder. Thankfully, my breakfast is still there. I grab it and head out onto the porch. Rigs immediately hands me a cup of coffee.

By the time I’ve scraped my plate clean, and the kitten’s stolen a piece of bacon off the tray, I know I’ve delayed long enough.

The perimeter check isn’t about paranoia anymore.

It’s more of a ritual. I walk the gravel trail from the edge of the garage conversion to the tree line, my eyes scanning for movement.

Noting the angles of the tents, the line of parked bikes, the position of the fire pit—everything seems in order.

I don’t see anything that could be construed as a threat to my growing family, and that sets my mind at ease.

By the time I circle back around, the yard is humming with prep. More brothers have arrived. Tusk’s setting up the grill.

“The meat truck’s running late,” he tells me as soon as I’m within earshot.

Evan and Levi are in charge of the sound system.

“Hey!” Evan yells when he sees me. “Tell Levi that Country does not qualify as wedding music.”

Levi glares at his friend, “It does in Texas.”

“We ain’t in Texas now, cowboy,” Evan says.

I see Levi’s father, Tex standing beside the grill laughing at that.

“Did Heather make a playlist for the wedding?” I ask.

Levi answers sheepishly, “Yes.”

“Then button it up and follow her playlist.”

Tusk strolls over, wiping his hands on his pants.

“How are you holding up, brother?”

“Good. Just trying to make sure Heather’s special day doesn’t go sideways. I think I’ve covered all my bases.”

“You sound like you might have a checklist hidden away somewhere, Ghost.”

I just grin and tap the side of my head with one finger. “It’s all right here. I don’t need no fuckin’ checklist .”

Tusk studies me for a second. “You’re joking, right? ”

I shrug. “Heather deserves perfection. She’s not being a bridezilla or anything. It’s me wanting things to go well for her .”

“Because you rushed it?”

I meet his eyes. “Yeah, I rushed it, but more importantly I want everything to go well, because she’s worth the time and trouble.”

He nods. “Okay. I get where you’re coming from on that one.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, watching the chaos around us settle into order. One of Venom’s drones zips past overhead. He’s partly keeping an eye out for any trouble, but he’s also going to record the wedding ceremony for us.

***

I drift through the day, making sure every single thing is just the way it’s supposed to be. They cleared a path through the tall grass that winds from the back of the house down to the clearing where we held the spring bonfire last night that kicked off the festivities.

The aisle isn’t straight. It curves gently like a mountain trail, and that feels perfect for the occasion. No part of our story has been a straight line. The chairs are mismatched. Some are borrowed and others brought in by club families. But every single one is full.

When the time comes, I slide into that godforsaken custom-made suit of mine one more time and walk to the place where we’ll say our vows.

I stand patiently, waiting for Heather to make her appearance.

Tusk leans in beside me, his voice pitched low so as not to carry.

“You ready to see your blushing bride walk down the aisle to marry you?”

I don’t look at him, but my voice is steady. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

Tusk nods once, grinning. “Good,” he says. “Because here she comes.”

I glance down the aisle and there she is, stepping into view in all her glory.

Her arm’s looped through Siege’s, her other hand is resting gently on her belly.

The dress she’s wearing hugs her beautiful form.

It’s white and simple, strapless, with that necklace I gave her earlier catching the sun and dragging every eye to the hollow of her throat.

But I don’t care that every man here is looking at her because she’s walking towards me and she’s carrying our child. I am the luckiest man alive today. I’m getting a beautiful wife who loves me for me and a son to raise as my own.

THE END