“Your hot pink cunt is still cock hungry for me, after ten years.” Chain pumps into me as my pulse throbs between my legs.
I look down and watch his hips move, see the thickness of his dick moving in and out of me, and I feel like the luckiest girl.
“Starving.” I kid, as we move together until Chain is grunting, that vein in his forehead sticking out and I topple over into another blinding orgasm as he shoots me full of his incredibly effective seed.
As we come down, he slips out of me, going over to the kitchen in the cabin he rented for us to have a night away, and starts making mimosas—my favorite. I don’t get much time to drink them, unfortunately—in the ten years since we’ve been together, I’ve had seven kids, so most of the time I’m pregnant or nursing.
Chain is clearly working on baby number eight, but after this one, I think I’m done.
He’s the best father. We have three boys and four girls, and they drive me bonkers, but he never seems to get wound up by the diapers and laundry and chaos.
He reads to them every night, insists on taking them to school every morning, unless he’s away on club business—which is rare, because he practically gets panic attacks when he’s away from us.
He hands me the champagne glass and kisses my head as I sit up in the big bed, my boobs and hips a few sizes bigger than ten years ago, but I feel sexier than ever.
“Here you go, my princess.”
“Thank you, my King.”
He takes a sip, sits down next to me, and looks out the window. “You think the kids are okay? Maybe I should call…” He moves to set his glass on the nightstand and pick up his phone, but I set my hand on his arm.
“We’ve only been gone four hours. We have your mom, Ranger, Ruby, Killian, Daisy, Buzz…the kids are surrounded. Relax. They will call if they need us. We’re only gone for one night.”
He sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. I just worry.”
“You are a mother hen.”
He scratches his chest and empties his glass in one swallow, then coughs. “Fucking champagne. Stuff will kill ya. I’m drinking Jack from now on.”
“Yeah, Mr. Big Talk. Two shots of Jack and you’ll be rattling the windows with your snoring while I have to play with myself…”
He gives me a glare but nods. “Don’t tell. I need my rep.”
“Uh huh.” I giggle, and he reaches over the cup my breast, making me take a long breath.
“You know. That first moment I walked in that room and saw you on that mattress?”
“Yeah?”
“I knew I’d marry you. I knew we’d have this.”
“What didn’t you know?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t know we’d end up with a bank account sporting a couple commas, even when we give away nearly half of what we make.”
“We are blessed.”
He nods. My hard ass biker, looking a little misty.
He looks back at me, reaching for his phone. “I’m gonna call. I want to talk to the kids…”
I give up as he picks up his phone and dials, walking naked onto the porch, the spring sun shining around him as I listen to him talk to each of the kids, and I look up at the ceiling, remembering the first time I said to myself…
Thank you.
Because now I know what it is I’m thankful for.
The End