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Tits that got lusher after she had Jasmine and are making my hands itch to knead them while I suck her nipple. Not only because her pussy clamps down around my cock when I do, but—

  “Focus, Dreamer. Plenty of time for you later tonight to make good on your ‘lube them up and sliding your dick between my breasts while I hold them together’ fantasy. But right now I need to feel you come inside my pussy.”

  “Fuck. My woman has quite the mouth on her. Good thing you love all my fantasies,” I grunt and grab her waist to hoist her up, placing her ass on the garden table Coral was brilliant enough to have bolted to the ground. Great for our kind of outdoor fucking.

  “Yes,” she groans as I feed my cock into her pussy.

  Her nails dig into my scalp as she pulls me down for a kiss. I throw my hips back and forth getting closer and closer to pleasure with each thrust. The passionate kiss consumes the both of us and being all riled up the moment we locked eyes when I got home—along with the time I was out of town working—it only takes a short pounding to feel her pussy treat my cock to a rush of rapid clenching, leaving me to follow her into a sea of bliss.

  I don’t think there’s a better sound than hearing the woman you love scream your name in pleasure. Staring down on her gorgeous face, eyes closed, looking sated and happy is a sight I’d like to see for many more years to come. But the spell is broken when the baby monitor crackles and a cry bursts through the air, making her eyes flash open.

  “Jasmine,” we both groan.

  Sliding out of her, I tuck myself back into my pants and smirk when she tries to stand on wobbly feet. “You recover, I’ll go get our girl.”

  She gives me a look filled with love and I take the time to let my knuckles slide over my woman’s cheek, knowing our few months old daughter is safe in her crib and just woke up to let us know she’s hungry and in need of a diaper change.

  “I love you,” she whispers and leans into my touch.

  “Love you just as much,” I whisper back and place a kiss on her forehead before I jog into the house and up the stairs.

  Strolling into the first room on my left I come to a stop to see Jasmine throwing her arms and legs up in the air; fussing and crying to make it clear she’s done sleeping.

  “Heya gorgeous,” I croak and step closer.

  Jasmine’s cries fade some and they disappear completely when I take her into my arms. My heart is so fucking full when I stare down at my daughter who is a carbon copy of Coral. Gray eyes curiously staring at me, light brown hair, cute as fuck button nose.

  I gently rock her as I walk to the window, staring down at the backyard where Coral is picking up her sketchbook and looks around, probably searching for her pencil. I love how passionate she is about her landscaping activities.

  Almost a year ago her hands were itching to get busy, and even if I told her she didn’t have to work—especially since we just found out she was pregnant with Jasmine—she really wanted to. And when she completed her work around our house so damn perfect? It was hard to deny her working drive since she’s absolutely talented. Freelance landscaping suits her.

  She glances up and strokes my heart with her smile.

  “If mommy keeps looking at me like that we’ll have a little brother or sister for you in no-time,” I tell my daughter, who picks this moment to test her vocal cords.

  Coral glances back at her sketchpad and sits down at the table we just used for something much more exciting.

  “Okay, little flower, let’s get you changed because something really smells and it has nothing to do with a flowery scent, young lady,” I mutter and head for the changing table.

  Carefully laying her down, I take a moment to simply stare at life’s creation. How two people can bond and bodies create . . . hell, the whole meaning of life is flashing before me and all I can think of is the beauty of it and the thankfulness my heart is filled with to be able to have these two precious women in my life.

  Except for the smell. Changing diapers is most definitely not something precious. But the smile my daughter gives me . . . yeah, her poop still fucking stinks. Probably because life ain’t ever always roses and sunshine, though it’s worth every second of it.

  BOOKS BY ADDY ARCHER

  Rebel Rage MC Trilogy:

  The President

  The Vice President

  The Prospect

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  Jace

  Stone

  Dreamer

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  Bruno (Heartless Mafia Boss)

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