Page 54 of Omega's Triplets

“Sorry, babe. Can’t do it. You’re going to be carrying around a litter. You’re going to be massive. There’s no avoiding it.”

She laughed and rolled into him. “Is it weird that I’m looking forward to that?”

“Not remotely,” he said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“You are?”

He nodded. He’d thought about it a lot since the day he’d sat with her as she’d taken the pregnancy test. What she would look like months from now. How her body would change as the babies grew. There was something deeply, fundamentally attractive about the idea. “I’m picturing it now,” he said, closing his eyes and calling up a vision of her, heavy with her pregnancy, lounging in the very bed they were lying in now.

She swatted him again. “Is that just because you want to make fun of me for being a house?”

“No,” he said. “It’s hot.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you, Maddy. You’re going to drive me wild.”

She rolled on top of him, straddled him. “I could drive you wild right now.”

“You already do, are you kidding me?” he groaned. “I can’t keep up with you.”

“It’s the pregnancy hormones. I feel like I could fuck you all night long.” Her eyes gleamed.

He laughed low in his throat. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

The sex was quick and raucous, as it usually was between them, and by the time they finished, they were no longer on the bed. Harley wasn’t sure exactly when they’d moved to the floor. He felt drunk with lust and satisfaction and joy.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Maddy whispered, kissing her way slowly up the length of his arm. “God, Harley. I already want more. If this is what my pregnancy is going to be like, I don’t know how I’m going to stand it.”

Harley felt himself beginning to get hard again. Maddy had that effect on him. He often found he could be ready for her as many times as she needed him, as if his body was made to serve hers in this way. It was strange, but it felt good to know that he was there to serve her just as much as she was there to serve him. Her job was to bear his children. His end of the deal was to provide her with all the pleasure she could stand.

And by God, he was going to do it.

He rolled her onto her stomach and took her from behind this time, and she gasped and pushed back into him. They wouldn’t be able to do it this way for much longer, he thought, so they might as well get it out of their systems now. The angle allowed him deeper penetration than before, and he moved slowly, careful not to hurt her, but kept his thrusts steady and rhythmic. Maddy panted in ecstasy, fucking back against him, grinding her hips.

He reached around beneath her, pressed his fingers against her, and a second later, she was sobbing out his name and straining forward into his hand. The sound of her orgasm and the feel of her shuddering in his arms was enough to send him over the edge.

Thoroughly exhausted, but sated, they climbed back into Harley’s bed together. He pulled her close and eased the blankets over them. “I’m sure we woke the others,” he said, and Maddy giggled. “We’re going to have to see about soundproofing these rooms if we’re going to keep this up.”

“We’re definitely going to keep this up,” Maddy said, and Harley chuckled.

“Jamie’s probably just going to be upset that we were up past bedtime,” Maddy said. Jamie had become especially strict about adhering to proper sleeping hours since the pregnancy. Harley felt that was silly—wouldn’t they do better to get used to staying up all night? That was what was going to happen when the babies came anyway.

For now, though, he was happy to go to sleep with Maddy tucked against his side. He dreamed that night, dreams of Maddy, ripe and pregnant, dreams of beautiful new babies being passed into his arms. Dreams of fatherhood. And in all his dreams, his brothers stood beside him, the animosity between them long forgotten, as they gazed down on the family they had created together.

It was one of the most restful nights of sleep Harley Driscoll had had in years.

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