Page 152 of If Only In Our Dreams

“Breed me,” Robin begged, voice quaking. “That’s it, Ben-Ben—I need it.”

In and out I rutted. Over and over. Smack, smack, smack—until Robin’s words dried up and all he could do was sob. His waist felt tiny in my grip. The perfect handle to force him onto my cock.

When I finished, I groaned low, unable to help myself. I’d wanted to hold on longer, but Robin had been furiously humping the mattress—and he’d made the prettiest sound when he’d come. Clutched my dick nice and tight and made me see stars.

I flexed my hips, fucking my cum back into him a few more, glorious times. When I was done, I settled my hips against Robin’s, cock nestled as deep as it could go so it could soften up while still inside him—just the way he liked.

“Fuck, I love you,” Robin hummed. He twisted to give me one last happy little smile before he promptly fell right back to sleep—stuffed full and sated.

“Ben—” Robin’s voice interrupted my thoughts, as he wandered toward me from the kitchen, the slinky black fabric of his Morticia outfit clinging to his frame. “You okay?” He frowned, concerned. “You didn’t hurt your back with the cauldron, did you?”

I shook my head. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking?” Robin arched an eyebrow, and I reached for him, tucking him easily under my chin.

“Thinking about how pretty you are when you take my dick.”

“Oohhhh, I like this train of thought,” Robin laughed against my chest, snuggling his arms around me and squeezing me just as tight. “Sounds like I’m getting some vitamin B tonight.” Robin blinked. “Vitamin D?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Filling up my prescript-Ben.”

“Thinking about how I want to do this forever,” I murmured, my heart fluttering, the sweet expression on his face undoing me entirely if his jokes hadn’t.

“Hug me?” Robin squeezed tighter. “Fuck me? Listen to my superior jokes?”

“All of the above.” I pressed a kiss to his head, the thoughts I’d been having for months dangling on the tip of my tongue. “Robin…” My voice was warm, my heart thumping anxiously as I pulled back a little so that he would too.

“Benjamin?” He tipped his head up to meet my gaze, a question in his eyes that I couldn’t help but answer.

“How would you feel about a spring wedding?”

“A spring—” Robin’s eyes went wide. He shoved me away from him faster than I could blink. And then his feet were thundering down the hall and he was running from me—and I only had a split second to realize I’d fucked up before Robin’s voice was echoing from the back of the house and soothing all my fears.

“Go, go,go!” he yelled.

There was a clatter of tiny feet hitting the floor.

“This is not a drill!” Riotous giggles danced through the air. It was a testament to how excited the girls were, and how obviously this had been planned, that they weren’t grumpy at all at being awoken. “Code red!”

“I wanted it to be code black,” Rosie’s quiet voice complained.

“I wanted code purple,” Jane added.

“Code whatever the fuck you want!” Robin’s voice yelled again. Meowth, our black cat, sat on top of the grandfather clock staring at me, obviously unimpressed by our shenanigans. His tail swooped lazily, back and forth, almost in tune with thetick, tickof the clock.

I snorted out a laugh, my heart thumping as I heard more rustling, more muttered yells, and waited for whatever my loves had in store.

Rosie was the first to enter the hallway. She was wearing her pajamas, and her hair was a mess. Twin pigtail braids disheveled. In her arms, she had a poster—covered in glitter—probably courtesy of Bubba, who had dubbed himself the king of poster-making. I did my best not to read it because I was certain it would ruin the surprise if I did.

“Close your eyes!” Robin yelled at me as he burst into the hallway, herding Jane and her matching sign in front of him.

I closed my eyes.

More rustling, more whispered words.

“Okay!” Robin hummed. “Open.”

When I opened my eyes the sight that greeted me nearly took me to my knees.

The twins were grinning, as was Robin, standing directly behind them, his own sign held high above his head. Spelled out across the three posters in looping, glittery font were four, beautiful words.

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