Page 86 of Wild Card

“Fuck.” I tear my mouth away from Willow’s.

Anger burns in my chest as the gorgeous, sexy haze on her face turns to puzzlement when her eyes flutter open.

“We have company.” I reach into the water, adjusting my steel-hard cock and wanting to kill someone.

She unhooks her legs, trying to push me off. “How do you know?”

Right as she asks, Wolf leaps from the pool deck and hobbles to the side gate, his tail wagging. This sets her wiggling harder, her center driving straight down on my aching cock.

“Princess, you have to stop.”

She freezes, her eyes going wide. “Sorry.”

“Stay where you are.”

“Won’t that make things… harder?” The mischief in her question tells me she’s enjoying this. The woman is trying to kill me.

The gate swings open and Jewls wheels the double stroller around the corner with Harley close behind.

Jewls stops for Wolf, giving him a rubdown and cooing.

“Oh my God! Babies!” Willow squeals, getting everyone’s attention.

Major and Ace come through behind them, and there’s silence as Harley and Jewls assess our position.

“There are children present, can you refrain?” Jewls scoffs, strolling the boys to the other end of the pool deck.

“Are you fucking serious?” I slice my eyes to Major, who’s wheeling a wagon filled with baby items. “We had a deal.”

He grins cleverly. “The boys wanted to swim, the sun is out, and this pool is heated.”

“Are you actually using your boys as the excuse?”

“Cockblocked by the twins,” Ace jokes.

I shoot him a glare to kill, which does nothing but make him smile wider.

“Oh my God, we-we-we’re not—” Willow’s stutter trails off.

“You should thank me.” Jewls plops down on a chair. “We could have prevented your own bundles of joy in nine months.”

“She’s the mother of twins?” Willow asks in wonderment, not fazed by her comment. “No way.”

“They look identical to their dad, but yes, they’re mine,” Jewls confirms.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking. It’s disgusting, isn’t it?” Harley sits on the pool edge next to us, rubbing her rounded stomach. “I only pray I can bounce back like her.”

“Bounce back, my ass. I still carry baby weight.”

“Shut it, Julianna. You’re fucking perfect.” Major sweeps her hair off her shoulder. She tips her head to the side, giving him her mouth.

The boys babble until their parents pull apart.

“Anyway, you didn’t expect us to stay away, did you?” Jewls unhooks the straps and hands the kids to Major.

I immediately zone in on their matching bathing suits. “Are those?—”

“Yes, they are beavers,” Harley finishes my thought. “Jewls’ brothers thought it would be funny to send them.”

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