Page 209 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Alistair didn’t even hesitate. “Baby, I’m crazy about you.”
My heart lifted, expanding until it nearly pressed against my throat.
“Your ass is mine. Every child I fuck into you is mine. I own you now, and no one is ever going to mess with you without meeting my wrath. It’s always best to be prepared.”
I slapped a hand to my forehead and groaned.
He started off so well.
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Six Months Later
“I’m not moving from this bed for a week,” I groaned.
Finals were done, completed in a haze of hormonal breakdowns and caffeine withdrawal. I was now officially ready for full-time relaxation.
“My wife can do whatever the fuck she wants,” Alistair said—too enthusiastically.
I side-eyed him.
“You only want me in here to make sure I’m available whenever you feel like playing hide the baseball bat.”
His hand curled around my swollen belly, possessive and smug.
He’d done it. Fucked twins into me. All that deep, mesmerising pumping had come back to haunt me.
“I only want what’s best for all my girls,” he said, that slow smile spreading across his face like sin itself.
Two daughters by my side, teaching them my bratty ways so we could drive their daddy insane.
God.
Who said dreams didn’t come true?
“Why do you have that evil smile on your face, baby?”
“Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said sweetly, all innocence as I batted my lashes and dismissed his suspicion.
“Mmm. What do you fancy for breakfast?”
“French toast and tea,” I said without thinking. His French toast was out of this world.
He leaned over to kiss my cheek, giving our girls one last rub before pulling back the covers. Then, like the gentleman menace he was, he tugged them right back into place before the chill could reach me.
I watched as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants—his dick swinging like it had no concept of weather.
Even the frigid cold air couldn’t shrink that log.
“Do you want a side of cock with your food, baby?”
“Hey, a girl can stare at cock if she wants, no judgment,” I snorted, pulling the covers up higher with a grin.
“No judgment here,” he said, grinning over his shoulder. “I was only offering my services.”
My eyes dropped to that magnificent ass—the very one responsible for my current condition.
I cradled my girls—our girls—and closed my eyes as one of them shifted.
