Page 26 of Claimed By the Sailor

Thirty minutes later, I shoved Phoebe’s ripped panties into my pocket and helped her back into her shorts. When I tucked myself back in and zipped up my jeans, I didn’t bother to button them or put my shirt back on.

“Are you finished for the day?” I asked as I curled my arm around her and hauled her up against my body.

“Finished working or finished coming?” she sassed.

“Baby, I know you’re not finished coming,” I growled playfully as I grabbed her ass and boosted her up so she put her legs around my waist.

I carried her to our bedroom, where I ate her pussy before filling it full of my seed again.

Much later, I rolled over and flopped back onto the mattress beside her, breathing hard. “If that didn’t do it, then I’ll probably die before I manage to knock you up again.”

“I think you may have killed me this time,” Phoebe giggled. “I can’t move a muscle. Good thing I’m already pregnant.”

A burst of energy shot through my body, and I jackknifed up in bed. “You’re pregnant?” I shouted.

Phoebe nodded and laughed. “You can’t be surprised by this…you filled me with so much come the week before you left that it was still dripping out of me days later.”

“Nah,” I muttered with an arrogant grin. “Not surprised, baby. Proud. My boys worked fucking fast.”

My wife rolled her eyes, but she was smiling happily. “If your head gets any bigger, you won’t be able to walk through doorways anymore.”

“Samuel’s been asking for a baby brother since we brought Carly home from the hospital,” I chuckled.

“Hopefully, he won’t throw too big of a tantrum if it’s a girl.”

“You know,” I drawled. “I’ve heard that you’re more likely to get a boy if—”

“Mommy! Daddy! We’re home!” our little boy shouted.

“Hold that thought,” I quipped. “We’ll try out those techniques later.”

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. “And if I want another girl?”

I grinned and leaned down to give her a quick, hard kiss. “We’ll try all those, too. Whatever it takes, baby.”

She laughed as we both climbed out of bed to dress and go greet our little ones.

As we walked out of the bedroom door, I smacked my wife’s perfect ass. “Love you more every damn day, baby.”

Phoebe stopped and looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes swimming with tears as she sniffled, “Don’t say stuff like that to me right now.”

I couldn’t help laughing because I remembered how emotional she’d been during the last two pregnancies. She glared at me for a moment, then laughed along with me.

“Seriously, what is with these hormones?” she muttered as she continued down the hall.

I reached out and grabbed her arm, swinging her around and plastering her body up against mine. “I think you meant to say. ‘I love you, too, Silas.’”

Phoebe went up on her tiptoes and kissed me before whispering, “I love you more than anything, husband.”

I grinned. “That’s even better.”

When we met our babies in the foyer, I watched my family talk and smile, basking in the love filling our home.

Phoebe liked to joke that she’d been claimed by the sailor. But the truth was, I’d been hers from the first second our eyes met. And we’d belong to each other forever.

Just in case you missed it, Kade got his happily ever after in Owned by the Officer, and Huntley, Merrick, and Deacon’s stories are all available in Black Ops: Volume 1!

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