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“That’s fine.”

Rose’s hand roams over my chest. “But we should probably practice.”

“True. You can never have too much practice.” I brush my lips over hers, then tug gently at her bottom lip. “I’m glad you’re not sore anymore.”

“Me too, though you were all very creative in working around my soreness.”

“Yeah, we’ve been having some good times while you heal, even with our lack of sleep.”

“So glad she’s finally sleeping better,” Rose says.

“For sure.” The four of us do all we can to help Rose get as much rest as possible, but since she prefers to nurse Ryleigh, her sleep is often interrupted.

We’ve adjusted our hours at the shop so that at least one of us is always home with Rose and Ryleigh, and when it’s possible, Rose pumps some of her milk so that we can feed Ryleigh with a bottle.

Some of my favorite moments of fatherhood so far have been spent feeding her and having her fall asleep in my arms afterward.

I never had aspirations to become a parent, but it’s already easily the best thing I’ve ever done. I was restless before, never quite satisfied with where I was or what I was doing, but now there’s a sense of purpose in my life that makes me completely content. Even contentment would have sounded boring to me a couple of years ago, but now I know it’s a beautiful, wonderful thing, filled with more happiness than I could ever imagine.

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CHRISTIAN

“What’s going on in here? I thought you were resting.” Mace’s head is between Rose’s spread legs, and her breathing is heavy.

I keep my voice low even though the baby’s room is at the other end of the hall. Hutch crosses the room and turns on the baby monitor, and Zipper takes a seat by the window.

“This is actually very relaxing,” Rose says, giving me a heavy-lidded grin. “Mace has already given me one orgasm and I’m getting close to another.”

I nudge him with my elbow. “You’ve had your fun. In this house, we share.”

Mace gives me a nod and rolls to the side, crawling up beside Rose to attend to other parts of her body. Hours-long bedroom sessions are a luxury we haven’t had time for these days, and we’ve all learned to be cooperative and efficient in maximizing our lovely lady’s pleasure—and our own—in the limited time we have available while Ryleigh is sleeping.

When the baby’s a little older, we’ll leave her with Patrick and Nancy for a few days, take Rose to a resort, and not get out of bed for an entire weekend. In the meantime, I’m not complaining. Quickies are very satisfying.

My tongue circles her clit and Rose squeezes her thighs against the sides of my head, a sure sign that her release is coming. I press a finger inside her, curl it, and flick the tip of my tongue at rapid speed. Her back arches, her hips lift, and her pussy clenches in its sweet rhythm around my fingers.

“So relaxing,” she pants when her climax subsides. “And you’ve all been working so hard lately. Take your clothes off so you can relax, too.”

We do as she asks, and once my shirt is off, Rose’s hands go straight to my newest tattoo, which depicts a tiny, swaddled Ryleigh surrounded by clusters of little hearts. The other men have similar new ink, each with small variations in Ryleigh’s expression and the pattern of the blanket wrapped around her. Rose loves them, and we’ve promised to mark her skin with the same image sometime very soon.

“Mace just brought up the idea of having another baby, but I don’t think some of you have any space left on your bodies for more tattoos,” she says.

“We’ll make it work whenever you’re ready,” Mace says.

“I’d love to see you pregnant again,” Hutch says, sliding a hand down her back and cupping her ass as she kneels on the bed.

Rose twists to look at him. “I’m still working on getting my body back into shape.”

I grab hold of her hip and squeeze the soft flesh there. “Your body is perfect. I love your curves.”

“Don’t change a thing,” Zipper says as he joins us on the bed.

Rose’s hands move between us, touching, caressing, pulling us all in toward her. “I never thought I’d have to say this to the four of you, but we should probably have less talk and more action.”

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HUTCH

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