Even though Max had been concerned with her doing patrol and taking incidents while she carried his nephews, he was smart and bit his tongue. He put being a chief before being Leah’s brother-in-law, which was why he was so damn good at his job. He was a good leader for their department and an even better brother-in-law.
“So, the boys know not to come home, right?” she asked.
“I put the Invisible Fence collars around their necks, so they can’t get past my parents’ front yard without a good zap.”
Leah knew he was kidding, but played along. “Oh, that’s perfect. We have almost twenty-four hours to do what we want.”
“No, you have almost twenty-four hours. I need to work second shift today. I’ll be working the parade and then doing patrol afterward.”
“That’s right.” She pouted because she didn’t want to gloat at the fact she would get the house to herself for hours. Hours! That never happened. She might even roll around on the carpet naked, reveling in the fact she was alone, just like Menace and Trouble did when the dogs found deer shit out in the grass.
“How you managed to get off that detail is beyond me.”
She shrugged one shoulder. “Max likes me better than you.”
“Anyway... Since our time is limited, can we have sex now?”
“Can we fuck instead?” she asked.
He frowned. “What’s the difference?”
She tilted her head and gave him a knowing look. “You know the difference.”
“We always fuck. That’s how you got knocked up three times, remember?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, whenever we get the opportunity, we have sex. Right now, the house is empty and I want to fuck like we used to.” She sighed. “What happened to us, Marc? We used to be wild and crazy in bed.”
“Kids happened,” he said simply with a shrug.
“Yes, kids happened. They changed everything.”
“Not everything.” He tipped his head down and his light blue eyes were serious. “I still love you. Do you still love me?”
She frowned. “Of course. Isn’t it obvious? I never want us to simply exist. I want you to know I love you, to feel it without saying the words. I hope you do because I never want you to question how I feel about you as my lover, my husband, the father of our children and their role model, too.”
He smiled and cradled her face. “Truth? I never thought I wanted kids until you, Leah. Then there was nothing I wanted more. With you and only you.”
“You told me that every time you got me pregnant.”
“I got you pregnant? I remember being tied up plenty of times while you rode my cock until my balls were drained dry. I’m surprised I didn’t become pregnant.”
“Now that’s a concept I could go along with. Men carrying the babies. Let them suffer the sore back and swollen feet, the hemorrhoids, the labor. Though, the human race would expire if that happened.”
“Won’t argue that. We would have zero children if I had to shit out a watermelon.”
“Mmm. Watermelon. I could go for some right now.” Her cravings were crazy with this pregnancy compared to the last two.
“Okay, let’s stay on topic here... Which is us getting naked and pretending we’re childless and having wild and crazy sex.”
Her hand went to her distended belly. “Well, we might not be able to get too crazy, but we can do really naughty things to each other.”
“Yes!” He did a fist pump. “I’m on board with that.”
“Then why are we standing here?”
“Because you were supposed to be naked and waiting in our bed when I dumped off the boys.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
She dropped her gaze to the outline of his erection. “And that is why I love those sweatpants.”
“And why you forbid me to wear them off the farm.”
“I didn’t forbid you, I strongly advised against it.”
“Uh huh. My wife packs a gun and a Taser, I take her strong advisement seriously.”
She leaned toward him. “As you should.” She pressed her lips to his and slid her hand over his hot and thick hard-on beneath the soft cotton. She dipped her tongue between his lips and tangled it with his. His cock flexed against her fingers and she was tempted to dig it out and go to her knees. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get back up.
She pulled away just enough to say, “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I’d take this so-called gift your parents gave us and think they were only doing it so we’d have another baby.”
“Maybe. But right now they’re content because they can smell all the new baby scent they want with Levi.”
She reluctantly released him and stepped back. “They are going to have their hands full watching this one,” she pointed to her belly, “and Levi at the same time. Your father might have to help with diapers if they’re babysitting them together.”
“My pop’s a retired cop and a Marine, he’s used to handling shit.”
“Oh, you do know I’ll use that line on you when it comes time to change the baby’s diaper and she’s had an explosion.”
Marc faked a gag. “No. I put my foot down on those up the back explosions.”
“Maybe you should take paternity leave and I’ll go back to work right away.”
“You need to nurse him.”
“I don’t need to nurse her. I can pump. Just like Autumn is doing for Levi. We’ll buy you one of those breastfeeding harnesses and you can breastfeed her.”
“Why are we still standing here talking and not fucking?”
“Now you’re just trying to change the subject.”
“Not trying, I am. Get naked, wife, while I dig out our dusty toy chest.”
Her brow rose. “Ooo. Where do we start?”
“Wherever my loving wife wants to start.”
Ass kisser. “A butt plug up your ass.”
“Okay, not there.”
“Electrodes to your balls.”
“Not there, either.”
She laughed. “Then you lied.”
“I will amend my statement. Wherever my loving wife wants to start and I agree with her suggestion... since she’s a closet sadist.”
“That’s no fun.”
“Besides, we don’t have a butt plug or electrodes.”
“Are you sure? Do you want to test that theory?”
He grimaced. “No.”
“Smart, because you tend to learn lessons the hard way.”
He clapped his hands together. “Okay! Get naked, get on the bed, I’ll grab the toy box and we’ll get this party started.”
“That sounds super romantic.”
“Wait, we’re being romantic? You said you wanted to fuck.”
“True. Romance is overrated, anyway. Multiple orgasms are better than sweet whispers of your love and devotion to me.”
His mouth dropped open. “Multiple?”
Of course that was the only part he picked up on. “I think I want to return your parents’ gift. This is not turning out like I’d hoped. Did they give you a gift receipt?”