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  "Hey, Ben." Anslie says while handing me Brax. She walks over to him, and kisses his cheek.

  "Hey, little sister. Hey, Brax. You guys heading somewhere?"

  I smirk. "We're dropping the boys with my parents, and I'm gonna spend the whole day screwing your sister six ways to Sunday. So unless you want to see, I suggest you get the hell out of here."

  I see Bentley shutter. "That's fucking gross. I don't need to hear about your fucking plans with my sister."

  Anslie slaps my arm, and tells us to watch our language in front of the boys. She gets the boys off of Bentley, and into the truck with ease. Sometimes, I don’t know how she does that.

  "You wanna talk about this bitch that's under your skin?" I say with a smirk. He flips me off, and shakes his head no.

  "Call me if you need to talk. Yeah?" I say.

  Really, I want to help him. Over the years, I have never seen Bentley so much as look at a girl more than once. He is the king of love-them-and-leave-them. So, this girl must be something else to keep his attention.

  I watch him straddle his bike, and crank the engine. Brax starts to fuss, but watches with big eyes.

  I watch him go down the driveway, and I wonder who this chick is. Anslie comes up beside me, and kisses Brax on the cheek.

  "You ready, babe?" she asks, with a sexy smile.

  I lean in to kiss her, and she whispers, "It makes me so hot when you carry our son." She winks at me, and walks over to her side of the truck. Oh, it is so on.

  I strap Brax's car seat in, and close the door.

  When I get into the truck, I look over at her and say, "Game on."

  Chapter Four

  I knew as soon as he said game on that things were about to get interesting. Making our way to his parent's house, he put his hand in my lap, and started to inch his way up my dress. I kept trying to stop his wandering hand, but it always found its way back to my panties. The boys are happily singing along to some song on the radio, while their dad is feeling me up.

  When his fingers push my panties to the side, I know I'm a goner. I'm already wet, and now he knows it too. He smirks and looks over at me with a heated look. His finger runs along my slit, and I can't help but scoot over in the seat a little to get closer to his torturous fingers.

  I do everything I can to keep from moaning when he finally slips his finger into my pussy. My God, he can get me worked so fast that it's crazy. He continues to torture me until we arrive at his parents' house.

  Once he puts the truck in park, he leans over the center console, and nibbles on my earlobe.

  "Having fun yet, doll?" he asks, right before pulling his finger out of my pussy. I was right on the edge, and all I want to do is yell at the cocky bastard. He's lucky that the boys are in the truck.

  He pulls away, and licks his finger clean with a cheeky grin. Smug bastard. He gets out, and goes to get the boys out, while I sit in the truck trying to calm my body down. Payback is a bitch.

  "You okay, doll?" he asks with a smirk and a wink.

  "Just freaking peachy," I reply with as much sarcasm laced in my voice as I can get. This makes him laugh even more.

  I finally get myself under control, and step out of the truck, just as Emily is making her way towards us.

  "Anslie, sweetheart! You look flush! Are you feeling okay?" she asks, with concern.

  I look over at Brantley, and give him the death stare. I can hear his snickering, and his mom looks between him and me.

  "Oh," she says. "Brantley, I told you about that last time. Do you want her to get pregnant again?!" she shouts at him.

  I stick my tongue out at him, and he points at me, then down to his crotch with a huge grin.

  He turns to his mom like that didn't just happen, and states, "That's my plan, Mom. I already told you I want a girl."

  I hear his mom start to laugh. Watching him declare that he wants a little girl makes my ovaries explode. Holy hell, why does he have to be sexy, demanding, and sweet all at the same time?

  When Nick steps on the porch, Remy goes running for him. Remy collides with Nick's legs, and almost knocks the big man over.

  Emily walks over to Brantley, and takes Brax away from him. I can't help but smile. She loves the boys, and it shows. Ever since she found out about them, she has offered to take them for a night, or the weekend, to give us some alone time. She's the mother I want to be for my boys. She's the exact opposite of my mom, and I love her for that.

  Sev is standing with Brant when I walk over to Emily.

  "Oh sweetheart, thank you for letting us take the boys for the night."

  Her smile is huge, and I know that she means it. Brantley seems to have forgotten to mention an important detail. I didn't know that the boys were staying here tonight.

  I'm not sure I'm ready to be away from Brax over night yet. Brantley walks over to me with Sev, and gives me a knowing look. He wraps his arm around me, and pulls me to him.

  "Doll, they will be perfectly fine. I have plans for you tonight, and I would like to not be interrupted." He winks, and kisses me hard on the lips.

  I'm pretty sure that I just forgot my own name. How does he do that?

  Once I finally come back to earth, I help Brantley with the bags, and lead Sev inside.

  Once the boys are settled in, we say our goodbyes, and make our way to the truck.

  With our seat belts buckled, Brantley pulls out of their drive, and takes off. We drive for a few minutes before he finally says something.

  "Doll, the boys will be fine. I love you, so don't worry."

  I don't know how I became so freakin’ lucky.

  Looking out the window, I see that we are nowhere near the house. Turning to Brant, I ask him where we are going. He smiles, and just shakes his head. Another surprise? What more could he possible think of? The only thing that sucks is I miss riding on the back of his bike. Since I had been pregnant, I wasn't allowed to do anything fun. Brant finally turns into a parking lot, and I see its one of the club's tattoo shops.

  "What are we doing here?" I ask, looking around the parking lot.

  "I need to add to my tattoo. Since I've been busy with the club and the boys while you and Brax were getting into routine, I didn't get to add to it yet. So I want you here with me while I get it done." He looks at me, and smiles his panty-dropping smile.

  "Okay, let's do it." I say, with a smile.

  We get out and make our way to the door, hand in hand. I'm nervous about it. I'm not sure how I feel about the needle hitting his skin.

  As soon as we walk in the door, all the artists get up, and come over to say hi. The only girl artist is eying him like he's a juicy piece of man meat. She tries to hug him, and he pulls away from her. Weird.

  I wonder if he is only doing that because I'm here. She's a skinny girl with colorful tattoos down her arms. She actually looks more like his type than I do. She's got blonde hair that is pin straight, and her clothes are pretty much painted on. I feel inadequate compared to her. She's like the perfect pin up girl.

  "Hey guys. This is my old lady, Anslie. These are the guys and Cami."

  I say hello to everyone, and Cami gives me the stink eye. She must really want him. Too bad whore, he's mine.

  One of the guys starts talking to Brant about the tattoo he's getting, and leads us back to his workstation. When Brant takes his shirt off, I want to scratch that bitch’s eyes out. She is practically eye fucking him. He hands me his cut and shirt and leans into me.

  "Doll, retract your claws. I only have eyes for you. That bitch will never get me. Yeah?" I nod my head, and he kisses me on the lips.

  When she speaks, it hits me like nails on a chalkboard.

  "So, what are you getting done today, Brant?" she asks with fake sweetness.

  She's batting her eyelashes at him, and it's pathetic.

  He grabs my hand, and looks me in the eye before answering her annoying ass.

  "Anslie just gave birth to our third son a month ago, and so I need to add hi
m to my chest piece."

  One of the guys brings me a chair to sit in, and I gladly take it.

  "Oh my god, that's so awesome that you tattoo your sons’ names on your chest. They must mean a whole lot to you," she purrs.

  I continue to watch Brantley's face. He keeps his eyes on me, and I give him a grin. He looks bored of the conversation. "Yeah, I have my boys and my girl on there."

  I hear her mutter something about tattooing a woman's name on your body, and I instantly want to punch her. Sensing my inner struggle to be nice to her, Brantley says something to the guy that’s about to tattoo him. I focus on the work that the guy is doing, and ignore the dumb whore. Every few minutes, she tries to get Brantley's attention. He ignores her most of the time, but answers her sometimes with vague answers. She doesn't even look at me, which makes me laugh.

  Chapter Five

  I can tell that Cami is about to get her ass kicked by Anslie if she doesn't stop running her mouth, and staring at me. I've already watched her punch my ex, but I really don't feel like explaining this to Prez later if it happens in a club business.

  "Donnie, remember when I was telling you about Prez's daughter?" He looks at me, and smiles.

  "Yeah. That girl you were in love with before you left town a few years ago. Is this her?" he asks with a huge grin.

  I just nod my head.

  "No way, man! You got this girl to take you back?"

  I hear Cami huff and puff behind me.

  "Yeah man, this is her in the flesh."

  We spend the next hour talking about random shit. Hell, even Anslie joins in on the conversation. Cami tries to butt in, but only gets a word in here or there.

  Once Donnie's done with the gun for Braxton, he cleans it and wraps it. I can see the tears start to well up in her eyes, so I stand up and pull Anslie to my chest.

  "Baby, what's wrong?" I wipe the tears from under her eyes, and kiss both of her cheeks.

  "You make me so fucking happy, Brantley." She kisses me, and I can't help but attack her mouth.

  Shit, I need to get this girl home, and under me soon. It's been four weeks. Too. Fucking. Long. She giggles when I pull away, and hand Donnie his money. I pull on my shirt and cut, and drag Anslie out the door. When we get close to the truck, she drags me towards the back of the building. She can't wait either.

  When we get to the back of the building, where no one can see us, I push her up against the building, and kiss her lips. Running my hands up her dress, I stop right at her already wet panties, and give them a hard yank. She undoes my belt, and unbuttons my jeans in a hurry.

  I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Pressing her against the building, I line my cock up with her entrance, and ease into her. Fuck. It feels like heaven to be back inside her pussy. I've fucking missed it.

  "Oh, fuck," she moans out, as I slowly sink into her.

  Her nails are digging into my skin, and I just want to pound into her so fucking bad.

  "You okay, doll?" I ask through gritted teeth.

  I'm not sure how much longer I can hold off on fucking her hard.

  "Please move, Brant. It feels so good."

  Thank god. I kiss her lips, and slam my hips into hers. Every time I thrust into her, she moans out my name. I feel her walls clench around my dick, and it feels fucking amazing. Her body starts to shake, and her moans are getting louder. She's close, and fuck if I'm not right behind her. I thrust into her wet pussy a few more times before she screams out my name, and comes all over my cock. I pound into her as she rides out her orgasm. She kisses me hard, and then sucks on my neck. I start to pull out to thrust back into her, but she stops me. Her hand wraps around my cock, and she squeezes my shaft and the piercings.

  "Fuck," I groan out.

  She barely has a chance to move her hand before I thrust back into her. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I can't hold back any longer. I roar out my release.

  Fuck. I swear her pussy just gets better and better after each pregnancy.

  As we both try to catch our breath, I hear a noise come from the alley. If I had to put money on it, I would bet that it's Cami spying on us. That bitch is jealous of Anslie, as she should be.

  I pull out of my girl, and help her down. Fixing my jeans, I hear someone whispering a ways down. Instantly, Anslie tenses up. Once we straighten up, I lead her back to the truck, and don't even bother with who just seen us.

  On the way to our next stop, Anslie and I are talking about schools for the boys. Now that they are five, Anslie want to enroll them into school. I'm all for it, but I'm not really interested in talking about it.

  "Doll, enroll them wherever you want. I will be behind any decision you make."

  I continue to drive to our next destination. She continues to pester me with questions about where we are going, but I still don’t tell her. I’m taking her to my favorite place in Vegas. The one place that I can go whenever I need to get away from it all. She doesn't know it yet, but I have one last surprise for her. The boys’ gifts were just a little teaser for what's coming next.

  Chapter Six

  One week ago

  I walk into the clubhouse, and look around the room. I'm on a mission, so I search the room for at least one Davoli. I finally find Dom and Robbie in the game room.

  "Hey fuckers, where's Prez?" Dom just smirks.

  "Why? You gonna tell him you knocked up his daughter again?" he asks, laughing.

  Yeah, real fucking funny. Anslie had to keep her old man from putting a bullet in me. To say he was pissed that I knocked her up again, was an understatement. Now, I think we are on good terms. He doesn't threaten to kill me every time I see him so that’s a start.

  "Naw, I have something else I want to talk to him about." Robbie spits out his beer, choking on it. Dom smacks him on the back a few times before Robbie can finally get it out.

  "Oh fuck! You're gonna do it, aren't you?" he asks.

  Dom looks between us, and then I see the light finally click on. "Shit. It's nice fucking knowing you, brother," he says, while pointing his old man out. Bentley and Raef both come strolling up, as I get ready to walk off.

  “What's going on, boys?" Raef asks.

  "We're gonna take bets on if Dad's gonna shoot B tonight," Robbie states with a laugh.

  Fuckers.

  "Why we betting on that? He couldn't have knocked her up again. They just had a fucking kid." Bentley says, confused.

  Dom hits him in the back of the head and says, "No, you fucking moron. He's gonna ask dad to marry her. And I want a front row seat."

  I swear, sometimes I hate these fuckers. I hear all of them start to laugh.

  "Yeah, yeah, assholes. Laugh it up. I love your sister and the boys. There is nothing that's gonna stop me from making her mine permanently."

  This causes them to laugh even more. Fuck this. I'm just gonna get it fucking over with so I can go home to my girl.

  I flip them off, and walk over to where Prez is leaning against the bar, talking to a club whore.

  When I reach him, he motions to the bitch to get lost. "What can I do for you, son?" he asks, eyeing me.

  "I wanted to talk to you about something."

  He looks at me for a second before he motions for me to continue.

  "You know I love Anslie and the boys more than anyth..." He cuts me off before I can even get it out.

  "Are you ever gonna hurt her again?" he questions, with a deadly look.

  "Prez, you and I both know that I will probably piss her off more than once, but I will never let her leave, or let her raise my sons with another man. She's been mine since that day I saw her in the clubhouse yard at the barbecue when she was just sixteen."

  I watch his reaction, and it's one I don't expect.

  "I'm glad you finally get it, Brantley. I've known since the beginning that you two would disobey the rules. I know that I tried to keep you apart for all those years, but I was only looking out for my daughter. I see the way she looks at you; it's the
same way the boys’ mother looked at me. If you fucking hurt her again, I won't hesitate on putting you in the ground. Father to my grandsons or not, you had better treat her the way she deserves. I'm done meddling in your lives, unless I need to."

  I can't help but smile. I would be the same way with my own daughter.

  "Don't worry. Prez, I treat her like the princess she is."

  He just nods his head at my statement. I wonder which brother lost the bet.

  "What the fuck is their problem?" he asks, motioning to his sons behind me.

  "Oh, those bastards were taking bets on how this conversation would go. I'm assuming that Raef is the only one who guessed right." I say with a smirk.

  "So I should have shot you this time... Maybe next time you tell me my daughter is knocked up will be the day."

  My old man walks up just as Prez says that he should have shot me.

  "Whoa, can you try to not shoot my oldest son, Cason? His mother would be pissed that I let it happen."

  He says with a smirk. Asshole.

  "Awe, come on, Nick. Your boy wants to marry my daughter. I think getting shot for what he has put her through over the years would be a cake walk."

  He grins like the cat that got the canary. I know it's the truth, but it's a low blow.

  "Well, I remember him already taking a bullet for that girl once. So, let's try to keep his mother happy by not going through it again for a while."

  Prez just laughs.

  "So kid, you finally pulling your head out of your ass and making her yours?" my dad asks with a smirk on his face.

  "Yeah, pops. I'm not letting her get away now," I state.

  "Shit, three kids later, you had better keep that girl around. She's probably the only one who can put up with you now," he replies with a shit-eating grin.

  "Keep talking shit. I'm going home to my girl and my sons. Maybe I'll get her knocked up again, Prez." I see the smirk on his face.

  I turn, and walk towards the door. Right before I walk out the door, he replies, "Not until you make her an honest woman."