Claimed by the Sailor – Black Ops Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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“Fuck yeah!” He picked me up and twirled me around in a circle, a huge grin on his face. “It’s a good thing we have so much privacy now that we have something to celebrate.”

EPILOGUE

SILAS

Quietly, I opened the door to my wife’s home office. I didn’t want to disturb her if she was on a call, but lucky for me, she was just powering down her computer. Stepping fully inside, I shut and locked the door behind me.

Phoebe spun around in her chair, and when she saw me, a giant smile lit up her face. “You’re home!” She jumped out of the chair and threw herself into my arms.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I grunted before taking her lips in a passionate kiss. I’d been gone for two weeks and had arrived home this afternoon, just in time to pick up Samuel from preschool and Carly from her playdate.

As I devoured Phoebe’s mouth, I walked her backward and spun us around so I could sit in her chair. Then I yanked her down into my lap and settled her with her legs hanging on either side of mine.

Phoebe tore her lips away and glanced at the door, panting, “Where are the kids?”

“Paul and Emily took them to dinner and a movie.”

Two years after Paul finished rehab, he met the love of his life. Emily was amazing and had her shit together, so she told his ass straight out that if he wanted her, he’d have to walk the straight and narrow. He’d agreed, and a year later, they were married.

They were expecting their own little bundle of joy in three months, and they loved to “practice” by taking our kids off our hands.

Which worked out perfectly since I was on a mission to knock up my wife again.

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.


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