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  “I’m going to tell them to reschedule our tour dates that fall around your due date. There’s no way I’m leaving you and Sutton this close to delivery.” At the mention of his son’s name, his hand slides from my hip to my belly, where he softly strokes my flesh.

  Butterflies flutter in my belly at his touch and I bite back a moan. These days, whenever he touches me, I want to pounce on him. My doctor says that it’s normal to have an increased sexual drive while pregnant—and boy was she right. I’m damn near insatiable. Poor Bobby can barely keep up with my sexual appetite.

  I realize that he’s smiling at me, thinking I’ve finally conceded to his wishes. Little does he know that my mind has run off, chasing delicious thoughts of riding his giant cock. Immediately, I frown back at him, forcing the heat that’s crept across my enlarged breasts to go away.

  “Bobby. I told you already. You’re gonna have to go without me. I’ll be fine, and as soon as I start havin’ contractions, I will call you and you can hop on the next flight back. I promise—things will work out. You just can’t neglect your obligations.”

  The tension in his chest comes back, and my heart sinks. We’re never going to see eye to eye on this.

  “Goddammit, June. How the fuck am I going to concentrate on my music knowing you could have my baby at any time while I’m fucking halfway across the country or, worse yet, out of the country?” he demands angrily. His chest is heaving and his eyes are practically glowing with intensity.

  I sigh in defeat, knowing that, no matter what I say, he’ll never be happy until he has won this argument.

  “Fine,” I huff out in annoyance.

  His glaring eyes lose some of their punch and are replaced with overpowering love and heat. Once he rolls me over to my back, he runs his hand, almost reverently, over one of my huge breasts. The touch sends a need for more curling down my abdomen into my womb. I’m powerless when he caresses me.

  “June Bug. I know it’s not fine. You’re upset with me—I get it. But in the same regard, I don’t give a fuck. I’ve got every intention of protecting you and my son. Leaving you here while I go traipsing around the country is not a fucking option.”

  I’m about to cast out another argument, but when his lips meet one of my tender nipples, I whimper with the need for more. When his lips drag across my sensitive flesh, all thoughts are gone, replaced by basic human need. My hands slide into his hair and pull him closer, urging him to continue the assault of his tongue on my nipple.

  I could probably get off on what he’s doing with his mouth, but when his hand cups a throbbing part of my body between my legs, I realize I indeed want more. A long finger gently pushes inside me and slides in and out a few times, effectively collecting my juices. He withdraws it and runs it between the lips of my pussy before finally connecting with my clit. Creating a circular motion with the tip of his finger against my sweet spot, he slowly builds the fire deep within my core.

  I’ve forgotten all about his tongue on my breast because, honestly, my focus is on the growing intensity on the bundle of nerves his finger is teasing. “Bobby,” I moan as I feel myself drawing closer. His finger quickens its pace as he realizes I am nearing the edge.

  “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me,” he observes in a throaty grumble as he pulls away from my clit and pushes two fingers inside me this time to prove his point. He plants small kisses along my breast and down my swollen belly until he makes it to my pubic bone. His two fingers reach deep inside as he searches for the spot sure to drive me wild.

  He finds it and I nearly buck off the bed. When he locates my g-spot again, this time he drags his tongue up my slit and begins massaging my clit as well. The two motions combine and I’m about nearly insane with pleasure—so close to losing control.

  My whole body begins to tighten in anticipation as I am brought closer and closer to climax. When he sucks my clit between his wet lips, electric pulses shoot through my body, signaling my orgasm.

  “Fuck, Bobby!” I shout as I hold his head between my legs. He keeps licking, sucking, and finger-fucking while my body shudders uncontrollably as I come long and hard. When my full-body trembling tapers off to just sporadic twitching, he pulls away and grins up at me.

  My God, this man is so fucking hot—his face still glistening in the morning sun from the juices of my climax. Against my will, my thighs clench against him, and he raises an ornery eyebrow.

  “You ready to get fucked, June Bug?” he teases in a throaty half growl, half laugh. I whimper and nod, too overcome with my intense orgasm from only moments before to speak properly.

  He sits up on his knees and grabs hold of my hands, pulling me upright. My legs automatically hook around his waist, knowing what’s coming next. I thread my fingers together around the back of his neck as he grabs my ass and hauls me closer to him. One of his hands slips between us and grips his monstrous cock, teasing my entrance before using the other hand firmly planted on my bottom to push me onto it.

  From this position, we’ve learned that he can go deep inside me but my belly doesn’t get squished between us in the process. With my hands still clasped together behind his neck, I lean my head back while he bounces me on his dick. I know he’s already about to come because his grip on my ass cheeks tightens. But instead of giving in, he slows down and moves a hand between us to once again find my clit. This time, it’s still sensitive from my last mind-blowing orgasm, and I flinch when his thumb connects with the flesh.

  He begins a quick series of circles with the perfect amount of pressure, and I whimper softly as I near another moment of ecstasy. “Baby, I’m about to lose it. Come for me, sweet June Bug,” he demands, his voice dripping in equal parts lust and love. The deep timbre of his voice sends a message right to my core and I lose myself to all-encompassing shudders. I feel my pussy clenching around his cock, which immediately sends him spurting his hot seed into me. “Holy shit, you’re amazing,” he groans, still pumping inside. My ass will surely be bruised considering the way he’s still gripping me.

  I pull myself closer to him and press my lips against his. “I love you, Bobby,” I tell him between soft kisses.

  He gently eases me down until I’m on my back and we’ve separated. His warm semen trickles out of me and it turns me on. Together, our bodies thrum to life and thrive off the sexual energy of the other. Plain and simple, our bodies together create magic.

  He leans back down between my legs and nudges my pubic bone with his nose before inhaling me. Slowly, he crawls his way back up the bed to lie beside me. “I love you too,” he says with such adoration that it melts my heart. His eyes right now might as well be windows into his soul, because in this moment, I see that he loves me with every part of his being. I know that my gaze matches his one hundred percent.

  He dips down and grazes my lips with his own before beginning another series of teasing licks and sucks down my body. Though round one may just be ending, round two is well under way.

  We are just toweling off from our shower when I hear my phone ringing from my bedside table. Quickly tying the towel at my waist, I make my way over to answer Donnie. I know it is Donnie because I assigned stupid-ass Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking Ball as the ring tone.

  “What’s up, Dickhead?” I greet cheerfully as I search my drawers for some boxers. From the corner of my eye, I see June’s beautiful, naked, pregnant form disappear into the closet. If I had it my way, I’d keep her pregnant for the rest of her life. She fucking glows.

  “Redneck, we’re on our way over,” he warns. Even though he is trying to joke around, I sense something off in his voice. It instantly makes me nervous.

  We hang up and I throw on a pair of holey jeans and a black T-shirt. When June emerges from the closet, she is wearing a pink floor-length, strapless maxi dress. The swell of her belly stretches the material of the dress, and her swollen tits resting above it has my dick hardening from the sight.

  She half-waddles to the mirror and begins pulling her wet hair into a
bun. With her neck and upper chest exposed, I immediately have the urge to mark her with my infamous love sucks and bites. She catches me eyeing her hungrily in the mirror and smiles knowingly at me. After stalking over to her from behind, I put my hands on her belly and press my fucking rock-hard dick into her back.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I praise.

  She leans her head against my chest but rolls it to one side, giving me the access to her neck that I was practically drooling for. This woman can read me better than anyone. Better than Mom. Better than my band mates. I can’t wait until she has Sutton and lets me make an honest woman out of her. She’s adamant about wanting a destination wedding, and I’ll do whatever the fuck she wants as long as she becomes June Acer. And soon.

  Dipping my head down, I gently suck her neck where it meets her shoulder. She tastes like June and smells like soap. I kiss her neck a little harder and even tease her with my teeth.

  “Bobby,” she whimpers. I grind my dick against her back to let her know just how fucking hot I think she is. My hands are still on her belly, and I chuckle when I feel my son roll around inside. He’s getting huge now and thinks June is his punching bag. All sexual desire is gone because now I want to talk to my boy.

  Releasing June, I turn her to face me and kneel down in front of her. I kiss her belly and place my nose where I see a bulge from my son poking some body part out. “Hey there, little guy,” I croon into her belly.

  Another roll causes June to giggle from above me. Her hands lovingly stroke my hair, and in this moment, I feel like the grin on my face couldn’t get any bigger. This family of mine is my entire fucking world.

  “Daddy can’t wait to see you,” I tell him for the thousandth time since June got pregnant. I press my thumb against the lump in her belly and he rolls once more. We continue our playful game a few moments more before the doorbell rings from downstairs. June grabs hold of my hands and helps me to my feet.

  “I heard you talking to Donnie. Why are they coming over?” she asks as I clasp my hand with hers and guide her from the bedroom.

  “I’m not sure, but honestly, he didn’t sound like himself,” I confide and send her a nervous glance. She bites her lip and nods, worry etching her face. When we make it to the door, I open it to find Chaz, Donnie, Manny, and bitch-face Neve standing on the porch.

  Of course Neve pushes past everyone and grabs June’s hand, dragging her away from me into the kitchen. June doesn’t have many friends besides our mothers, the guys, and Neve. I think, given a choice, those two would never normally choose to be friends with one another, but they really have no one else considering they are the only two girlfriends of the band. I pull my attention from them and look at the guys as they walk in.

  “Dude, I’m fucking hungry,” Donnie gripes as he plops down on my sofa. “June! Make me some breakfast, woman!” I bristle at the need to throttle at him for ordering my woman around.

  June pokes her head around the corner. “Is an omelet okay, Donnie?” she asks sweetly. He nods and grins over at her.

  It’s hard not to be jealous of their relationship. He’s taken on the role of older brother for her. I’m happy that they’ve become close, but at the same time, I can’t help but want to throw her over my shoulder caveman-style and grunt that she belongs to me. It’s amazing how loving a woman with your heart and soul can bring out the most primitive, animalistic behavior in a man.

  “Anything you make is fucking delicious,” he tells her.

  She just laughs before asking if Chaz and Manny want one as well and then disappearing back into the kitchen. Once she’s gone, I cut right to the chase because I know something’s up.

  Chaz is sitting in the recliner with his elbows on his knees, looking fairly pissed off. I still can’t believe he stays with Neve when all they ever do is fucking fight. Even though they’ve been engaged for a couple of years, neither of them has made the actual move to tie the knot. It’s fucking weird as hell. Now that I have June, I want nothing more than my ring on her finger.

  Manny is still standing with his arms crossed. His look worries me the most—he looks sad. I hate fucking sad. I had enough of that for an entire lifetime when I lost my dad.

  “What’s up?” I ask them collectively.

  Donnie shrugs his shoulders and leans back on the couch. I sit down beside him because obviously Manny is the one here who has something to say by the look of his posture. He looks resolved to say what he needs to say. Quiet Manny. What in the fuck does Manny have to say to us? He just goes with the fucking flow and plays the shit out of the bass. When Donnie and I would go to groupie pound town in the past, Manny would always fucking disappear. Fuck, he’s coming out of the closet. I knew it. We’ll support him though—we’re like brothers, the four of us.

  “Guys, I’m going to have to leave to go back to Puerto Rico. It may be a while before I can come back,” he says sadly. We all just stare up at him in shock, waiting for the other ball to drop. There’s another fucking ball. I can see it in his eyes.

  “Well, we can just postpone the tour until you get back. June’s about to have the baby any day now,” I say simply. To me, this solves my dilemma of having to leave her pregnant. “We’ll just call David and have him wiggle dates around.” And I believe that David can do just that. He’s been a great manager thus far, always making impossible shit happen.

  Manny runs his dark hands through his even darker hair. He looks fucking stressed to the max. “I need to come clean about something,” he says softly, looking at each one of us with a frown on his face. “I haven’t been completely honest about something and I need to come out with it.”

  “Dude, you’re gay. It’s okay. We still love you, man Just know that this bad boy”—Donnie laughs as he thrusts his cock upward—“likes the pussy, not the pole.”

  Chaz rolls his eyes as I mutter, “Stupid motherfucker.”

  Manny’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “You think I’m gay?” he sputters out in shock.

  Chaz and I make eye contact because, even though we didn’t voice it, we thought the same thing.

  “Shit, no. I’m not gay, assholes. I have a wife,” he reveals.

  All three of our jaws drop at the bomb he just dropped on us. There’s no fucking way.

  “Manny, what the fuck? How are you married and we don’t know a thing about it?” I ask, genuinely hurt that he’s hidden such a huge part of his life. “And for how long?”

  He sighs heavily before answering. “Do you remember the summer after high school when I went back to Puerto Rico to visit my grandmother?”

  We all nod dumbly. He was gone all summer long and came back different—quieter, maybe slightly more responsible. I just thought it’d meant that we were all fucking growing up.

  “I met a girl. My grandmother’s neighbor. She was—is—the most beautiful woman on the planet. Her name is Elena. We fell in love right away. I got her pregnant, which we didn’t realize until the end of summer. It didn’t matter anyway. I wanted her as my wife. The only problem was my obligation to my brothers—you guys—and the band we’d created that was beginning to take off. She couldn’t leave her mother alone to take care of her many siblings. So we married, and I would visit whenever I could. We have two children. Josef and Alexandra. Josef, the oldest, is ten. Alexandra is my sweet girl, and she is four. Elena is also expecting again,” he smiles proudly.

  Again, we all look at him, completely dumbfounded. We’re all silent for a moment, and I can hear the June and Neve laughing in the kitchen, oblivious to the heavy shit that is being flung around in the living room.

  I take a deep breath before speaking. “Okay, Manny. Congrats on the family. Awesome fucking news. It kind of sucks that we’re hearing about it over a decade later, but whatever. When are you leaving us and for how long?” I ask him pointedly.

  His smile fades into a frown once more. “Elena’s mother was very ill and passed away last night. She needs me to help sort out her mother’s affairs. Elena has
several younger brothers and sisters that we want to take on custody for. There’s just a lot to do in order to get that all squared away. Plus, she’s heartbroken. She loved her mama so much. I’m so incredibly sorry to have kept this from you all. I just didn’t know how to break it to you guys. But my wife needs me, so I must go.”

  June enters the room with Neve behind her and passes out platefuls of omelets with bacon and fruit. Sensing the somber mood, they both retreat back into the kitchen without a word. Manny sits in an armchair, and we all eat our breakfast quietly, contemplating Manny’s words. Finally, Chaz breaks the silence.

  “So, Manny. What’s the deal? Are we looking at a few weeks, a month?” he asks.

  Manny pushes the empty plate away from him. “Honestly, Chaz, it could take several months. But that’s not the problem. The problem is, I’m tired of leaving my family for weeks and months. Alexandra asked me last time why I don’t live with them. It broke my heart. I love my family and want to be with them all of the time. Please forgive me, but I’m going to have to leave the band. You guys will always be my brothers.”

  As hurt as I am that Manny never told us about his secret life on the side, I understand where he’s coming from. There is no fucking way I could leave June and our baby.

  “I get it, man. Family is first. We’ll find a new bassist. I’ll call David and have him set up some auditions. You need to take care of your wife and kids. We only wish the best for you,” I tell him honestly.

  He exhales heavily and smiles at me. I always knew he was hiding something. What a fucking relief it is to finally know what is going on in his head. It’s mind boggling to think that he has a family, but it’s also kind of cool that he wants to be a good dad and husband to them.

  And Donnie, in true Donnie fashion, throws in his two cents. “Is she hot? You think I can get in on an Elena-and-June sandwich?” he asks, wagging his eyebrows suggestively back and forth between Manny and me. Before either of us has time to respond, Chaz throws the peel of his orange at him, hitting him square in the forehead.