Natalie

“Do it again, do it again!” Emily’s son Liam and Alessa’s daughter Izzy yell at the tops of their lungs. They’re always loud, but with the ear protectors on, it’s a whole new level.

They’re kept well behind the firing line by their mothers while Quickshot clears the chamber and pulls out the magazine, making sure his gun’s unloaded. In my past life, the very idea of having kids this close to live shooting would terrify me, and to be honest, it still does. Guns aren’t toys, but if there’s anyone with proper trigger discipline around here, it’s Quickshot.

It’s got to be about fifty yards to the tin cans he just shot over, one by one, so fast you’d think he was firing automatic. I’m amazed he can hit them at all, but then I’ve never shot a weapon in my life. If I had one, would it have protected me when the Unwanted invaded the apartment? Probably not. Against four men who knew what they were doing? No way. I’ll leave the shooting to the guys. Just the thought of it gives me the creeps.

But watching Quickshot show off his skills is always impressive.

“Cans are boring,” he says as he walks over to set up new targets. “Let’s do something hard.”

The kids cheer and the men around us laugh. Apparently the Screaming Eagles don’t care about the gun ordinances inside the city, because they’ve got a gun range set up behind the club house. The sun’s shining, the weather is amazing, and for once there aren’t any Mafia, other MCs, cops or even door to door salespeople.

The whole club’s having a barbeque around back with Chef manning the pig roast as Jewel flips burgers. Beer flows freely for the adults and soft drinks for the kids.

I’d never imagined this sort of family scene at a biker party, but it’s nice to see that there’s more to the club than just sex and violence. This would almost be wholesome if it wasn’t for the constant f-bombs. I guess things are changing with so many members having families, and a baby boom incoming.

Both Emily and Alessa are getting pretty big now as their dates are coming closer, and even Faith is on her way now too, though she’s a few months behind the others. They all look so happy.

“Didn’t know this was going to be a kiddy party,” one of the bikers grumbles. “But gotta admit, the food is a lot better these days, and we never had cupcakes before.”

Quickshot grins as he pulls some pieces of string from his pocket. “See? I told you nobody would complain.”

I blush as he ties the string to a stand above where the tin cans had been earlier. I squint to make out what he’s doing, but he’s too much in the way. It’s not until he moves that I understand. Five strings, with coins at the end. He’s going to try to hit the coins at that range? That’s insane.

Then he runs his hand through the line of strings, making them swing, and I realize he’s even crazier than I thought.

“No fucking way,” yells Wild Child with a raucous laugh. He’s standing behind Emily, his arms around her, helping her keep both Liam and Dante, who’s broken away from Alessa to come stand with Liam, in place. Dante might not be Liam’s real little brother, but they’re so close, he might as well be, just like the Eagles are with each other. “You can’t hit those from over here, not while they’re moving.”

Badass, who’s cradling me against his side, turns to him. “Fifty bucks says he nails all five.”

“All of them? You’re on.” Wild Child grins. “Easiest money I made all day.”

Animal, who’s on my other side and sliding a hand up towards my boob, at least until I slap it away, laughs. “You just lost a bet today, brother.” He sounds absolutely sure, but Wild Child just waves him off.

Quickshot must’ve heard, but he looks completely unbothered, his smile easy and his stride casual as he comes back to the shooting platform. By the time he has his gun reloaded, the coins have slowed, but they’re still all over the place, bouncing into each other sometimes. I have to admit that Wild Child is probably right this time, but there’s no way I’m going to bet against my man. “Did you hear that? Wild Child’s buying the next round!” I yell to him, and his smile widens.

The crowd buzzes as more bets are made. It’s hard to tell just from the rumble, but they seem about half and half as to whether he’s going to hit the coins or not. I’ve never worn glasses, but I can barely make out what to aim at. His eyesight must be amazing.

“Shut your holes!” yells Quickshot, and the crowd quiets. Even the kids, who’re watching with huge eyes.

He picks up the pistol and watches the coins swing right down the sight. I don’t think anyone’s even breathing, it’s so quiet. I know I’m not. Then his expression shuts down and his eyes narrow. Even knowing they’re just coins, I get chills. I’ve seen that expression before, and now I don’t have a single doubt that he’s going to make it.

The five shots come in such quick succession that I’m definitely not the only one who jumps. Even Animal shifts for a moment before he catches himself.

One right after another, all five coins snap back on their strings with a faint ring and one of them rips loose. I cheer, and the crowd cheers with me. Even Wild Child, who just lost fifty bucks but doesn’t seem to care.

Quickshot walks over to pick up the coins, separating them from the strings. When he comes back, he crouches in front of the kids and spreads the five quarters in his hand. Every single one has a hole straight through the middle. If I didn’t just see it with my own eyes, I’d never have believed it.

“What do you think? Did I do okay?”

Liam, Izzy and Dante all explode into excited chatter, leaning in to see closer. I grin, imagining him doing the same with his own kid in the future.

“Here, one each,” he says and holds his hand out. The kids grab them eagerly before running back to their parents to show them off proudly. Quickshot flashes them a grin before coming our way. Then he holds out the two coins left towards me. “One each,” he repeats.

“Do I look like a kid?” I tease as I take one of them and tuck it into my pocket.

He glances over at the actual kids, then back at me. “Nah, but maybe you want to hang onto them for the future.”

I was ready for a snappy comeback, but my mind blanks completely. “What?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. I just… I’ve been thinking lately. I like what some of the other guys have, with their old ladies I mean. Hell, even Faith’s knocked up now.” He looks between all three of us. “Our childhoods were shit, right? Out on our own, with nobody to show us or teach us, and we had to do all the fucking up ourselves. And we did. Life’s fucking short. I want a shot at giving a kid… or two… or however many you’d fucking want a chance at something better. Between the four of us… fuck, we’d rock this parenting shit. No pressure, you know? But… maybe?”

I wet my lips. I mean, I should’ve seen it coming, right? And yeah, I won’t even claim I’m not a little envious, which seems crazy since I’m working in my little cafe and keeping in touch with Sandra and… and… and making all sorts of excuses, but yeah. Yeah. When he says it like that, it feels natural. Right.

The next step.

“What about you guys? What do you think? If we’re doing this, all four of us have to be on board, otherwise it’ll never work.” Am I even considering getting pregnant? For real? Then again, the thought of trying for a baby with three guys and no protection… it has my core heating like it’s on fire.

“I’m in,” says Badass simply. It doesn’t surprise me. He’s big and protective and caring–a perfect father figure. He’s already got experience protecting Animal, so why not a kid of our own?

“Animal?” I look at him expectantly.

“Baby girl, just the idea has me hard as a fucking rock. Jesus Christ, of course I’d love to make babies with you. Quickshot’s right. We can do this fucking right, and I can’t fucking wait.”

I draw a deep breath and hold it while I give myself another moment to make sure that I’m certain. I nod. “Okay.”

Quickshot looks at me with big eyes, a wide grin spreading on his face. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

An arm snakes around my waist and my feet leave the ground. I squeal in surprise, getting a few laughs from the crowd as Badass sweeps me up and sets a course for the clubhouse.

“Wait! I didn’t think you meant now now. Really?” It feels very sudden to go from ‘yeah, okay’ to ‘let’s do it’ just like that.

“Why would we wait?” asks Quickshot as he holds the door for the rest of us.

“We’re men of action, baby girl. You know that. Especially when that action is you.”

“I swear you guys just like to carry me places,” I say with a laugh as they carry me full speed to Animal’s room. “We already did the over the threshold thing.”

“It’s faster this way,” Quickshot says with a laugh, dropping me on the bed with a bounce.A moment later I’m dropped on the bed with a grunt, and the guys are busy tearing off their clothes.

Now that’s a sight I’ll never grow tired of.

Wow.

“You like those clothes?” Badass asks.

“Um, yeah?”

“Then get naked before we rip them off,” he says with a smirk, and I don’t doubt his threat for a moment. No time for strip teases today, they are men on a mission and that mission is our future.

Even rushing, I’m nowhere near fast enough. A button goes flying off my jeans before I’ve even got my shirt over my head, and a couple of moments later, all I’ve got on are my socks. The guys don’t seem to care, since they’re not in the way of anything important.

Badass drops to his knees between my legs and pushes them up. His tongue slides through my folds and I close my eyes and moan. I was plenty slick already, but he just feels so good. And he loves to make sure that I feel good.

Animal and Quickshot get on their knees on either side of my head, their big cocks hovering over me, the tips already slick with excitement. I reach for them, wrapping my fingers tight so I can feel their pulses. I start to stroke, and they reward me with throaty moans.

As Animal buries his fingers in my hair, Quickshot captures one of my nipples between his fingers. His little tugs are just enough to tease and distract.

“I want a taste,” I moan, and Animal is there like he was waiting for it. The thick head of his dick fills my mouth and I swirl my tongue around it, savoring his masculine flavor while mirroring what Badass’s talented tongue is doing between my legs.

With a groan, Animal pulls away, and then Quickshot’s pushing his hard cock over my tongue. His precum coats my tastebuds, salty and tasting of him. He bumps against the back of my mouth, and my thighs close around Badass’s head as I tense up. He laughs and pushes me back open.

Quickshot pulls back, his expression bordering on pained. “Fuck, I don’t wanna risk losing it before I even get into your pussy. You’re getting way too fucking good at that. I almost fucking lost it, babe.”

I smile up at him in a way that’s not innocent by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve been practicing, and it’s nice to get a little confirmation that I’m improving. Just as they’re experts at making me feel like I’m in heaven, I want to make them feel good too. It feels like an accomplishment to make them lose control rather than the other way around. But I guess he’s right, that isn’t the goal tonight.

Animal has no such worries, because he’s right back in my mouth as soon as it’s available. I moan around him, making my tongue and lips vibrate against his shaft, and his answering moan is so hot. I love that I can drive these men crazy, and that they’re crazy about me.

“Are you ready, honey?” Badass looks up at me, his face glistening with my juices. His big body looms over me, with his heavy cock pointing right between my legs.

Oh God. It’s for real this time. Is it too late to wonder if we should’ve thought and talked a little bit more about it first? I can say ‘cookie’ and they’ll stop. I know that. But since when did we ever really spend a lot of time talking and planning instead of just doing? Worrying about it is something the old me would have done, but now I know that, between the four of us, we’ll make anything work.

So I spread my legs as far as I can, then look him right in the eyes and say, “Let’s do this. Let’s make a baby.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, and then he’s spreading me open with his thickness. Did he grow even bigger since last time?

“You really like this idea, don’t you?” I tease.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans burying all of himself inside me. That’s so, so good.

He finds his rhythm quickly, starting slow but too impatient to stay there for long. And I’m right there with him. Soon, he’s pounding in and out of me, and I’m thrusting my hips up against him with a moan on my lips. He already had me on edge with his tongue, and his practiced motions combined with knowing what we’re about to do has me ready to go. Like I’m on a river in a barrel, and I can see the waterfall roaring right up ahead.

He feels so good, a perfect fit, like we were created for each other. But it’s like that with Quickshot and Animal too, so maybe we were all created for each other.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” Badass groans. “I’m fucking gonna–“

He loses his words as he drives himself deep and stays there, the tip of his cock mashed right up against my womb. And then he comes, his cock pulsing as his muscles force every drop of cum that he’s got inside me.

I drop over the edge, coming apart around him. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it feels so right. So good. So absolutely perfect. I clutch onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me from falling, while I quiver with his big cock deep inside. My muscles tense around his thickness, squeezing him hard. He groans into my ear, and I lose it completely as everything turns white and I float in a dense sea of pleasure, finally collapsing back on the bed, breathless.

“Wow,” I get out in a whisper.

Badass’s breathing is coming in ragged gasps, but as it stills, he smiles at me. “There. Job’s done.”

“Well, we don’t know for sure…” I say.

“Then we’ll fucking try again until we get there. Practice makes fucking perfect.”

I let out with a pleased sigh. “Definitely practice. No, wait, don’t go.”

He pulls himself out and I whine at the loss of him. I wasn’t ready, at least not until Quickshot takes his place. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you stay empty for long,” he says with a grin, and then I’m full of cock again.

I’m a slippery mess, already full of one load, but he doesn’t care at all, fucking me hard so he can add his own contribution. It’s not long before I’m gasping and raking my nails down his back as I race towards another orgasm. I don’t know how these guys do it, but I swear their cocks are magical.

And when he groans a long, drawn-out, “Fuuuuck,” I explode around him just as he adds his thick cum to the mess already inside me. It doesn’t matter who fires the winning shot, because in the end, they’ll be all ours, and that’s stronger than any silly genetics.

By now, Animal’s so eager that he grabs Quickshot by the shoulders and pulls him off me. His hard cock struts like it’s trying to touch the ceiling, and if it swells just a little bit longer, it just might manage.

He slips deep inside me, stretching me to my limit. So good.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, and so fucking tight,” he groans.

I think most of the wetness is cum, but he doesn’t care. He’s on a mission, fucking me like he’s on a deadline, fast and hard. It’s a good thing that’s exactly what I need for a third time around. He pins my wrists as he leans in to kiss me silly, while still driving deep into my pussy. Last, but definitely not least.

We climb towards climax together, our breaths racing and our bodies pressing together. My heart’s pounding and I’m just about to scream out another orgasm when he presses deep and holds himself there. As he growls, I scream, digging my nails into his back to hold on. His huge cock pulses inside me, giving me my third filling for the evening. I know it’s not the amount that determines whether it will work or not, but even still, I can’t imagine not being pregnant after all this.

He collapses on top of me, catching most of his weight on his elbows. We lie there for a while, luxuriating in the post-sex glow, feeling ourselves breathe against each other while I trace the outlines of his biceps with my fingertips.

“I just got fucked senseless,” I say with a huff.

“We do our best,” says Badass, who’s lying to my left and softly stroking my overarm.

“But if it’s not enough,” adds Quickshot from the other side, idly tickling my nipple with his fingertip. It’s just barely skirting that line between pleasurable and too much. “If it’s not enough, then we’ll just have to fucking do it again, right?”

I nod. “Right.”

“And we’ll just keep trying until we get it right,” says Animal.

“But then, you’ll stop, right? No need after that.” I struggle really hard to keep my tone deadpan.

Animal leans in just enough to press a soft kiss onto my lips. “If you think that we’re ever going to stop fucking you, you’re so fucking wrong.”

“Even when I’m old and saggy and gray? Or when I’m huge with a baby? Or when you’re mad at me?” I chew my lower lip, suddenly a little insecure.

Badass looks at the other guys. “I don’t even fucking understand the question. Didn’t Animal just say that we’re never going to stop fucking her?”

“He abso-fucking-lutely did,” agrees Quickshot. “Maybe we really did fuck her senseless?”

I can’t hold it anymore, and a laugh escapes. They know just how to make me feel secure again. “Fine. I get it. God, just let me rest a little, okay?”

“I dunno,” says Animal. “What’s in it for us, because I really want to fuck you again, until you can’t fucking walk.”

“I’ll bake muffins?”

The guys laugh. “Deal!”

(c) Stephanie Brother 2023