deployed.
If ever a man was made for a large family, it was Luke. She wanted to give that to him. She wasn’t religious, but she prayed every day for him. And at that moment, when Josh’s own bellow of glory echoed around the yard, she murmured inwardly, “Please, God, keep him safe, bring him back to me, to us all. Let him be a father.”
It wasn’t that Lexi wasn’t enough. Gia knew any second child they had would be equally adored. To be a father to his own flesh and blood was something Luke needed. As he always did his best to give her everything she needed, Gia couldn’t quibble over this.
Did it hurt her Lexi wasn’t enough?
Maybe, a smidgen. But Luke wasn’t perfect; he was human, and he needed this.
That was all that mattered.
Chapter Five
“Rocking the prune look, babe.”
Gia rolled her eyes. “Your ass was fucked once, Luke. I’ve had my pussy pounded three times today and my butt fucked. You’re lucky I’m not crying into my pillow. I refuse to leave the water.”
He snorted. “Good thing you have two sex slaves.”
Grinning, she flicked some bubbles at him. “Okay, slave, pour me some more hot water.”
He winked but leaned over to release the faucet.
Gia sighed in relief as the heat seeped into her bones and sank between her legs. It was the only way to dispel the ache of a serious fucking session with these two. After the amount of sex they all had together, it would have made sense for her pussy to be accustomed to such treatment. But nope. Her bits were still inordinately tender, usually taking her out of the game for a good two days.
It sucked.
Although she did get to watch Luke and Josh beat out their sexual tension on one another. She could come from watching Josh suck Luke off, and when Luke fucked Josh? Oh man, the look on his face was like a bomb to her libido.
These two were walking porn flicks, tailored specifically for her needs.
She rested her head on the ledge and studied Luke's calm face. Ever since Josh had fucked him, he’d been a lot more relaxed. If she’d known it was that easy, she’d have bought a goddamn strap-on.
The nature of Josh’s work meant he wasn’t there every day. Sometimes he slept on the base. He had a bedroom off his office, and there were occasions, late nights and early mornings, when he would stay there rather than make the forty-minute commute.
Luke always came home. He was like that. It might have meant him losing sleep, but he’d still rather be at home with his family than at the base. It would be hard to be without him on this deployment. She was used to him being here, to always being at her side during an evening.
In fact, hard wasn't the word. Doing without him was going to be hell.
His last tour had only been a short one, three months. This was closer to a year.
Nine months without seeing him.
Her stomach clenched at the thought. She pressed a hand to her belly, realizing if they’d made a baby tonight, if a miracle had happened, Luke wouldn’t be here to see the child born.
And like that, she burst into tears.
It had been an emotional day. It hadn’t started out that way. If anything, it had been a regular old hump day. She’d had her chores, had ended them with her stint in the garden, and then Josh had come home and everything had tilted upside down.
She hadn’t cried this much since Lexi’s birth, when postpartum depression had bombarded her with the ferocity of a turn on the bumper cars.
Luke’s head shot up at the sound of her tears. He immediately knelt down by her side. “What’s wrong, baby? I don’t think I’ve seen you cry this much in years.”
She raised a hand and covered her face. “Don’t look at me,” she sputtered. “Please, let me burn this out.” Hell, why hadn’t these thoughts come to her while he and Josh were downstairs, warming up the dinner she’d prepared for them today?
“Don't hide from me, honey. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to put this on your
If ever a man was made for a large family, it was Luke. She wanted to give that to him. She wasn’t religious, but she prayed every day for him. And at that moment, when Josh’s own bellow of glory echoed around the yard, she murmured inwardly, “Please, God, keep him safe, bring him back to me, to us all. Let him be a father.”
It wasn’t that Lexi wasn’t enough. Gia knew any second child they had would be equally adored. To be a father to his own flesh and blood was something Luke needed. As he always did his best to give her everything she needed, Gia couldn’t quibble over this.
Did it hurt her Lexi wasn’t enough?
Maybe, a smidgen. But Luke wasn’t perfect; he was human, and he needed this.
That was all that mattered.
Chapter Five
“Rocking the prune look, babe.”
Gia rolled her eyes. “Your ass was fucked once, Luke. I’ve had my pussy pounded three times today and my butt fucked. You’re lucky I’m not crying into my pillow. I refuse to leave the water.”
He snorted. “Good thing you have two sex slaves.”
Grinning, she flicked some bubbles at him. “Okay, slave, pour me some more hot water.”
He winked but leaned over to release the faucet.
Gia sighed in relief as the heat seeped into her bones and sank between her legs. It was the only way to dispel the ache of a serious fucking session with these two. After the amount of sex they all had together, it would have made sense for her pussy to be accustomed to such treatment. But nope. Her bits were still inordinately tender, usually taking her out of the game for a good two days.
It sucked.
Although she did get to watch Luke and Josh beat out their sexual tension on one another. She could come from watching Josh suck Luke off, and when Luke fucked Josh? Oh man, the look on his face was like a bomb to her libido.
These two were walking porn flicks, tailored specifically for her needs.
She rested her head on the ledge and studied Luke's calm face. Ever since Josh had fucked him, he’d been a lot more relaxed. If she’d known it was that easy, she’d have bought a goddamn strap-on.
The nature of Josh’s work meant he wasn’t there every day. Sometimes he slept on the base. He had a bedroom off his office, and there were occasions, late nights and early mornings, when he would stay there rather than make the forty-minute commute.
Luke always came home. He was like that. It might have meant him losing sleep, but he’d still rather be at home with his family than at the base. It would be hard to be without him on this deployment. She was used to him being here, to always being at her side during an evening.
In fact, hard wasn't the word. Doing without him was going to be hell.
His last tour had only been a short one, three months. This was closer to a year.
Nine months without seeing him.
Her stomach clenched at the thought. She pressed a hand to her belly, realizing if they’d made a baby tonight, if a miracle had happened, Luke wouldn’t be here to see the child born.
And like that, she burst into tears.
It had been an emotional day. It hadn’t started out that way. If anything, it had been a regular old hump day. She’d had her chores, had ended them with her stint in the garden, and then Josh had come home and everything had tilted upside down.
She hadn’t cried this much since Lexi’s birth, when postpartum depression had bombarded her with the ferocity of a turn on the bumper cars.
Luke’s head shot up at the sound of her tears. He immediately knelt down by her side. “What’s wrong, baby? I don’t think I’ve seen you cry this much in years.”
She raised a hand and covered her face. “Don’t look at me,” she sputtered. “Please, let me burn this out.” Hell, why hadn’t these thoughts come to her while he and Josh were downstairs, warming up the dinner she’d prepared for them today?
“Don't hide from me, honey. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to put this on your
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