TIFFIN 3

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Hero nearly blanched, but his expression recovered quickly. 

"Was that-?" 

I laughed excitedly. My little girl knew who her father was. 

"It was her kicking. Want to feel?" 

He didn't waste any time: he planted his hands over my bump, his face a mask of... shock and adoration. It took me aback to see him light up like this. 

"That's... amazing." He breathed. "We created that?" 

I nodded, biting my lip which might have not been the best idea. Hero's eyes turned molten, burning me with an intense gaze. 

"Perhaps we should get to work and make twins." 

As he lowered me back on the bed, I giggled. 

"I'm not sure it works that way, sweety. But I'm sure we can- um, what are you doing?" 

His mouth had somehow traveled up my thighs, to press against my heated snatch. He looked like the devil, buried underneath my dress and staring up at me with a challenging stare. 

He may have been the devil, but I didn't care. Tempt me and drag me to hell. As long as I got another orgasm out of it.

Being the horny bastard he was, Hero started by rubbing his nose against my slit. It teased the edges, then massaged my wet walls, making me clench in earnest. 

"Oh god." I whined. 

"You like that baby?" Hero taunted. 

"Yes!" I screamed. "Don't stop." 

Unfortunately for me, he didn't listen. He kissed my swollen lips, pulling back  ever so slightly. 

"I can't have you coming so fast, my sweet wife. This time I'll have you so tight around my cock you won't think of anything else for months." 

With gusto, he lifted one of my legs baring my sex to him.

"I like the way you're trust up like this. Shall I tie you next time so you have no choice but to take my girth?" 

I let out a squeak of excitement. 

"Next time. For now, I'm going to fuck you like-" 

Before he could finish his declaration, a harsh knock sounded on the door. 

"Okay, you guys!" 

Crap. It was Kylie.

"Hold on!" I shouted, my voice wavering dangerously. "We're- we're getting dressed-!" 

I could imagine her rolling her eyes from behind the closed door. 

"Give it up; we could the screaming from outside. Now, get out here, you depraved nasties, so we can eat some grub."

When the tell-tale sign of receding footsteps could be heard, I tapped on Hero so he would lower my leg.

"Let's not keep them waiting." 

He tried pushing me back on the bed. 

"You're going to give me blue balls? I swear I'll make this hard and fast-" 

I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"Our daughter needs to be fed." 

As if just remembering my pregnancy, he jumped into action, landing on his feet. He held out a hand and led me out of the bedroom. 

When we opened the sliding glass door, everyone eyed us both, their eyes dragging to Hero's soft hold on my belly. It was tense for a moment until we all eventually fell into laughter and conversation. 

Despite Hero not knowing many of the new faces at our home, he handled it well. Harold and Darrien tried to engage him in discussion about their jobs and hobbies. At first, I could tell tensions were high with my husband. 

I could see the familiar jealousy run across his features for one fleeting minute, until he realized that they had no intention of making moves on me. 

I didn't blame him for feeling this way. I had been seen around with Eli and Cole.

I was not looking forward to seeing them again. 

My gaze met with Rose, Brendan, and Kylie. With one look, I let them know that everything was fine. They accepted this. I knew they did. 

Jo and I shared a glance as well. It was still awkward between us but I couldn't let her go as my friend.

I was sure I had said some insensitive things. I couldn't hold what she'd said against her, though, we would need to have a come-to-Jesus-moment. 

As I lifted a forkful of potato salad to my mouth, Hero rubbed my back. 

"You alright?" 

I nodded, grinning enthusiastically. 

"Yes. I'm perfect."