I shift in my seat a little.

Fuck, my balls are drawing up just thinking about it. I need her. This day can’t end soon enough.

And before it ends, Mia will be giving me her own little surprise.

I rub at my jaw, thinking as I stare out the window. Beside us, a tractor trailer drives through a puddle. A rush of water sloshes on the hood.

What is she planning? I can’t imagine it being anything related to fucking. Not with the kings of cock-block roaming the house.

She knows it’s pointless.

I get hard. She slides down on my dick. Five seconds later someone cries or screams or beats their tiny fists against the door, begging and bargaining for entry. Turning the locked knob and sobbing harder when they’re kept out.

Mia tenses. I’m thrown off of my game. I can’t fuck my wife when my kid is crying ten feet away, when I can see his little fingers reaching underneath the door and tapping the carpet, his husky voice desperate and sad.

I also can’t keep experiencing five seconds of Mia’s pussy. It’s torture. The worst kind.

Here’s a taste of heaven. Oh, you love it here? Too fucking bad. Time’s up.

For the sake of my balls and everyone’s sanity, we haven’t tried anything the past couple of nights. We were in agreement, both of us on the same page. Now she’s throwing a surprise at me?

She said it’s epic. I’d classify every surprise Mia has ever given me involving her body as epic.

The time she videoed herself masturbating and sent it to me while I was working a double. Or the time she woke me up taking half of my cock into her ass.

Christ, I’ll never forget that anniversary. Filthy girl. She made me come so hard that night.

She might be as sex starved as I am, but she isn’t a sadist. Mia wouldn’t try and pull something tonight knowing damn well whatever we start, we won’t be finishing. That eliminates anything sexual in nature. And if it doesn’t involve her tits and ass, I’m stumped. It could be anything.

Maybe she’s pregnant.

The idea shocks my awareness, spreading to every thought center of my brain and eliminating any and all other possibilities.

It makes sense. Mia has surprised me before with news like that. And we did have that one day last month when she managed to get Chase asleep while Nolan was at school.

I was out, dead to the world after my shift, but the second I felt her hot tongue on my cock the last thing on my mind was getting any rest.

I pinned her down and fucked her hard and fast on the floor until she came with a scream muffled by my hand. My orgasm quickly followed. Afterward, we laughed together as we admired each other’s rug burns. I kissed the scarlet marks on her skin.

Holy shit. Is that it? Am I going to get home tonight and hear my angel telling me she’s carrying another one of my kids?

“Fuck,” I whisper, scrubbing my face.

My head drops against the seat.

“What?” Luke glances over at me. “You forget your wallet or something?”

He notches up the speed of the wipers to the highest setting. It does little to improve visibility. I can barely see the lines on the road myself.

I shake my head, ignoring the weird smirk he’s wearing.

“Why are we going out to get lunch again?” I ask, gesturing at the weather. “We could’ve ordered in and avoided this shit. I can’t see anything.”

“I can see.”

“Is that why you keep leaning forward?”

He glares through the windshield. “Fuck off.”

I chuckle, staring ahead as he drives us into town.

Luke insisted on running out to grab something today. Arguing some bullshit about how food always tastes better when you eat it inside the establishment.

What the fuck does that matter?

Asshole. He wouldn’t shut up about it. He also wasn’t hearing me when I said I wasn’t interested in spending any more time on the road in these conditions. We’ve been out in it all day. I was fine staying in, but he kept pressing.

Naming different restaurants with quick service and stunning views. Like he gives a shit about scenery. Pulling up menus on his phone and reading to me the in-house specials. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was like being in the toy store with Nolan, only instead of the newest Lego kit, Luke was on the verge of begging me to go out on a fucking date with him.

He paced in front of my desk until I launched out of my seat and shoved his ass outside. I’m sure if I didn’t have some muscle on him, Luke would’ve chosen that tactic himself.

It would’ve saved him a fuckload of time.

“Fucking Christ,” he mumbles, sitting up a little taller. The corner of his eye narrows.

“You can’t see shit,” I snap. “Pull over. You’re going to get us killed.”

“Anybody ever tell you you’re the worst passenger ever? How does Mia stand it?”

Mia.

Desire stirs in my blood. I shift again in the seat, tugging at my slacks.

“She doesn’t. I drive. Keeps me distracted from putting my hands on her.”

Or distracted enough. I still have use of one hand.

Luke laughs under his breath. He shoots me a quick glance. “You’re so fucking tense, man. Look at you. How close are you to yanking the wheel right now?”

My brow tightens.

Am I tense?

I’m fucking horny, and I’m anxious to find out if I’m going to be a dad again. Maybe I am being a little short with people lately. I did almost make that woman cry today when I asked her why the fuck she thought it was a good idea to try and cross a bridge with two feet of standing water on it. Then there was Richardson, that dickhead. I was ready to push his ass into traffic after interfering on my time with Mia.

Maybe I need to ease up a bit. Maybe not. All these assholes are probably getting regular, uninterrupted sex, so fuck them.

I flex and relax my fingers around the door handle, willing my restlessness to fade.

“By the way, I owe you and Tessa for agreeing to keep the boys. Anything . . . when the time comes and you need a favor, you got it.”

Luke’s shoulder jerks. “We’re happy to do it. You know we love hanging out with them. It’ll be good for us anyway.”

A nervousness changes his tone. His voice grows tighter.

I stare at his profile. “You two okay?”

Shit. Am I so absorbed in my own depravity that I’m missing the signs of my family’s unhappiness?

Luke cuts me a look. His eyes flickering wider. “What? Oh . . . no. I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck. Sorry.” He shakes his head and resumes looking forward. “We’re great. She’s great. It’s just the whole kid thing. Tessa avoids that topic like the goddamn plague. I can’t get her to talk about it.”

“You want that? Kids?”

“Fuck yeah, I want that. And I thought she wanted it.” He exhales noisily while adjusting his grip on the wheel. “Shit. I think she still does. I don’t know. It’s like she’s scared to talk about it with me. Anytime I bring it up she gets fucking weird. The other day she told me she was running to the store to pick up her birth control, and I said something about maybe not picking it up. You should’ve seen her. She pretended she was getting a phone call and ran out of the house.”

“Subtle,” I laugh. “I can see her acting like that. Think about where she’s coming from.”