I was surprised as hell when she said she wanted my name on her ass. Of course I had to be the one to do it. There was no way I was letting anyone else look at her ass. I’d gotten her name tattooed on my neck.
She also had gotten a tattoo in honor of her brother, and she had a viper on her left inner bicep.
“Kane.” She moaned as I reached around and played with her clit.
We were in our room at the clubhouse, so she tried to be quiet, but she couldn’t hold back when I hit her spot.
“That’s right. Let them know the first lady likes getting fucked.” I increased the speed of my strokes.
We had a whole day of things to do, so we needed to make it quick.
I gripped her hair and pulled her head back. I leaned forward, making my dick go deeper, and kissed her.
She hummed against my mouth as our tongues swirled around each other. A few pumps later, she came as she damn near bit my tongue off. It didn’t take long for me to cum right behind her.
I missed the warmth of her pussy as soon as I slid out.
“Damn. Pussy still exquisite five years later.” I chuckled as I rolled over onto my back.
“You know damn well we weren’t even supposed to be having sex right now.”
“Shit if we weren’t. Luckily, we have things to do, or I would have fallen asleep in that shit. Do you know what it’s like to fuck a pregnant woman?” I shook my head. I got chills just thinking about how wet and gushy she was now that she was pregnant again.
We had our first son, Rameek, and he was almost five. He acted just like the man he was named after. She’d gotten pregnant two years after we had him, but she suffered a miscarriage. This time around, we were careful. We didn’t even tell anyone until after the first trimester. It was hard losing our baby, but we got through it together. We did our best to have a positive attitude, and this time, she made it to seven months, and her doctor assured us everything was good.
Munch rolled over and wrapped her arm around me. She got as close to me as her stomach allowed.
“I can’t believe we are about to open a STEM center. My brother would have loved it.”
I reached between us and rubbed her stomach. We decided to wait to see what we were having, but my guess was a girl. It didn’t matter, as long as they were healthy.
“He would have.” I kissed her nose. “I’m sure he is proud of you, Mrs. McNeil.”
“I’m sure he is too.”
Munch and I had gotten married a few months after I proposed to her. We did it at the clubhouse surrounded by our friends and family. Her parents were no longer skeptical of me, and her father and I had a great relationship. He even came by the clubhouse sometimes to hang out with me. Her mother and mine were great friends. Our son had the best grandparents, and plenty of aunts and uncles at the clubhouse.
Tech and Carmen were his godparents, and they spoiled him like everyone else.
The Vipers had been doing well, and we put on more events in the community, thanks to Munch. She connected with some people at the local hospital, and we combined events at times.
“I think we should get ready. My parents said they were going to meet us at the center.” I got out of bed, then helped her up so we could shower.
An hour later, we arrived at the STEM center. Blue and chrome motorcycles lined the streets. This was a big deal, not just for us, but for the Vipers as a whole. A lot of them helped us out during the process.
We decided to name it Rameek’s, since it was his dream. I never knew he wanted to open a STEM center, so I had no problem backing Munch when she presented me with the idea. She spent her days taking care of our son and our household, all the while preparing for the opening.
We purchased a bigger house because we needed more room with our growing family. I still had the Bronco and my bike, but we took Munch’s SUV whenever we went somewhere as a family. She finally learned how to ride on her own, but she didn’t ride when she was pregnant.
Lil Rameek was already into motorcycles, and I couldn’t wait to get him his own.
“Daddy!” My son ran full speed into me as soon as he spotted me.
I bent down and opened my arms to receive him. I smiled at his blue vest that had Baby Meek and a viper on the back.
“What’s up, man?” I kissed the top of his head and hugged him.
“Nothing.” He walked over to his mom and rubbed her stomach. “Hey.” He rubbed his mother’s stomach as much as he could and talked to the baby.
