Layne cut him off. “I get it, he’s f**ked.”

“He’s f**ked,” Sully confirmed.

“Good. Can I go now?” Layne asked with only an edge of patience.

Layne heard Sully chuckle and he again clenched his teeth.

“Yep,” Sully answered.

Layne flipped his phone shut, tossed it on the bed and bent his head toward Rocky.

“Is everything –?” she started.

“Fine,” Layne gritted then he drove his c**k into her and her back left the bed again as a mew slid out of her throat.

Jesus. Heaven. All of it.

Then he bent his head further and kissed his woman at the same time he f**ked her.

Hard.

* * * * *

Monday, 6:21 a.m.

Layne laid on his back in bed, his head resting on his hands, and listened to Rocky in her bathroom.

His mind wasn’t on the sweet orgasm he’d had or the one he’d given her. It also wasn’t on the noises coming from the bathroom. It further wasn’t on the million and freaking three things he had going on in his life.

His mind was on walking into Vi and Cal’s house and seeing Raquel sitting cross-legged on the floor with Vi and Cal’s baby daughter Angela bouncing on her little feet in Rocky’s lap. Rocky was holding Angela’s little hands and laughing in Angela’s giggling face.

Back in the day, they’d planned to have three kids. They were both agreed on that, it was definite. Three. Layne had no siblings, he’d always wanted one and he’d wanted one more seeing how Roc was with her brother. Rocky had a brother and she loved him so she would have been happy to have another brother or a sister, she didn’t care. Family meant everything to her, the bigger, the better. So they decided three, definitely three.

He had two.

Rocky had none.

Rocky walked out of the bathroom carrying a mug of coffee, her hair up in a twist at the back and she was wearing a dark green set of underwear, satin with a hint of dark gray lace. Layne had learned this meant she was wearing green somewhere on her body that day. Rocky had a lot of underwear in a lot of colors and she matched it to her outfits. This, too, was new and this, too, Layne liked. He liked it because, even if he didn’t see her dress, he could make a fair guess at what she was wearing under her clothes.

And he liked that a lot.

“Baby, come here,” he called and she looked his way.

“I have to get to work, sweetheart.”

“Come here,” he repeated, she stopped in the doorway to her closet, stared at him a second and walked to him.

When she got close, Layne did an ab curl, grabbed one of her wrists and took the mug of coffee from her other hand. He set it on the nightstand then, with a tug on her wrist, he laid back down and Rocky hit him full frontal.

“Layne!”

His arms moved around her, trapping her.

“I have to get to work,” she repeated.

“I know but I have to ask you something.”

She stopped pressing back when she paid attention to his face.

Then she whispered, “What?”

“You want kids?” Layne asked, straight out.

Her body jerked then she repeated, “What?” but it was breathy this time.

“You want kids?”

“I… um…” she stammered then her eyes slid to the pillow beside his head.

“Eyes to me, Roc,” he ordered and her eyes shot back.

“Yes,” she answered, that one word quick, forced out and openly scared. He knew this because she barely hissed out the “s” before her body braced.

He grinned at her and whispered, “Good, baby, how many you want? Two, three?”

She stared in his eyes, her body still, her eyes getting bright and her nostrils quivered. She was going to cry and to fight it back, she served up attitude.

“What?” she whispered back, “Are you growing an army?”

Layne laughed, rolled her to her back, rolled right on top of her and buried his face in her neck.

“You didn’t answer,” he said into her neck.

“Layne, you’re messing up my hair.”

He lifted his head. “Sweetcheeks, answer my question.”

She glared at him, pure bullshit, he could see she was happy and his chest squeezed at the sight.

“One, if it’s a boy. If it’s a girl, two but only with the hopes of having another girl.”

“Evening out the numbers?”

“No.”

Layne’s brows went up. “You don’t like boys?”

“Little boy clothes aren’t as cute as little girl clothes.”

Layne stared at her and saw she was being serious, basing her desire of what gender child she wanted to have on shopping.

Then he muttered, “Jesus.”

“They aren’t,” Rocky defended.

“Girls means I’ve got Cal’s headaches and gotta pray every night they meet a boy like Jas, when Jas is into them, that is. Boys you just give condoms.”

Her body locked under his and she snapped, “Layne!”

“It’s true.”

“Boys means I have to hope they don’t pay a lot of attention to their badass Dad and don’t want a career where they sleep with a gun under their pillow.”

He grinned. “You caught that?”

“Hard to miss when I put your pajamas on it, Layne.”

His voice softened when he assured her, “It’s just a precaution.”

“Against your enemies or the pissed off fathers of Jasper’s pre-Keira escapades?”

He grinned again. “You caught that too?”

“Kids talk and, by the way, that’s reason two, no boys.”

“Why?”

“How many more reasons do you want?” she asked.

“Twelve,” he answered.

“A girl…” she stopped, her eyes unfocused and her body got tight and when she spoke again he knew into his soul, it wasn’t to him. “A girl I can teach, I can tell her things, I can show her the way, I can explain the stuff that will happen in her life.” Her eyes refocused and her body relaxed under his. “A girl I can give all that my Mom never got the chance to give me.”

“Girls it is then,” Layne whispered instantly and he watched Rocky blink, her face startled before that surprise died, hope filled the space it left and she smiled.

“Is that a guarantee, Tanner Layne?” she whispered back.

“Nope, but I’ll see what I can do.”

Her hand came to his jaw, her thumb sweeping his cheek then his lips before it slid across to wrap around his chin, she lifted up and touched her mouth to his.