Shortly after coming back from Costa Rica, we bought our own house. The suite is still available at the compound, but we rarely use it.

Now, we live on an old orange grove. The house was renovated by the same firm that did our clubhouse. Silvie put her little touches on things. We've got a bathroom like our stay in New Orleans and a patio with a jacuzzi like we had in Arizona.

Two things my dick is very, very thankful for.

"You just gonna stand there or you getting in with me?" she calls to me as I stand in the doorway of our bathroom.

She's sunk down to her shoulders in the tub with so many bubbles I can't even tell there's water in it. I glance over my shoulder, Kingston and Crew, our two sons are napping on our bed. We've had two babies in two years. We call them our twins, even though they were born fifteen months apart.

"You can't be quiet enough for me to get in there with you," I smile.

"Okay," she grumbles, "then help me up."

She holds up her arms and I take her slippery, tiny, hands in mine. She's covered in bubbles still and I grab a fluffy towel to help her dry off. Dropping to my knees, I kiss her swollen belly, pressing my hands on either side.

Her happy smile meets me as I look up at her stunning face. She always shines, but she glows when she's pregnant. That's probably why we're having our third already. Running my hands down her silky skin, I stop at her most tender part. She hisses in a gasp and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Wolfgang, what are you- oh god." Her leg is up over my shoulder now and I've started my favorite meal of the day- a perfect pussy, glistening wet, with a throbbing clit.

"Mmm," she moans the moment I latch on to her.

"Play with me," she whimpers, reaching for my hand. She brings it up to her chest and I barely touch her nipple before I feel her legs start to quiver. Leaning her back against the tub, she braces herself and lets her head fall back.

She's panting and grinding her hips against my face. That's it good girl, come for me. When her fingers release my hair and I feel her body go slack, I know she's found her pleasure.

"I need a nap now," she says dreamily.

"I need a shower," I say, wiping my soaking mouth with the back of my hand.

Silvie laughs, tying off the robe around her waist and sashays out of the room.

I take care of myself in the shower, knowing that I won't get the chance to have her return my favor until much later. Stepping out and drying off, I throw on my black shirt and jeans and leather vest. We're having a meeting today, all the guys in the club.

Looking down at my king size bed, I remind myself this is what I'm doing it for. Who I'm doing it for. My woman has my sons tucked under each arm. All three sleeping peacefully. Safe and happy. It's the way I want it to always be.

I know I can't go the way of my dad and my uncles. I need to be here for them, always. My dad loved my mom, Virginia, more than anything. Except the club. The Gang of Wolves always came first.

I lived my life the same way. It was the only example I knew. Only now, I know that I'm different. I love my club and I love my brothers. But I love the family I've created more.