Leo

I put the key in its slot. It clicks open immediately. Josie isn't supposed to be home for another hour.

The sight I see is the last one I've expected and the last I want to see.

Roman is sitting on the couch, the top few buttons of his shirt undone. Next to him sits a girl, more like she's sitting halfway in his lap. They're fully making out and only when I close the door—banging it extra hard—do they abruptly break away from each other.

"I didn't know someone was joining us," the girl says, eyeing me up and down. "But I don't mind."

"What are you doing here?" Roman asks me.

"I could ask you the same question." I try not to glare too much as I take off my shoes.

He stands up, making the girl sit back on the couch. She doesn't even attempt to cover her underwear and I keep my eyes on Roman. He crosses his arms across his chest, trying to appear bigger.

"Since when do you have a key?" He asks. I want to roll my eyes. Josie and I have been dating for several months. And we've been close friends long before that even. Yet he still thinks we're not serious.

"Since when do you use your key to bring random girls to your little sister's apartment to screw?" I fire back, keeping my eyes on his. In my peripheral, I notice the girl standing up and hesitantly looking between us, sensing the hostility.

"So, this is not your place?" She accuses.

Forever the gentleman, he ignores her and asks, "Josie isn't supposed to be here until six."

So he thought he'd fuck this girl in the spare hour he had? Classy.

"We're having friends over." I explain as I go to the fridge to make sure we have enough beer to last the night. "I came here to tidy up a little."

He glares at me. Nothing new there. I look at the girl. She has blond hair and is almost the same height as Roman. "Do you need me to call you an Uber?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "No, thank you. I came with my own car." She grabs her purse and exits the apartment wordlessly. I leave Roman standing there, glaring, and go inside the bathroom. Grabbing a cloth and some disinfecting spray, I reenter the living room.

"What are you doing?" He asks as I spray the leather couch where he and the girl were sitting.

"Disinfecting." I tell him.

"We didn't do anything." He defends. In a lower voice, but not too low so I can still hear him, he says, "no thanks to you."

I ignore him. That's the best I can do with him at this point. And thanks to being in the army and having men scream at me all day, I can hold my tongue. And my eye rolls.

I'm wiping the back of the couch when the keys turn. Please don't let it be another one of her brothers and a random girl. Is this a recurring thing that Roman—and for all I know the rest of her brothers—do? Pretend that this is their apartment, bring over girl and having sex with them while Josephine is none the wiser?

The door slowly opens, and the most beautiful face on the planet greets me. I can't help but grin at how cute Josephine looks with her low ponytail and long bangs framing her face. How her leggings frame her sexy legs.

"Oh, hey." She says, taking off her shoes. Which reminds me that neither Roman nor his girlfriend took off their shoes. "Are you joining us for game night?" She asks him, putting down her work bag on the floor.

"No. I was close by and decided to drop by." He answers in a grumbling tone.

She nods and faces me, softly frowning at the cleaning supplies I have in hand. "I spilled some coke."

I don't really drink coke. But that's the first thing that came to mind. I'm not trying to ruin her relationship with her brother by snitching.

"I just got a text about some emergency at work." He's definitely lying. "See you around." He nods to his sister and exits her apartment.

Putting the cleaning stuff on the coffee table, Josephine and I make eye contact and hold it as she washes her hands. I ready myself as she jogs to me and springs herself in my arms.

"Hi." She giggles as I land on the couch from the force of her hug.

"I missed you today." I bury my face in her neck and inhale her familiar scent. The one I'm in love with.

"Mmm. Me, too." She wiggles in my lap and I flip us around, positioning myself between her spread legs.

I kiss her forehead, then both her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and lastly her pouty lips.

"You're home early." I tell her.

"For the first time, like ever."

I wish she could come home early every day. Actually, I wish she'd quit her job so I can spend every second with her. It may sound excessive, but whatever. She's my favorite human in the entire world, so sue me for wanting to spend all my time with her.

"So, how was your day?" I ask her while taking out the tie holding her ponytail and transferring it to my wrist. I mess up her hair a little and grin at her. She looks so damn breathtaking. "Any interesting story?" She always has something interesting to tell me about her workday.

"I appreciate you wanting to know how my day went, but," her arms around my neck pull me closer to her. "I'm in the mood. If you know what I'm saying." Oh, I know exactly what she's saying. I glance at the clock. We still have around an hour before her friends arrive. We could definitely fool around during that time. And it's not like they come on time. Her smile widens as I grin as well. Her hands go to my belt and she unfastens it with now expert moves. Grabbing the neck of my shirt, I pull it over my head and throw it away.

Our moves become more jerky as we rid ourselves of our clothes as fast as possible. I nip her lower lip with my teeth as her feet push down my pants and underwear. She pushes at my chest so she can take off her shirt. As soon as she unclasps her bra, I take a peaked bud into my mouth, loving the way her entire body melts at the contact.

"Nuh, uh." I tell her when her hands go to her underwear. She moves her arms up, letting me lower her panties to the floor. I love it when I'm the one who takes off her underwear instead of herself. I sweep my thumb across her center, groaning when I find her soaked. "How long have you been in 'the mood'?" I ask her, nipping her neck.

"Mmm." She whimpers when I suck at the sensitive spot behind her ear. "All day."

She tightens her legs around my waist and bucks her hips, searching for friction. I flick her bundle of nerves, but she grabs my wrist. "I need you. " When I shake my head, she pleads with soft "Please."

Fuck. She knows I can't say no to her when she pleads with her big doe eyes or when she softly sticks out her bottom lip. I bite that damn lip and enter a finger inside her, just to make sure she's completely relaxed. And she's relaxed alright. Grabbing my rock hard cock, I align myself with her entrance.

Click.

That clicking sound. I take a second to register the sound. Barely on time. Just enough to push Josephine's legs down and push her further on the couch so I'm covering her entirely with my body.

"Hey, we're here—Oh, my God!" Candice's voice shrieks.

"Leo." Josie whispers, completely mortified.

"What?" Oh, no. That's her brother, Milan. "Oh, fuck." Turning my face, I see there's more people than we thought would come tonight. Candice, Milan and his girlfriend, Ananya and Carter.

Just perfect. They were not supposed to be here for another fucking hour.

And the guy who I'm pretty sure still has a crush on Josephine is also here. Fucking fantastic.

"Please don't tell me my sister is under you." He glances at my butt, completely out in the open for them to see. I give him a look. "I'm out." He covers his eyes and retreats outside. Quickly, I search for a piece of my clothing to cover up, but since I was too eager to get inside her, we literally threw our clothes all over the floor. Even the pillow that fell on the ground is too far for me to reach. If I move, I'll expose Josephine.

"Leo." My girlfriend whispers again. I glance at her to see her shaking her head.

"They can't see you." I assure her in a low tone, so they don't hear.

I don't give a fuck if they saw my ass.

I glance back at the group. "Can someone give me my pants?"

Ananya, the sweetheart that she is, tries to search for said pants while not glimpsing at my naked form from behind her fingers. But Candice yanks her back by the shirt. "I'm taking a picture." She says, way too excited.

"Seriously?" I huff. I'd rather she not have a picture of my butt on her phone. Looking down at Josephine, I see her still shaking her head. Her hands are over her mouth. She stares with wide eyes at me. "Hey, they can only see me, I promise." I move strands of hair behind her ear, then look back at our friends. "Guys, really. Give us a minute."

"Candy." Anya chastises and with a force I've never seen from her, she yanks the phone before she can click a picture. "That's inappropriate." She hisses at her friend who has the decency to look apologetic.

But that look vanishes when her eyes quickly dip to my ass. Anaya pinches her arm but she says, "I'm an ass woman. You know that."

"Leo..." The hint of anguish in my girlfriend's voice has me whipping my head to her. Tears are threatening to tip over. I frame her cheek without revealing her body.

"Honey, it's okay. I don't mind if they saw my ass." I try to soothe her.

"But they—your," the first tear glides down her temple and I clench my jaw as I face Anya, now trying to get Candice out of the apartment.

"Nice booty." I would've found her comment funny if my girlfriend wasn't about to bawl her eyes out.

"Can you get out for a minute?" I ask one last time, my patience running thin.

Her brother tries to push Candice out, but of course, she's not listening to anybody.

I feel Josephine's body shudder as she hiccups. Her hand pressing on her mouth to keep the sound in.

Furious that they wouldn't listen, I turn to them and tell them in a tone strict enough that they get I'm not playing around anymore, "Everyone out. Now."

That halts their laughs, and they scramble to get out–even Canidce–closing the door behind them. When I'm sure the door is closed and they won't enter again until I've told them so, I face Josie.

"Hey," I gently pry her hand away from her mouth. "It's fine, they're gone." For now, at least.

"What the hell." She whispers. I lean back just a little to give her more room to breathe, but her arms wrap around my neck. "No,"

"I'm here." I cradle her face in my palm. "They only saw my back. You were hidden behind me." I reassure her. "Let's go to our room so we can get dressed, okay?"

"Yeah." Her voice is hoarse. And I hate it. She's embarrassed and I hate it.

I wrap her legs around my waist again and stand up with her in my arms. She clutches me and buries her face in my neck. It only takes a few steps to reach our bedroom. I sit down on the bed and smooth my palm up and down her back. She takes a deep breath and lifts her face from my neck.

"That was really embarrassing." She winces.

"I didn't like it, but there's nothing to be embarrassed about." People have sex, so what? And this is her house.

Those damn keys. They've been getting us into some situations I'd rather avoid.

"I know, but still. They saw your butt."

"Won't be the first time people have seen it."

"I don't count." She smiles.

I chuckle. "I meant in the army. We have to get dressed wherever and sometimes it's in the same room as other soldiers."

She squints her eyes at me. "And are there females in the same room as well?"

"Yes." At first it was a little intimidating, but then it was as normal as brushing my hair. "But it's just skin." I shrug. "We've become desensitized to it."

"Sure." She gives me a suspicious look, but her cheeks twitch, telling me she's just messing with me.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, setting my hands on her waist.

"Yes. I was just shocked."

"At least I wasn't inside you yet." Apparently that was not the right thing to say because she cringes.

"Don't remind me. Tell them to pretend this thing never happened."

"Will do." I tap her butt and lift her under her armpits to make her stand up. "Now get dressed while I let them in." After a glance at her naked form, I give her a peck and go to the living room to grab my clothes and dress.

I snatch her clothes and underwear and throw them on the bed before going to the door. When I open it, they stop talking, looking at me and trying to gauge how I'll react.

I'm a little annoyed but I don't let it show. Stuff like this happen and thankfully we weren't in the most compromising position ever. I can remedy my blue balls later tonight.

"Josie wants us to pretend this never happened." I tell them. "So don't tease her or bring it up." When I hear how hard my tone is, I soften it and say, "Please."

Milan walks in first, without meeting my eyes. Then Candice stops next to me. "Tell me what exercises you do to get such firm glutes."

"A lot of thrusting." I deadpan.

"Pun intended?" She asks, amused.

"Definitely."

"How about we exercise those thrusts together one time?" She bats her eyelashes at me, pretending to be innocent.

"I already have my partner." I answer.

"Lucky her." The smile she gives me now is genuine and I can tell she loves Josephine dearly. She can't help it, she has a dirty mind.

Ananya walks in and mumbles, "Sorry about that."

I shake my head then face Carter. He gives me a tight smile and enters.

We all take a seat. I sit on the wide love seat after grabbing the beer from the fridge. Conversation doesn't halt when Josie finally emerges from our room. She comes closer to me and I watch her. I lift my arm and wordlessly; she snuggles next to me. I rub her arm as I study her face. Her cheeks are red, which makes her appear ten times more adorable.

"A drink?" I ask.

"No, I'm fine." I give her temple a kiss and glance forward to watch Candice and Milan playing some card game. Carter was watching the exchange between my girlfriend and I too closely when I make eye contact with him. I give him a small smile then avert my eyes.

"Okay, let's start the first game." Candice says excitedly, and she explains the first card game.

•••

Josephine leans into me to whisper the line. We're playing The Whisper Challenge, and it's the third round already. We butchered the first two turns, obviously.

"I want you to put," she starts in an overly sensual voice. And I know for sure she's going to say something completely inappropriate and not the original phrase. "Your big cock inside me and fuck me real good until I pass out."

When she leans back, she's softly biting her lower lip, putting on an innocent face. I raise my eyebrows at her. She nods and motions for me to whisper it to the person next in line; Milan's girlfriend.

There's no way in hell I'm about to say that to her. Whisper it to her. Even if there was a one percent chance that was the sentence that Candice first said.

Saying the first thing that comes to mind that's not PG 18, I end up whispering, "Charlie went to the farmer's market and bought a chicken." I lean back again with a smirk and without giving away what I actually said to Jessica.

Josephine looks at me with slightly widened eyes, her teeth still biting into her lip. I smooth it with my thumb and her eyes go back to their normal size when she sees Jessie doesn't bat an eyelash and whispers it to the next in line.

Carter clears his throat, him being the last one to say the line out loud and see how much of it we got correct and how much was lost during the transfer.

"Gabby went to the fish market and brought a bucket?" It comes out as a question.

"What?" Candice asks. "That's not even close to what I said." Her eyes snap to me, then Josephine. She looks suspiciously between us and points at us. "Something went wrong there. What did she tell you?"

"Something about my long co—" I don't get the chance to finish my sentence as Josephine's hand covers my mouth, her face beet red and staring at me with wide eyes.

Some groan and some laugh. Josephine punches my shoulder but still snuggles closer into me.

Candice asks a question I see coming. "How long exactly?"

"Nine—" Her palm covers my mouth again.

"Leo!" She hisses.

"Damn." Candice mutters, one eyebrow raised. "That just gave me tons of scenarios for my span bank. Especially after what we walked into."

Josephine groans and stands up.

"Sorry." Candice mumbles, actually looking remorseful that she mentioned ... that.

Ananya stands up and goes to the hallway, probably to use the bathroom. The rest talk among themselves as we take a 'break'.

I go to the kitchen and hug my girlfriend from behind, knowing she really likes when I do it. "Can you handle it?" I whisper in her ear.

"Handle what?"

"My big cock pounding you till you pass out?" I nip her earlobe, loving how goosebumps dot her skin from my voice.

She turns around in my arms and wraps hers around my waist. "Oh, yeah." She says, with a glint in her eyes. Well, it's on, then.

I lean down and playfully bite her neck. Her giggles drown out from the sound of chatter and the TV. I leave a few small kisses on her neck when she tries to push me off, and it makes her tighten her arms around me.

As I'm leaning back, I catch Carter's eyes on us. He doesn't notice that I saw him staring at us, as the kitchen is only lit by the lights coming from the living area. Throughout the night, I've been catching him looking at us. At Josephine. My girlfriend. I remember her telling me one time his sister told Josie that he has a crush on her.

"Are you sure that the crush Carter has on you hasn't turned to him being in love with you?" I ask her straight out, kind of surprising myself, too. But I don't like the way he's been ogling her. If even in the presence of her boyfriend—aka me—I wonder how he behaves when I'm not around. She's done most of her tattoos by him. And she has tattoos in some places not many people get to see. And for some reason, that very fact annoys me.

"What?" She tries to turn her face behind her shoulder to look at him. I cup her cheek to keep her face forward.

"Don't be obvious." I tell her, smiling. She has a problem with being discreet.

She lowers her voice. "You mean Car?" When I nod, she furrows her brows in confusion. "What? No. He's not in love with me." She scoffs.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes." Suddenly, a smile creeps on her mouth. "Wait... are you jealous?" Het palms slide from around my waist across my chest. "Hmm. The color green looks hot on you."

Before I get the chance to reply something witty about how she's getting spanked tonight, someone knocks on the door.

"Expecting someone?" I ask her. She shakes her head and pushes past me to open the door. Her eldest brother, George, is standing on the opposite side of the door, holding his twin kids in car seats. His wife, Emily, is next to him. I immediately notice them wearing clothes that are not fit for a friend's game night. She's wearing a black dress with a slit on her thigh. And he's wearing a dress shirt and pants.

"Hey, guys." George greets his sister and enters, putting the car seats in front of the TV as if the little kids are going to watch the soccer game. Emily and Josie hug each other.

"What a pleasant surprise." Josephine exclaims.

"Yeah," her older brother says after saying hi to the rest. "We were driving by and thought we'd say hi."

They both take a seat but they don't fully lean back. They're slightly tense. I'm still in the kitchen, watching them. I don't buy their story about 'driving by'.

"You guys want some beer?" I shout to them over the chatter.

"Uhm," he hesitates, glancing at his wife. She shrugs. "Sure."

Opening the fridge, I look left and right for a bottle of beer, but I don't find any. I guess we're out of alcohol already. And it's only around 9 pm.

Walking around the counter, I wrap my arm around my girlfriend and tell them, "We're out of beer. But I can run out and grab—"

"You know what?" George jumps to his feet. "How about you stay here with your friends while Emmy and I buy more beer for you all?" He grabs her hand and walks to the door.

Before they exit, Emmy looks at me and asks, "How many bottles have you had?"

"Two." I answer, finding this whole thing strange.

"Okay, good."

"We'll leave the kids here in the meantime." George says and hurriedly closes the door behind him.

Silent over takes the room. Did they... I think they just did.

"Did they just pretend to go buy beer so we can babysit their kids?" Milan asks.

"Yup." I answer. Turns out they have fooled us all.

A cry pierces the silence and everyone groans. No one in the room has kids, so we don't really know what we're supposed to do with a set of twins who just turned six months.

The other baby also begins wailing. Ananya rushes to grab one of them, but no one steps in to grab the other one.

I step forward and reach inside the car seat. A beautiful little girl with big hazel eyes stares up at me, her lip quivering.

"Come here," I unclasp her seatbelt and hold her under her armpits to lift her into my arms. She immediately stops crying and her chubby, little arms wrap around my neck.

"Are we supposed to give them milk?" Milan asks.

"I thought they were still breastfed." Josephine says.

"I don't think they're hungry." I say. When everyone looks at me, I explain. "They stopped crying. Maybe they just wanted to be held."

"Probably." Someone mutters.

"Okay, the game is back." Milan exclaims. "Everyone silent." He looks at the babies Anaya and I are holding. "That applies to you two, too."

"I don't think they have the ability to—"

"Shh." He stops me before I go on. I shake my head and try to put the baby in my arm back in her seat, but her little fists close around the neckline of my shirt.

"It's okay." I whisper and straighten up. Her eyes move all around the place, taking everything in. She's probably used to large numbers of people as she has four aunts and uncles just from her dad's side only.

"Can we change the channel?" Candice asks before wrestling with her brother to take the remote. When she fails, she huffs and stands up. Standing next to me, she tickles the cutie in my arms.

"I gotta say," she tells me. "You'd make a really hot DILF."

A what?

"What's a DILF?" Carter asks, having heard her.

"'Dad I'd like to fuck'." Jessica answers.

"Ew," Milan cringes. I catch Josephine's eyes and wink. She blushes. I love her.

I go to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. When I turn around, Josephine is leaning her hip on the counter and watching me.

"She's right." She muses, her eyes taking me in. "You're definitely a DILF."

I set the bottle aside and near her, "And you'll make a smoking hot MILF." I say.

She looks surprised. "How do you know what a MILF is?"

"I just assumed."

"My arms are getting tired," Anaya huffs and sets him on the floor. He starts crawling on all four. Babies are cute.

I feel a small palm on my cheek. Turning my face around, I see Olive staring at me and her palm smears all over my cheek. More so on my stubble I have.

She giggles when I shake my head, making my stubble tickle her hand.

"Cool, right?" I ask. She giggles again. I push her higher on my torso so her face is in line with mine. "But be lucky you won't be able to grow a beard. You'd have to shave every two hours." Italian genes are really strong when it comes to facial hair. It's a blessing and a curse.

Olive leans her face to mine and her lips land on my cheek in a slobbery kiss. I'm not even sure it's meant to be a kiss. She probably thought she's able to eat me. Why do babies feel the need to put everything in their mouths?

I plant a loud kiss on her chubby and soft cheek, then blow a raspberry. She burst out laughing, kicking out her feet.

Josephine steps closer to me and raises to her tiptoes. I understand she wants to tell me something, so I lean down.

"Tonight, we're making tons of babies." She kisses my cheek and saunters away.

I can't help but grin. Oh, she bet.

I also can't help but think about real babies with her. We haven't broached that topic yet, but maybe we should.

A little less than an hour later, Liam is already sleeping in his seat. But baby Olive has been stuck to me ever since I first picked her up. Every time I tried to put her down or hand her to someone else, she'd start crying. And I don't have the heart to let her wail. Especially when her parents aren't here.

Currently, Josephine is leaning her head on my shoulder. Olive is in my lap and we're all watching an action movie.

"Honey," I whisper to Josie. When she looks up at me, I continue, "I'm gonna try to get her to sleep." I think it's way past her bedtime.

"You need help?"

"No." She's been glued to me, so it's not like I can get much help even if I needed. And I've gotten a good amount of training from Anton's own set of twins. Planting a peck on her forehead, I stand up and go to our room.

I close the door behind me and grab a blanket from the edge of the bed. I gently lie on the bed with Olive in my arms and wrap the blanket around her small body. We've already fed them a while back. There was formula in the bag they left for us before they went out to 'buy beer.'

I don't know how long it's been since I first laid on the bed or how I feel asleep, but someone poking my arm wakes me up.

Opening my eyes, I smile when I see my beautiful girlfriend's face.

"Hey," I reach out with a hand and graze her soft cheek.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." She lies beside me. "My brother and Emmy are back."

"What time is it?" I ask and look down. Olive is sleeping peacefully on my chest. She hasn't moved much in her sleep.

"Almost eleven." She has a soft smile on her lips and her hand comes out to tuck a hair strand away from Olive's eye. "The rest had already gone home."

I don't make a move to get up. It feels peaceful. I don't want to ruin this nice little moment we're having.

"This is going to be us." She whispers, almost to herself.

"What do you mean?"

She meets my gaze. It's filled with love and yearning. "Me coming home from work and seeing the most beautiful sight; you, sleeping with our own babies."

"It's going to be us." I confirm in a whisper before a soft knock sounds at the door. "We should get up."

This time she stands up and I gingerly follow her, cradling Olive in my arms to not wake her up.

George and his wife are standing near the door. Just like Josephine said, it's just the four of us—well, six if you count the twins.

"Hey, thank you so much for babysitting the twins." Emmy says and buckles Olive in the car seat after I've set her.

"Not like we had a choice." Josephine teases.

"Yeah, sorry we ambushed you." She apologizes.

The women whisper among each other not to wake the kids up. George comes next to me. "Sorry we took so long."

As I look at him, I see his dress shirt is untucked from his pants and his hair is more messy than when he came here a few hours ago. He usually has his hair styled to the nines.

"It's no problem." I say honestly.

He leans into me. "We ended up doing it in the back of the car." He sounds excited. That explains his appearance. But I didn't need to know that. "I mean, with two babies, we don't get much alone time. You know?" He rambles on. "And I mean, look at how hot Emmy looks in that dress."

I give him a look. I wasn't really looking at his wife. Let alone how 'hot she looks.'

He chuckles. "Sorry."

"I hope they didn't cry much." Emmy asks more loudly.

"They were like angels." Josephine says. I nod in agreement.

"If you want someone to babysit them so you guys get some ... alone time," I use the words George used. "Just let us know. We'll gladly babysit them for you."

"Really?" Emmy asks. Josephine comes to stand in front of me. I wrap my arms around her collar, resting my chin on top of her head.

"Yeah." I say.

"Okay. We'll take you up on that." She nods. After saying goodbye, they're gone.

I rotate Josephine and grab the back of her thighs, hoisting her up. She gives me a coy smile, her eyes filling with need.

I'm still aching to get inside her. All night.

"About that request you whispered in my ear earlier," I say, my voice coming out deeper.

"I forgot what I requested. Mind jugging my memory?"

For the rest of the night, I do to her exactly what she requested and more.

•••

A/N:

Damn this was a long chapter.

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