Rock Hard: Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies Series by Jamie Knight (e reader comics .TXT) 📕

appropriate sentimental song about returning home after a long journey away, as well as the finale, when I saw her. Front row left, flanked by bouncers to keep her from getting moshed. No doubt she told them who she was there to see. Moving as though by forces unknown, I went to the lip of the stage, as Varg and Stig basked in the adoration of the hometown crowd.

With the help of the bouncers, I got Stephanie, replete in a brand-new maternity metal outfit and all, up onto the stage.

“How did you get here?”

“Seth,” she explained succinctly with a laugh, “Have you ever flown First Class before?”

“Yes, actually.”

Seth had sent us off on every flight we had to take in style, which could help explain how issue-free the tour had been.

There was no way to explain it. A scientist would probably laugh had I tried. Still, the fact remained, I’d thought to bring one of the rings I’d bought off the Asgard site on tour with me.

A beautiful example of white silver, and blue sapphires, at first, I thought it was a sort of good luck charm. Only when I had the woman I was put on earth to love in front of me in that Bergman club did I truly understand.

Getting down on one knee, I slid the small black box from my pocket, taking her hand in the same moment. Stephanie must have had a similar source of insight, the tears already rolling down her cheeks.

“Will you marry me?” I asked, never one for flowery speeches.

“Yes, of course, yes.”

Sliding the ring onto her finger, I rose like the phoenix to a new dawn, I took her face gently in both hands and kissed her for the first time. Or at least what felt like it.

“Where are you staying?” I asked, when finally needed to take a breath.

“Where you are, I hoped.”

“Of course.”

I had no memory of the trip back to the hotel. Thanks to Seth it was walking distance, so I could leave the van with Stig and Varg, after making Stig swear on his mother’s life that he would drive. He wasn’t a tea-totaller, but sensible enough not to drink and drive. More than could necessarily be said for Varg.

We kissed passionately in the elevator, my hands finding their way to her ass, and Stephanie’s to my cock, pressed up against the inside of my jeans yearning to break free. A liberation my sweet fiancée was more than happy to grant as soon as we were in my room, actually making to the bed that time.

Our clothes mostly still on, Stephanie swirled her tongue around the head of my cock in light, gentle circles, making me moan in pleasure. A sound which only led her taking the entire head into her warm little mouth and sucking as hard as she could.

Focusing on my head for a while, she moved in, working her way further down my shaft until she was swallowing nearly half my cock, not seeming to mind at all. She really had mastered her gag reflex since our first encounter after the wedding, my sweet Stephanie keeping her eyes on me all the time. Giving into temptation, I reach down and stroked her face as she sucked, Stephanie closing her eyes as she hummed contentedly, pressing her cheek against my palm.

She was unstoppable, sucking and licking ferociously until, she had brought every last drop of thick, hot cum from my balls, swallowing it all down, apparently in one mighty gulp.

“Sorry, I just needed to,” she said, wiping her lips.

“No complaints here, honey,” I chuckled.

Crawling up to face level, Stephanie kissed me, putting her leg over so she was half straddling me. A position I used to more easily undress her. Stephanie’s arms instantly went to her belly.

“Honey, it’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

She slowly moved her arms and let me take in the sight of her, swollen with my child. A surge of love overwhelmed me and I kissed her tenderly. I pulled the covers over us, and we snuggled until the night moved in, jetlag and general exhaustion taking over.

Epilogue - Stephanie

March weddings weren’t as popular as May, or even April, but we didn’t always do what was expected. It was also close enough to the ending where we’d met for the whole thing to feel the right level of meta. Not to mention that we were waiting for Karin to be old enough to take a bottle. A bottle of breast milk but a bottle just the same.

It was a bit too cool out for a park affair like Jonna and Seth had, despite how surprisingly awesome their wedding had been. Particularly with the bandstand bonanza that followed.

Still, I was keyed up for what we had planned. It took four months to plan with some incredibly good word put in by everyone. Who needed a wedding planner when you had an involved fiancé, trustworthy sister and rich brother-in-law?

We still tried to keep things within reason, like there were only two types of flowers decorating the chapel. The two we had decided were the ones no one in either of our families were allergic to. Apparently hay fever was a problem that afflicted both the Morris and Karlssen lines. We were going to be going through a lot of antihistamines between us and Karin in the next few years.

There came a rap on my door.

“Come in!”

“You look so beautiful,” Jonna gushed the moment she laid eyes on me.

“I should, you picked the dress.”

“Still, you fill it in really well.’

“Thanks?”

Before she could reply the organ ruled up with the familiar tune, and it was time to get down to business. It felt a little funny having Jonna as my Maid of Honor when she when so recently