Honor Me, the 6th Men of Inked novel. by Chelle Bliss

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Honor Me, Men of Inked Book 6, by Chelle Bliss

City & Suzy are back!

I had everything I ever wanted—a wife, a kid, with two more on the way. I was living the American dream. 

After the babies were born, we hit a rough patch. I did everything to prove my love, to show Suzy that nothing was more important than her.

After some work and a lot of time, we found our groove again. Just when life had evened out, a familiar enemy came back to haunt us. 

It wasn’t my past that followed us, but my brother’s. When the danger gets too close, I’ll do anything to defend my family. 

There’s nothing more important than the people I love, and I’ll protect what’s mine—even if it costs me my life.

Excerpt

Suzy glared at me.

"What's this we shit?

 I'm the one with two aliens inside of me, trying to claw their way out of my body. I'm the only one pushing them out of my tiny vagina.

Not you. Not her. Me!"

She waved her hands frantically in the air.

"I'm the one doing everything while you sit there calm, sexy, and without your body splitting in two. I'm going to be the one tearing wide open as I push two humans and their giant Gallo heads out of my body."

She collapsed, gasping for air, and closed her eyes. I bit my lip. Pregnant Suzy was unpredictable, but in-labor Suzy was just downright scary.

"I know, sugar. You're doing all the hard work. I'm just here to cheer you on and support you."

Her nostrils flared and her eyes grew wide when she glanced up.

"Support me? If you want to support me, you'll never knock me up again. You want to cheer me on?"

She rolled her eyes and made a noise low in her throat.

"Stop fucking talking."

 I braced myself, waiting for her head to do a 360.

I brought my mouth right next to her ear. "My sweet little wife, you beg for my cock every day. It takes two to tango, sweetheart. I didn't put you in that bed."

I lowered my voice further, whispering, "Your sweet little cunt did."

 She closed her eyes again and moaned. "

You're just too damn good. I can't keep my hands to myself. It's still your fault, my dear husband."

 I couldn't hold it in any longer. I burst into laughter.

"Now, I fuck you too good?" "Yes!" she screeched, pounding her fist on the crappy, plastic hospital bed.

"If you weren't so good at it, I wouldn't be lying here right now."