Auto

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Frankie got up at the sound of the doorbell. She looked through peephole, but was sure she was hallucinating. So she opened the door.

Sure enough, there he was. A dozen roses in his hand, a shy smile.

“A-Auto?”

“Hey. I just wanted to—”

Frankie pulled him in her arms, tugging him down to her lips. Making a surprised sound, he set the flowers down, resting his hands on her waist.

He wasn't exactly expecting such a warm welcome, but hell of he was objecting to it.

“I—” he broke from the kiss, “Missed you—so—much.”

Frankie pulled back a bit. “You got a new piercing?"

Auto smirked, taking his lip piercing between his teeth and tugging. Then he flicked his tongue suggestively.

“Two.”

Frankie's eyes damn near rolled into the back of her hair.

Letting his long fingers tangled in her hair, he deepened the kiss, invoking her tongue to match his in an intricate dance.

Frankly, Frankie was horny as hell, and he had come at a very hormonal high.

“Oh Jason,” she moaned wantonly, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Frankie, baby,” Auto breathed through kisses.

“I need you screw me,” She panted desperately.

Auto was completely on board with that idea.

“Bend over and touch your toes baby doll. Gotta lotta time to make up for.”

**"

Panting and satisfied, the couple lay sprawled out on the bed, clothing rankled.

“Are you staying?” Frankie panted.

Auto bit his lip. “I dunno. Can I?”

Before Frankie could answer, wails erupted over the baby monitor.

Sighing heavily, Frankie moved, only to have a strong hand, press her into the mattress.

“Don't," He kissed her lips. “I got them.”

Getting out of bed, Auto went to the nursery, nervousness fluttering about in jinbelly. He'd never really held a baby before. He never really wanted kids.

But, he reminded himself, these weren't just kids. They were his kids.

His. Sighing, he went into the room, the boys wailing instantly tugging at his heart.

“Shhh, it's okay. Daddy's here.”

Picking up his sons, he rocked them,.trying to lull them back to sleep.

“Daddy's here my babies,” He rocked them slowly, “What's wrong my handsome lady-killers?”

“My sons will not be killers of any sort, and they're hungry.”

Auto looked up, smiling at the woman in leaning against the doorway.

Frankie took in her... whatever he was to her. He was shirtless, his muscled arms flexing to support both his sons.

His tattoos, pierced lip, and muscled frame contradicted his soft, loving smile, and fatherly glow.

“Hey baby,” He grinned, kissing the boys little heads. “Are you gonna breast feed?”

Frankie chuckled at his lecherous grin. “I'm gonna breastfeed my babies. Yes."

Auto poured. “What about me?”

“You, are a big boy,” She grinned, taking the boys out of his hands as she sat in the rocking chair.

“But baby,”

“Ah, ah, I'm feeding.”

Auto crossed his arms, and Frankie fought not to leer at his bulging muscles.

“So, how's Grim?” Frankie whispered, smiling at her babies.

“Ah...he's...well he's doing, I suppose. But he's been beating himself over...y'know.”

Frankie gave a knowing nod.

“Tonya missed him. Do you think you can convince him to come over?”

Shrugging, the inked man tugged at his piercing, taking a fussing Tommy, who was full and gassy.

Auto burped Tommy gently. “That's good baby boy," He whispered in a baby voice, rubbing the fuzz on Tommy's head. “That was a good burp, that's right.”

Frankie smiled at the scene. He was such a good father, and he looked so sexy holding his sons.

When he was affectionate toward his children her hormones started humming. He made her want have his babies just to see him huh and kiss them.

“Who's Daddy's big guy? You are. Yes you are.” He peppered kisses all over Tommy's face, chuckling.

Jason began fussing as well.

“I think someone is a little jealous, babe.”

Auto grinned happily. Taking tye other baby from her, he kissed his head.

“I didn't forget you, J.R. How could Daddy possibly forget his twin, huh? Oh I couldn't!”

Jason smiled, making Auto's smile wider.

“Daddy,” Frankie purred salaciously, “Dont forget about me."

Auto eyed the wan suggestively, flicking out his tongue, flashing his tongue ring.

“Oh, I won't.” He winked.

“Mommy is giving Daddy the look, I'm sure you understand right, my little ones?”

The boys didn't know what the look was, but Daddy was coming back, they was sure of it.

So they just rested quietly. Meanwhile, Frankie and Auto snuck away to get in some freaky time.

***

Frankie clutched the blankets for dear life.

“f**k, bless that tongue ring," She panted in ecstacy.

Auto grinned against her flesh, burying his tongue deeper inside her.

“Hm,” He chuckled, the vibrations from his laugh intensifying the sensation in her core.

“Jason!”

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her toes curled, every part of her body tensed, releasing like a coiled spring.

Auto studied her face, finding her gorgeous in the throes of passion.

“God, your gorgeous when you cum.”

Frankie flushed. “You're not finished pretty boy. Get over here.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.”

Crawling over her, he kissed all over her lips, neck, face, licking at her body, nipping at her.

He eased into her rocking in and out of slowly, as if guided by ocean waves.

“Oh,” Frankie gasped, clawing at his back. “Jase! Yes!”

“f**k! Baby! Marry me!”

Frankie froze. “Wh...what?”

Auto frowned

“I—”

“Did you just...propose to me? During s*x?!”

One the boys started crying, the other quickly following.

“I'll...I'll go get them.”