Page 116 of The Rowdy Ones
Even pregnant, she’s light. Spirit weighs more than her and that dog has no problems sleeping on top of me sometimes.
When we reach the creek, I set her down so I can start stripping off my clothes. The creek is narrow but opens up about ten feet wide in one spot. It’s deep there, too, which is nice. We love coming here. One day, we’ll bring our kids here too.
Destiny peels off her yellow dress, revealing her swollen breasts and big belly. I can’t get over how beautiful she is. She tugs off her undergarments, showing off her pretty pink nipples and pussy that glistens with golden curls.
How did I get so lucky?
I take hold of her hand and guide her into the freezing-ass water. It sucks at first, but after a quick dunk, we get used to it. She wraps her legs around me and hugs me tight as I keep our heads above water. You’d think my cock would shrivel up in this cold water, but it’s hard and aching to be inside her. When is it not?
“What should we bring tonight?” Destiny asks, lips brushing over mine. “We could get cookies from that new place by the candy shop.”
“The twins love the ones with the purple icing,” I say with a grin. “Make sure to get lots of those.”
She smirks at me. “Aunt Eve specifically told us never to buy them those cookies ever again. She said their fingers and faces were stained purple for a whole week.”
As she chatters on about other ideas for treats to bring for supper tonight for our weekly get-together, I squeeze her ass with my palms and attempt to get her seated on my cock.
“Are you even listening to me?” she demands and then moans when I slip inside her body. “Ugh.”
“You can tell me later.” I kiss her deeply and use her body to fuck my cock. “How do you always feel so fucking good, sweet Dez?”
She isn’t able to answer because we begin kissing frantically, each of us eager to come. I love how ravenous for sex she is now that she’s pregnant. It’s like she can’t get enough. Ever. Last week, I was sure she broke my dick, but I didn’t complain once.
Destiny was right. She saw a path for us and made sure we got it. We have our own little piece of the wilderness while still being close to all the fun stuff she loves to do.
It doesn’t take long to get my girl off, and I follow soon after. She’s pregnant already, but I keep my cock inside her even after it softens. I think it belongs there.
“Are you scared about becoming a dad?” Destiny asks, voice less certain than usual.
“I wasn’t until you asked. You think I’ll be bad at it?”
“What? No.” She kisses me quickly. “I’mworried about being a parent. What if I’m not good at it?”
I’ve seen Destiny care for our younger siblings. She already knows what to do. Plus, Mom said she’ll come to stay with us for a bit once the baby is born. I’m confident we’ll be just fine.
“You’re the best at everything you do,” I assure her. “Our kid will be spoiled and well taken care of. And when they’re old enough, I’m going to teach them to help me do those damn keychains.”
She giggles. “The Rowdy Ones: Handcrafted Tools and Giftsis killing it. But if you hate it, we can do something else.”
And destroy this girl’s entrepreneurial dreams? I think the fuck not.
“As long as I get to do it with you, I’m ecstatic.”
“Good,” she says, threading her fingers through my hair. “Because I wanted to see if you were interested in us doing the fall craft fair. I know it’s close to when the baby will be born, but I really want to do it. Gwen said she’d help.”
The absolute last thing I want to do is have a booth at a craft fair.
Fuck.
But I also don’t want Gwen to help her either. Our romantic relationship is a secret, but Gwen knows. She’s always known. Even without Destiny confessing to her, she’s put it all together, especially since we live together now. Luckily, Gwen adores Destiny and does her best to look past it, only having “talks about her home life” with her on rare occasions. Destiny is good at telling Gwen it’s none of her business and she’s happy which is all that matters. As for her son, Weston, Destiny texts him from time to time about random stuff. He finally got over her breaking it off with him and is trying to be a friend to her. I think both he and Gwen are both secretly holding out for Dez to change her mind about me and will join their family one day.
Not fucking happening.
“Yeah,” I rush out in answer to her question. Not because, as Wild says, I’m pussywhipped. I’d just rather be the one making her happy over Gwen or Weston. “Whatever you want, Dez.”
She kisses me deeply. “I want you.”
“You have me.”
