Page 18 of Bred By The Deputy
“There she is,” Dole’s voice booms in the space, making heat flood through me immediately.
Besides strange cravings, emotional see-saws, and wild dreams, I amalwaysturned on. At least once Dole enters a room. Or brushes against me in bed. Touches me while we’re making dinner. I want it all the time, any time he touches me or looks at me, or even says something right, I want it.
Leaning against the doorframe, looking sexy as hell in his half-undone uniform, he grins at me. And yeah, I want it. I want it now and I can’t help it. I slide a hand between my thighs, waving the other at him. Cocking his head, he saunters over slowly, pretending he has no idea what I am up to.
Reaching up, I yank at his belt, hand diving inside his neatly starched trousers. Pushing up in the huge back, I kneel, my mouth opening greedily. I waste no time, pulling out his heavy thickness, and closing my mouth around him with a moan. Dole groans, head falling back as I swallow him down, my wet breasts soaking his clothes as I start to suck him.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he grunts, hands going into my pinned-up hair. “What did I ever do to deserve a goddess like you? God, you’re so beautiful with my baby in that belly, sweetheart. Ah, hell, that mouth is so good.”
Before I can tug him in with me, he scoops me up, letting me drip all over the stone floors. My thighs wrap tight around his waist, my ass rubbing against his jutting cock. I moan and drop my hips, trying to get him inside me. One of his hands slides between us to wrap around my throat. If I weren’t soaked from the tub, that move would make me a wet mess.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he turns, pinning me to the standing shower. The cool glass against my back feels good on my hot flesh. “I love you so fucking much. You’ve given me everything, Della,” he hisses as he sheds his clothes fast. His hard body presses mine to the glass and I whimper. Rough hands cup my ass, palming the flesh as he moves me, rubbing his shaft between my folds, teasing me. He wants me to say it.
“I love you,” I moan the words, head falling back so I can find his gaze. “I love you so much, baby,” I pant, arms tightening around his broad shoulders. The smile he beams at me makes my heart swell the way it does any time we say the words. Ones we say often, loudly, proudly.
“Come here, darlin’,” he drops his voice as his hips thrust up and he sinks inside me. “Mmm, yes, there she is. There’s my girl. I love you.”
Dropping his head, his mouth closes around a nipple as he starts moving. I claw at his back, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. The sweet slide of him in and out of my greedy flesh, the sound of his hips pounding against my thighs, our panting breaths, it’s so perfect, so hot, I come fast.
“That’s my girl,” he praises before he pulls at my other nipple with his teeth. He moans loudly, pulling back and tilting his head back. I gasp when I see milk spill from his mouth. His cock erupts inside of me, the powerful jerks of his orgasm rippling inside of me setting off another orgasm for me.
“Dole, oh my god,” I whimper as he bends his head, suckling at my tit now, filling his mouth with the warm milk.
“Fuck, that’s hot as hell. God, I could come again just tasting you on my tongue. Jesus, I might not let our little girl have a drop of this.”
Flushing hot at the very insinuation, I slap his shoulder before I hide my face in his neck. His hips pump a few more times before he stills, sighing in pleasure. Pulling back, he steps aside, throwing open the shower door. Moving us inside, he starts a shower, setting me on my feet so he can wash me, his big hands lingering on my round belly.
“Can I keep you pregnant, sweetheart?” He wonders with a grin.
“Didn’t I say I would give you as many babies as you wanted?”
“You did. You did say that. I am holding you to it, darlin’. I love how beautiful you look pregnant. I love knowing that you belong to me, that this little body is giving me something so precious. I love you.”
“Mmm, I love you more. I love how you take care of me. How you let me be myself. Someone I don’t think I knew before I met you.”
That is the truth. Starting a life with him has forced me to figure out who I am. Who I want to be. I was a model, but I am more than a pretty face. I was a rich girl, but I did good things with my money. I was a spoiled girl, but I also spoil the man in my life, and my friends, and I will spoil our children.
Like my so-called rich girlfriends, I am more than what the world sees. I love to cook, I have learned. I love that garden in the backyard, and I love creating something from the earth. I have started baking lately and the girls at the coffee shop feature one of my breads every week. I am more domesticated than I ever thought I could be, and that is who I am.
On our way to town almost an hour later, I am so excited I am buzzing. In my pretty silk dress of soft pinks, I look good pregnant, I decide. Dole is right about that. Beside me, he looks just as good in dark jeans and a light blue sweater. Truth is, he wants a girl and I want a boy, but it won’t matter to either of us what we have first.
Because I meant what I said—I will have as many babies as he wants to give me.
“Ah, there’s the momma to be,” Quinn shouts, as she throws the door open to the little hall where she, Lennon, Brielle, and Willa put together this shindig for us.
Pink and blue fills the room, and glittering lights hang from the ceilings with gauzy pastel curtains. One long table is full of food, and most of the huge lumberjack husbands crowd there to survey the cute spread. Balloons fill two corners, and an actual throne is set between it all, where Lennon leads me, settling me as Willa pulls a sash over my round belly.
“This is beautiful,” I breathe, tears stinging my eyes at all the love filling the room.
“Oh, darlin’, none of that now. Tonight is all blessings,” Dole whispers beside me before I blink and see he is not beside me, but in front of me. Frowning, I notice the entire room has shifted. People circle us, all of them watching as he kneels. I gasp at his outstretched hand.
“Dole! What is…is that….”
“Yes, darlin’. This is a ring, this is a small token of my promise to you. To love you forever. To be a good husband. A good father. Protect you and our children, our happiness, and our life together, at all costs. I will do that with or without this. Rather do it with it. Will you be my wife, Della Crest? Will you promise me the forever after I want so badly?”
“Yes! God, yes, I will be your wife! I love you, Deputy!”
Throwing myself at him, I laugh when he scoops me up off my feet. The entire room erupts in a chorus of applause and hollers of congrats. Kissing me soundly on the mouth, Dole laughs with me before he sits himself on the throne, pulling me on his lap. Taking my left hand, he slides on the beautiful ring, a simple silver band with a rough-cut diamond.
