by Izzy Slam
“Yes, there is another reason I’ve taken an interest in children.” Reaching behind her, Paige pulls something from her back pocket—a long, white stick with a pink cap on the end. And inside the square window of the pregnancy test are two pink lines, side by side.
“Is this … are you…?”
With a shy smile, Paige nods. I take the stick from her and stare at it dumbfounded. “Jesus,” I mutter with a stupid grin across my face.
“Are you happy, daddy? Please tell me you’re happy.”
“Oh my god, baby girl. I’ve never been happier about anything in my life.”
She jumps up and scoots into my lap, squeezing my neck with her arms as I experience a joy I’ve never known.
“I’m happy, too, daddy. We’re having a baby.”
Her cheeks are rosy pink and her eyes are like blue diamonds, glittering at me with so much elation. “I can’t believe you would think for one moment I wouldn’t be happy.”
She shrugs her shoulders before kissing me with those sweet and sexy lips. “I wanted to be sure before I made plans to celebrate.”
“Oh, we are celebrating all right.”
I toss her on her back and peel her jeans down her legs before licking every inch of her delicious pussy and making her squeal when she cums. Her thighs tremble uncontrollably as she gasps for breath.
“Wow. I wasn’t counting on that kind of celebration, but I definitely approve.”
With a smile, I stand up and unzip my pants, taking out my rock-hard cock before sitting back down. “Daddy wants to celebrate too, little girl.”
I curl a finger at her and with a giggle, she mounts me. I cup her breasts and suckle her hard nipples as she grinds her tight pussy over my length, sucking the cum from my shaft in less than two minutes.
“And just think, baby girl. We can do this all we want now, without worrying about getting you pregnant.”
Her makes a cute face. “Pretty sure we were doing that before.”
I pull her to me for a kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and feeling my whole body become energized from having this girl in my life.
“Well, now you’re really stuck with me, little girl. How do you feel about that?”
Her gorgeous face grows serious as she touches my lips with her fingers. “Like I’m the luckiest damn girl in the world.”
Maybe she is. But I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one here. And I’ll spend the rest of my life showing Paige and our children just how much they mean to me.
~The End
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Chapter One
Chastity
This is beyond eff’d up. I haven’t been out here more than two fucking hours and I’m already lost. I must be the dimwit of the universe.
The last time I remember seeing a red trail marker was … shit. When was the last time? It’s been at least half an hour. I turned around and attempted to retrace my steps, but everything looks the same around here. And now I’m not sure if I’m walking in the direction of my car or a giant cliff. And fuck is it hot.
I came out here to get away, to cleanse my mind, to prove to myself that I’m not the failure I’ve always believed myself to be.
“How’s that working out for you?” I mutter, using the bottom of my shirt to wipe a line of sweat away before it drips into my left eye.
I was told by several friends that hiking Whiterock Trail was so easy a toddler could do it blindfolded. Well, a toddler probably could.
I pretty much screw up everything that I touch. It’s sort of my specialty. Whether I’m burning dinner while helping my mom cook or failing out of math for the third time. My own father left not long after I was born, right after holding me in his arms for the first time.
And don’t even get me started on all the times I’ve taken dance class, just to be told I have two left feet. Why couldn’t I at least have two right feet? At least then something on me would be right.
Whatever. Mom says I shouldn’t be so negative all the time, that if I had a better attitude I wouldn’t see myself as a failure.
Which is what led me here.
I was looking for a confidence boost. I mean, it’s hiking. Could it get any simpler?
Hiking = walking = basically impossible to mess up.
I brought my cell phone with me, too, but I’m too far out to get a signal and call someone.
I opened the compass app a few minutes ago, but it doesn’t do me much good when I don’t know what direction anything is in. I should be scared, but I’m not. I’m just … pissed. And hot and a little tired.
I take a few more steps, staring at the compass as I struggle to make sense of it, when I hear the sound of running water. Okay, I know I would remember if I passed a stream. So I’m definitely going the wrong way. But as I turn around in the direction of the water, I figure a quick dip might help me cool off.
I can see the clearing ahead, and by the time I make it past the woods and onto the sandy shoreline, I’m twisting my hair into a ponytail and dropping my bag to the ground before kicking off my shoes. It’s a small river, calm, probably about twenty feet wide or so. On the other side is a thicket of trees, but I still don’t see any trail markers or other signs of civilization.
I walk several feet out, and the water feels so good on my feet, all I can think about is submerging my entire body. So I back up a few feet and wipe the sweat off my brow, then tug off my t-shirt and shorts, not wanting them to get soaked. I pull off my sports bra and toss it on the ground. Feeling a little grossed out at the prospect of a full skinny dip, I opt to leave on my underwear.
I twist my hair into a bun before going back in the water. The surface slowly tickles up my legs, forcing goose bumps to prick along my flesh. Several rocks at my feet feel slippery, almost making me lose my footing, but I pass those quickly. By the time I’m halfway across the river, the water is at my lower belly.
I sink down to my shoulders, closing my eyes and tickling the sandy base with my fingers. Several slimy plants kiss my hand as the undercurrent whips by. I relax and take several deep breaths, letting my mind forget, for just a moment, that I’m in the middle of nowhere and may not be able to find my way back. It also occurs to me that my mother won’t even notice I’m missing until tomorrow since she’s out of town visiting a friend.
I entertain the thought for a brief second, when the sound of crackling twigs startles me.
“Can I fucking help you?”
My eyes bolt open and I snap my head towards the sound of the man’s voice.
“Excuse me?” I ask, keeping below the surface of the water.
He steps to the edge of the river, a long rifle resting on his shoulder as he winks one eye, blocking the sun.
“I said, can I fucking help you?”
Cold shivers pass through me. He sounds really pissed off. And I have no idea what I’ve done to piss him off.
“I hope so. I’m … kind of lost.”
“You got that right. You also got about ten seconds to get off my property before I take the law into my own hands.”
He cocks his shotgun and the sound echoes across the water, making me freeze. I can’t just … walk out of here, naked.
When he steps past the sandy banks, dunking his boots in the water, I fan my arms, backing up, thinking I may have to swim to the other side and run for it.
“Did you hear what I said?” His voice is growing impatient.
“Yes. I did, but … seriously. I’m lost. I’m sorry. I
don’t know where to go to get off your property.”
With an exasperated shake of the head, he sets the rifle on the ground and walks out towards me. My pulse quickens, the dread making my blood run ice cold.
When he gets close enough for me to see his face, I can tell he’s not a happy person. Creases haunt his eyes, and underneath a thick beard he looks to be wearing a scowl. Dark eyes promise something ominous.
I push back further, my feet scooting along the sandy bottom.
“Did you not see the NO TRESSPASSING signs?”
“No. Honestly. I just came out here to hike and somehow got off trail.” I eye my clothes on the bank. “If you’ll just let me get dressed and point me in the right direction, I’d love nothing more than to get back to my car.”
His eyes narrow at me. He must be a paranoiac. I seriously need to get out of here. Fuck waiting for him to point me in the right direction. I’ll point myself.
“Stand up,” he rumbles.
“Excuse me?”
He moves closer to me and flicks his eyes downward. The water licks at his dark slacks.
“I said, stand up.”
Dread weighs heavily on me, and the last thing I want to do is show this larger-than-life psycho my bare chest. But I wouldn’t stand much of a chance against his large frame, even if I knew basic self-defense. Which I don’t.
So, I do what any normal, sane girl would do under the circumstances.
I stand up and hope he isn’t a serial killer on top of being a total prick.
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