“Shit. What’s wrong.”
“Um, too hard,” I lie. He raises an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything. He kisses my belly softly, almost cradling it, and for a split second, I think he knows but he continues down my body until he’s eating my pussy. “Mmm… Tori. I love it,” I moan. He’s so fucking good at this.
Eventually, he comes up for air and kisses me. It’s sinful how much I love the taste of my pussy juice on his lips. He slides his massive cock into me. Above me, he groans my name before slamming in and out of me. Over and over he fucks me almost to the point of not being able to walk. Damn, I’m so used to this feeling, I don’t want anything to fuck it up. When we get out of bed, I want to do nothing but relax, but I can tell he has other things on his mind.
“How about a picnic?” He asks suddenly. Shit. Do I look outdoorsy or something?
“Uh, sure. What did you have in mind?”
“The state park off of 64. We’ll stop by Missy’s for the grub,” he says, and we get moving. After we get dressed, it takes us only minutes to arrive at Missy’s Diner. I am craving a medium rare hamburger with all the pickles I can get my hands on.
After placing our order, Tori excuses himself to chat with Leif and the mayor about some official business and I use this free moment to talk to Missy. She’s not showing yet, but I think she can help me with pregnancy questions.
“So, when are you going to tell everyone you’re expecting?” she asks, surprising me.
“What?” I ask, wide-eyed.
“The pickles. Pickles are a sure-fire giveaway, especially since you always have me hold the pickles,” she says, laughing.
“Oh shit, I didn’t think about that. I haven’t told Tori yet,” I say quietly.
“Your secret is safe with me, Kensie,” she promises, patting my forearm.
“What about Hagen?” I would tell Tori anything, so I am sure she’ll tell Hagen.
“You know me well. I’ll tell him, but I’ll swear him to secrecy. I have a few tricks up my sleeve to insure his silence.” She smiles wickedly and I can’t help laughing.
“Ok. I have a question. What’s with my boobs? I can’t wear a bra and my t-shirt feels like sandpaper,” I whisper. The two older gents at the counter are notorious busy bodies.
“Oh girl. Don’t you have the book?” She asks and I shake my head. “You need the book,” she says, chuckling. I must look like a deer in the headlights, because she smiles placatingly at me. “It eases off in the second trimester, but they say they are sensitive until closer to birth when they toughen up for breastfeeding. A little coconut oil should help the shirt thing though. A little barrier, if you will.” I nod and tuck the info away. I feel Tori come up behind me.
“What are you ladies talking about?” he asks, and I flounder when I can’t think of anything. Missy is just as off guard as I am.
“I was just trying to get Kensie to run away with me,” the man closest to me says. Thank God for Ray.
“Ray, I’d have to fight you for my girl here,” Tori says surprising me. I blush like a teenager.
“I thought as much, son. You know you’ve got quite the gem here, don’t you?”
“I do, sir. I do.” The cook behind the counter rings a bell.
“Order up,” he hollers.
“Let me bag that up for you guys,” Missy says smirking at me.
“Thank you,” I manage to say.
She hands Tori the bag and we’re off on our outdoor adventure.
Chapter 7
Tori
My mind is whirling a mile a minute. It’s unlike me not to confront things head on. But with women its different. You have to sometimes, tread lightly, give them time, bullshit like that. My man brain is telling me fuck time. When a woman is hiding your own kid from you, born or unborn, you have a right to confront her.’ however, the other side of my brain, the side that would do anything to make her happy and see her smile, is saying ‘calm the hell down man. She is going to tell you. She is probably just trying to figure out her next move with school.’ This is the side I am choosing to listen to, but it is hard as fuck.
“Should we put the blanket down right here?” I ask her. Looking around to make sure it is secluded enough.
“Yeah. This looks good.” She lays the blanket out and we sit. We eat in silence for a bit, partially because she is scarfing that burger down like she was on a hunger strike or something. The other reason is that I am trying to figure out a way to get her to admit it without being too obvious.