I hold the door open for her. “He was hitting on you.”
“No, he wasn’t, he was inviting me to a party. He was being nice!”
“Trust me, I know these guys. And besides, you can’t drink in your condition.”
She rolls her eyes at me but I can’t help it. She’s mine and I trust her completely, but it’s other dudes—especially fraternity dudes—who I don’t trust.
Later that night when we’re lying in bed, she reminisces about our wedding. The guest list was small, but Hunter served as our maid of honor, and I’m so happy the two of them made amends after prom.
Our wedding was held at Hunter’s boyfriend’s estate on the lake and turned out more extravagant than either of us expected. The man had insisted on letting his household staff plan the wedding.
We got married under a huge white tent, with white flower
s and curly willow everywhere, and all the chairs were covered in huge silk bows. The lake had been filled with floating lanterns. The entire swim team was there, even if Ridley was looking a bit salty and wore a white dress. She tried, but she paled in comparison to my bride, who looked like a goddess. And it wasn’t just her dress. She glowed with love for me.
“Hmm. I still can’t believe he found someone to make mini bacon-wrapped corn dogs. I would kill for one right now,” she murmurs while she strokes my hair.
I shake my head. “No corn dogs for you. No cured meats at all—remember what the doctor said?”
She slaps my chest and giggles. “Nothing gets by you, does it?”
“See? You do need me to take care of you at college. You’d be eating soft cheese and deli meat every day if it weren’t for me.”
I hear her belly growling as she says, “Oh man, I bet the guys at Beta Psi have soft cheese and deli meat. Maybe I’ll go over there. And beer, and sushi…”
I roll on top of her to plant a kiss on her mouth.
“I got something for you.”
I pop into the kitchen and take the plate I’ve been keeping warm in the oven ever since she came home from classes.
She pouts. “But you said I can’t have hot dogs.”
“It’s a faux hot dog, made with vegetable protein, wrapped in soy bacon.”
She smiles bravely and sits up, taking the plate.
“You’ve been craving hot dogs since the second you got pregnant, so I thought this might be the next best thing.”
She picks it up, sniffs it, then sets the plate down on the side table.
The next thing I know, she’s shoving me on my back, and what can I say? I have to let her. She straddles my legs and runs one hand up my thigh to warm the bulge in my jeans.
“You misunderstand me. Did you know that it was exactly one year ago today that we had our first swim practice together?”
I’m having a hard time concentrating with her hand slowly rubbing over the hard length of my dick.
“Yeah, I remember that day.”
“It wasn’t long after that I was staring at your giant boner on display in those cute-ass tight swim trunks.”
She gives my cock a hard squeeze and I suck my breath in through my teeth.
“I remember, Shermer.”
“Good. Then you know there’s only one sausage I crave.”
“Dirty girl.”