With that, my man bends forward to claim my lips in a deep kiss, and I lean into his embrace. After all, we never envisioned becoming a couple during that anonymous encounter at the truck stop glory hole. Yet, life brings unexpected surprises, and I’m more than happy that me, Jeremiah, and the baby will become a family now.
EPILOGUE
GINNY
Two months later.
“You know, somehow you look even sexier than you did the first time we did a photoshoot,” Jeremiah grins, a satisfied look on his handsome face. My cheeks warm up as I flap a hand at him.
“Oh you! You’re just saying that because you love me. There’s no way I could look better seeing that I’m as big as an aircraft carrier right now,” I purr.
My boyfriend merely shakes his head, his eyes eating up my nearly-nude form.
“No, you look gorgeous,” he says in a throaty voice. “Fuck, pregnant women are sexy, baby, and never think otherwise.”
It’s true because even with my belly protruding, I feel desirable. I’m wearing a red lace bra and a matching g-string that’s buried dirtily between my big cheeks. My breasts are practically bursting from the demi-cups, and the pregnancy has made my black hair even fuller and shinier.
“You think I look good?” I coo while raising one leg high to show off the gusset of my panties. “You think truckers will like these photos?”
Jeremiah’s blue eyes flame.
“I know so baby because it’s the curves,” he rasps while his eyes trail over my form hungrily. “You look amazing with such a full figure. Your body is ripe and fertile, and it makes you look even more stunning.”
I merely giggle before popping a big breast out of my bra, squeezing the nipple as the photographer snaps away.
“Oh good,” I simper. “Because I want this photoshoot to be triple-X. Just for fun, and because it breaks new boundaries too.”
Jeremiah and I grin with understanding because we’re quite the groundbreaking couple. Even though he fessed up to dating a nude model who was also pregnant with his child, it seems that it didn’t really matter. He won in a landslide, and now my boyfriend is the new mayor of Sugar, Texas. Even better, Jeremiah moved me into his house, and we have constant sexy times because I’m now on maternity leave from my job. Gentry Hauling was more than understanding that their star trucker was expecting, and happy to build up a reputation as a female-forward long-haul company.
But pregnancy’s made me tired, and I sigh with relief when we break from the photoshoot.
“You’re doing great, baby,” Jeremiah murmurs while pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Your photos are coming out amazing, and this pregnant centerfold is going to rock the industry again.”
“Thanks,” I smile, leaning my head against his shoulder as he takes a seat beside me. “It’s just that I’m not sure when I’m even going to get back to trucking,” I yawn. “I mean, this baby is running me ragged and they’re not even born yet!”
My man pulls away for a moment to stare into my eyes.
“Take as much time off as you need, sweetheart. You don’t have to go back to work ever again, if you don’t want to. You know I make plenty and can support our family.”
I smile at him, feeling very lucky.
“I know, but I want to work. Trucking is part of my identity. It’s just a question of when I’ll get back on the road, seeing that this baby seems to be sapping all of my energy.” But then I perk up. “By the way, guess what Vanessa told me the other day?”
“What’s that?” Jeremiah asks, a sparkle in his eye. I shake my head.
“She said that she wants to start a career as a female trucker too because I’ve inspired her by becoming so successful. Isn’t that insane? I mean, she’s my best friend, but it’s pretty crazy.”
Jeremiah chuckles a bit.
“Yeah because somehow, I can’t see Vanessa as a long-haul trucker. I mean, didn’t she get into three accidents last year?”
I nod.
“Yeah, and she hates driving too! She’s always saying she wants to move to NYC because no one drives there, but I think she’s just exaggerating.”
Jeremiah nods before growing contemplative.
“Yes, but one question, baby girl. Did you tell her how we met? I mean, how we really met and not at the fundraiser.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Yeah, I told her the truth finally. Vanessa was scandalized, but believe it or not, that’s part of the reason why she wants to become a trucker. She says she wants to get into glory holes as well, and getting on the road will take her all over the United States to the best glory holes. This is seriously getting crazy.”
My boyfriend laughs.
“That’s as good of a reason as any,” he chuckles in a low tone. “Hey, it worked for us.”