Destined 2 Love ( Sequel )

IN YOUR ARMS

Destiny was still in awe over the new addition to their family. She sat out on the back patio, watching Kaleb attempt to ride his brand new skateboard Kross had purchased for him. "Be careful, papa." She worried he would fall off and seriously hurt himself. "You out here worrying, ain't you?" Kross chuckled, holding Rylie in his arms. She shook her head, guilty. "I just don't want him to get any cuts or bruises because of that thing." She told her husband.

"Baby, he's a boy. It's gonna happen eventually." He took a seat beside her around the patio table. Rylie slept peacefully in her daddy's arms, smiling every now and then. "How did your talk with Sky go?" She leaned back into her chair. Kross exhaled, "I mean, we both know where she wants to be. She was content with the decision, honestly." He recalled Sky's reaction when he told her that she wasn't going anywhere she didn't want to.

She squeezed him so tight, he thought she'd never release the hold she had around his neck that day. "That's good. Sky has a voice and it's our job to make sure it's heard. Good job, daddy." Destiny smirked at the end of her sentence, causing Kross to lick his lips. "Ay, we agreed to no-more babies, right now, so don't go starting nothing you don't want to finish." He told her. She cheesed hopelessly. There wasn't arguing in that.

"You ready for this weekend though?" She took the moment to glimpse over at Kaleb. Rylie started to squirm around in her sleep. There was a wholesome smile across his face, "Looking forward to it." He touched his beard while gently rocking their baby-girl. The couple anticipated the arrival of their family and close friends. This would be majority of their first time meeting the new baby. Destiny couldn't wait to see her good friend, Cleo, and catch up. The two didn't speak on a regular basis, but they always stayed in touch with each other.

Kross was eager to have some guy time with his friends, Chance and Kyrie since they both lived in New York still. Mario couldn't make it due to a family emergency, but he promised he'd make it up somehow. "It'll be a good time. Our friends and family seem to mesh well." Destiny cherished that everyone got along under one setting. Kross nodded. "Do you wanna take her? I know she's about to wake up for some food." He chuckled, looking down at Rylie. Destiny reached out for her.

Later on that night, Destiny reorganized small things around the house. Cleo was the first arriving in, and Destiny wanted things to be presentable since this was technically Cleo's first time seeing their home in person. A sudden wave of sadness took over when Ashanti ran across her mind. It'd been a little over two-years since the passing of her best friend, but the pain felt fresh every time she thought about it. Though she was at peace with the fact that Ashanti was gone, every-now-and-then she couldn't help but wonder what things would be like if she noticed Ashanti needed mental help.

"Babe, the house is spotless, relax." Kross walked up behind her, wrapping his hand firmly around her waist. She laughed before turning to face him. "My anxiety flairs up for stuff like this." She joked. It took some time for Kross to get used to her newfound humor, especially when most of it was about the trauma she experienced in life. With the help of her therapist, Dr. Carina, Destiny was able to make humor about the stories of her past, whether others understood it or not. She wasn't that girl anymore.

"These are our people. You in good hands." His words were comforting. "I know that." She smiled, her mouth met his. His lips were soft and strong, pressing hers open then pulling away, an invitation to her mouth to push back against his. Instead, Destiny drew back. "You know I didn't get on birth control yet." She reminded. "So?" He covered her mouth again, his tongue reaching just the tip of hers.

His thumbs stroked her nipples through the lime green t-shirt. She used her hands to trail his ribcage, biting her lips while feeling his manhood grow, pressing into her thigh. Kross picked her up and set her on top of the island. "You're so fucking beautiful." He mumbled, planting wet kisses on her neck. Her heart fluttered. She let her slides drop and curled the arches of her feet over the muscles of his calves.

His hands reached inside her shorts, fingers tracing the lace edges of her underwear across the ridges, then further down, further in. The energy inside her body jumped toward him. "I want you." She practically moaned in his ear. Kross smirked, slowly removing the shorts and underwear off her. She fully submitted to him, not caring that they were still in the kitchen.

He wrapped one long arm around her back, cradling her, and with the other hand stroked her inner thigh, caressing it open. She closed her eyes, feeling him touching her, they fit together. "Daddy gon' put this dick all in your stomach." His eyes were low as he traced soft circles around her clit. Her head was full of sparks, all conscious thought disjointed. As he straightens up, he grinned mischievously. He held her close, pulling her legs around him.

They were completely naked. The sight was incredibly graceful and erotic. Destiny breathe in deep, taking in the scent of Paco Rabanne, 1 Million. She gasped and moaned while riding the waves until she was shaking. "Shit." Kross moaned a little, beginning to feel dizzy. It was deep, warm, and very wet. Once he was deep enough inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. Kross felt as if he were about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation he'd felt in a while, something that went beyond simple pleasure.

"Now slut me out." She told him. She was in charge and he liked that. He grabbed her by the throat as she got down from the island. He spun her around, bending her over the table then gave her ass a powerful smack. She made fists with her hands feeling him breathe behind her. Kross looked down at her back as she brought his penis to life once more. He gripped her hips forcefully with his hands, picking up his pace. She was whining with pleasure and that was good.

He kept on, slowing himself. He wrapped one hand around her neck, tilting her head back slightly. He was almost there and so was she, for a second time. A sweet spasm went through him and he seemed to rise into the air. Destiny began snorting, trying to say something. She was telling him to stop. The two disengaged, shaking. After coming down from the intense sensation, she grabbed a box of Kleenex for them to clean up. "You're toxic when it comes to sex." She shook her head.

He'd definitely be the one showing up to CVS later for a plan b. "Act like you don't like it." He tossed his tissues in the trash before going over to the sink and washing his hands. "Whatever." She fanned him off. Not long after they headed upstairs. Kross checked on the kids while Destiny got in the shower. They were all still sleeping peacefully. He was now a father of three— a title that greatly meant much to him. He would do no wrong by his children, a promise he'd keep even in the afterlife.

When the couple finally made it into their bed, it was almost midnight. Destiny released a tiresome yarn, wrapping her arm around her husbands torso. He gently kissed her forehead, "You're the best thing that's happened to me, you and my kids." His words vibrated on her forehead. She could feel her cheeks heat up. "Thank you for loving me." Her face displayed a faint smile though he couldn't see in the darkness of their bedroom.

"Just doing my job. Happy wife, happy life." He said, then silence took over the room.

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