Page 107 of More Than Words

Nodding, I cupped her cheek, kissing her softly until she melted into my embrace. She never had to worry about how I felt. I’d been hers for longer than she realized.

“Dude, where have you been lately?” Hutch grumbled, settling onto the barstool next to me. Pops was in the back room of the bar with his usual poker buddies. Hutch had been keeping a closer eye on him recently, so I’d made the trip out to keep him company since Isobel had flown out for work again this morning.

“Trying to recuperate.”

He frowned, turning his stool to face me, wincing when his knee brushed against the bar. “What are you recuperating from? Being a fuckin’ cake eater who sits in his office with a view all day?”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Placing my elbows on the bar, I let my face drop into my palms, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Seriously? Are you okay?”

“I’m fuckin’ exhausted. Why didn’t you tell me it was like this?”

“I’m totally lost here.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, and I turned my head to face him.

“I know it’s been a while, but was Lena a little bit unhinged during her second trimester?”

A look of relief crossed his face and was replaced with a naughty grin. “Those hormones giving you a run for your money?”

“Fuck, man. She’s still puking her guts out every morning, but then she brushes her teeth, and she practically mauls me. I don’t know if I can keep up.” My brother’s shoulders shook as he tried to hold back a laugh. “I think I’m chafed down there. There’s nothing left. My dick lets out a poof of smoke whenever I come. Pretty sure if she was still in town a little flag would pop out of the end saying bang like in those old kids shows Pops used to make us watch with the fucked-up clowns.”

Hutch wasn’t even trying to hold back, clutching his stomach as he let out a bellow of a laugh. A few of the regulars looked over at us, but quickly returned to the basketball game on the television. “Pretty sure those flags weren’t coming out of a clown’s dick during those shows.”

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s pretty fuckin’ funny,” he chuckled. “Not that I’m picturing your dick right now, but the imagery of a little flag popping out the end with you passed out in the middle of the bed is killin’ me.”

“She’s gonna kill me. My little girl is going to grow up without a father because he’s going to be fucked to death before she’s even born. I didn’t know a pregnant woman could be this horny. I look in her direction and suddenly she’s sending me naughty text messages and pictures of her cleavage. I seriously don’t know what to do right now.”

“I do.” He squeezed my shoulder. “You get as much as you can handle right now. Because after that baby is born, the memories of the next few months are gonna have to tide you over when the only thing you’re fuckin’ is your own damn hand.”

“She took four vibrators with her on her trip. Four. I watched her put four fucking goddamn vibrators in her carry-on. She had more vibrators than pairs of shoes.”

“Get her to FaceTime you. That’d be pretty hot.”

Smacking him, I sighed before I reached for my beer. I’d only have one since I’d need to drive him and Pops back to Ma’s before I drove home later. But I needed a fuckin’ drink.

“When is she planning to use them? She even took a tiny one that fits inside her panties. What’s she gonna do, use it at work?”

“Again… Convince her to FaceTime you. And if you don’t do that, I’ll text her and she can FaceTime me.”

“Fuck you, asshole. You are not going to watch my pregnant girlfriend get herself off with the four fucking vibrators she took with her.”

“Wonder if she can use all four at the same time,” he mused, clearly enjoying my misery. “What kinds did she take?”

“Oh, my God. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you about this.”

“You’re the one who brought it up.”

“Maybe once she gets back, she’ll let you use the toys on her if your dick needs a break.”

“I already have,” I sighed, knowing that things had gotten a little spicier than normal before she packed for her trip. “And somehow, when I was fucking her last night, I ended up with a vibrator in my ass.”

Hutch lost it, doubling over and slapping his hand on the bar top while I shook my head. If it was happening to anyone else, I would have been laughing, too. But I was too fuckin’ tired.

“And? How’d that go?”

“You really want to know if I enjoyed having a little purple vibrator up my ass? Isn’t that like too much information or something?”

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