Page 130 of His Big Bad Stick

I will literally kick the door down if she has it locked.

And then I will pick her up, put her eye level with me, make her stare into my eyes.

Make it known that I’m here for a reason.

I’m here for her. For our unborn baby.

I want to fucking be right here.

The bathroom door slightly opens. “Colver?”

“Right here,” I growl.

“Do you want me to explain what just happened?”

“No.”

“I appreciate that, Colver.”

“No worries, kitten,” I grit my teeth.

Abrielle opens the bathroom door and steps out.

My eyes start to widen when I see that she’s wearing a towel.

A very large towel. The only kind I’ll use. I love a towel that’s like a blanket.

Abrielle holds the towel tight against her body and she begins to sway her hips.

“Maybe I can… be here for you…” she purrs. “I don’t think I should stand on a table though.”

“No,” I say. “No tables, Abrielle. Or ladders.”

She smiles. “You should sit down and let me…”

She nervous. And she’s beautiful.

“Are you naked under that towel?” I ask.

“Let’s find out, Colver.”

All I can picture now is Abrielle in her paint stained hoodie and jeans, sitting at an easel. Listening to some weird music, paintbrush on the canvas, working.

And now she’s walking toward me, wearing a towel… my baby in her warm womb.

“Are you not going to sit down?” Abrielle asks.

I shake my head. “Not until I get my hands on that towel…”

“Even when I’m trying to be flirty and play into one of your fantasies you’re still a stubborn dick.”

“Fantasy?”

Abrielle walks up to me and stares up at me.

She shuts her eyes and puts her head back.

Then she groans.

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