Page 91 of His Big Bad Stick

Oh, why did that just send a warm buzz through me?

“You’re carrying my baby, Abrielle. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a fucking second.”

That might be the nicest and sexiest thing Colver has ever said to me.

I know he probably doesn’t literally mean that. And it’s also impossible to be near me all the time.

Colver reaches forward and touches my stomach.

An even hotter buzz hits me.

“You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight, Abrielle,” Colver says.

My chin quivers.

I want to ask him where he plans on sleeping.

But I can’t remember how to speak.

I’m wearing one of his t-shirts as pajamas.

Panties, yes.

And I’m wearing a bra too, which isn’t comfortable at all.

I guess I could just take my bra off. So what if he sees the outlines of my breasts against the inside of my shirt? So what if he sees my nipples pushing against the shirt too, right? Nothing he hasn’t seen before. Nothing he hasn’t had in his hands or mouth before.

I leave my bra on.

I’m in his huge, comfortable bed.

His room is dark and quiet.

I’m so tired I don’t know how I’m awake or still processing thoughts.

Just as I start to close my eyes, the bedroom door opens once more.

From the corner of my eye I watch Colver walk until he’s out of sight.

He’s on the other side of the bed.

A few seconds later Colver gets into the bed.

The bed is more than big enough for two people.

And it’s not like he slithers across the bed and cuddles me.

There’s total silence.

My eyes shut and I feel sleep starting to wash over me.

A hand touches my left hip. Then my stomach, over the t-shirt.

Colver is such an asshole, yes, but he’s protective too.

I smile.

I fall asleep.

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