Page 93 of His Big Bad Stick

Having her once…

… it’s not enough…

Sleep feels like a glorified nap which has me making coffee before the sun is up.

I’m working through my second cup, sitting on the couch alone, when Abrielle walks out of my bedroom.

One look at her and my jaw tightens. Hard.

A surge of need pushes through my body.

My cock jumps inside my gym shorts.

I’m at a decent angle so Abrielle can’t see my cock jumping for joy at the sight of her sleepy eyes and hair.

I tell myself this is just that protection thing happening again.

My baby is in her womb. That’s all this is.

Abrielle waves and goes into the bathroom.

I sit and sigh.

There’s zero chance I would ever consider getting up off the couch and making her some coffee. She can do it herself. She’s fully capable of making a cup of fucking coffee.

Yeah, but…

I stand up and walk into the kitchen.

I’m irritated.

It’s not that insane of a gesture.

Wow, look at me go. Pouring coffee into a cup.

That’s all I do because I have no clue how Abrielle takes her coffee.

She exits the bathroom and walks toward me.

“Hey, good news, I didn’t throw up this morning,” she says. “Yet.”

“Oh,” I say. “We’re having those kinds of talks now?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Coffee?”

“Not sure how you like it,” I say as I step out of the way.

Abrielle smells like my sheets. Like warm sleep.

My hands ache to just grab her and…

“Milk or creamer?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Fridge. Obviously.”

She opens the fridge and gets the container of half and half.

When she shuts the door and turns, my eyes go right to her nipples.

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