Page 162 of His Big Bad Stick

“I need you,” I manage to say. “I’m in a lot of pain, Jess. I’m scared. I’m sorry I was a bitch to you. Something is wrong with the baby. Colver isn’t here. Jess!”

I groan and drop the phone to the floor.

My hands grab at the couch cushions and I bury my face into a cushion and let out a screaming cry.

Right now more than anything - and no matter what is happening - all I want is Colver to be with me.

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Colver

I sit and wait.

I’m quiet but my head is anything but.

Faust is the only other one in the visitor’s locker room, all padded up, waiting for the pre-skate interviews, meetings, and the pre-game skate.

He stands up and walks toward me, then surprises me when he sits next to me.

“How’s the wife?”

I laugh. “Wife. Yeah. Right. She’s pregnant. That’s it.”

“You know what I meant. You didn’t have to get defensive. Must mean you care about her.”

That’s Faust.

He stands up and walks away, leaving me totally alone as he exits the locker room.

Amazing, with one simple question laced with some sarcasm from Faust and he’s nailed everything going on in my life.

No need for long talks and debates and all that bullshit.

I feel how I feel. That’s it.

The thought of Abrielle carrying another man’s baby makes me want to go clinically insane. It fills me with so much…

I just want her all to myself. I want her body. I want to stare into her eyes. I want to… oh, I want to fuck her senseless. I want to taste her pleasure. I want to feel her sweet cunt throbbing as she comes…

It’s more than just that too.

That’s the surface stuff. That’s the stuff you’d expect from me.

I want more than that.

I want to watch her belly get bigger by the month. I want to feel the baby kicking. I want to know if we’re having a boy or a girl. I want to watch her obsess over a nursery. I want to paint the walls of the nursery and curse like a sailor as I build the furniture.

“Fuck,” I growl.

Me being an asshole has always protected me.

Keep my distance and everything is okay.

Only one person fucked with that rule… Abrielle.

She chose the bedroom I needed to use to sneak girls into my father’s house. She’s been in the way for years and years now. Nestled somewhere in the back of my mind too during our years apart.

And what happened the second I saw her standing in front of my truck?

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