Page 78 of His Big Bad Stick

“Get the fuck out of my way, kitten,” I call out. “Nothing I can help you with this time.”

Which is sort of a lie. Because she can help me with something. She can climb up into my truck, lean over the seat and wrap those lips of hers around my cock and suck me dry.

Of course Abrielle doesn’t move.

I wonder if maybe she’s here to give me back my hundred grand I spent saving her ass a month ago.

Now that would be a treat.

“I’m not in the mood,” I call out to her. “This is as nice and calm as I’m going to get.”

Abrielle steps out of the way.

I hit the gas pedal and rush forward.

As I go by her, I tell myself not to look.

But I look.

I can’t believe what I’m about to say…

… but it sort of looks like Abrielle is waving a pregnancy test in the air at me.

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Abrielle

I guess you never know what someone is going to do when you tell them you’re pregnant. And it’s theirs.

Any kind of dream or fantasy or whatnot doesn’t mean a thing when you’re in the moment.

As I watch Colver drive by me while I hold and gently wave the positive pregnancy test in my hand, I can’t help but picture myself as a single mother.

Colver going into his apartment and ignoring me.

Then I’m stuck making hard decisions. To go after him. To contact a lawyer. To fight to get him to know and understand he’s the father of the tiny life inside my womb. That he quite literally put the baby in there.

Because, you know what… we fucked like crazy without protection.

Not on his end.

On my end…

Colver’s truck goes into the parking garage.

I suck in a breath, not ready to be alone, but definitely ready to burst into tears.

When I see brake lights, I exhale.

Then reverse lights.

Then the truck backs up.

That’s when I feel a little bit of terror hit me.

Colver is my person for when things get really bad in life. Which is why I’ve only needed him twice. That’s it.

This? Pregnant? This is way different. Way fucking different.

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