Josephine picks up the banana and stares at it with disdain. Opal nudges her, encouraging her to give it a go. With a huff, she peels it and places it in her mouth but doesn’t bite. It’s like she’s testing the taste of it on her tongue and seeing if it agrees with her appetite.
Watching my woman’s lips wrapped around the tip of a banana has me nearly saluting in my pants.
Not the time, Maceo.
Another horrible side effect of early pregnancy is a lack of sex drive. Since Josephine has started regular morning sickness, it means she’s also too nauseous for our regular romps. I’ve been locked out of her heavenly tight clutch for two weeks and it’s driving me up the wall. I’m sporting wood all the time like it’s my normal attire.
Every morning, I check myself off in the mirror.
Jeans? Check.
Boots? Check.
Leather cut? Check.
Massive erection due to lack of milking? Check and checkmate.
I could relieve the pressure if I took matters into my own hands—no pun intended—but I have no desire to get myself off without my wife being an active participant. I like to share my pleasure with my woman while giving her pleasure. Hand jobs are a thing of the past.
Josephine bites the tip of the banana and moans, satisfied to be eating something which won’t make her ill.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!I grab a throw pillow from the couch and cover my lap, hiding the boner tenting my jeans. “Fuuuck,” I groan, my head falling into my hands.
“Pussy detention?” Punk teases waltzing up but staying a safe distance away from Hades.
“Yes,” I mutter. “It sucks ass.”
“Tell me about it,” Chase grumbles as he whizzes past to greet Simone as she enters the room.
Josephine shakes her head. “I’ve told Simone it’s okay to move on. Poor Chase looks like he’s suffering while she figures out what she wants.”
“You could put an end to my suffering?” I offer, hope seeping into my voice.
Josephine gives me side-eye and bites off another chunk from her banana in a more aggressive fashion.
“Or not,” I rectify, wanting to keep my penis intact.
Gauge moves into the living area, approaching his woman slowly. Hades gives him a once over and moves out of the way to make room next to Opal. Gauge smiles and pats the hellhound as he takes a seat next to Opal.
“Traitor,” I grumble at my dog. Hades grumbles back and presses his snout against Josephine’s tummy.
“They’re still in there, Hades,” Josephine says around the food in her mouth. Hades snorts, which sounds like mild irritation, and lays his massive head in her lap. Josephine rubs his head absentmindedly while managing to consume the entire banana without racing to the toilet. I send up a quick prayer to heaven in thanks. I hand her a peanut butter slice of bread.
My woman scowls at the food in her hand. “Maybe in a bit. I want my food to settle first.”
I can’t help but groan. “You’re killing me, Smalls!”
Hades’s massive tongue snakes out and slurps up the bread in Josephine’s hand.
“Dammit, Hades. No more stealing yourmama’sfood.” I hand her the other slice of bread, but this time Runt jumps from Opal’s arms and grabs it. I dive for the puppy, but she bounds from the couch like a springboard, making a run for it. The chunk of bread is nearly as big as her head and flops over her face, sending peanut butter splattering everywhere. Hades gallops after Runt, eager to share the stolen snack. I pound the floor with my fist. “Goddamnit!”
Annoyed as hell, I rise to my feet and sulk off to the kitchen to make a peanut butter sandwich with bananas. This time when the plate is in front of her, she picks it up, takes a tentative bite, and continues to polish it off.
Thank fuck!
Ziggy approaches like a man on a mission. “Prez?” He indicates for me to follow. I go into captain mode. Gauge is right behind me when I enter the tech room.
“What’s going on?” I ask.