That’s a bold fucking statement.
But not wanting to start anything, for Penny’s sake, I brush off the comment and take the man’s hand in mine. “Eli, nice to meet you.”
He studies me for a second and then asks with a tilt of his head, “Eli Hornsby?”
“Yes, sir,” I say out of pure habit.
“Well, no wonder you haven’t been to any of the appointments. You’ve been busy playing hockey.”
What’s this man’s problem? Does he have something against hockey players? I want to ask Penny, but she places her hand on her stomach and says, “I’m glad he’s here for this appointment, the most important.”
“All of them are important, Penny, especially in this new journey you’re going through.”
“I would have been here if I could,” I say, feeling the need to put that out there. “Our schedules never matched up, unfortunately.”
“And now that you were kicked out of the playoffs, you have all the time in the world to dedicate to your baby.” He smiles, but it’s a pompous smile. The type of smile that would get your jersey pulled over your head by the opposing team if you were on the ice. “And of course, Penny, you look amazing.” He places his hand on her stomach, and I know that’s his job, but that doesn’t mean I need to like it.
We know she looks amazing.We don’t need you moving your hands all over her.
“Thank you so much. I feel pretty great. I know all the books say the second trimester is the best, and I really feel like that’s the case with me.”
Hand still on her stomach, he asks, “Are you experiencing a heightened libido?”
How is that an appropriate question?
“Do we need to talk about that?” I ask. “Maybe we can just, you know, get on with the baby X-ray thing.”
Big Pecs looks at me and says, “I know this is your first appointment, but it is common and necessary to talk about everything significant that pertains to her pregnancy, including heightened libido, breast growth, and anything else that might makeyouuncomfortable. And it’s not a baby X-ray. It’s a sonogram.”
Uh-huh . . . I don’t like this guy.
Penny takes my hand, probably sensing my agitation, and gives it a squeeze before saying, “I have had an increase in libido. Lately, it seems like I can’t get enough. I’m very aroused most of the time.”
So we’re, uh . . . we’re talking about it.
“Has Eli been able to keep up?”
“Yes,” I nearly shout and then realize the volume of my voice. “I mean, yes. Of course I’ve been able to keep up.”
Big Pecs eyes me very seriously before turning back to Penny. “Well, if he can’t, there are ways to get your needs met.”
“I can keep up,” I say with an edge, leaning in closer to Penny now. “Very much capable of taking care of her . . . uh . . . arousal.” I cringe saying the word out loud in such a sterile environment.
“Please, I’d like to hear from Penny.” His goddamn hand is STILL on her stomach. “Is he able to make you orgasm?”
“What kind of question is that?” I interrupt once again. “Of course I can make her orgasm.”
Big Pecs holds his hand up. “First of all, it’s a very important question. It would do her no service if she isn’t able to orgasm. And secondly, I’d like to hear from Penny because even though you might think she has an orgasm, she could be faking it.”
She’s not fucking faking.
I can feel her pussy convulsing around my cock.
Her pussy is always dripping wet.
She nearly kicked me in the face the other night when I was going down on her because her orgasm was so strong.
She’s fucking satisfied, you slicked-back, shirt-too-small prick.
