Sticks (Black Addiction #2)

by T Gephart

  So, it had been a few days and other than Max, I hadn’t filled anyone in on Kenzie’s status. And I wasn’t good with secrets, so the fact I’d been able to keep my mouth shut this long was a miracle. Some sort of prize wasn’t out of the question. Maybe even a medal. I had really impressed myself.

  But while I had managed to keep my mouth from moving, my mind had been jacked up to eleven. Every scenario imaginable was downloaded into my memory banks, the thoughts churning constantly. My head felt like it was a crowded room full of E-swallowing ravers. With glow sticks. And the music sucked.

  Angie had just done the mom thing, and that shit had been far from easy. Those fucking hormones were vicious; how Jase survived it is still a mystery. I’m not going to lie, she had scared the fuck out of me. Our once-reasonable friend turned into a Sarah Connor from Terminator, but without the kickass body. Not that I was bringing that shit up.

  So to try and get myself up to speed—and to Google pic some images of Sarah Connor to try and calm me down—I did some searching on the ’Net. I wanted to be prepared and find out as much as I could, but instead of coming away with a crash course on being a dad, my search just suggested a whole heap of shit that could go wrong.

  And who else was I going to talk to this shit about?

  So I called her.

  Just a few calls. More to see if we could work this shit out together. Strength in numbers or something like that.

  Possibly not my smartest move.

  She didn’t sound thrilled.

  In fact, I was able to feel the glare of death all the way through the phone, which took some wicked talent. My silent thanks that I decided it was better not to go over and have the conversation face-to-face. Who said there wasn’t a God? That right there was proof he existed.

  My internet searches and subsequent calls to Kenzie were not appreciated. See, the fucking Godzilla shit had already started and we were only in the first trimester. We had months before the irritability was supposed to hit—or so said the internet.

  And that place was a fucking trap if ever I saw one. Those websites just added more questions rather than give fucking answers. And don’t even get me started on the fucking pictures. Trust me, that shit cannot be unseen. Do not Google cervical dilation. Hand-on-heart, you do not want to know.

  And another thing. Apparently they didn’t need my baby-making juice to see if the baby was mine. Seemed like the logical way to see if I was the dad was to check my jizz. I was more than happy to give it—because I’m that kind of guy—and what better way than to go straight to the source. Right?

  This shit and more was what kept me tossing and turning through the night. Not even watching porn helped; the orgasm empty as I jerked off into my hand. When my lids finally agreed to stay shut it was time to roll out of bed. Absolute bullshit.

  ***

  Thankfully I’d convinced Kenzie to take my car to see her doc. No point in us taking two, seeing as we were going to the same place, and the car she was driving was a piece of shit. Legit. POS. Not that I’d ever tell her that. I liked my balls where they were, thank you very much.

  So when I rolled up at her place at some god-awful time of the morning when no person should be awake, I was surprised to find her sitting on her front stoop. Awake and alert and fucking beautiful. Her hair was loose, just the way I liked it and she looked every bit the sex bomb I knew she was. She’d lost the dress she’d been wearing Friday night and instead was wearing the stuff I was used to seeing her in. Tight blue jeans, a pair of chucks and a T-shirt that showed off the curve of her tits. My dick immediately took an interest in what was going on.

  “Hey.” She looked up as I pulled up to the curb. “You’re on time.” The look of genuine surprise flooded her eyes as she walked toward the passenger side door.

  “Here, let me get that for you.” I hit the door and jumped from the cab before she’d reached for the handle. My hand did the honors as her foot stepped on the side running board. “I told you, I’d be on time.” I waited for her to climb into my truck.

  Honestly, her concerns I’d be late were valid; I was not a morning person. I’d had to set ten alarms on my phone and left the bastard in a chair on the opposite side of the room so I wouldn’t be able to silence the thing and go back to sleep. I’ll admit, there were at least two I’d shut off that gave me an extra five minutes. Every little bit counted. The main thing was that my system worked, I was on time and ready to rock despite the fact I was running on vapors. I was going to have to be mainlining caffeine if I even had a hope of getting through the day. The two cups I’d had on the way over, weren’t cutting it.

  “You ready?” she asked once I’d climbed back into the truck, her hands knotted in her lap. The on-edge vibe echoed through the interior.

  “Yep, I’m ready.” I fucking lied, thinking it was better than telling the truth. I was so not ready.

  The drive was short with the only noise being the tunes coming out of my stereo speakers. She hadn’t said anything, and every time I’d opened my mouth over the last few days I’d seemed to put my foot in it so I let shit be. So we sat in a weird kind of silence.

  Thank fuck we arrived at the doctor’s office before shit got too awkward. My truck pulled up to the address she’d given me as I cracked open my window to get a better view. It didn’t look like much, just a plain building with a tiny door in front. The sign on the lawn the only thing wising me up that it wasn’t someone’s house.

  I managed to find a spot on the street to park—which was a miracle in itself—and ejected from the car. Kenzie didn’t give me a chance to get around to her door, her feet hitting the asphalt before I’d made my way to her.

  “You good?” I asked, wondering what the hell I was supposed to be doing. Holding her hand? Giving her a hug? Fist bump? The options made my head hurt. I’d never lost my game when it came to a girl, but currently—with her—I was more nervous than when I’d lost my virginity.

  “I was a little sick this morning but I’ll be okay.” She yawned as we walked on the sidewalk the short distance to the doctor’s office. It hadn’t been just me who thought the early hour of this appointment was bullshit.

  “Sick as in . . .” I waited for her to elaborate.

  I’d seen Angie, our singer, blow chunks on more than one occasion. Not on fucking purpose either, but it was hard to miss that shit when you are stuck in a booth recording an album. So as far as the morning sickness thing, I got. It happens, you puke, it’s over.

  What I didn’t know was whether that was what we were dealing with, or if it was something else. Trust me, I had a list as long as my arm of fucking worst-case scenarios. Most of which made my blood run cold, so I knew enough that “a little sick” could mean major bad news.

  “As in I throw up pretty much as soon as my feet hit the floor.” She walked beside me as we made our way to the door. “It’s gross, but considering my last few mornings have been much of the same, I’m expecting it’s nothing to be worried about,” she said with little conviction.

  She gave no clue as to whether she was avoiding or she genuinely wasn’t concerned, her tone dialed down and tight. So rather than push the issue, I swallowed any other questions and opened the door, Kenzie giving me a weak smile as she stepped through the doorway.

  “This gentleman stuff is really throwing me off.” She played nervously with her bottom lip.

  “You and me both,” I admitted, the laugh making its way up my throat even though nothing was really funny. Unless by funny you mean scary as fuck and then it was hilarious. Fuck, I hoped this was over quick.

  Either the ridiculous time of day didn’t affect the baby doctor place or Oprah was in there giving away cars because the room was filled to capacity. Patients in various stages of mom-dom were parked, waiting their turn—most of them not looking too happy.

  Kenz either completely ignored the fact that BabysRUs had exploded in the room, or she had Jedi-mind tricked herself into a state of Zen, heading straight towa
rd reception. She didn’t even blink, flexing her nerves of fucking steel as she stood there. I’d always known she was one hell of a badass, but this took it to a new level of respect.

  That wasn’t the only thing that got my attention as my head did a swivel, my feet still glued to the floor at the entrance. The fact I had a dick put me well into the minority.

  Seriously, I was out-numbered by like twenty to one—and not in a good way. I had to wonder if the excessive estrogen wasn’t going to mess with my balls, it couldn’t be a good thing and I wasn’t excited at the prospect of finding out. Hang in there, buddies, I tried to give my nuts a pep talk. Hoping they could withstand the sonic boom of chick hormones they were experiencing. I was showering straight after this, just to be sure.

  There was one other dude in here, and if the look on his face was anything to go by, his stones were already sitting in his Mrs.’ purse. I couldn’t tell if he was freaking scared shitless or broken. He just sat beside his chick—her belly close to popping—with a dead, blank stare.

  Jesus Christ.

  This was not good.

  We’d barely been here five minutes and it felt like Armageddon.

  Beads of sweat prickled my neck as I let my hands drop casually in front of my crotch—I figured I’d give the boys a fighting chance and offer them some protection. Next time we came here I was definitely wearing a cup.

  Even though my brain really didn’t have its shit together, my feet thankfully did their thing and got walking. The one-foot-in-front-of-the-other took me away from the doorway looking like a douche to where Kenzie was standing at reception.

  Her blonde hair covered her face as she leaned over the counter, filling out some kind of forms—completely oblivious to the lack-of-happy happening in the room.

  No shit. I didn’t see one person crack a smile, except for the chick sitting behind the desk. And her hair had been pulled so tight she’d have no choice but to give you a cheesy grin. Oh, and she was way too cheery for this time of the morning, so I immediately didn’t trust her.

  “We’ll just take a sample after you’re done with the forms.” I caught the tail end of the conversation as freaky-smile-reception-chick put a specimen jar on the desk. “The bathroom is just on the left.”

  See!

  I freaking knew it.

  I had tried to tell Kenzie there was going to be jerking off involved, but noooooo, she laid on the that’s-not-how-they-do-it BS. Vindicated. She might be smarter than I am—but on this, clearly I was right.

  Of course, I’d already cleaned the pipes this morning—I’d needed some way to make myself less hostile from the early wake-up—but I didn’t anticipate a problem. Probably just as well too, because the jar they’d provided was tiny. I’d need at least five of them. Maybe even ten. Even now it would be touch-and-go. My load was pretty legendary. Case in point, the baby it had made purely on pre-cum. Fuck, I wonder how strong my swimmers were when I actually came? Medal winning probably. My mouth automatically curled into a proud grin at the thought.

  Anyway, I figured I’d save her the I-told-you-so I was entitled too. I was a team player and was more than willing to step up to prove it. Besides, I had a job to do, and jerking off was one thing I excelled at.

  So, while Kenzie was busy filling out a bunch of paperwork, I figured I’d grab the jar and get started. I mean, there was no time like the present and if we could move this process along a little, it would be better for everyone. She didn’t even look up as I snagged the jar and headed to where the desk chick had motioned where the bathrooms were. You think they could have provided something a little more welcoming. A booth maybe? With some porn. Surely that wasn’t too much to ask.

  With the jar tucked up tight in my mitt, I pushed open the door to the bathroom to find there was only one stall. Thankfully, given there weren’t many people in the room sporting the Y chromosome, I had the place to myself. Even better. While I would have been happy to just take care of business out in the open—like I said, I was a complete team player—I figured I should probably head into the stall anyway, and do it with less chance of an audience.

  The dude out in the waiting room looked scared enough as it was, I didn’t want the poor guy to feel inferior if he happened to wander in and see what I was packing. Not to brag, but my dick was pretty fucking awesome. The thought alone made me smile as I got to where I needed to be and unzipped my pants, shoving the jar into my pocket for safe keeping.

  My hand went to my dick and pulled it free from my boxers, and while the beast wasn’t hard, it didn’t take more than a few tugs before he suddenly took an interest in what was going on. The effort helped along by how happy I knew it would make Kenzie, my initiative hopefully earning me some brownie points. Maybe even a blowjob later. One could only hope.

  Hmm. My fingers curled around my shaft as I pictured her beautiful red lips around my cock. Her mouth bobbing up and down as she took more of me, her tongue flicking the head on the way out. Fuck yeah. My hand moved faster, as I fixated on every detail of Kenzie’s face, the way she had looked at me when the blowjob had been less daydream and more reality, the curl of her smile when she had me almost begging to let me blow my load.

  Yeah.

  So close.

  Just a little more.

  The beast hardened even more, giving me his seal of approval on the mental imagery my gray matter was tossing around, with my hand on autopilot as the fantasy kicked up an extra notch.

  “Fuck me, Joey,” she’d demanded, pulling her lips from my dick. Her need to have me in her matching my own as she tore her clothes off and showed me that what was underneath was waaaaaaaayyyy better than I’d conjured in my head. Her perfect tits heaved up and down as my eyes steamrolled her entire body, a crime not to take a minute and appreciate how fucking unbelievably beautiful she was.

  “Anything you want, babe,” I’d said, one hundred percent on board with her plan to get inside of her ASAP. The anticipation alone made me want to come, but I wouldn’t give myself that pleasure until I’d heard her moan my name. I wanted to feel her clamp around me so tight and shake, knowing those cries had been at my hand—or dick as the case was.

  “Yes.” The word rushed out as I bent her over the back of the couch and pushed in half way, her wet pussy more than ready for me. My balls cursed the hell out of me as I held there for a minute letting the sensation travel up the length of my dick, wanting it to last as long as possible.

  “You want that, baby?” I’d pushed in a little more, holding back on giving her all that I had. The cry that came out of her giving me all the thanks I needed as I teased her a little more.

  Fuck. I bit down on my lip as the recall got me closer, faster than I’d anticipated. The fucking daydream faded as reality put me right back in the bathroom where I’d been handling my business. Usually I could stave off the urge, but I wasn’t sure if it was the subject matter or something else that had my need to come at desperation levels.

  Oh shit. The special jar I needed was still tucked into my pocket, my pants pushed down around my hips as I looked down at the beast literally seconds from blowing its load. I probably could have planned it better, had it open or something but I had zero contingency plan as my skin tingled and any self control I had went out the window. My free hand managed to grab some toilet paper just in time before I sprayed my jizz all along the toilet door. The fucking feeling so outstanding that my legs buckled under me and my ass hit the toilet seat as my body gave one last shiver.

  Wow.

  “Joey?” A tentative voice called from the door, the same voice that a few seconds ago had been rattling around in my head begging me to fuck her.

  “Hey, Kenzie.” My fingers still curled around my dick gave it one last tug. “I’m going to need another few minutes, babe.”

  At least I should be able to get hard again. Another ten or fifteen minutes tops, maybe even less. I’d never needed to be on the clock before, but I wasn’t going to punk out on the challenge. No,
sir. Not this guy.

  “O-kay.” Her voice wavered, not sounding any closer. Obviously she was still chilling at the door. “Um, you haven’t seen that jar that was on the counter have you? I really need it.”

  Well there went the element of surprise. My plan to produce the thing filled without her asking, foiled. Still, intentions had to count for something, right? It’s not like I hadn’t performed. And had I thought slightly ahead, I would have totally achieved my objective. It was poor planning not lack of trying which had the jar empty and my jizz everywhere else.

  “Yeah, I screwed up on the first try but I’ll be more prepared the second time around. Just give me a few minutes.” No point trying to hide the fact, hopefully my good intentions would be recognized.

  “Oh God. Please tell me you aren’t doing what I think you’re doing.” Her voice sounded closer, like she’d stepped into the room but given there was a door between us I wasn’t actually sure where she was and what look she was wearing. Her voice certainly didn’t have the praise and adulation I’d expected. She could have been a little happier; I was doing this for her benefit after all.

  Using more toilet paper to finish the clean up, I shoved my dick into my pants and cracked open the door. Sure enough, Kenz was now standing inside the men’s room, the look on her face matching the horror I’d heard in her voice just moments earlier. And not that I could read minds, but if I had to hedge a guess, I’d say she wasn’t pleased. Probably because she knew for once I’d been right on the money about this.

  “Look, I wasn’t going to tell you I told you so but, I told you so.” I stepped out of the stall and watched her eyes widen. “And I didn’t want to make you feel bad about being wrong, so I thought I’d just come in here and quickly get it over with.” Really, when you thought about it, I was actually being a gentleman. The least she could is act a little grateful.

  “Joey.” My name was blown out like a curse. “That jar was for me. They needed my sample. Not yours.” She waved her hands around for extra effect, in case the look on her face wasn’t deadly enough.