Free Sticks (Black Addiction #2) by T. Gephart Page B

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.
    “What the hell kind of sample do they need from you?” I shrugged mentally trying to work out what the hell she was supposed to do with the jar.
    Nope.
    Nothing.
    “ Pee, you moron.” Her voice rose higher as her tightly wrapped fists dropped to her side. “They need me to pee in that jar.”
    She sounded mad, she was probably mad.
    “Ooooohhhhh.” My head nodded as the last piece of the puzzle finally clicked. Yeah, I’d read about that. Screening for shit in a pregnant chick’s pee. Completely mind dumped on that info.
    “Well, I guess then there’s no need for round two then.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the jar. The size made a lot of sense now that I knew its purpose. “Here you go. Ready for action, babe.” My hand tilted offering it to her.
    “Ewwww. You didn’t wash your hands. I’m not touching that.” She screwed up her face like I’d asked her to lick the bathroom floor, her body repelling in disgust.
    “Babe, you’ve sucked my dick.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “And you are currently carrying my kid, so I think it’s a little late to be worried about my cooties.”
    “It’s not the same thing and you know it.” Her hands planted on her hips, a smile trying not to spread on her lips. She might have been pissed I’d pointed out the obvious but she wasn’t denying it either. The