Sticks (Black Addiction #2) by T. Gephart Read Free Book Online

sleep with people in my bed.” My ass sunk into the couch, my mind too juiced up to sleep. “I run hot, all that cuddling shit just makes it difficult. They get annoyed when you tell them to lay off the hugs after sex.”
    Real talk. I could cuddle like a champ until it was time for lights out, then I wanted to be left the hell alone. I didn’t need a human throw rug. Fuck. That. I wanted to spread out, chill and sleep. Girls unfortunately didn’t really dig being told to stay on their side of the bed. It’s not like there wasn’t room, there was no need for them to be all up in my grill when we were catching Z’s.
    “Imagine that.” Max laughed as he planted his ass in the opposite armchair. “Everyone is so sensitive these days.”
    “Right?” I nodded in agreement, the dude obviously on the same page.
    “So, you going to tell me why you had to fly out the door like the club was on fire the minute we’d finished the formalities? If I had to guess, I’d say it had to do with a certain blonde guitar player who looked pretty pissed.”
    I’d assumed that I’d be getting twenty questions when I eventually got home. It’s not like they hadn’t seen A: Kenzie call me an asshole and B: Me bail on the band the minute the launch was over. If Rusty and Angie were here, I’d be catching heat from them too, so I should be thankful it was only my best friend who was doing the grilling.
    “Yeah, well. You’d be right, my friend.” My head fell back against the couch. “Kenzie and I had shit we needed to discuss. It couldn’t wait.”
    “What kind of shit? Is she okay? Does she need help or something?” True to form, Max was concerned about Kenz and the situation. He had always been a smooth bastard, his nice guy routine getting him more than his fair share of pussy. He genuinely cared too, it wasn’t just an act.
    “ Okay is not a word I can use tonight. And as for helping, nothing you can really do.” Or anyone for that matter. Hell, I could barely get my head around it and I’d had hours.
    “What the fuck, Joe. What the hell is going on?” Max dug a little deeper, his need to know more from a place of concern than because he wanted to shoot the breeze. “And don’t tell me nothing . Obviously there is something and it’s serious because you haven’t even made a crack about how good her tits looked tonight.”
    “You looked at her tits?” My head swiveled fast to face him. Max didn’t like to double dip and him knowing Kenzie and I had history should have put her in the no-go zone. “Dude, don’t fucking go there.”
    “No, I didn’t look . But usually that would be the first thing out of your mouth, so I would say my point has been more than illustrated.” He rolled his eyes, the needling used to get me to talk. “What gives?”
    “So. Kenzie.” I paused between each word wondering how the hell I was going to say it out loud. “Is pregnant.” Yeah didn’t sound any better hearing it from my mouth rather than letting it roll around in my brain. It still felt like a dream. Clearly the issue on whether or not we’d slept together had been put to rest. Ironically this was not the kind of proof I’d wanted, Max knowing there was no way on earth I’d ever joke about this.
    “Holy shit. Are you serious?” Max’s eyes peeled back in disbelief, the same what-the-fuck I’d been wearing for the last few hours.
    “Yeah, that’s what I said.” The memory of my reaction in the not too distant past. “But it seems like I have super swimmers or something because even though I didn’t finish inside her, we still made a baby.” My fingers worked their way up to the bridge of my nose and gave it a squeeze. The headache that had taken up residence, the least of my problems.
    “Please tell me you know you can still get a girl pregnant even if you don’t finish inside her?” The bastard’s voice rose in disbelief. Like the information should have been fucking obvious.
    “C’mon, dude. What