Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(58)

“Mrs. Lucas, you can sit here in the waiting area. Mr. Lucas, you will be in room 1A.”

I look at the door that has a metal plaque above it that says 1A. That’s it. I guess in my head I thought it would read Jacking-Off Area. They could at least make it fun. Call it the Snake Charming Room, Splooge Collection Chamber… something.

“I’ll be back,” I tell Kayla in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice. She gives me the smile that I wanted to see, so I wink at her and then follow the nurse to the room.

“There’s magazines and a computer in there to, umm… help if you find you need it.”

“Help?” I ask rather stupidly.

The nurse doesn’t respond, unless you count the blush she’s wearing. I step in and she closes the door behind me. I look around the small room. For some reason, I feel like I might have walked on the small set of a porn movie—or at least the fluffer room. That thought comes when I see the stack of adult magazines. I thumb through them, totally unimpressed. These were the kind of things my brothers and I hoarded when we were young, but it’s definitely not something I’m going to stroke my dick to now. All I can think about when I look at them now is how their breasts look incredibly fake and lacking compared to Kayla’s. Kayla’s are large and just right to wrap my dick inside of and ride hard, not being afraid I would hurt her.

I walk towards the small computer and tap the keyboard. I immediately feel like some kind of under-sexed, over-hormoned loser who lives in his mother’s basement because the f*cking thing is sticky. The screen lights up and there are several desktop icons that lead you to various porn. Threesomes, submissive partners, dominating, big breasts, virgin asses—there’s something there for everyone. I click on one out of curiosity, watching as a woman appears on the screen. She’s on all fours in the middle of a big bed, reaching back to spank her ass, begging me (or whoever) to cum all over it. She’s not that pretty. Her breasts are a little too saggy, and my dick just lies there, even as she starts squeezing her own breasts and begging for cum.

This may be a long day…





CHAPTER 44


KAYLA




White has been in that room for fifteen minutes. If you can die from an overdose of shame and nerves, I’m right at the edge of that point. I’m sitting in this damn chair ringing my hands, torn between rushing in and telling White the truth and running away completely. Will he hate me when he finds out the truth? Will he understand why I did it? Can I survive losing him?

There are so many questions literally swirling in my head that I don’t notice when White comes out—not until he’s standing in front of me pulling at my hands to lift me out of the chair.

“Are you finished already? That was really quick. I mean, you’re not normally that fast. Though I suppose this is a little different—”

“Let’s go,” White mumbles and I stumble, trying to follow him as he holds my hand and then uses it to pull me where he wants me.

“Wait? Where are we going? The exit is that way. White?” I question again as he leads me to the room he was in. He doesn’t talk again until he has me in there and the door closes behind us. I look around the tight space that’s dimly lit with a frown. “Why did you bring me in here?”

“There’s no hope in hell of this working if you aren’t here, Kayla.”

“What? Why? What are you talking about?”

“Do you see this crap?” he asks, holding up a magazine of women with fake breasts and very little, if any, clothing.

“Yeah?” I ask, confused, not sure what he’s getting at.

“There’s no way I’m going to be able to get the doctor a sample in here, Kayla.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay. I think we should talk about that. This really isn’t necessary, White. I need to talk to you about everything, actually—”

“It is necessary. Which means you’re going to have to step up here, Buttercup.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. It’s the only way this is going to work.”

“I’m not sure I understand. Exactly what is it you think I should do? Get tested?”

“You have to make me come.”

“Um… what?”

“The only way any of my soldiers are going to swim in that damn cup is if you get them out of hiding.”

“I don’t think… I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m not even supposed to be in here.”

“Well, you are. And that’s the only way this is going to work.”

“You want me to… jack you off?” I ask, still not exactly sure what White’s thinking and feeling like a pervert for being a little turned on by the fact that he thinks he needs me to make him come. I always figured something like that was automatic for a man.

“Well, that’d be the most straightforward approach, I guess. Or maybe I could while you get me in the mood.”

“Get you in the mood?”

“Take your top off,” he orders while he unzips his pants. My eyes might pop out of my head as he pushes his pants and briefs down and takes his cock in his hand in quick, efficient movements. He’s not even taking a breath. It’s like we’re in our private bedroom. Not a doctor’s office. Oh my God! Do they have cameras here? Are they going to come in here and having me escorted out at any moment? Crap, what will they do if they catch me in here while White is—??