Stricken Desire (21 page)

We are now flying from Fort Wayne to D.C. in
coach. I refuse to use part of my measly 32k a year salary to fly
first-class. I called Dr. Shells to be sure I am allowed to still
fly before I booked our D.C flight. He was confident that I would
be fine to fly until I hit about twenty four weeks, after that he
wants it strictly ground transportations. He said with normal
pregnant woman he’d advise them to stop after thirty two weeks but
me carrying twins he didn’t want to chance it. I am fully on board
with that.

So now Stacy is sleeping with headphones on
jamming to music on his iPhone. Probably Stricken or Ice the
Monkey. Which is a new band Magic records signed about six months
ago. They just released their first album Jungle Bitch that just so
happens to be the title of their number one hit. According to Stace
the band will be opening for Stricken the last five shows of this
tour.

I’ve spent the past hour and a half on our
flight reading a pregnancy book on my Nook. I’ve downloaded twelve
and gotten through two so far. I’m now in my sixth week and
according to my phones new app each baby is approximately the size
of a pomegranate seed. I haven’t had any more sickness since
vomiting at the docs. I was nauseated one night after I ate
spaghetti and meatballs. Other than that it’s been smooth sailing
and the excessive horniness has yet to kick in. I’m still leveling
out at my normal horniness which is mild and only needs taken care
of once or twice a month. Although I do have a feeling that will
change soon enough. Yah me! Or not.

The pilot just announced our decent into D.C.
I nudge Stacy with my elbow and pull one of his ear buds out. “Rise
and shine beauty queen.”

He doesn’t say a word or move an inch. Now I
have the choice do I play nice or do I play dirty? The naughty part
of me says grab his dick, that’ll wake him up. The conservative
side is telling me to be nice and wake him once we land. I decide
to go with something in the middle and I lean up and lick his face
from his chin to his forehead in one rather wet swoop.

“Ah, hell! Em, what was that for?” he wakes
his face is scrunched, grossed out. He uses the back of his hand to
wipe the slobber off his face.

I giggle a little naughty laugh “I tried to
wake you. You didn’t move so it was either that or grab your balls.
I decided the lick was nicer. You lucked out.” I teased and
pretended and in slow Mo that I was going to grab is balls. I
extend my arm over his seat arm and I start my descent between his
legs. He grabs my hand fast and squeezes it. Then he gently lays it
on our mutual armrest.

“See that’s better. You’re right the lick was
better.” He shoots me a wicked smile.

“I knew you’d see it my way.” I rub the side
of his arm lovingly.

Our week together has brought us even closer
together if that was possible. He’s made me happier than I’ve been
in a long time just being around him. The mom stuff with him I
think has helped a lot with his internal struggles and in turn he’s
started to heal from his past. I couldn’t be more thankful for
that.

I lean over Stacy’s lap, my hair fall around
my face and I peer out the window. We are just about to land. I can
see the runway underneath the plane.

“Sit back we are about to land.” He says.

I snap up and put my hand on the seat on
front of me. When the wheels hit the pavement my body leaches
forward and I brace myself. This is the worst part of the whole
flying experience.

Getting out of the plane and down to the
baggage claim was quick and painless. James parked a Mercedes SUV
by the exit and Stacy and I got in without a hitch.

“How was your break James?” I ask him while I
reach over and fasten my seat belt next to Stacy who decides to nix
the safety harness.

“Very nice Miss Bronwyn. Thank you.” He says
politely. Always so punctual and proper. If he wasn’t driving us to
the tour bus right now I am sure he would have bowed.

“Are the boys back at the bus already? Or are
they arriving later on?”

“Ah yes, Mr. Striker, Mr. Moyer, Mr. Dob’s
and Mr. Welling all arrived earlier this morning. Ma’am.”

“Do you ever use our first names or is it
always this formal with you? James.”

“I have been given instructions to use
whichever. Being in the Marine Corps for twelve years and eight
years working for internal affairs I’ve been trained to use
surnames, not first. An acquired taste I suppose.” He replies
evenly. Dignified and formal.

Which puts him a little over forty.

“So why do we use your first name?”

That seems like a logical question to me. Why
would he be the only one using proper surnames and we are stuck
using his first.

“James is my last name ma’am. Calvin is what
my mother named me.” I can hear a smile in his voice. He knows he
caught me off guard.

“Ah, well Calvin James I’m glad to see you
again.” I voice warmly. I need to show him I do care for him. If he
is going to be our number one bodyguard I want him to like me.

Ten minutes later and we pull up outside the
tour bus parked behind the Verizon Center. The fans are already
lined up outside trying to get any glimpse of one of the guys.
Groupies are relentless, I swear.

James gets out first and opens my door and
offers his hand. I take it and Stacy scoots out behind me. All the
way into the bus James blocks my body from the crowds view that is
growing in number right behind a fence.

Inside all the guys are sitting on the couch
I barely look at them. I don’t want to see Johnathan yet and
they’re presumably talking about how their short vacation went.
James carries in my bag and drops it on the floor by my bunk.

“We cleaned out two drawers for you.” I hear
Keith say eyeing me from the couch.

“Thanks. Which ones?”

“The shortest ones of course.” He chuckles
and gets up and walks over to me. “Those bottom two.” He kicks them
with his adidas.

“You know you guys didn’t have to do that. I
was doing fine living out of my suit case it was so rock and roll
after all.“ I say bending over to open the drawers and unzip my bag
to unpack.

“That’s what I told the guys but they didn’t
listen.” D chimes in from the couch. I can’t see his face.

“Whatever D you just wanted to keep those two
for your sick shit.” Keith says.

“What shit?” I tuck my hair behind my ears
and turn my gaze up to him from the floor that I am now kneeling
on.

“Don’t you dare fucking tell her Keith.” D
warns darkly.

“Oh, common D.” Keith taunts, I can hear the
smile in his tone.

I lay my folded clothes on the floor next to
the open drawer.

“Deacon had that bottom drawer stuffed full
of woman’s panties that he’s picked up over the tour as souvenirs.”
Stacy chimes in kneeling beside me with a naughty smile. He’s so
going to hear it from D. I don’t care, it’s funny and I cover my
mouth to hold back a laugh.

“Ah. I see.” I say nearly choking on my
words. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this laugh back.
It’s really disgusting he’d keep panties that women have worn but
it doesn’t surprise me. Nothing about that man does.

“I hope they washed out the drawer.” I
whisper to Stacy.

He smiles my way holding back his own laugh
“I doubt it so I’d grab the Clorox wipes from under the sink to
make sure.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you Stacy?!” D
barks, my heart just about jumps out of my chest he’s standing
right behind us and his face is filled with anger.

“It’s true bud. She was going to find out one
way or another.” Stace adds with a grin. Great make him angrier why
don’t cha?

I leave them to it and turn around to crawl
between D’s legs and Keith’s. Just far enough apart that I can fit.
I need to go get those wipes and I need to put my clothes away.
They are all locked into a bitching match with Stacy and I know he
can handle his own. He’s bigger than douche bag Deacon anyhow.

I get through the legs and two very large
feet appear in my line of sight.

“Hello Emily, looking for these.”

Holy, mother of god my babies daddy is
standing right in front of me holding the Clorox wipes and he is
just as sexy as I remember. Maybe a little less sexy because he
looks like he hasn’t slept in like a week. Dark circles encase his
beautiful green eyes. Probably from all the sex he’s been having.
Shit! No I can’t think about that. Why do I care? Oh, that’s right
I freaking love this man! Oh shit! No I don’t. I hate him. Okay,
maybe hate isn’t the best word. I dislike him a lot. Dislike him
from hurting me, dislike him for breaking my heart and hating him
right now because I can feel my heart aching again and it hasn’t
felt like that in nearly five days. And the butterflies are back
fluttering in my damn stomach. This has got to stop. I need to go
through Johnathan detox. Maybe if I call one of his last ten woman
they could give me tips on how to get past this. No, that’s
probably a bad idea. They might be worse off than I am and I would
hate to rub salt in their wounds. It’s bad enough mine are barely
mending.

“Emily.” He snaps his fingers to get my
attention.

Oh fuck I zoned out again. What’s wrong with
me? Damnit my mouth is hanging open like a fucking dog and I am on
all fours, staring straight up at this hot rocker. I have got to
get my shit together and fast.

Step one shut your fucking mouth. I shut it.
Step two say something.

“Oh um, sorry.” I mutter.

Oh great Em, smooth, real smooth. Next time
why don’t you just kiss his boot and tell him how much you worship
him? I’m pathetic!

He holds out his hand. I ignore it and get up
off the floor all on my own. I am going to have to do a lot of
things on my own in the next couple of months. Consider this a
testament to my growing motherhood status. Eat that assbag! Hell
yes! I’m back!

Facing him I brush off my jeans like I have
something on them. Yep, I’m back in rocker gear. Actual jean pants
Lucky brand I think. I dunno exactly Stacy said they were a bitchen
brand or something like that and I have on a tight yellow t-shirt
printed with nerd candy on it. Total high school geek alert but I
thought it was cute.

“Can I have those?” I reach out to take the
wipes from his hands. I look up to his face to see if he is going
to do this nicely or is the angry banter going to start up as soon
as I get on this damn tour bus again. Not that I mind. I’d rather
argue with him into a stronger dislike than him be nice to me and
make me want to touch him and caress his soft tattooed skin. Which
is so damn fine! Jesus, listen to me I am turning into a
groupie.

“Why don’t have I have D clean out the
drawer? It was his souvenirs that contaminated it.” He says nicely.
Oh why don’t you be a dick? That would be so nice right about
now.

“I can do it just give me the wipes.
Please.”

He shakes his head.

“D.” he says and gets no response. I turn and
see Deacon in deep conversation with Keith and Stacy. Not an angry
one either.

“See he’s busy. Just give them to me
Johnathan.” I hold out old my hand. How hard does it have to be to
get some fucking wipes?

“D! Fucking listen to me man!” he yells
ignoring me.

“What!?” Deacon yells and turns around.
Johnathan walks past me and slaps the wipes into D’s hands.

“You wipe out both of those drawers you used.
She” he peers back at me. “Doesn’t need to be cleaning up pussy
juices out of her new drawers. That’s your mess, you clean it up.”
He says firmly and moves past the crowded hall and goes into his
bedroom and slams the door shut without another word.

The rest of last night went smoothly. I put
away my clothes after D cleaned out my drawers. All my new clothes
fit in fine. When we were visiting my parents Stacy and I took some
time out and hit up a few vintage shops in Wayfort and The buckle
store in the mall. That’s where I picked up the lucky jeans and the
nerds shirt at a middle of the mall kiosk. I also added a few more
rockin dresses to my wardrobe ones that are a little less tight
because with my growing belly I don’t want to show it off right
away. We got some more jeans that are low cut so a pregnant belly
can fit over them and a few shirts. I got lucky to find some
awesome vintage items. Stacy was surprisingly real happy with the
purchases overall.

The guys for the rest of the night played
video games and ate delivery pizza that James brought in and ate
with all of us. Johnathan didn’t leave his room after the Clorox
incident and James brought him back some pizza. I don’t like to see
Johnathan because it hurts and even more so now that I know I am
having his twins. But I feel like of bad for him.

It’s five in the morning and I just woke up
and he’s been locked in his room since last night when we got in.
I’m awake because there is a huge mob of fans outside screaming so
I can’t sleep. There concert is tonight but I guess that’s not good
enough for them. Do they realize these men are just that? MEN. They
don’t have super powers or godlike abilities. They play music. Good
music. But this whole crazy fan thing is getting on my nerves.

I slide open my red curtain and hop out of my
bunk. To find Stacy sitting awake typing on his computer on the
leather couch.

“Hey you.” He looks up at me with a tired
smile.

“Hey, why are you up?” I ask plopping down
beside him nuzzling my head onto his shoulder.

“I was just going to ask you the same thing.
I got up about an hour ago. Couldn’t sleep my mind is reeling about
a few things and those fucking woman outside are driving me
crazy.”

“Yeah that’s why I woke up too. Guess I
better get used to being up at five A.M.” I pat my flat belly.