Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (18 page)

I pat his chest. “D, don’t kid yourself
you’re never a gentleman.”

He frowns. It’s a fake one but it’s super
cute. “I’m more gentlemen with you than anyone else. Only because I
respect you and there are three men who’d have my head on a stake
by the end of the day if I didn’t.”

“You think pretending to jack off and acting
like you’re licking my pussy is gentlemanlike?” I cover my mouth
and bark a sarcastic laugh, throwing my head back for show.

He stares at me. “Yes. That’s very
gentlemanlike of me. I would just do those things to you not just
joke about them if you weren’t who you are. If there was no James,
Johnathan or Stacy to keep me from you I would have left the stage
tonight, and I would have snatched you up carried you into the
nearest room and fucked your brains out until you came so much you
couldn’t walk.” He says with complete seriousness.

“You would not.” I smack his hard chest.

“I so would. I would fuck you every day all
the time. Pregnant or not pregnant. In the ass, in the mouth, in
the pussy. I’d tongue your clit until you begged me to stop and
it’d finger you until you couldn’t take it anymore.” He says
straight faced, he’s not trying to egg me on. ` Although it’s hot
to hear him talk like that. Not because I like him but my core is a
greedy bitch who likes to be toyed with. I can’t control her likes
even if I wanted to. She whines and whimpers to be fucked more than
I want to be fucked. And I usually give her what she wants because
if not the bitch torments me the whole day until I feed her, over
and over again. It’s not me with the need, it’s my hungry cunt
between my legs who needs fed all the damn time. And in turn if she
gets what she wants I can move on with my life. If I don’t she
brings me to my knees in pain and lust and I can’t do anything else
but think about wanting to be sated. It has to be similar to a
man’s high sex drive. And it sucks, bad.

“Ok D I get it. You’re a horny bastard who
loves to fuck women all the time. I’ve known that a while now. If
you flirting with me perversely is your way of being a gentleman
I’ll take it. I couldn’t be another rockers sex throw away.
Sorry.”

“I wouldn’t discard you like Johnathan has
Emily. You’re too hot for that. I meant what I said on the plane
about him being a dumbass. He seriously is. And you’re bi too so
that just makes me like you more.”

“I’m not bi. I only like one woman. That
hardly makes me bi. I wouldn’t touch another woman. Only Claire.
She’s the one I want to have hot kinky sex with. No other pussies.
The thought of touching a different woman’s is kind of gross to
me.”

“Sorry to break this to ya darling. But if
you fuck any woman and like it and keep doing it, that makes you
bi.”

I shrug. “Ok, I’m bi then. I don’t see it
that way. But if that’s the rule. Then I’ll take it as long as I
get to keep seeing Claire.”

“You like her don’t you?” he asks softly.

“Yes a lot. I love Johnathan but I like
Claire and I know she’d never hurt me. So I think that makes me
like her more and she’s hot and kinky and treats me like a
princess.”

“That’s what you deserve. Not a man who says
he loves you but goes and sets up a life with Ashley behind your
back. I love J, he’s my dude. But I can’t pretend to be all ok with
this shit. Telling a woman you love her and want to be with her.
Then hiring a moving crew to send your ex’s stuff to your house so
she can move in. That’s some shady shit right there.”

“He did that?” I ask.

“Hey D we’re ready man.” Keith yells.

“Hey Emily, stay please. And maybe you
shouldn’t quit. We could keep you around. You’ve done a lot for us
so far. With the San Diego thing that’s so awesome. Nobody could
have done that but you. But hey I gotta hit it.” He says and kisses
my cheek and runs to the stage and drops into the seat behind his
drums.

“Hey” Stacy says walking over to me. “I’m so
sorry Em.” He pats my shoulder.

Jesus he looks like shit, his face is all
red, he’s got sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks and a
scratch on his arm.

“You didn’t do it. Johnathan did by allowing
her to come and to move back in with him. What did he expect he
could put a ring on her finger and she’d not want to come and be at
his concerts? That sounds a little stupid doesn’t it? What fiancé
wouldn’t stand by her man?”

Surprisingly I’m not mad about it at all.
Maybe I was too engrossed talking with D that I ignored the yelling
on the stage and the booing crowd. D was a good distraction plus I
got to get his side of things, sort of. He’s not as bad as I
thought and he came to protect me which is saying a lot. When he
could have jumped into the thick of things. But since he’s known
I’m pregnant he’s kind of been more protective of me in a way.
Still a perv, but now I know he’s never going to try and have sex
with me. Which I guess is a good thing considering I wouldn’t want
that. But it’s nice because I don’t have to worry about him forcing
it. He’s got my back. Which still shocks the hell out of me. But
I’ll take what I can get.

“I know it’s his fault but she wasn’t
supposed to show up at all. He asked her not to come until LA.”

“I thought he said Bakersfield?”

“Originally yes, but after yesterday he
wanted to square it all away when she came to LA. Apparently though
she was already here last night and was going to surprise him.”

“So he wanted her to wait so she could move
in with him and they could get married? And she’d never have to
meet me or know I’m having his kids? That I never existed in her
eyes? Oh that makes it so much better Stacy. How can he go from
being all happy that I want him and having his babies to this? He
needs serious help. I thought rehab could do it. But this is beyond
that. WAY beyond.” I cock an attitude, hand on hip, rolling my
eyes. The whole shebang.

“I don’t know what he had planned and I
didn’t know about her and him talking again. I didn’t tell you
about her because I didn’t think it relevant. They broke up a month
before you came here and they were no longer talking. I thought
about telling you about the other manger but I didn’t. We had no
idea if she was going to come back.”

“Ok… but what about the ‘I’ve seen him like
this with women before. He dates them a few weeks and sends them on
their way?’” I spit his words right back at him. The same words
he’s used to explaine to me a few times before. “They dated for
eight months Stace. That’s not a few weeks.” I want to smack him
right now. Of all the people to lie and not tell me the truth. He’s
the one it hurts from the most. I’ve known him the longest.

“What they had wasn’t normal. He would do the
lovey thing with her a while. Then they’d break up. Then they’d
fuck a while. Get back together. Then do it all over again. It was
a constant back and forth. She loved him but then he’d tell her he
didn’t want to be with her in a commitment. She’d get mad and leave
thinking he’d chase her. But he didn’t. Then she’d come back he’d
take her back and they’d do it all over again. Then finally she
said enough was enough. She wanted to get married and start a
family. She’s twenty six and he said no. Then her mom died. He’s
been sending her money to keep her afloat and boarding their dog
Molly that she picked out. He doesn’t even want the damn dog.
That’s why you’ve never heard him talk about her. That’s why I
never said anything. It’s wasn’t serious for him. For her it was.
He drove her nuts all the time. And she’s Price’s sister. That’s
probably why he doesn’t talk to you.” He explains.

Just because it wasn’t serious for him
doesn’t mean I didn’t need to know about it. Men don’t understand
that apparently. Women are detailed creatures and we want to know
it all. The ins and outs and in-betweens. Apparently you need to
beat it into their brains for them to comprehend it. I realize
Stacy is a male and more gay than straight. But he is still just a
male. Who doesn’t get women, even if he is partially one some of
the time. I love him a lot. And he’s the best guy ever. But Jesus
how hard it is to be honest? I didn’t know he was bi or gay or
whatever. I never knew about Kyle or drug rehab. It’s like I never
knew him at all. Then he hides the Johnathan and Ashley thing. I’m
confused. My life comes at bits and pieces and never full honesty.
I think the only one who hasn’t lied to me is Deacon. Only because
he’s too straightforward to care. Well him and Claire. But she has
no reason to lie either. She’s almost as forward as Deacon. They’d
make good friends come to think of it, except he’d probably annoy
the shit out of her because of his mouth and sexual innuendos.

“You can justify it all you want Stace.
Whatever gets you through the night. Just like Johnathan, he
justifies choosing her because he didn’t know how I feel, so he got
a backup. You didn’t tell me about being with Kyle, or rehab or
Ashley. I’m sure you have reasons for all that too. I don’t lie to
you Stacy. I’m honest with everything. The only thing I’ve held
back was my womanly issue and my pregnancy with the twins to
Johnathan. The rest is true. I’ve held your hand and helped you
with work. I’ve tried to be a good friend. I’ve tried to be there
for him to the point I think I might go insane. I’ve had enough.
And when I mean enough. I don’t mean I’ll be fine tomorrow. I mean
enough-enough. I can’t take the lies anymore. Or the stress it’s
not good for me or for the babies.” I rub my tummy. “It’s over. All
of it. You and me, and me and Johnathan. The band. All of it.” I
state calmly, the band playing loud behind me.

I’m fed up. Not sure when I decided it all
but it clicked and I’m going to go with it. I love Stacy but I
can’t do this shit anymore. I shouldn’t have started to work for
Stricken in the first place. Stacy will just have to deal with it
on his own.

“You can’t stop being my friend.” He blurts
his tone fluffed with melancholy.

“I will love you forever. But yes I can.”

“Where are you going to live?” his expression
lost and alone. Join the club.

“Wherever I want. I’ll be out by the
beginning of next week.” I reveal and I turn around and walk away
and he lets me go. I don’t even look at the stage; it’s too painful
of a good-bye to make.

I walk down the metal stairs and James is
waiting for me at the bottom.

“Hey James. Can you take me back to the
hotel? Or have they pulled your duty already?”

“Ms. Emily Bronwyn even if you quit, I’m
still your bodyguard. Johnathan made that clear yesterday evening
when I spoke with him. You’re still my job.” He smiles
reassuringly.

He walks and I follow him. “Why? Aren’t you
going to be Ashley’s now?”

Looking straight ahead still walking he says
“Ma’am if Johnathan wanted her to have a bodyguard he would. And if
he told me to do it, I’d quit. You’re my family I’m not trading
teams for no amount of money.”

I catch up and wrap my arms around him from
behind, hugging him tightly. My breasts pressed against his
back.

“Thank you James. You’re all I’ve got left
now. Except Claire. And you’ll probably be guarding me outside of a
cardboard box on Venice beach. I’m moving out of Stacy’s first
thing Monday.”

He turns around when I let him go. “You move
out of Stacy’s fine. But you’re not living in a cardboard box. If
you have no other place to go, move in with me. I live alone.
Except for Fred my clown fish and his little buddies. And I have a
spare room that I already have a bed in and a treadmill. Plus it’ll
be easier than driving to protect you if we just live under the
same roof. Plus I have a car and can drive you to and from your
doctor’s appointments and if you go on bed rest I can help with
that too. Not to forget you already know all my deepest secrets.”
He winks and I hug him again. Damn he smells good. Like cedar and
mints. Yum!

“I don’t mind that you drink out of milk jugs
or eat the peanut butter out of the jar. As long as you save some
for me.” I tease, kissing his black t-shirt covered chest. I love
my big teddy tear.

He kisses my head. “I’ll even feed it to you
with my fingers if you want.” He laughs.

“Gross James. I’ll feed myself thank you.” I
pinch his side playfully, getting a little bit of fat.

We go outside and I feel a little better
about it all. I pull out my cell and text Claire on the way back to
the hotel with my new roomy.

Me
- Luv that pussy pic. Totally making me
wet over here thinkin bout u. Change of plans. Comin home 2morrow
& then movin in w/ James. Done w/Johnathan & Stacy. Looks
like I got u & James now. If u’ll still have me after all this
drama. Hope ur havin a sextacular week. Xoxoxo.

Her-
That pussy is all yours lover. I hope
you dream all about it. I know I’ll be dreaming about yours and
that hot ass. Teasing me with that sexy pic you naughty minx I’m
going to have to punish you when I see you next. Of course you
still got me. I’m the fish and I’m not going anywhere until you
throw me back, babe. If you don’t want to live with another man
you’re welcome to stay at my beach house. I don’t live there all
the time. But I’d love knowing I have a pussy to come home to fuck
and lick all day long.

Hot damn her texts are dripping of sex. I am
seriously getting wet over here. I’ve never sexted before, but wow.
I love this. It’s taking my mind off the Johnathan bullshit. She’s
so good at that. And other naughty things.

Me-
I’d luv to suck ur pussy. It’s so hot
& soft & I luv fuckin it w/my fingers. I’m gonna move in
w/James bc I don’t want u 2 feel obligated to cum home 2 me. Even
tho I’d luv u 2 fuck & lick me all day
.

Her-
Oh babe. I’m wet thinking about you.
You can suck my pussy anytime you want. It’s all yours. Can I see
you this weekend after you get back? My finger is missing
your ass. It wants to fuck you so hard and make you come. I
think it might cry if it doesn’t get to fuck your tight hole,
babe.