Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (24 page)

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Picture Message-

There’s a picture of Johnathan sitting on a
loveseat. His shirt is off. His pants are off. His head is tilted
back and his arm over the back of the loveseat. There’s a woman
sitting next to him topless, the same woman’s tit’s I just saw. Her
head is laying on his shoulder and her hand his cupping his cock
over his boxers. It’s not hard, hard but it might be a semi. I
can’t see it that close.

J-
See your man and I just had so much
fun. Maybe he’ll let me fuck him next
.

J-
Nope guess he decided he wanted to eat
my pussy instead.
– Attached photo.

The photo is of this nasty woman’s pussy and
it’s all wet. The bitch isn’t even shaven properly. GROSS!

J-
Man he eats good pussy. I gave him my
number. It’s in his phone. He wanted you to know that he’s done
with you. Guess he’s moved onto bigger and better things. Sorry.
L

James steals the phone out of my hands and
runs through the photos and texts again. He’s not happy either. And
I’m steaming pissed. Either he did all those things. Or he let a
woman take a photo of him and make me think he did them. Either way
it’s pretty fucked up.

“What do I do?” I ask James. He’s clinching
my phone hard in his hand. His knuckles are turning white. I tilt
up to look at his face and his jaw is locked. I reach over the rub
his knuckles to have him let go of my three hundred dollar phone.
He lets me take it from him, and he sucks in a deep breath and
let’s is out slowly. His body shaking the whole time.

I ask him again “What do I do?”

“Emily do you like putting up with this stuff
…with him? Over and over and over. Isn’t it exhausting?” he asks
his voice is angry and his face suggests he’s more than that.

“Yes, but I can’t let him go. Not now. I love
him a lot.” I pout.

“I know.” He pushes my head to his warm chest
to comfort me. I inhale his soothing scent. “But he doesn’t deserve
you when this happens just about every single time you’re around
him. How is it possible that one person creates this much drama? It
seems unrealistic. Yet, it happens again, over and over.”

“I know right? It’s crazy. One hour he’s
fantastic and the next he’s on drugs, fucking a woman in his hotel
room. Then he’s planning to marry another. Then he’s impregnated
one and came on a woman’s chest and sucked her pussy. It’s
exhausting and that’s not including his mood swings, and nightmares
and overall weirdness because of his past.” I say calmly.

I guess it’s seems more comical if you look
at it from afar. It’s heartbreaking if you let it get to you. But
at the same time how can one person be that stupid? It’s funny. I
start to laugh and laugh and laugh some more. Tears are pouring
down my eyes and dripping onto James’s warm chest and down his
abs.

“Are you alright?” he asks seriously.

I chuckle and wipe my tears. “Yes… It’s just
funny. What kind of idiot puts up with all that for love? Me. I’m
the idiot.” I bust up laughing some more. Man it feels fantastic to
let loose like this. I slow down and take in a deep breath. “Sorry
I needed that.”

He sweetly pats my back. “It’s alright Emily.
I’ve seen you freak out at the rehab center because of him. I think
I like the laughing better.”

I wrap my arms around him the best I can from
the side. He’s so soft and hard the same time. And he’s warm like
his own thermal blanket.

“Do you use blankets when you sleep?” I
ask.

He chuckles. “Now how in the world did you
come up with that question?”

I shrug. “I just notice you’re so warm. I
don’t mean just your personality but your body. Every time I hug
you it’s like I’m hugging a heating pad.”

“Well to answer your question. Yes I do. But
only a sheet. It’s flannel. And I’m so warm because I’m a werewolf
didn’t you know?” he chuckles again and I sniff his warm skin. I
love the smell of cedar.

“Haven’t you ever heard of cotton sheets? And
two thousand thread count? Or silk? And you may look like Taylor
Lautner but you’re not a werewolf. You’re not hairy enough.” I
tease. Holding back a laugh.

“I’m a dude, we only do flannel. I couldn’t
even begin to guess how to pick out normal non-bachelor sheets. And
I look like Taylor Lautner? Are you crazy? I’m bigger than him and
way hotter.” He scoffs a sarcastic laugh, hugging me to him, his
head tilted back resting against the wall above the short
headboard.

“Well if you want better sheets I’ll help
pick them out. And yeah you’re right you are hotter.” I poke his
side and look up to his face to see his reaction to my compliment.
He doesn’t do them well.

He blushes with a shy smile. “I am not.”

“Yes you are but that’s okay. Believe what
want hairless werewolf.”

He squeezes my side with his giant hand and I
squeal a laugh. It tickles like crazy.

“So what do I do about Johnathan?” I press. I
know we kind of got off topic but the whole reason I have this
beefy hunk in my bed is to look at the texts with me.

My phone rings ‘Hush my love now don’t you
cry, everything will be alright, close eyes and drift in dream,
Rest in peaceful sleep.’ It sings.

I changed Johnathan’s ringtone today in the
car because he sang it to our babies. Maybe that’s why I didn’t
hear it when I was sleeping. It’s rather soothing. I should change
it maybe to
I fuckin hate you: By Godsmack.
That’s perfect
song that I love and might end up fitting our life again soon.

James grabs my phone and accepts the call but
turns it on speaker.

“This is the James residence how may I help
you?” I say all smooth and shit.

“Oh shit baby, I’m glad you picked up.”
Johnathan says. “I’ve called James phone trying to get a hold of
you.” He’s breathing heavily into the receiver.

“I know he woke me up. He’s lying in bed with
me right now.” I make it a point to say it to piss him off. I’m
none too happy with him right now.

Johnathan growls loudly into the phone. Yep I
know it would make him mad.

“Am I on fucking speakerphone? It’s echoing.”
He barks

“Why yes you are fine sir. How may I help
thee at four in the morning?” I ask sarcastically, my bitchiness is
flaring up. I gaze up to James’s face and he has a pursed lip smile
adoring his face. Looking like he’s holding back a laugh. Which in
turn makes me hold back one too. He pinches my side and I yelp.

“What the fuck is going on there Emily?” he
demands into the phone with a growl. Now he’s the werewolf. Not
hairy enough to be one either. But he sounds like one a lot of the
time.

“Why nothing dear sir. If thy has naught to
speak of. I shall fair thee gentleman a goodnight.”

Damn I’m pretty good at this Shakespearian
dialog. One up for Em!

“No you shall not fair me goodnight. I’m not
done speaking with you. Now stop being an ass and take me off
speaker.” He is pissed. I am pushing his buttons. GOOD! I’m not a
huge fan of waking up a four with a pussy and tit pictures on my
phone.

“I shall naught take thee jackass off thy
speaker. In the house of Sir Calvin James thy household is privy
to….” Oh, shit I can’t think of a word to say. “Privy to such talk
amongst friend or foe.”

“Fine. If thy man who is in thy bed with my
lady would like to be privy to thy conversation then he better keep
his hands off my lady. Or Sir James might just find himself… hum…
how do you say it? Gutted like a stuck pig.” He snaps.

Holy shit! He just threatened to kill James
if he touched me. Ok, this has gone too far.

I turn my head back up and glance at James
and all he does is roll his eyes. I know Johnathan is strong and
sexy. But in a fight to the death my money is on James. No offense
to Johnathan but James has been trained.

“Hello is my lady still present or has a cock
caught her tongue?” his voice is raining with putrid acid.

Oooo… He’s being a saucy motherfucker
tonight. He does wrong and I’m the one who gets treated like the
whore of Babylon. Fine, he wants a show I’ll give him a damn
show.

“Oh…. Yes…“ I moan and slap my lips together
and lick my lips loudly. I glance at James and he throws his hand
over his mouth to keep from laughing. His eyes crinkle at the sides
from how big he’s smiling. His face crimson.

He growls into the phone. “Stop it now!”
Johnathan barks.

“Of fuck this cock tastes so fucking….
Mmmmmmm” I smack my lips some more. I shove my fingers in my mouth
and make sucking noises and gurgling sounds like it’s a huge cock
and it’s shoved all the way back. I do it all while trying not to
break into a fit of laughter. I sit up so I can make it more
authentic. I bang the headboard. “Oh…” I moan and slap my lips and
lick around my fingers. “Fuck this cock is so good… Damn James
you’re so big… I…. I…. Oh yes….” I huff and moan and act like I’m
sucking his cock more using my own fingers.

“FUCKING STOP IT RIGHT NOW EMILY!” Johnathan
screams into the phone the loudest I’ve ever heard his. He’s
breathing so loud it sounds like static. “RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” he
screams again. His voice echoes in the bedroom.

“Well you said a cock caught my tongue. So I
thought that’s what you wanted only providing the best show for you
my liege.” I say calmly and smoothly.

Fuck I am good! This will make him angrier.
But hey, don’t talk to me like a whore and expect to get a good
response.

“You’re being a bitch.” He snarls.

“Yes, but a faithful bitch. A pregnant
carrying your two babies bitch. A bitch who made love to you three
times yesterday morning bitch. A bitch you dealt with a lot from
you bitch. A I-got-a-pussy-and-titties-on-my-phone bitch. Hum…
Let’s see…. Would you like to add what other kinds of a bitch I am,
my liege?” I rattle off calmly. I’ve got this Zen shit in the bag
tonight. I haven’t yelled or raised my voice. I guess that’s what
happens when you’re beyond tired and reached your bullshit limit of
a lifetime.

“I’m sorry I called you a bitch baby.” He
says steady almost lovingly and his voice isn’t in dickhead
territory it’s in oh-shit-I-really-screwed-up territory.

“Would you like to state your business
please? So I can go back to sleep. I have a date tomorrow night and
I have to put my stuff away during the day.”

“Who are you going on a date with?” he asks
nicely.

“None of your damn business. Now….So tell me
why you are calling because your children need more sleep and so
does their mother who just so happens to be their incubator for the
next twenty-seven weeks or less.” I sass but don’t yell.

“I called to tell you that those photos
weren’t what they looked like.”

“Ok well they looked like you ejaculated on a
woman’s chest. The same woman who stole your phone and took
pictures of her wet pussy. And then one of her sitting next to you
with her hand cupping your dick. I really don’t’ think those are
made up. I mean, it would be hard to fake you in a pictures or
sperm on a chest. The wet pussy not so much. I’m wet like that all
the time without a mouth being on me.” I say it all so
nonchalantly.

Damn I’m awesome! I wish I could keep my cool
this well all the time. Maybe it’s Mr. Smell-so-good next to me?
He’s soothing.

“Deacon titty fucked her and came all over
her chest. Then he stole my phone after I passed out took the
pictures with this chick and set it all up. I swear. I got hammered
tonight and passed out in the hotel room where D and Keith were
banging four chicks. Price was in his own room banging someone. I
think. But anyhow, I drank a bunch of beers and some Jack. I passed
out on the couch that the picture was taken on.” He explains almost
but not quite desperately.

“So you’re telling me that D did all this?
Why? And how were you nearly naked in the pic if you didn’t do
anything?” I question evenly. I am proud of my control tonight.
Usually I fly of the handle and sass the shit out of him. But
tonight after all that’s went down recently. I’m exhausted. It
seems surreal in a since that just yesterday morning everything
seemed like it was on the right track again. Then another
curveball. Go figure.

“We were playing strip shot poker with the
four chicks. I was taking a bunch of shots and a beer to chase
with. So I got a little too hammered and passed out on the couch
afterward. D was already banging his one chick when I passed out. I
couldn’t touch another girl baby. I only love you.” He lightly
slurs. I guess I didn’t notice his drunken impediment. He doesn’t
sound that bad.

“Why did he do it?”

“I dunno. Probably because he’s pissed at me
because I fucked up shit with you. He thinks you’re hot and you
won’t fuck him. So that makes you hotter to him. Shit, baby I don’t
know. That’s just a guess. You should call and ask him. He’ll tell
you. He’s not going to lie about all this. He’s a lot of shit but a
liar isn’t it. At least not to you it seems.” I can sense the
underlying fog of jealousy saturating his words.

“So you think to call me to tell me not to
believe the photos. But then you think I’m going to be okay with
you stripping in a room playing poker while drinking massive
amounts of alcohol with four naked women?”

“Ah shit! I fucked up again. Didn’t I?” he
slurs again.

“How would you feel if Stacy and I were in a
room with four hot men and they were all naked and bi? And one of
them takes a picture touching my female parts?”

He growls into the phone. “I would kill that
asshole.”

“Ok…. See the point? You think it’s all fine
and dandy to not screw other women. But you put yourself in
situations where it could happen. Including the fact that you can
watch your friends fuck and check out naked woman. What if I wanted
to watch a female friend fuck a bunch of men? Or better yet just
watch a bunch of naked men run around in my hotel room, drunk and
horny. Would you like that?”