Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (27 page)

Lori leaves and I remove my hands covering my
private parts.

Claire giggles. “I guess that will be giving
her something to think about for the next few weeks.”

She grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them
further apart.

“Claire we need to go see Lori. No more Anna
for now.” I scold.

“But baby. I just wanna kiss her a few more
times. Then we can get dressed and get on with our evening.” She
pouts in that perfect damn voice.

I exhale giving in. “Fine. Only thirty
seconds.”

“Thank you babe.” She sounds elated and dives
back in. Damn her tongue is hot and needy tonight. She kisses and
sucks and fucks Anna with her tongue. I’m going to come easy
tonight when she decides to stop teasing me.

“Okay Claire Anna needs a break unless you’re
going to make her come.” I scold moving away, she grabs me and
holds me still. As she kisses it one more time and lets me go.

She stands and her lips are swollen and red
from working her favorite part of my body. It feels so needy right
now I wish we had more time. But I can’t make Lori wait all night
so Claire can have her way with me. If that was the case we’d stay
in the locker room all night long.

I throw on my robe and Claire pouts pulling
hers on too.

“Stop that pouting little missy. We’re going
to enjoy this together. You’re the one who planned this date.” I
smack her ass. She yips a little.

“I know but I miss her already.” She
whines.

“Oh stop, this love affair with my ass is
making me jealous.” I tease with a naughty smile.

“Baby I can’t help I love her.” She smiles at
me with a wink.

Damnit Claire you love my asshole! Why? This
is so weird. I love it but it’s weird and kinky as fuck. I wonder
if every woman she’s ever been with she’s been this close with
their asses. I might ask her that tonight. That would be a good
topic to talk about among a lot of others.

We join Lori and she looks a little better
than she did when she walked in on us. We follow her into our first
room. We disrobe next to each other and lay on massage tables. The
table is too hard for me to lie flat on, I don’t want to hurt the
twins so I lay on my side. Claire’s getting a deep tissue massage
and I’m getting the maternity. Both of our masseuses are women. I
wonder if Claire gets turned on when other women touch her during a
massage? Maybe? I don’t but she’s awfully sexual not to.

“So I have something funny to tell you.” She
says her body being kneaded. I wish I was the one kneading it. We
wouldn’t get far. But in the end it would be hot as hell and we’d
be panting and twitching from our toe curling orgasms. Shit! I’m
wet just thinking about that. Stop it, Em.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I’m getting my back
rubbed and wow this woman sure has some good hands. I need to get a
massage more often. Maybe Stacy if we become friends again will do
this for me, or James? But after tonight probably not James I just
went and screwed all that up with my stupid brain. I’m an
idiot.

“At noon today I got the most ridiculous
bouquets of roses delivered to my work.”

“What!?” I ask louder than I should have.

“Yep, from your boyfriend. The card said
thanks for treating my baby like she deserves and freeing her
inhibitions.” She chuckles.

“Johnathan before the fight yesterday told me
he was going to send you roses. I thought it was a joke or I would
have warned you. He likes that we’re together because you open me
up to new things. I think this way he doesn’t push and feel guilty
for doing so. Maybe you two should talk and figure out a schedule
on who pushes me to do what. That way you both get what you want.”
I laugh teasing.

“I already have all that I want. I don’t want
to talk with him about my woman. When I don’t like thinking about
sharing you with him.” She states.

“I thought you liked how we have things?” I
ask confused. This is new, news. If she doesn’t like this anymore
than maybe we should stop. I don’t want her in a position where
she’s uncomfortable, that’s not how she should ever feel.

“Oh babe, I do. But if I could have more I
would. I thought you understood that.” She treads lightly.

“No. I thought you wanted me for sex and that
we we’re friends. I love having you in my life Claire. But if you
want more I can’t stay with you and hurt you like that. That’s not
fair. I can’t be like Johnathan.” I say firmly. God, this night is
not going how I wanted it to go.

“We are friends and I do want you for sex
babe. But if I could have you all to myself coming home to you
every night just so I could cuddle with you on the couch and make
you come screaming my name before bed every night. I would.” She
speaks delicately with meaning. That voice makes everything sound
so beautiful even if it’s hard to hear.

“Are you okay if you never get that? Am I
going to hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you ever, Claire. I am a
bitch and hurt Johnathan a lot because he treats me badly. But you
don’t and I wouldn’t know what I would do if I ever hurt you.”

My heart aches. I don’t want to hurt this
woman. But I can’t be with her forever. Even if I wanted to. It’s
not meant that way. Even if I think I might be loving her more than
just a friend I can’t love her love her. Ah! Shit I don’t know what
I want. This is ridiculous and I keep making my own life more
complicated and I have no one else to blame but myself.

“Emily. Listen to me. Calm down. I told you
from the get go that I would be fine with the sex if that is all I
can ever have. I will take that. I understand. I can’t expect a
straight woman or a woman who was straight to want to marry and be
with a lesbian. I never expected to care for you like I do Emily.
That wasn’t the plan. But life happens. I’m just taking what I can
have from you and enjoying it while it lasts. Nothing is forever.”
She explains as my masseuse rubs my hands.

“Ok but Claire I don’t want to hurt you. And
I didn’t expect to care for you like I do either.”

We finish up our massages and we are taken
into another room to a massage chair with foot tubs. To get
pedicures and manicures. I am so loving this!

“So what kind of roses do you get today?” I
ask looking over at my beautiful girlfriend her body appears to be
relaxed. Those were awesome massages.

“He sent six dozen in two different bouquets
one was pink and orange and the other was a deep purple, almost
black. They were very beautiful.”

“He buys you flowers and he allows a woman to
touch his ding-a-ling as a gift to me. Wow that sounds pretty
uneven don’t cha think?”

She scoffs a laugh. “He did what?”

“He sent you flowers and last night, and I
got woken up by James in his PJ pants, mind you. The first time
I’ve seen my bodyguard that I’ve had for how long? Over two months,
without a shirt. I nearly had a heart attack.”

“James is a good-looking man. Is he that
handsome with his shirt off?” she asks interested. See I love this
girl talk. Even being a lesbian she can do the guy ogling thing.
How great is that?

“Oh god yes.” I choke on my spit. “And get
this, he’s forty three.”

“Are you serious?” she asks surprised.

“As a heart attack. So anyhow, he wakes me
and tells me that Johnathan has been calling both of us all night
and texting. The texts I have are from some woman who stole
Johnathan’s cell and took pics of her tits covered in semen. And a
pic of him with his arm around her in only his boxers. Her top was
off and her hand was cupping his manhood. Plus there were a bunch
of dirty texts talking about her kissing this tattoo he has by his
cock and how he licked her pussy. Yadda-Yadda-Yadda. Anyways, so my
phone rings when James and I are cuddling in bed together going
through my phone. He answers it and puts it on speaker. It’s assbag
of course. He plays the whole stolen thing and blames it all on
Deacon. Says he got drunk last night with the band and four women
playing strip shot poker and passed out half naked. Swears nothing
happened but I’m supposed to believe him and call D to confirm the
theory.”

She eyes me wide. “What did James say?”

“He didn’t say much. Can’t believe I put up
with all this … it’s been one thing after the other. I feel bad he
and Stacy and you are the ones picking up the pieces once Johnathan
shits all over me, breaking my heart again and again. What do you
think?”

“I think if it smells like a rat, and looks
like a rat, it’s probably a rat.” She states forwardly.

“So you think he did do something bad?”

“I think he did something bad no matter what.
Considering he was playing strip poker when his pregnant girlfriend
was at home with her bodyguard who would
never
go over the
line. As he parties with his friends and plays around with a bunch
of whores.” She sounds angry even though her voice is beautiful it
has a darkness to it.

“I slept in bed with James last night. I
think I’m going to kick him out of his bedroom and move in. I love
it. But I didn’t talk to Johnathan at all today and I know he’s
called and texted both of us a bunch. I’m kind of making him
suffer.” I finish.

“So he does all this and I’m the one who gets
the flowers? And you just get a bunch of phone calls? Doesn’t that
seem a little odd to you?” she asks her face is red with anger. Her
teeth are clinched. I shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m sorry I
did now. I am ruining our night.

“I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to bring this
up. I didn’t mean to. I don’t want my babe mad. I want you to be
happy and I want us to have fun together.” I smile reassuringly and
wink at her playfully, praying this wakens up her dark mood.

She reaches over and grabs my hand into hers
holding it tightly.

“Look at me babe.” She says lovingly.

I listen.

“You are going to have to decide when you are
tired of dealing with childish games. I realize you are much
younger than the rest of us. So you are going to make up your mind
sooner or later. I’m past that, as I am sure James is and probably
Stacy because he’s nearly thirty. But you’re only twenty four. I’m
not saying it as a bad thing. But eventually, enough will be enough
and you will realize what is important.” She says honestly with
sweetness to her voice and an underlying film of tense
frustration.

“Like the babies.” I look down and rub my
tummy. “And you who treats me so well and James and my mom and my
dad. I know all that. But it’s hard letting Johnathan go when I
think I can help him. He says he loves me, and sometimes things are
so great and I love him so much. Then I want to kill him and never
speak to him again. He does so much childish stuff. I’m not saying
I’m innocent because I’m not. But I don’t play strip poker with a
bunch of naked women when I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend.
That’s stupid.”

“You also have Stacy.”

“Yeah, I need to fix that too.”

We finish up our Johnathan conversation as
our toes get painted, mine a bright red and our nails which I go
for clear and we even get a paraffin treatment and a mud mask. It’s
like a total luxury day at the spa with my best lady. My only
lady.

We finished up our treatments and now
beautiful Claire and I are enjoying the spas extra amenities. They
have a small indoor pool, a hot tub, sauna, gym, heated waterfall
pool. Which is like a regular pool just warmer but not as hot as a
hot tub, which I can’t be in and it has a giant waterfall you can
stand in, lay in or sit behind in an alcove on this bench seat with
butt groves and it mists water over you. It’s serene. That’s where
we are, under the waterfall in the alcove. There’s light Kenny G
playing on the speakers in the room and the lights are dimmed. It’s
completely relaxing and enjoyable.

“Thank you for this.” I say as I sink back in
the chair a little. They are stationary but they’re
comfortable.

She grabs my hand and holds it, linking her
finger between mine. “Sweetie I would do this for you every day if
you wanted.”

God this woman is so wonderful. Not once has
she hurt me or caused me any pain, just intense amounts of pleasure
and sexual gratification. Plus there have been some emotional too.
There has to be something about dating someone older because she
has her shit together. She knows what she wants and she’s not
wishy-washy. Like me. I’m always all over the place. Sexually I
know what I like and what I want especially with her, but the rest
I don’t. I can’t decide and tonight I’m not going to. I am going to
hold my woman’s hand and I’m going to relax at the spa with the
most perfect girlfriend in the entire world.

“You’re perfect Claire I hope you know that.”
I voice with full admiration. She needs to know it’s true, because
it is.

She squeezes my hand and adds. “No, I’m not
but we go pretty well together.”

“I’m screwed up emotionally Claire. So that’s
not true but you’re the part of us that makes us better. You’re so
confident and put together and caring and sweet and great in bed.”
I express meaningfully. My head tiled back, my eyes closed,
enjoying this relaxing moment together.

“Emily I’m also dominate, pushy, forward, and
bossy. I have a strange fetish. Trust me when you meet a woman and
you talk about sex and you bring up the fact that you love to give
anal they freak a lot of the time. You didn’t. You let me be bossy,
dominate you and fuck your ass all I want.”

“Most women won’t let you do that?” I’m
confused. I know some people don’t’ like the same sexually but how
could you not like how Claire works her mojo? It’s hot as hell.
Fuck I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Or wetter I should
say.

“I’ve dated a few who enjoyed it. I liked
doing it to them but it wasn’t spectacular. Then I meet you and
it’s amazing. Not just because you like that I do it to you but the
fact that I like your body and everything about you so much.”