Stricken Rock Series: Complete Box Set

by S. K. Logsdon

  I slide out of bed and my pussy is gooey with come. Time to pee and take a shower. I get into the bathroom and yep it’s the same as before. Nothing different. I turn on the shower and go pee then slide under the hot water. Oh it feels so good on my skin. Rejuvenating. Maybe it will wash all the pain away that I’m now suddenly feeling. This pain in my chest I pray stops aching soon. I can’t take it. I wish they had a pill for this but I know what it is. This is what heartbreak actually feels like. Go figure I’d know what self-loathing and heartbreak feels in less than a week. Two and a half more weeks with him and then I will finally catch a break. I need that break now. But it’ll have to wait. I have no choice.

  I dry off and get dressed in another one of the approved outfits. Jean shorts, baby blue printed T that says ‘It’s only rock and roll but I like it.’ in black. I still wear heels. It’s just my fashion style. I love them and I put on a pair of black shiny ones that I’ve owned for four years, maybe longer. They are uber-comfortable and only three inches, so I won’t kill myself in them. I started wearing heels not because I really wanted to but with being only five foot two in a family of giants, I did it to fit in. The three or four inches might not seem like much but from my short stature it’s a big difference. You don’t realize that height matters until you’re the only one in the crowd of ten, six foot plus men and women and they don’t talk to you because you’re short and they don’t see you. That’s happens to me a lot. Stacy, god love him, has never done that to me. He’s always told me to embrace our eleven inch height difference. I try so hard. I don’t actually hate my shortness or anything about the way I look for that matter. But in the professional world you don’t stand out as much. My red hair helps some to bring the attention down to my level but sitting in a boardroom meeting when my feet can’t even touch the floor, it’s rather embarrassing and I feel under qualified because of my childlike stature.

  I snatch my phone out of my only purse. It’s black and silver. I love this thing. It’s definitely seen better days. I’ve used it every day for the past three years. It fits me and it fits my stuff or lack of stuff I should say. I don’t carry much in the way of purses. Women tend to shuck and stock load a bunch of garbage in their purses. I don’t. I do the essentials that’s it. Lip gloss, wallet, my Nook, hand sanitizer, Kleenex, mints, my cell and a pen. I don’t carry female hygiene products because my female organs rarely make me bleed. It’s like once a year. I know a lot of women would be jumping up and down to be that way, but honestly I’d rather bleed and know that I have a higher chance of being a mom than the five percent the doctors gave me. My gyno Dr. Shells told me if my problem keeps progressing as rapidly as it is, I am going to have to have my uterus and possibly my ovaries removed in the next two to three years. And the only person I’ve told this to was my mom. I know Stacy would never understand and my mom’s a nurse so I confided in her. I’m not saying it didn’t shatter her to hear her only child can’t have children but I always figured since I’ve been sixteen that I’d adopt. That’s when I found out about my condition and it gets worse and the pain at times is debilitating. I have a script to help with the pain but sometimes they don’t even work. I’ve also looked into adoption options. I figure if I don’t marry and adopt with my husband by the age or thirty, I will just do it on my own. Some countries allow single parent adoption and I have a huge binder back in New York with all the specifics.

  Finding Stacy’s number on my phone, I ring him and he picks up on the fourth ring.

  “Hey Em, you finally decide to crawl out of bed this morning?” He laughs into the phone. I have to pull it away. He’s too loud.

  “Yeah didn’t get to bed until late.” This would be the time I’d chime in and say I had sex last night, but I can’t. This secret is just going to have to be held between locked lips.

  I throw myself fully clothed onto the bed.

  “So what’s your plans today? We’re heading out tonight,” he says and I can hear loudness in the background, like a hair dryer or something.

  “What are you doing? And I thought we weren’t leaving until tomorrow.”

  “Oh… I’m doing nothing. I’m in my room. And no, I decided to leave today. I ran it by the guys and they’re cool with it. So we are pulling out at eight after we all hit dinner together.”

  Yep, he’s in his room alright and he’s not alone. So much for pining away for me. Oh shit! Shut up, you hussy. You had a big cock in you last night. I can’t be getting all overprotective and pissy. I have zero right.

  “Do you have a lady friend?” I muse and smile, fingering my wavy hair like a damn teenager talking to her girlfriend lying on her bed all giddy and childlike. I’m pathetic.

  “Um… it’s not what you think Em. Please… don’t.”

  I cut him off. “Stace it’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m glad you got jiggy with it last night. You needed the release.”

  He exhales loudly into the phone. I can tell I just took a weight off his shoulders.

  “It’s not 1997 anymore Em and you’re not Will Smith. So for your sake and mine don’t ever call it that again.” He chuckles. “But yes I did, twice, actually. Guess it’s been pent up for a while.”

  Yeah well I’m not telling you I did it twelve times last night after you left and it was with Johnathan and he got off four times. Now that would be way too much sharing.

  “Whoa! TMI, I just asked about the sex, I don’t need the specifics. Except is she a blonde too?” I snicker into the receiver.

  “Well, to be honest. Nope.” He sounds okay. He sounds like he likes that it wasn’t a blonde. Good for him! It’s about damn time for him to change it up.

  “I’m happy for you Stacy. I want you happy; that’s all I ever want.”

  “Thanks sweetie. I will catch you later. Think we might hit it a few more times. He’s so… She’s so sexy. I’ll text ya the details where to meet for dinner. Love ya.”

  “Love you too Stace and you have fun.”

  Oh my god! I think my best friend just told me he does dudes too. I knew it! I knew he didn’t just fuck women. I don’t think he’s gay. He can’t be. But he’s too emotional to be completely straight. I’ve always had my suspicions but I’ve never asked. I guess I never cared either way. I’ve heard him mention tight and hard bodies before when he describes a date to me but never a thing about that body having a cock between its legs and not a pussy. But to think of it, most women are soft and smooth not hard and tight. I wonder is he a pitcher or a catcher? I am so going to have to ask him that. It doesn’t matter but I can see Stacy as a catcher, big time. He’s got that sexiness to him like a woman. His eyes seriously look like a woman’s. I’ve always been jealous of them. A bisexual best friend. How strange. But at the same time I dig it. Maybe now I can talk to him about men too. Or not. Shit, I dunno.

  Chapter Eleven

  I’ve spent the entire day lounging in my hotel room. Well, not my entire day because I did sleep until midafternoon. Stacy texted me the restaurants location around six and we’re to meet up around eight. I’ve got James to drive me or that’s what Stacy said. Not sure why he’s not driving the guys but he’s not. I haven’t heard a peep out of Johnathan all day. No texts, no knocks at my door. Nothing but silence. I can’t say it doesn’t hurt, because it does. Bad. But at the same time I knew this was happened. I shouldn’t have kidded myself thinking otherwise. That was foolish on my part.

  A knock sounds at my door and my stomach jumps into my throat. Maybe it’s him!

  I turn the nob and pull it open. James, in his big buff Taylor Lautner-ish glory is standing on the other side of the door, all decked out in black and a gun holstered across his chest. Totally hot. Not my type because he doesn’t talk much but he would seriously make a woman happy.

  “Hey James,” I smile.

  “Miss. Bronwyn,” he nods. “I am here to escort you to dinner tonight.” He holds out his arm. I dash back into the room snatch up my purse and then tuck my arm into his.

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��Should I get my bags?” I ask, shutting the door to my suite.

  “No, that has already been arranged to be picked up and taken back onto the bus.”

  I ride down the elevator with my escort. The elevator has three people in it when we step in and two of them are very attractive women who can’t stop staring at him. He’s cute, I can’t blame them. So I unlatch my arm out of his and reach around to goose his ass. I am so going to put a show on for these two women. Making them jealous is on my list of things to do tonight. We ride down and he doesn’t say a word and just lets me rub my arm along his and pinch his butt a few more times. The women are staring hard and I want to laugh but then I’ll give my intentions away. They nearly sprint out of the car and the man just looks back eyes me rather seductively and makes his way to wherever.

  I tuck my arm back into James’s and we head out toward the Mercedes that I see is parked right outside.

  “Sorry,” I mutter.

  “Whatever for, Miss Bronwyn?” he cracks a tiny smile out of the corner of his mouth.

  “The women in the elevator were ogling you I just thought it only appropriate to put a little show on for them. To make them jealous. I know that wasn’t nice of me. But I’ve had a few rough days.”

  He opens the back passenger door for me.

  “You’re welcome to touch me however you please, Miss,” he nods.

  “James don’t be like that.” I touch his arm that’s rested on the door frame. “If you don’t want to me to do that you can tell me no. I promise I won’t tattle.”

  I slide in the back.

  “Miss Bronwyn, if I had a problem, trust me, I’d let you know.” He winks and shuts the door.

  We drive five blocks or it seems about that far and we pull out front of a brick front pizzeria with the name Angelos on the front in big red letters. The paps are stationed outside only a handful of them and maybe ten fans. I am sure more are about to show up but that’s the name of the game. James lets me out and escorts me to the door. As we nearly find the door a pap throws a voice recorder in front of my face.

  “Miss Bronwyn, Miss Bronwyn. Sources say you and Johnathan Striker are a couple now. Do you have a comment?” the neatly dressed pap asks.

  James leans down and whispers in my ear. “You don’t have to say a thing if you don’t want to.”

  I nod understanding that I don’t have to. But I want to make this clear.

  “What’s your name?” I ask the lady.

  “Rachel. Miss. Bronwyn.” She smiles. Yeah, she knows it’s coming. An exclusive with the same woman who socked Johnathan the lead singer of Stricken in the nose. She’s going to make so much money over this. Well good for her. Right place, right time, I guess.

  “Well Rachel, Mr. Striker and I are not in a relationship at this time. Nor have we been before. I am the bands Co-Manager for this tour. That is all.”

  “Do you want to date him? Or does he you?” she presses on.

  “I cannot comment for Mr. Striker, you know that, Rachel. But for myself I do not know what I want at this time.” I turn and leave and head into the pizzeria, my arm tucked into James’s.

  I hear “Thank you! Thank you!” being shouted from Rachel who’s still crowded outside the door.

  “Please tell me you did not just give a pap a real quote!” Johnathan snaps as soon as I walk through the door. He’s apparently been standing here waiting for me. Sexier than the night before in a white button down dress shirt slouched up to his elbows, a pair of dark denim ripped jeans, a fancy watch and dark brown flip-flops with a matching belt. Sex on a stick in living and breathing pissed off-color. The other men are stuffed into a giant booth in the back paying no mind to us with a few women tucked under their arms. Stacy has one too. But I am sure it’s a new one because I am positive the one from this morning was a dude and not a chick. Has to keep up appearances I suppose.

  “Yep I did.” Johnathan observes my arm tucked into James and points a blank stare at his bodyguard. James slips away without a sound and I’m stuck dealing with macho man with an attitude problem.

  “Why? Why would you do that?” he shakes his head, looking confused. That makes two of us. I am confused as to why he would even care. He’s the one that left me this morning after we made love all damn night long. Not that I am bitter or anything. I mean, I knew it was coming. But shit, it doesn’t hurt any less and standing in front of him looking this hot is like rubbing salt in my wounds.

  “They asked me if I was your girlfriend and I told them no. I didn’t think that was a problem.” I shrug and tilt my head to the side to peer around him at the guys engrossed in conversation in the empty pizzeria.

  Then I glance up at him and he looks seriously pained.

  “Did this morning mean nothing to you?” he asks quietly. His voice is dull and full of melancholy.

  “Yes... Of course it did. A lot actually. But I know what is was for you and I’ve already made my peace with that so let’s just pretend this never happened and get on with dinner shall we?” I whisper harshly, staring at his chest, avoiding his gaze. I can sense it boring into me.

  “Okay, we will eat, but this conversation is not over.”

  “Never is,” I say to have the last word and scoot around the side of him and sit next to Stacy who instinctively throws his arm over my shoulder. Johnathan takes his seat at the end of the table on a chair he slides up.

  “Hey, yo, Jay man why’d you ditch us last night? Missed ya bud. We got hooked up with these hotties and a few others had us a big fucking orgy and Keith’s room.” He eyes all the women at the table except me. Yeah I know I wasn’t there, jackass, I was fucking your buddy in my hotel room.

  “Yeah. But D, we talked about this last night though. We didn’t want Jay there. Sorry Jay… But you know how it is. We have a fuck fest and your cock gets most of the attention. I kind of liked not feeling like I have a serious deficit hanging between my legs for once,” Price says and punches Johnathan in the shoulder.

  Must be some kind of dude code for dude your cock is huge and women like it more than my average one. Or that’s how I read it anyhow. Johnathan seems to understand and clasps his hand on his band mates’ shoulder.

  “It’s cool Bro. I was tired so I hit the head early last night.” He says. Man, he is so lying and it wasn’t even a good lie. Stacy peers over at me and I stare straight ahead at the wall behind Price’s head. If I look at him I am afraid he’ll just know. He can seriously read me like a damn book sometimes.

  “I call bullshit Bro,” Keith chimes in with a wicked smile.

  “Yeah me too. Total bullshit. We stopped by your suite at like three this morning and nobody answered the door and I called your cell a bunch. So either you were fucking some chick in your room or in theirs. But there was definitely some fucking going on. You don’t go days without it and it’s been four or so for you so I know last night was so your night,” D adds.

  Please don’t see the guilt on my face, please don’t let this give me away. I gaze over at Stacy and he’s staring straight at me. His hand tightens on my shoulder. Oh, fuck he knows! He’s putting it together. But if he asks I am still going to deny it. I’m not fessing up. Water board my ass and I’m still not letting this out.

  “You guys are serious dumb asses, you know that? I go to sleep early knocked the fuck out with my ringer off and you think I automatically have to be between a woman’s legs?” Johnathan scoffs, his tone ruthless.

  “Yep,” Keith comments.

  “Dude, we know you. We’ve known your ass for years. You don’t go four days without a fuck. A tight hot pussy is what gets you off man. Three, four times a week usually on the road. Shit I’ve seen you binge like twice a day every day for a few weeks straight. Three at a time in the back of the bus. I know you weren’t in there playing checkers,” D adds again with a very dirty laugh.

  Cue the salt. This is so painful my chest is killing me. I rub my heart and I can see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I feel li
ke death warmed over and I am sure I don’t look any better. All the color has drained from me and I suddenly feel ill. Very ill. This is so not the conversation I need to be listening to right now. I need to leave and go back to the bus and cry in the shower and take a Tylenol PM and knock the fuck out for a few weeks. I am so stupid to think he’d meant everything last night. Even more dumb, thinking if we got together I could satisfy him. Three at a time. Yeah I can’t do that. I don’t share and I don’t have a tenth of a percent of experience that those women probably had. I’ve never even rode a man or done doggy style, which I hear is amazing. I’ve never touched a cock, let alone had my mouth on one. This man is way out of my league on a hundred different fronts. My hands are starting to sweat, I rub them on my shorts. If I don’t stop my freak out now, I’m going to hyperventilate.

  “Listen guys I don’t think I’m that bad. I know I’ve had my moments but last night I seriously just went to sleep. I’m glad you dudes got some hot tail. I needed the rest. I’ve been out of it lately.” He voice is low and calmer. I can see his eyes on me. I know he can see the pain on my face I can’t hide it even if I wanted to.

  “Dude you are that bad. But that’s cool. We dig it. We’re all basically the same. Bred from the same cloth the five of us. I bet you are tired… oh shit I totally forgot about last week you had those five hot women fuck you senseless. If I remember correctly you couldn’t walk the next day. I think Stacy had to carry you into the shower,” D adds. I fucking hate this man.

  I’m going to be sick. I need to go I have to go. I take a bite of the cardboard pizza on my plate and stand and leave. I have to find James to take me back to the bus. I can’t sit and hear about this another minute. I run, my heels clicking the whole way into the room next door searching desperately for James.

  “What are you doing?” Stacy inquires, following me. I bend over and put my hands on my thighs and breathe in and out slowly. Oh shit, I am hyperventilating. My head feels dizzy and I think I might faint or throw up or both. This is so wrong! I hate Johnathan! I should have never fucked his magic cock. So much for making love. It might have been that way for me but it wasn’t for him. God I am so damn stupid!