Stricken Rock Series: Complete Box Set

by S. K. Logsdon

  “Okay.” I swallow hard and run my terrified fingers through my hair.

  “Well I know we are close to the airport but I told him I’d go in and sit with him. Can you please come get us at the last minute to load us up?”

  “Yeah that’s fine,” he says, dumping a bunch of his clothes into his suitcase.

  I turn and go back. Johnathan is still shivering in the fetal position. He smiles when I enter. I go around the opposite side of the bed and climb in behind him. I lay on my side and wrap my arm around him, my breasts pressing into his thick muscled back. I tuck my legs around him like we’re spooning and push my cheek to his shoulder blades.

  “I wish you didn’t have to see me like this,” he mumbles. His body is soaking wet.

  “It’s okay,” I soothe and tuck my arm around his torso tighter pressing my body firmer to his.

  “No, it’s really not. You’re not supposed to be like this in front of your soul mate. I should be taking care of you not the other way around. And I am hating myself for this.” He groans and his body quakes hard.

  I can’t say that I think he’s full of shit like I normally would. He doesn’t deserve that right now. I so just hold onto him. Giving him the love he needs even if holding him like this makes my heart ache. Damn even when he’s sweating he smells so good and his skin is so warm in my arms. I love being close to this man. So very much.

  I feel the bus stop and hear a bunch of loud noises from underneath it. They must be unloading the gear to put in the plane.

  “They must be getting ready. It’s about time to go,” I whisper, sadness cloaking my tone. It’s too soon. I don’t want to let him go. He needs me. Okay maybe I need him. But either way we are in need of each other right now.

  “There’s a bedroom on the plane. Will you hold me there?” he asks like a small child. He’s so fragile like this. His vulnerability is out again. I love the softness but I hate why he’s acting this way. He’s going through all this. And I can’t help but feel like it’s all because of me. If I didn’t do this or that, if I didn’t sleep with him or fall in love with him or treat him like a bitch, he wouldn’t be this way. But I know that can’t all be true. Even though it feels like it. Deep deep down I feel like a bag of dog shit.

  I nod against his back, rubbing my fingers against his shirt covered abs.

  A knock comes at the door and it opens.

  “Hey guys.” Stacy peeks his head in.

  “Hey.” I lean up to see him better.

  “We’re ready for you. We’ve got the bedroom all set up. All the luggage is on board. All we need is you two.”

  I give Stacy a sad smile. “Okay let me get him up and we’ll be there in a minute.”

  He shuts the door and leaves us. And I let go of Johnathan and he sits up. We take our time. He’s wobbly on his feet once he stands. I offer my help but he brushes me off. I think I might have bruised his ego a bit. It take a few minutes but we are out the door, down the steps and into the hot August air. Shit! I forgot to take my vitamin this morning. Oh, well I can’t be worrying about that right now. I’ll survive one day without it.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  We get into the plane, D, Price, Keith, Stacy and even James my own personal bodyguard are on board and so is some other guy dressed like James whom I haven’t met yet. I shuffle my feet behind Johnathan, walking him to the back of the plane and into the bedroom. He opens the door wide and it’s a nice room. Full sized bed, creamy linens, tan carpet, a small closet. Rather comfy looking.

  “You lie down and I’ll be right back,” I order and he listens.

  “Don’t be gone long please,” he pleads, desperation saturating each word. My heart drops. This is terrible, so terrible. I can’t believe he has been doing this to himself.

  “I won’t,” I reassure him with a sweet loving smile.

  I leave and the plane is just starting to gather speed. I latch onto the wall for stability.

  “Sit your ass down,” Deacon scolds.

  Keith reaches out his hand and grabs hold of my arm. He’s the closest to me and he yanks me into his lap with a quick tug.

  “You’re a crazy woman. Now sit here until we are safely in the air,” he says, my butt in his lap. Johnathan would have a fucking cow if he saw us right now. Keith wraps his arms around my waist protectively; like I might fly away or something.

  “Stacy, I need to get Johnathan something to eat and drink once we’re safely in the air,” I speak, ignoring the fact that I have a sexy blonde rockers arms secured around my waist and his dick his pressed against my butt. And I think it’s growing. Oh fuck! Yep. Next stop: Bonerville. Shit!

  He wiggles in his seat beneath me. I think he might be trying to get comfortable. As long as he doesn’t try anything, we will be fine. I can deal or at least I think I can, with a man’s cock being pressed hard against my ass cheeks in just a pair of thick black jogging pants. I’m so wishing he had jeans on. If he did I wouldn’t been feeling the full-length of his arousal right about now. Damn! I have a junky needing me in the bedroom and a guitarist who’s two seconds away from dry humping my ass. Could my day get any more fucked up?

  The plane rears back and we are ascending into airspace. Keith’s grip tightens and he humps once against my butt. Dammit!

  Three minutes later and we are finally leveling out and I can breathe again.

  “There is food in the galley,” Stacy informs me, pointing his finger to the small closed door.

  I lift off Keith’s lap, leaving his boner for him to deal with. I open the small galley door, grab a small bottle of water out of the mini fridge and a bag of grapes and pretzels. I make sure to grab a little extra so I can feed these twins growing in me. I haven’t ate since last night before the concert and I am starving. I go back into Johnathan’s room and he’s lying on his side. His shirt is now off and he’s stripped down into his nothing but a pair of navy blue silk boxers.

  “Sorry,” he says when he realizes I’m a little taken back by the fact he’s nearly naked. His body even if he looks worn out is beautiful. Hard rippling abs, thick hard pecks, veiny arms, bulging biceps and triceps. The V at his hipbones I’d love nothing more than to run my tongue over. Fuck! Not now! Shut it down, greedy whore between my legs! This isn’t about sexy time, it’s about taking care of my baby’s daddy. Oh god that sounds stupid. But it’s true.

  “You’re thinking too much again,” he says and pats the bed. “I just took off my clothes because they were soaked. Not because I want to make love to you.” He shoots me a sly smile and shakes his head. “Okay, okay. I do want to but I promise I will be a perfect gentleman.”

  Uh huh! Yeah right!

  I sit next to him my legs hanging over the edge of the bed and dump the contents of the food onto the bed.

  “I thought you should eat. Although you are looking healthier already,” I notice.

  “Must be all this good nursing you give.” He winks and opens a small bag of pretzels. Takes one out and extends his arm. “Open,” he instructs, placing the salty snack to my lips.

  “No.” I shake my head. “Those are for you. I can feed myself. I’m not an invalid you know.” I sass.

  “I know.” He frowns. “But when a man wants to feed the love of his life, she lets him,” he growls.

  I roll my eyes. “I’m not the love of your life, Johnathan.” I add. Only because I know he’s feeling a little better. For the time being, anyhow.

  “Oh yes you are. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and eat this. I know you’re hungry. I can hear you tummy growling.”

  Wow! He’s right, my stomach is grumbling. He must really pay attention or my stomach groaned loud enough he heard it. I open up and accept the damn pretzel. It’s divine. The perfect combination of salty and crunchy. It feels like I haven’t eaten in days.

  “See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chides, feeding a pretzel into his perfect mouth with a smile.

  I sigh. “You are a pain sometimes. I’m just glad you�
��re feeling a little better. You look better.” I cast my gaze up and down his sexy body. Spending a little too much time focusing on his nether region.

  He barks a quick laugh. “For not wanting to have sex with me, you sure do spend a lot of time looking at—” he grabs himself. “—These,” he finishes with a giant megawatt smile.

  I shrug. I’m not embarrassed. It’s true, I do. I can’t help it. When you’ve only been with two men and sort of a woman, it’s hard to scrub the image of something as perfect as his cock out of my mind. Plus it might have a little to do with the fact that my greedy core is on alert all the time now. Ever since we’ve been back from Indiana. My mom was right. I’m horny all the time. My clit does nothing but throb wanting more and more. It’s no joke when they say pregnant women are insatiable. I flicked my bic three times this morning in the shower before I got out and threw on my gray yoga pants and this pink tank.

  “Yeah so?” I sass.

  “Have you always been this horny or is this a new thing?” he lifts his nose into the air and inhales. Son of a bitch! He can smell me! I so fucking forgot! Now I’m embarrassed.

  I blush, my face is burning hot. “I’ve been this way since you made me this way,” I snap, pushing my hair from my face. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, further away from him.

  But it is fucking true. Ever since he impregnated me with his rock-n-roll babies I’ve been horny all the time. Well, not at first, but I am now. And it’s bad. All the time slick slit kind of bad. Change my panties two times a day bad.

  “Since I’ve done what to you?” he growls. Fuck he’s got that sexy panty dropping voice again. This is going to end badly and we have a six-and a half hour flight to be cooped up in this damn plane. I can’t get away from him even if I wanted to.

  “Since you stuck that huge cock of yours in me. My cunt is greedy and it liked it,” I bark angry.

  “Oh so my baby liked my cock? Does my baby want more of it?” He eyes me, his gaze lustful and oh so fucking hot!

  I glance back and holy shit! He’s hard as a rock and those silk boxers give it all away. I can see his long thick shaft. His pre-come staining the fabric leaving a beautifully hot wet spot in its wake. Swallow! I need to swallow! Or my pooling saliva is about to pour of my mouth.

  I gulp back hard. “I’m good,” I muster out, choppy.

  “No you’re not, baby,” he says seductively and slides another pretzel sexily into his mouth followed by his finger. He sucks his finger for a second as his eyes undress me.

  I inhale sharply. Oh holy hell! He’s sexy! “Yes I am,” I blurt. My voice is firmer this time. Thank the lord!

  “Remember my baby. I can smell you. You smell so sweet and so ready. I know you want me.”

  Ok. That might have sounded hot but it clicked something else in my mind. This motherfucker is so caught up that he thinks I fucking want him that bad. Okay. He’s right, I do. But he sounds so damn smug about it. That is such a turn off. Time to tighten up this pussy and say sayonara to his sorry ass! I don’t need his dick.

  “Listen, dickhead. I will help take care of you medically because I am your friend. But I don’t need your magic cock. I’m fine without. I’ve been fine without it for weeks. So I am going to leave and you can take care of that.” I eye the bulge. “And Stacy and I will see you to the rehab center once we land in LA.”

  I stand abruptly with force and swing my hair around for effect. Fuck him! What a dick! What should I expect? If you play with fire you’re sure as hell going to get burned.

  “Wait!” he begs and darts out of bed snatching my hand with his.

  “What do you want Johnathan? You’ve fucking torn my heart in two and I am trying to help you with this. I want to be your friend.” And I want you to be a father to your twins that are the size of pomegranate seeds inside my belly. But I can’t say it.

  “You know what I want,” he says, his eyes reaching down into mine. They match the same beautiful green as mine are. Except they look so much hotter on him with his dark hair and hot body. I’m just me. I’m just eh…

  “Yes, you want in my pants. You want to fuck my pussy and you want to break my heart into a million pieces while you do it. I know your MO and I can’t be used like that,” I nearly yell. This is complete bullshit!

  “It’s not my fucking MO. Why don’t you get that?” he snarls back, his face angry and covered in frustration.

  “Yes. It. Is. If it wasn’t then you wouldn’t have stuck your dick in a fucking woman’s cunt last night and let another one suck you off before we left for break!” I scream and poke him hard in the chest. He gets closer to me and my back’s pressed against the door.

  “God dammit woman! That was a fucking mistake! I told you that. I don’t want hers or any other cunt. I want YOURS! I want you! All of you! Bitchy you, sexy you, sweet you. Every fucking part! Don’t you get it!?” he screams loudly and I know everyone can hear him. His voice is booming and his face is beat red with anger, his body is shaking with it.

  “You can’t have me! You used me! I can’t have my heart fucking broken again! No more of this!” I yell, looking up into his face and use my hand to reach for the nob of the door. I grab it firmly and start to open it.

  “I need you! I fucking love you!” He grabs the sides of my biceps hard and pushes me hard against the door so I can’t leave. His hands are hurting me. Ouch! Fuck! He has to let go. A tear forms and pours down my cheek. Oh god. He’s crushing my arms. I’m in shock and pain, emotional and physical. I’m so scared. Oh god, please don’t hit me! I close my eyes and turn my head away. Please. I don’t want to be hit.

  “Oh god!” he screeches, and lets go. I open my eyes and he drops to the floor and covers his face with his hands, crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He rocks forward and back.

  “I can’t believe I touched you. Oh! God! I’m so sorry Emily. Oh please forgive me.” He begs sobbing on his knees.

  I’m frozen. I can’t speak. I can’t move. I look over and my arms are bright red where his hands were. They might actually bruise tomorrow. He reaches out to touch me. I bang my body against the door. I have to get away from him. He can’t touch me. He needs help! A lot of help! What if he punched me or kneed me in the stomach? Oh god! I could lose the babies! I can’t lose them.

  “Is everything okay in there?” I hear Stacy say from behind the door. Johnathan is a crying mess on the floor in front of me.

  Shit! What do I do? What do I say? If Stacy sees my arms, he’s going to kill Johnathan, and I don’t mean figuratively.

  “Yeah, we’re okay,” I somehow get out.

  “You sure? I just heard some banging and a bunch of yelling. He didn’t hit you, did he?” he asks again. I can hear the worry in his tone.

  “No, we’re okay Stace. I’ll be out in a few. Thanks,” I say slow and calmly. Even through my heart is pounding in my chest and it hurts and I was just nearly mauled by a six-five, two hundred and fifty pound beefy rocker.

  I move around Johnathan and go and lay on the bed leaving him to his own misery. Serves his ass right. I can’t baby him for this. He deserves to feel like complete shit right now. I tuck myself into a little ball on my side and pull the covers over me to rest just for a little while. I need to calm down and I am all of a sudden exhausted. Fighting with him wears me out.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  “Em, wake up. Wake up, Em.”

  I open my eyes and Stacy is knelt beside the bed looking straight at me.

  He smiles. “Well hey there, beautiful girl. Time to get your booty up, we’re in LA,” he says, pulling back my covers.

  Oh my! I slept the whole way back. I sit up and look around. Where’s Johnathan? Stacy didn’t kill him, did he?

  “We’re in LA already?” I raise a brow.

  “Yeah, Johnathan said you fell asleep about five minutes after I came to check on you. He came out about twenty minutes later looking like hell. But James is in the hummer now waiting on us to take Johnathan to Passag
es,”

  I get out of bed and we all load into the Hummer. Apparently it’s just us four and the other dudes set off on their own separate ways to lay low for a while until Johnathan gets clean. The drive to Passages is a little ways from LAX so I just enjoy the beautiful view out the window. The rolling hills and beautiful foliage is amazing in California. There is no place in the world like it.

  We pull into a drive that leads up to this giant creamy building. It looks just like a five-star resort. James opens my door and we all slide out. Johnathan was in the front seat. We haven’t said a word to each other since the bedroom scene.

  “Welcome to Passages,” a beautiful tall leggy blonde with a sleek dress says once we get out.

  “Hi,” I say as she offers me a polite grin.

  “Mr. Striker, we have your accommodations this way.” She waves her hand smoothly through the air, gesturing toward the large building.

  We follow her inside and this place is like a beautiful over-the-top all-inclusive resort for drug addicted celebrities. It’s amazing, secluded and right on the ocean. Lush gardens encompass the landscape, I saw that pulling in through the front security gate. She takes us all on a tour. Well not James he stays outside to man the Hummer. But Stacy, Johnathan and I do. I couldn’t afford to stay in a place like this if it was a normal resort. Let alone for recovery. We see Johnathan to his room and it’s huge with a giant king-sized bed, two person Jacuzzi tub. The thick paned window looks over the magnificent ocean. She runs down all the place offers and we meet down in a plush office to sign some documents.

  “Okay, so we will need to go over a few procedures with you all. Since Johnathan hasn’t been here before,” she says and slides all three of us over a set of pamphlets.

  “The rules here at Passages it that we have our guest assign one power of attorney for the duration of the patients stay. This person will be the only one allowed to call and check up on his status and the only one allowed to pick him up and sign him out after his recovery process is over.”