Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2)

by S. K. Logsdon

  “You’re the woman?” he says softly, looking down at the photo and back up at me.

  “The woman?” I ask feeling completely out of the loop.

  “The woman that he’s been in love with. The one he keeps telling us about. Says he loves this chick but she won’t have him. That’s why when we keep trying to get him to fuck around he won’t. Says he’s saving his cock for the love of his life or some shit. I told him he was full of it. But you’re her aren’t you? You’re the reason he won’t get drunk or fuck or party like he used to. He’s hung up on you bad. He’s got it real bad.” He says without an ounce of rudeness.

  “He’s talked about me?” I whisper, my heart sinks.

  “Yeah, like all the fucking time. I just thought it was some dish he fucked before he met you. It all started the day you got on the bus. Never thought you’d be the one. Happened too quickly for it to be you. Plus you argue all the fucking time or avoid each other. So you’re having his baby now? He doesn’t know does he?”

  I shake my head. “It’s not one baby. Its babies. Look at the photo better.” I say calmly. He’s being so nice.

  He peers down.

  “Well, I’ll be damned. Two fucking Johnathan’s are growing inside of you.” He smiles widely.

  I rub my tummy and look to both the men at my sides. “Yeah two. And he’s about to have a third with Cassandra.”

  D shakes his head back and forth a bunch of times. “Naw, he can’t be he wouldn’t fuck after he met you. That kid can’t be his. Not only does he wrap his shit he wouldn’t do that. He loves you. A lot. I know because I’ve heard all about it.“ He rolls his eyes.

  “Yeah he did fucked her. He admitted it to me. That’s why I know it’s true that she’s knocked up. I saw him in the bar with her two nights before he went into rehab. He came to me the next morning apologizing for sleeping with her. Plus like Stace said they’ve got pictures.”

  “Pictures don’t mean shit.” He belt outs.

  “You’re not going to tell are you?” I ask. I have to know.

  “No, but you better. He’ll be pissed if he finds out somehow and it wasn’t from you. Plus you’re already starting to show.” He eyes my bump.

  “I can’t do that to him now. He’s got another baby on the way. It’ll be hard enough to keep him from going back over to the dark side of drugs with that news. Let alone know that I’m carrying his twins. That will surely fuck him up.”

  “Maybe, but he still has a right to know. I’d want to know if I was him. What were you going to do? Say you eat too much? Two or maybe three weeks and it’ll be past the weight gain and into the looking pregnant.”

  “I was going to say they were Stacy’s if he asked. I don’t want him to flip out again or worse kill himself or something.”

  He shakes his head. “J maybe crazy but having three kids isn’t going to make him kill himself. He’s not suicidal. He just has nightmares from a fucked up past and a drug addiction. If you tell him they’re Stacy’s I will tell him the truth. He deserves that much. But if you promise to tell him yourself I’ll let it slide for now. I understand not telling him right now. The media is fucking this shit up about the whole pregnancy thing with Cassandra. You don’t need to be roped into that. But sooner or later you need to come clean with the truth. Wait until he notices and mentions it to you. I don’t care. But when he does you tell him. You and I both know it’s only fair.” He says calmly.

  Who would have thought Deacon has a bit of a conscious. I never did. But I know he’s right. I don’t like that he is. Now D knows and eventually coming clean will happen. SHIT!

  “Okay, deal. Now I am going to go lie down and rest. I feel terrible. This is just going to get worse before it gets better and I’m sure I will be spending the next few weeks crying about it.”

  “Okay honey, get some sleep.” Stacy says and leans in kissing my cheek.

  “If you need me just holler.” James adds, giving my shoulder a sweet reassuring squeeze.

  “Thanks.” I reach up and kiss him on the cheek. A warm smile curls up from the corners of his mouth.

  “Hey Em?” I glance at D over my shoulder.

  “What?”

  “I’m glad he picked you. You won’t take his shit or use him for his money. I was worried he was stupid. But now I see he made the right choice.”

  Did Deacon seriously just tell me that he was okay that Johnathan feels the way he does about me? I think so.

  I turn and go into my bedroom. My room’s blue with hardwood floors and has a cream bedspread. I’m so tired and I need to sleep until Monday which probably won’t happen. I slide into the bed and turn off my night-light.

  Chapter Four

  I open my eyes and look around, hot damn I slept all night! I was exhausted that’s part of it. I stretch my legs. My eyes are swollen from crying and my body aches and son of a fucking bitch! My clit is throbbing hard, pounding between my legs. That needy whore! I never thought I’d say I’m tired of pleasuring myself, but I am. And If I don’t do it regularly like sometimes five times a day my belly aches and I can’t think straight. Maybe this is how men feel? I sure hope not because it sucks!

  I reach between my legs. Ah! That’s sensitive. Well I might as well get this taken care of now. I slide my black panties down and toss them over the side of the bed. Pull the covers back so I can reach my clit better. I’m going in solo this morning, B.O.B needs a break. Orgasms would be so much better if they were given to me from something other than my hand or a plastic battery operated boyfriend. I miss the warmth of someone holding me and loving me. Even if it’s for pleasure. I can’t ask Stacy because that’s wrong and James would be even more wrong.

  I slide my finger over my bump. Oh god! I dip my finger into my tight hole for lubrication. I’m dripping and I slide my finger back to my bump. Oh fuck! Pulling back the hood I circle it a few times revving up my engines more. Oh yeah!

  ‘I’ll love you all morning, and through the day, don’t break my heart baby and throw it away.’ A Stricken song starts singing to me. Damnit! My phone is ringing.

  I let my hood fall back into place and reach for my phone on my nightstand with my clean hand.

  “Yeah?” I answer out of breath not even looking at the ID.

  “What are you doing?”

  Shit! Of all the people in the world calling me right now. Could this be any more of a coincidence?

  “Hi Claire.”

  “What are you doing?” she questions me, her voice cloaked with naughtiness.

  She’s talked like this ever since I’ve met her. We talk once or twice a week but haven’t’ met up since the night in DC. For many reasons like she’s been in New York for the past four weeks doing her job to open up her new ad branch and the other two weeks I’ve been busy. So it’s kind of been more of a busy thing than I don’t want to see her, because I do. She’s hot for a woman. And she makes me horny when I’m on the phone with her. It’s the sweet angelic voice that always seems to be dripping with wanton innuendos. Once I actually masturbated with her on the phone. But Shhhh don’t tell her.

  “I’m not doing anything. I just woke up.” I retort evenly.

  “Uh huh. You were just breathing hard a minute ago. But I’ll let it slide this time. You naughty minx.”

  See there goes the sexual connotation that always starts to rev my engines. Fuck I’m horny. I hope this call doesn’t last long because I need to flick my bic soon.

  “What do you need beautiful Claire?” I taunt with a smile.

  “What I need is your pussy in my mouth. But I’ll settle for dinner tonight. I have some paperwork I need to give you for the show in San Diego. A few venders have contracts and I also have two bags of products I want the guys to check out and see if they want to represent the companies to do ad campaigns for.”

  “Can’t Stacy do that?” I push. I know this is going to make her mad. I am still going to go out with her. Not only because I’m so turned on right now and want to get her of
f the phone. But I like her. She’s funny and sexy and we’ve become fairly good friends.

  “I don’t want Stacy. I want you.” She states pointedly.

  “Why do you want me?” I ask sexily, trying not burst into laughter over the phone. This is going to rev her engines and my clit is buzzing already, my core screaming for release.

  “I want you in a lot of ways Emily. Do we need to go over this?”

  “Oh, but whatever do you mean?” I tease acting all innocent. I almost put my hand in my hair and twirled it in my fingers. But she can’t see it so I won’t.

  “If you keep this up tonight will be more than dinner.” She groans into the phone. I can tell her teeth are clinched. I’m driving her nuts. Claire may have a sweet voice most of the time. But she is dominate and loves to be that way especially in the bedroom.

  “Keep what up? I’m just asking why you want me and not Stacy it’s not that hard to answer.” I say softly making sure I pop the ‘P’ in up with my lips. I’m loving this and it’s making me hornier, if that’s even possible.

  “Babe, I will play this with you all day if you want. I have nothing but time. I want you because you’re smart and beautiful and I want to grab that ass of yours and bite it.”

  “Now why Missss Kennedy would you want to bite a poor ol’ tushy like mine?” I say innocently. She is eating this up.

  “That innocent mouth of yours won’t be innocent after tonight if you keep this up.” She groans into the phone again, her dominant voice coming through clinched teeth. She’s close to fingering herself I can sense it in her voice. I push her like this a lot but never take it this far.

  “But why Misssss Kennedy I just want to be a good girl and you wouldn’t punish a good girl would you?” I cover my mouth that one was close. I almost let out a giggle.

  “I’m not going to punish you sweetheart I’m going to make you feel real good. I’ll reward you for being such a good girl.”

  “Oh… That would be so nice Misss Kennedy.” I purr.

  “If you don’t mean this Emily please stop teasing because I’m fucking wet over here.” She barks serious.

  “Where are you wet Misss Kennedy?”

  “Emily, I’m serious. Stop. If you don’t want me to come and expect me to play nice tonight when I see you. Please stop now.”

  “Where are you wet?” I ask again, though firmer this time.

  “In my pussy baby, I’m wet. Now stop teasing. Please.” She whines.

  “What are you wet for?” I ask seductively. Man I am good! I should be a phone sex operator! I’ve got dominate Claire eating out of the palm of my hand and I fucking love it!

  “You, I’m wet for you baby. I can’t be nice tonight. If you don’t me then it’s okay to send Stacy. I can’t be around you if I can’t have you Emily. But I hope to see you. I want to touch you so bad. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

  “I’ll come tonight for you.” I purr sexily into the phone. Oh god I am so hot! My clit hates me right now. I can’t come on the phone with her. I’ll scream. I’ll leave that for tonight. I need the closeness so bad I can taste it. My core is trembling with desire.

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yesssss.” I hiss.

  “Oh, god I’m so fucking hot right now Emily. See what you do to me. You make me so hot. I can’t believe you’re going to see me tonight. I’m wet thinking about it.“ She says excitedly. I think I just made her day.

  “You make me hot too.” I moan into the phone.

  “Oh you have to stop this. We can see each other tonight. Don’t push. I’m sitting at my desk and I’m soaking wet. If you don’t stop I’m going to have to come here and now.”

  “But I don’t want to stop Misss Kennedy. I’ve been a naughty naughty girl making you wet.”

  “Oh yessss.. You have and I will punish you tonight sexy. I will punish you so good. Oh god, we have to stop.”

  “Why Missss Kennedy is your pussy throbbing? Mine is so wet too. So wet thinking about it.”

  “It is?” she chokes, clearing her throat.

  “Soaking.”

  “Oh god babe you sound so good. But I have to go. I can’t do this on the phone in my office. I’ll see you tonight I’ll pick you up at seven. No Six I can’t wait until seven.” She huffs into the receiver.

  “Where are we going to eat?”

  “Emily stop. Please. I’m going to eat your pussy as soon as I see you and then we can have dinner. Anywhere you want, eight hundred dollar plates of food, I don’t care. All I want is in your pants. You’re killing me.”

  “Okay see you at sex… I mean six… Oh silly me.” I giggle into the phone.

  “Oh god, sweetheart I want you. Good-bye Emily.”

  She hangs up and I go to town on my pussy. I can’t wait another minute to orgasm.

  Chapter Five.

  “Hey Stace.” I say with a bright smile coming into the living room after a hot shower and pleasuring myself.

  “Hey woman. You look rather happy. You know since…”

  “Yeah well I have a date tonight so I can’t be all grumpy.”

  “And with who? If it is who I think it is. Is this a work date or a get down and get some date?” he teases.

  “Both.” I blurt plopping down beside him on the couch.

  He raises a brow. “You know if you keep up talking to her and doing the nasty I might actually start to believe you’re not as straight as you think you are.” he smiles.

  “I’m an equal opportunity sex connoisseur. Isn’t that what you call it?” I tease and elbow him in the side. His laptop is on his lap working, his feet up on the coffee table, wearing boxers and a blue T. The TV’s off.

  “Yes. I fuck many men and women. You haven’t fucked a woman, not yet anyhow.”

  “Well I probably will. Maybe. I dunno. But I don’t think being with just one woman with no desire to be with others of the same sex counts as being bi. I think it’s called I like steak and only one fish.” I giggle.

  “A really hot fish. If she was straight I would have screwed her already.” He states bluntly.

  “Wow, Stace why don’t ya tell me how you really feel about Claire?” I chuckle and lean up to kiss his cheek.

  “I just did.” He wags his golden eyebrows at me. “You have good taste in both men and women Em. Johnathan is hot and hung like a stallion and Claire is beautiful and has soft big tits.”

  I bow forward and put my hands on my face laughing. My hair falling around me like a waterfall. He is so funny! I can’t believe he just said that to me. He’s in rare form this morning. He’s got a nasty mouth sometimes. But he’s a little worse than usual today.

  “What? Are you going to deny it?” he says seriously.

  “No, of course not. I’ve seen both of them naked. They’re hot. I just can’t believe you said Johnathan is hung like a stallion. He’s your friend. Who’d probably have a heart attack if he heard you talk about him that way.” I smile and shake my head laughing.

  Sometimes my best friend can be weird. This morning is defiantly one of those mornings.

  “No he wouldn’t. I’ve said it to him before. He knows I fuck dudes. I’m not going to say I’ve never thought of Johnathan as a sex object before. He’s too hot not to. Even if I didn’t work for him I’d still find him hot. But he’s cool with me being bi. Almost as cool as you are about it.”

  I look over at him and frown.

  “You’re fucking telling me that he’s known you’re bi longer than I have?” I raise a brow angrily, my nose crinkling with disgust.

  “Yes, it’s something we talked about when we were in rehab together among a bunch of other things. He knows most things about me as I know most things about him. I was in a bad place when I was getting clean and he kind of helped me out. Kyle was pushing hard to be together and I couldn’t do it. So I went to drugs and Johnathan was one of the men in the rehab to help me get clean.”

  “You never? You know?”

  He barks a l
augh and runs his hand through his beautiful shaggy blonde hair. “Oh god no. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part. For like the first six months I knew him I tried to convince him to try to let me ‘show him a good time’.” He air quotes. “He never did though and I stopped once I was clean and had my head on straight. He’s straight. Well I’m not going to say he’s not a little freaky in the bedroom but that’s normal.”

  Thank the lord! I think I might have had a stroke if they had actually done something. That is not another pile of shit I want to add to my mound of life.

  “So you say you know him so well. Do you think he does love me? You didn’t think that before but Deacon and James both thinks he is. Where is James anyway?” I glance around.

  “He’s at home. He won’t be in until later. I told him to take some time to himself. He stayed late last night after you went to sleep and I’ve been working him hard. As for love? At first I was angry. I mean the seeing red angry, about him and you and what he was doing. But now? I think he might in his own way. It’s not normal. He gives me the feeling if you’d let him, he’ll be dependent on you emotionally as well as physically. Not the normal dependent either. He’s shown aggression toward others already and it might get worse and he could get possessive. I don’t know but I know him and if this is love he feels he won’t half ass it. It will be all or nothing for him.”

  “Do you think he’ll be mad if he finds out I’ve been or might continue sleeping with Claire? Hypothetically of course. I just don’t want him to get crazy and ruin the business side of our arrangement with her.”

  “Claire’s a woman. So maybe not. He might wanna watch.” He bumps into me playfully. “Knowing Johnathan he will give you her if that’s what you desire. He’s a giver. But he could also play the possessive asshole part and force you to never talk to her again. If you chose to date him or whatever in the future. You’re kind of uncharted territory with him and I’ve never seen him act the way he acts with you.”