Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2)

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by S. K. Logsdon


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  Thank you for reading book 2 of the Stricken Rock series. Stay tuned for Emily’s big happily ever after coming in book 4.

  Check out the first chapter of Stricken Trust Book 3 of the series- Posted Below.

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  ~Chapter One~

  Where have the past seven weeks gone? Right now, I’m sitting in the most beautiful place in the entire world with the best man in the entire world. Soon to be the two best men in the entire world. Then three. It’s been a super busy seven weeks. Lots of fun and exciting things have happened — both very good and some bad. When it comes to Johnathan, there’s always good with the bad. It goes hand in hand. Like peanut butter and jelly. Wow, that sounds good right now. I might just have to get off this couch and make myself some food.

  Anyhow, after all the concerts were finished in LA and San Diego. Neither of which I attended. They were fantastic, according to the internet reviews and the band themselves. They went off without a hitch and Stricken and Ice the Monkey rocked it hard. James and I stayed out of the spot light. The paparazzi and media did not tame down the first week following breaking news of me being the mom of Johnathan Strikers babies. The twin’s part kind of hyped up the event and apparently they found out about my medical condition. And the babies went from exciting to divine after my percent of conception was publicized. Calling them the miracle babies. It’s all over the internet including multiple Facebook and twitter pages popping up as fans of the ‘Stricken’s Divine Children’ or ‘Johnathan’s Miracle Babies.’ It goes to show, some people are just nuts. I’m not dogging that my babies who are now twenty weeks into baking in my oven and the size of artichokes, aren’t miracles. They are to me and the rest of our family. But the rest of the world seems to think our life is theirs. And thanks to Ashley, I have no privacy. I walk out of my house; I’m stalked. I go to the grocery store; I’m stalked. You name it; I’m stalked.

  I was at Ralph’s grocery store two weeks ago and I was spotted by a pregnant lady. She ran me down and asked me to sign her belly. Me, Emily Bronwyn, twenty four year old Aquarius, pregnant with twins due March twenty-ninth. I have nothing special; about me. I’m a normal girl who grew up in a small town in Indiana. But apparently I’m famous because Johnathan is, and our children are by association. So I’m a triple threat in the popularity department.

  The worst part other than the constant stalking is the photos that show up on the internet and magazines of me. I’m short and I’m carrying twins and now that I’m twenty weeks, I look like a cow. I have stretch marks but they are being tamed thanks to wonderful James who has been helping me apply tubs of cocoa butter daily. Most women at this stage look all cute with normal sizes bellies. Yeah, not me. When I had my near twenty week checkup four days ago I was measuring twenty eight weeks along. I’m huge and I’m all belly and my boobs have grown. And I have no idea what the hell I was complaining about when I was first pregnant about peeing and eating because it has multiplied times a hundred since. Especially craving the salty foods part. And I know this sounds gross, but even come sounds good. It’s salty and it’s warm and I can remember Johnathan’s like it was yesterday. But it wasn’t yesterday; it was eight weeks ago? I think.

  Plus my sex drive went from a little before pregnancy, then bumped up a lot after. And now I’m on super power and B.O.B just isn’t cutting it. I’ve tried everything to stop it. I’ve tried lavender bath salts in the tub to relax me, no masturbating, overly masturbating, reading unsexy books about war and famine. I’ve ate this and that. And the worst is my nipples are swollen and they graze my bra or my shirts or anything I wear and that turns me on. The pain from them is hot and tingly and for some unknown reason my body loves it. It also loves jeans rubbing my clit too. I was walking into my doctor’s office with Stacy at my eighteen week checkup wearing maternity pants that I forced myself to buy. And I orgasmed walking back to the exam room. I had to stop grab my belly, brace myself against the wall and it just shot off. I bit my lips so I didn’t moan but Jesus it was one of the most embarrassing days of my entire life. So I now stick to dresses and soft pants. Nothing with a ridge between the crotch.

  When I first moved in with James, I was self-conscious about my self-pleasuring. Now I could care less. According to Trisha, my doctor, I’ve gained twelve pounds so far. Which is good I suppose. I’ve begged to be put on some kind of anti-horny drug. But apparently there is nothing. She actually finds it comical that I’m one of her horniest patients. Claire’s not around and hasn’t been for the past seven weeks. She’s upped her stay in New York to ten weeks because her partner Paul Waits has been preoccupied and the work load has tripled. We talk all the time on the phone and I’ve Skyped with her a few times. But it’s not the same. Anna is truly missing Claire. Especially now. And yes if you are wondering, I have sent pictures of Anna to Claire. What can I say? I want to keep my girlfriend happy. Even if I’m utterly miserable. I love being pregnant mostly, it’s the insatiable part that I hate. Okay, enough of that. I’m horny just thinking about it.

  Johnathan has been getting his act together from what I hear. We text occasionally and I’m kind of surprised to say I’m not missing him as much as I thought I would. I know that sounds terrible. But I think it has part to do with the fact I am completely happy with my friendships in life. The drama is down except for the constant string of stalking. James helps with that and if he wasn’t in my life I honesty would be lost. Between him and Stacy, who I’m now best friends with again, are my rocks, my everything in life. I care for Claire but she’s been busy with work and I’ve been busy helping Stacy get more band things completed from behind the scenes. Stricken has done a photo shoot with Big Boy Condom Company and a commercial. They’re also writing a new CD. Apparently Johnathan writes songs and so does D. Both of which I had no clue they did.

  According to James, Johnathan is attempting to clean up his act and when I’ve talked to Johnathan personally he’s told me about attending A.A twice a week, going to a counselor twice a week and he’s also been attempting the abstinence thing. It’s back fired three times according to him. Which I guess three different times in seven weeks isn’t so bad. None of them have been with me. I’m here for moral support but when we talk it’s strictly friends and baby talk. I’ve seen him only once in person and that was at the sixteen week baby reveal ultrasound. Which People Magazine paid me a butt load of money to allow them to shoot. Stacy, James, Johnathan and I all attended. It was so exciting. And the grand finale is that we are having twins of both genders. Baby A is a girl and baby B is a boy. Which I am stoked about. I would be happy with any genders. I just hit the jackpot and will be a mommy of a boy and a girl. Both of which are healthy and growing perfectly. Unlike their mommy who feels like a pregnant cow.

  So now I am sitting here in the living room of my home for the next two weeks. After the gender reveal and the other two doctors’ appointments since, I am taking my much needed vacation. Things have died down with the band. They are engrossed in working on the album so Rita can take over. And after much deliberation, James and I are sitting in a beautiful log cabin in Colorado in the first weeks of November and it’s brisk but beautiful. We’re far enough off the beaten path that we can’t be bothered and close enough that if I need a doctor, I can. Dr. Golds gave me the go ahead to fly here and go three weeks between our next doctor’s appointment. Although she did offer if I needed anything she’d fly out. Seems as though after finding out the babies in my belly are Stricken’s lead singers, she’s been even more accommodating, if that’s possible. She’s pretty great as it is.

  We got into the airport this morning. James rented us another suburban and now he’s taking a nap and I’m resting my feet up in the cabin. This place is huge. Four bedrooms, three and half baths, two stories, all log cabin with a giant open kitchen with island. A wall of all windows. A game room. A cinema room and a bunch of other amenities. Plus we are very close to a pond and some walking and hiking trails. I
t’s beautiful here. The outside has a giant wrap around porch with rocking chairs. I’m in rustic heaven and I know James is at peace. It’s like our bedroom back at home in our condo. Yes, I say our condo. I’ve lived with him nearly two months and we’ve slept in the same bed since the first night. It’s cozy and my teddy bear soothes me. There’s no sex. Not even a taste or a touch or anything. Apparently James doesn’t do sex at all. And he won’t talk about it. I’ve tried.

  In two days this cabin will be filled with more laughter and love. Stacy is coming to stay with us for a week and he’s bringing his boyfriend Kyle. Yep, it’s about damn time. He and Kyle are officially together. After our short fallout and reconnection, I convinced Stace to call Kyle. Who lives in Orange County not far from LA. Totally workable for their relationship. I think it’s been hot and heavy ever since. Going on nearly a month, I believe in the relationship department. And Stacy hasn’t been complaining at all about not fucking woman. Which I guess is a good thing. I kind of figured Stacy would get over the bi thing sooner or later and fall into homosexuality completely. Which I couldn’t be happier about. And as it seems neither can he. Go figure.

  Overall, my life’s stresses are down thanks to my Johnathan separation. I’m not going to lie; I do miss him some and yes I do love him. But like I said, he’s on the right track in his life and I hope it continues down that road. No matter what, he’s going to be in my life and I’m going to be a mom. That’s all that matters. And the next two weeks I’m going to snuggle with my Stacy, and my teddy bear James. We’re going to relax, play games, I’m going to take a hundred baths in our whirlpool tub and I’m going to cook like a mad woman for the two most important men in my life, aside from Johnathan.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five.

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Stricken Trust Sample

 

 

 


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