“Oh yes you are. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and eat this. I know your hungry I can hear you tummy growling.”
Wow! He’s right my stomach is grumbling. He must really pay attention or my stomach groaned really loud, 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 says 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 am 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 and 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 a 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 do?” 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 fucking 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 is 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 thick long 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, it’s firmer. 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 mother fucker is so caught up that he thinks I fucking want him that bad. Okay. He’s right I do. But he sounds so fucking 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 hand 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 is pressed against the door to leave.
“God Damnit 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 loud 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 Five
“Em wake up. Wake up Em.”
I open my eyes and Stacy is knelt beside the b
ed looking straight at me.
He smiles. “Well hey there beautiful girl. Time to get your booty up. We are 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 Passages.” He says.
I get out of bed and we all load into the Hummer. Apparently it’s just us four and the other dudes are off 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. 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 and 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, giant Jacuzzi tub. The thick paned window looks over the magnificent ocean. She runs down all the place offers and we all 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.”
“We do not allow outside contact with anyone while the patient is in our facility except one phone call a week of his or hers choice. No computers and no cell phones are allowed. If a doctor deems it necessary for Johnathan to need further counseling with a parent or a loved one that he’s been having problems coping with. I will contact the power of attorney and it’s their job to contact that person to get them to come into the center to do a counseling session or sessions with him and a trained professional. We feel it’s important to have our patients leave healed the best we can in the short time they are with us and that doesn’t just mean their body’s recovery but also their minds.” She finishes her voice is soft yet assertive. “Do you have any questions?”
“Yeah, is a month here going to help me? Do you think I’ll need longer?” Johnathan asks.
“I’m not sure Mr. Striker but I know we will do the best we can to heal you in the time we have. If you need longer you are welcome to stay as long as you’d like and if you ever need to return to us please know our door is always open to you.” She says sweetly. Surprisingly she’s not checking him out. This would be a first.
“Okay, where do I sign?” he asks scooting forward he’s knees touching her desk.
“First I will need you to sign those.” She slides over two sheets of papers.
“And your power of attorney if they are present needs to sign these.” She slides two more forms forward. Stacy scoots up and grabs the pen. Johnathan starts filling out his form and looks over to us.
“No Stacy.” Johnathan says. Reaching over and covering the papers Stacy was just about to write on. “Emily is my power of attorney.” He states gently.
Stacy eyes me and I shrug. I don’t get it either.
“Are you sure Johnathan? You two aren’t getting along well right now.” He asks him forward but nicely.
“I’m sure.” He says and doesn’t look up he keeps filling out his forms. Stacy slides over the paperwork to me and I rub my hand over it. This is strange. And not right.
“Are you sure Johnathan? I mean really sure? I don’t think I’m the right…”
He cuts me off with a glare. “I am going to get clean Emily. I am going to get my head back on straight and when I do I am coming after you. You.” He points the end of his pen at me. “WILL BE MINE by the time this is all said and done with.” He finishes pointedly.
Cue the butterflies! I might not like him a lot of the time but god he can be so damn sweet sometimes. Do I think he means it? Maybe. But I want him to. I want him to be clean and I want to be able to tell him about the babies. I need him to know for my sake and for his. As much as it pains me to say it I need him to be a father. Like my father was to me. A great one, a loving one and a brilliant one. There’s only so much Stacy can’t do as their uncle. He will love them and be there but Johnathan is there dad and he needs to be there dad. It’s the most important thing in life being a parent and I am going to be the best mom I can be to them.
I lean over and start filling out the papers without saying a word. I’m not going to argue with him about this. If he wants to use me as an excuse to get sober. I will take it because I won’t be having any drugs around our kids once they finally grace up with their presence in thirty four more weeks or less.
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