Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (19 page)

Me-
Oh no! I wouldn’t want 2 make it cry.
I guess it can cum n c me. As long as that hot pussy of urs lets me
taste it finally. I dn’t want to let my tongue feel left
out.

Her-
That poor tongue. I will have to make
it all better with my juices. They have magical healing powers. And
my finger will be most happy to be buried deep in you. Maybe I can
bring another friend to the party?

Me-
Oh really. What friend might that
b?

I’m sopping wet between my legs. My ass and
my pussy are begging me right now to be fucked. I’m so horny. I
won’t be able to go another hour without using B.O.B. This woman is
crazy sexy. I can’t believe I don’t screw her everyday she’s that
hot. Beautiful and smart and dominate. What a catch.

Her-
She’s pink and straps around my body.
I think she’d love to fuck your pussy as my sad lonely finger is in
your ass. Would you like that babe? Do you want me to fuck your
pussy with my friend? As I fuck your ass with my finger?

Me-
Yes. I think I might like ur friend.
She sounds hot & I luv pink. Ur welcome to use her on me ne
time n that finger better go in my ass. I’ll be sad w/out it. I’m
at the hotel. I’m going 2 go use B.O.B 2 take care of this raging
female boner in my panties n call it a nite. XOXOXO.

Her
- K. lover. Miss you. And when you use
B.O.B make sure you’re picturing me. And maybe use one of your
fingers rubbing your hot clit too. I’ll be doing the same. XOXOXO.
Night sexy minx
.

James opens my door and I have to adjust
myself so I make sure none of my pooling juices run down my legs.
I’m that wet already. I ride up to my room with James he hugs me
sweetly and bids me a goodnight. What a sweet man!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

What the hell is that sound?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Son of a bitch someone is at my door. I turn
over and move the clock. Holy cow it’s almost five a.m.

I sit up and rub my eyes. More banging. Jesus
calm down already.

I wrap a robe around my naked body. After the
sexting with hot Claire B.O.B and I shagged three times with me
sitting on the side of the tub in the bathroom and I rubbed my clit
like Claire asked. Then I took a hot shower to cleanse the night
away and went to sleep naked as a jaybird in high thread count
sheets, watching Nick-at-night.

I pad my way across the floor to the door. I
pull it open and fucking shit! This is ridiculous. Seriously!

“Oh! Shit! I’m sorry Emily.” Ashley says her
hairs a mess, makeup smeared, she’s wearing one of Johnathan’s
T-shirts and her own green PJ pants and she looks like she has just
been fucked a good couple of times. Son of a bitch! I don’t want to
see this.

“What you want? It’s five in the damn morning
woman.” I scold quietly. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes and yawn.

“I’m sorry I thought Stacy was in this room.
That’s what Johnathan said before he went to bed.”

“Do I look like Stacy? This was going to be
his room but we did a swap. Now out with it woman.” I bark my hand
on my hip. I’m not happy about being woken up at five. Especially
when it’s Johnathan’s cutie fiancé, looking all fucked and
shit.

“I just woke up because Johnathan’s in the
middle of one of his bad nightmares. It’s terrible. I can’t get him
up and Stacy’s usually the one who deals with this. So I need
Stacy, do you know where he is?” she’s definitely flustered, scared
and desperate.

“I’ll do it. Let me into your guy’s
room.”

I shouldn’t be this nice. But I gotta keep
telling myself. She’s not the problem. She’s not the problem.
Johnathan is. He’s the problem. He’s the asshole. Not Ashley. It’s
hard, but damn. I gotta help her she sounds so lost.

“You know how to deal with his violent
nightmares?” she sounds amazed.

“Yes. Now let’s go before it gets worse.” I
wave her to let me in.

I follow her into her bedroom. She stands to
the side and Johnathan’s in his boxers flailing around, mumbling
darkly, his legs kicking hard at his dad. I assume because that’s
what he was doing the last time I helped. His face looks pained and
he’s covered in sweat. And he’s got a boner this time. Ashley’s got
herself frozen hard against the wall.

I turn to her. “Did he hit you or has he when
he’s like this?” I ask calmly. She’s so freaked out and almost
shaking. Jesus I’m more of a woman than that.

She shakes her head. “No, but he never let me
sleep with him much. And if he did and he’d have one I’d wake up
before it got too bad. When the bed goes crazy it’s hard not to
wake up. This is the worst one I’ve ever seen though.” She
whines

“Ok well if he accidently hits me in the
stomach or in the back call 911, okay? I’m pregnant and I don’t
want him to hurt my babies.” I rub my tummy.

I’m not telling her they’re his, that’s his
job. Not mine. But I can’t be stupid about this either.

“You’re going to wake him even if you’re
pregnant? I should go find Stacy.” She sounds worried and even
whinier if that’s possible.

“I’ve done this before when I’ve been
pregnant. I can wake him up. Just chill out. Will ya?” I say calmly
and soothingly. “You don’t have to watch.”

She nods but she stays where she is.

I climb onto the bed. He’s thrashing
erratically. His legs are going more than his hands this time.
Shaking his head back and forth he’s screaming under his breath. I
can’t hear what he’s saying. I get to the top of the bed, the
safest place and I put a pillow in front of my baby bump.

“Has he said anything that you can make out?
So I can talk him down while I try to wake him?” I whisper
softly.

“Yes, something about no don’t take her away
from me. I love her. Not my babies. You bastard you killed them.
She’s all I have. And some other crazy stuff. It’s jumbled and
doesn’t make much sense.”

It makes sense to me he must be talking about
my babies. But we’ll see when he wakes up. He’s not on drugs this
time. Maybe he’ll remember them and want to talk about it.

I get closer and he throws his arm out and
hits me in the side of my bicep. I flinch. It’s not too painful but
it’s red.

“Are you okay?” she asks freaking out.

“I’m fine. Just be quiet please and let me
get him up.” I whisper frustrated. She’s a wimp.

I edge closer and he kicks a lot and mumbles.
I reach out my hand and touch his forehead. Ok here goes nothing. I
put my hand out to block any violence.

“Johnathan it’s me. It’s Emily. Short Stack.
I’m here. I’m right here. Everything is going to be okay.” I
whisper and rub his forehead. I need to make this calmer than the
last time because the last time he freaked out, jumped out of bed
and hyperventilated.

“The dreams aren’t real Johnathan nobody
killed the babies. Nobody killed them. They’re okay. Everything is
going to be alright.” I rub his head again. He’s not made any
progress. His nightmare is the same, kicking and thrashing just not
the hitting.

I move my hand down to his chest. Oh man he
feels good. I haven’t touched this beautiful man in so long. My
heart pounds in my chest and leaps out and smashes into him. I love
him so much it literally hurts. I touch the place over his heart
it’s hard and sexy as hell. He’s covered in tattoos and gorgeous
even in the middle of a nightmare. I rub his heart with my hand
with gentle strokes.

“Johnathan it’s okay. The pain will go away.
It’s okay. I’m here I won’t let anything happen to you. Just take a
big deep breath and come back to me. Come out of the dream you
beautiful man. It’s going to be okay. No one’s going to hurt you or
the babies. You’ll be alright.” I coax gently rubbing his chest.
Hell yes its working because his legs stopped kicking.

“Only a little bit more Johnathan. I’m here.
Emily… Short Stack’s here. I’m here. The babies are okay. You’re
going to be alright. No one is going to hurt you. I’ll protect you.
Wake up please. Wake up.” I rub again.

His body jerks a few times and his eyes
flicker open and shut over and over.

I keep rubbing even though I know he’s going
to wake up any minute. He’s so beautiful I can’t stop touching him.
I love this man. This big pain in the ass man that I hate but yet I
still love.

“It’s okay, take a deep breath and open your
eyes.”

He listens and drawls in a long breath.

“You’re waking him.” Ashley says surprised,
still clinging to the wall. I think she’s still scared.

“Yes, he’s going to be fine. Just give him a
few minutes and you can have him back.” I say even though she could
have him back now. But I’m not going to let her. I need this time
with him. Even if it’s a few moments and he opens his eyes and sees
me and then he’ll want to run to her. But I have to feel him even
if it’s for the last time.

He opens his eyes and looks around, finds me
and locks onto my face.

I smile sweetly and go to pull my hand from
his chest, he grabs it and pushes it back against his skin. My
heart thuds and the contact makes my knees go weak. I’m glad I’m on
the bed.

“Hello stranger. You were having a bad dream.
You’re okay now. You gave Ashley a real fright.”

“Is it really you? My short stack? I’m not
still dreaming am I?” he whispers staring straight at me. His voice
is gentle and beautiful.

I giggle a little. “No in your dream I
wouldn’t be talking this nicely. I’d be calling you an ass bag or
dickhead remember?”

He smiles a sleepy smile and takes his free
hand that’s not pushing my hand to his heart and reaches up and
touches the side of my face so delicately and lovingly. I might
cry. This is the man that I love underneath all the lies and the
pain and the asshole persona. The soft man I let into my heart. Who
I believed loved me once upon a time.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby. I haven’t had
a nightmare in weeks. I guess after yesterday it’s been bad for me
again.” He rubs my face staring into my eyes.

“It’s okay do you want to talk about your
nightmare?” I coax gently, keenly aware that Ashley is standing
right at the end of the bed against the wall, watching all of
this.

“It was about you and my dad and the babies.
And instead of him murdering my mom he killed you and the
babies.”

My eyes widen. Holy shit! His mom did kill
his dad. No wonder this guy is so fucked up! Poor man! I wish I
could kiss him and hold him right now. But I can’t. That would
shatter this poor woman’s heart. And he’s not exactly mine to do
that with.

He turns his head and sees the pillow in
front of my belly that I was using to protect myself. He lets go of
my face and snatches the pillow out from in front of my body,
tossing it over the side of the bed. My robe is gaping at the top
and you can almost see my breasts. But I don’t care at this point.
He rolls onto this side, wraps his arm around my back and presses
his face to my robe covered belly, right where the babies are.
Pushing the robe open where the babies lie I’m completely exposed
to him. Ashley can’t see anything because I’m still tied at the top
but his warm mouth and breath are inches above my pussy. And the
touch of his lips on my belly is making me wet.

“I love you babies, so much. You better never
die. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Your daddy loves you so
much. I can’t wait for you to grow up and be big and strong. I will
always take care of you and love you.” He says his face pressed
against my skin. He inhales deep. I know he’s smelling me. And I
know he knows I’m turned on by him. But this is so sweet. I always
dreamed when I’d be pregnant if I ever got that lucky that the
father of my baby would talk like that. My heart is dipping with
love. God, he is so perfect in times like this. I rest my hand on
his side and I can’t bear to look at Ashley. She’s quiet but I can
feel her presence.

He kisses my belly again. His hand tucks up
under my robe, holding me closer to his mouth his hand on my lower
back just above my butt. I watch the side of his head looking down.
He’s so beautiful on his side. His long legs stretched out wearing
only a pair of silk boxers. Covered in tattoos.

“You’re very special babies. Your mommy was
never supposed to be able to have you but you’re special because
only two people who love each other could create something as
perfect as you two. Know that you are loved and perfect and we will
do everything to take care of you and protect you.” He whispers to
them.

A tear of joy falls from my eye and I swipe
it away. I have no idea he knew about my medical condition but
someone must have told him. It had to have been Stacy.

He pulls away from my belly slightly still
holding onto me his hand caressing my lower back in sweet gentle
circles. Loving me how I’ve always wanted to be loved. Why does he
have to hurt me so much? When he can be perfect and wonderful like
this. This is the man I fell in love with, not the dick
heartbreaker. The sweet Johnathan that is gentle and loving.

“Hush my love now don’t you cry, everything
with be alright, Close your eyes and drift in dream, rest in
peaceful sleep….. if there’s one thing I hope I show you, If
there’s one thing I hope I show you, Hope I showed you. Just give
love to all, Just give love to all, Just give love to all….Oh my
love and my arms tight, every day you give me life, As I drift off
to your world, rest in peaceful sleep……” he sings to my belly in
his beautiful voice softly serenading them with Lullaby by
Creed.

I choke back a tear and when he’s finishes
with the song and kisses my belly twice, one for each baby. My
heart soars. This is a perfect man in this moment. I will lock it
away and keep it with me forever. He presses his forehead to my
stomach and inhales again. Fuck! He’s going perverted again. I can
tell the softness is about to melt away. If only I could keep him
this perfect a little longer. Just a little bit.