Stricken Desire (30 page)

“Sorry.” He says when he realizes I am 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 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.

“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 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.