Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) (11 page)

He caresses my back. “I know you don’t want to let us go. But eventually you will come to terms with a choice and two of us will be sad. I’m a grown man, I realize that sometimes things you’ve wanted for so long don’t always work out the way you planned. I never thought working for Johnathan would bring me a woman that I care for so much. You’re my family, Emily. My only family.” He kisses my head.

“Your only?” I don’t understand.

“My mom died when I was two, from cancer. I’m an only child and my dad passed a while ago. The band’s been my only real family. I have no aunts, uncles or cousins. I have nobody. I joined the Military when I was young to get that sense of family that I needed and never had growing up. My dad worked a lot, so I was left fending for myself at such a young age. That’s why being a loner has fit for me. That’s why being a bachelor works.”

“Didn’t you ever want to have a family yourself?” I kiss his chest.

I can’t believe James has no family. How sad! I know Johnathan doesn’t have anyone else either, but now James too. What is with these poor men and screwed up childhoods?

“Of course I did. But when the tragedy happened to my male parts and my self-confidence over the years with failed dating attempts. I’ve sort of decided that would probably never happen. I’m not one to seek out a woman. It’s feels like I am asking her to judge me and see if I’m worthy.” His tone is level but I can sense an uneasiness in his words.

My poor James. Not worthy? If anything, no woman is worthy of him. Truth be known, if I ever set him up with a woman like I’ve wanted to, I can tell I’d probably not like her even if she was perfect. I’m that overprotective of him and our life together. I can’t tell anyone about what we are sharing or have been sharing for months. It’s personal and looking back now it’s more of a relationship than I’ve ever experienced. Sure we’ve not had sex. But we’ve cuddled, talked, supported each other, he’s protected me and I’ve tried to help take care of him. We’ve both grown a lot. Including this fat stomach of mine with twins swimming inside.

“I think you are perfect, James. I don’t think any woman would be worthy of you. And I am your family and you are mine, for as long as you want to be. You’re not going to get rid of us three for a very long time. Even if Johnathan decides he doesn’t want to keep you as a bodyguard anymore,” I reassure him.

He rubs my calf and kisses my forehead, allowing his big supple lips to linger on my skin a bit longer. “Mama Bear, if Johnathan fired me I wouldn’t need to get another job. I would still protect and help you.”

“What?”

“I’ve told you that I’m not poor. You know I have a stock portfolio. I could easily afford a house, a car, and live comfortably for about ten years with the amount of money I’ve accumulated. I get disability from the Military for my injury that I roll into the rest. I have health insurance for life and I only keep this job so I have something to do. It’s not that I need it.”

“What?”

Okay, so James has enough money that he doesn’t have to put up with rocker antics and a fat pregnant lady? Then why does he do it? I know for a fact I wouldn’t stick around with Johnathan as a bodyguard for this many years. That would seriously put me into an early grave with how much work his bodyguards have to endure because of his shenanigans. He’s naughty. Sure, in the past few months since I’ve come into his life, he’s dropped the crazy partying level down. But I can’t imagine how bad it’s been for James over the past four years, doting on his spoiled rock star ass. No matter how much better Johnathan gets, one thing is for sure. He doesn’t take no for an answer. And even when you think he’s being a good boy, he does the polar opposite, for instance, playing with two women on an airplane. Johnathan is just one big kid with a lot of money and one hell of a voice. He still has a lot of maturing to do. Not that I have much room to talk. I may not be at the level he’s at with immaturity but I too have years of maturing to conquer.

“What? As in…. I don’t know what you want me to answer, mama.”

“Why do you keep this job if you have the means to live without all the Stricken drama?”

“Oh, well, I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I guess I like protecting people. Especially pretty, nearly naked pregnant ladies, who love to cuddle and taste like honey.” He chuckles and squeezes me into a tighter hug.

I pull my hand from his peck and grasp his hard cock in my hand through his blue boxer briefs. “Well I like that you protect a nymphomaniac pregnant lady.” I lick his peck and he groans deeply in his chest. Lightly squeezing the head of his member I massage it through the fabric.

“Mama Bear doesn’t need to be playing with my manhood. He’s perfectly happy staying hard and aching.”

“What is he aching for?” I whisper seductively, peering up this face, awaiting a reply.

He turns crimson. “I don’t know.”

Shy James is back. He’s strong and competent and sometimes confident. But when it comes to sex and talking about it, he’s rather backwards. I know it has to do with his experiences but I’m determined to convince him he’s beautiful and wonderful. Which he is. I know it and now all he needs to do is start believing it.

Removing my leg from across his stomach I climb up onto my knees next to him. Never letting go of his cock.

“James, you’re sexy, handsome, wonderful, loving, caring and perfect. You can talk to me about this. I promise I won’t make fun of you or treat you badly or make you do anything you don’t want to,” I state lovingly, staring straight into his green brown eyes, caressing the side of his face with my hand for reassurance.

“Hey Emily! Hey are you guys up? I thought I heard you.” Stacy yells.

“Yeah we’re up Stace. Be down in a minute,” I call back.

Damn-it. Sometimes that man has the worst timing. Here I could have started to mend poor James’s obviously terrorized heart and now I have to go hang with my other bestie and his boyfriend Kyle.

“I’m not done with him.” I squeeze his cock head. His boxers are even more soaked with pre-come. James’s breathing has already accelerated and by the feral look in his eyes I can tell he’s raring to go. “Can I kiss him a few times before breakfast?” I bite my lips, innocently asking permission.

He nods, eyes wide.

Slowly peeling the top of his boxers down, his cock springs free and I bend over and kiss it. My tongue ravishes the salty dampness of his smooth bulbous head. Yum. I purr in my throat as I begin to lap it over and over, French kissing it, swirling my tongue around its thickness, pecking the slit at the top and collecting the drops of pre-come oozing out. “You taste so good,” I whisper, greedily swallowing down the warm liquid.

“I’m going to make sure I get the rest of what he has to offer tonight,” I murmur rubbing my lips covered in silky juices all over his throbbing head. I’m so hot for him I’d love to ride him right now. But Mr. Cock Block downstairs will know. This is a secret between James and I, and one only we must know.

“Can I have him tonight Papa Bear?”

He nods. “Anything for my pregnant lady.” A naughty turned-on smile curls up from the corners of his lovely mouth.

“So how was your first night in the cabin treating you two love birds?” I wink at Stacy.

“Oh… you know… It was alright.” He states all nonchalantly with a wink and a sly smile.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know you two got down. I can’t complain, me and my bodyguard just had ourselves a little orgasmic session in the spare room. Okay, correction, I had the orgasms and he gave them to me. Damn, just thinking about that thick yummy tongue of his makes me tingle in my belly and between my legs. Apparently, not only the whore that lives between the folds of my vagina loves James’s mouth, my emotional body craves him as well. Sure I’ve always needed his cuddling and closeness. We’ve been doing that for months and a day without it and I feel like I might go insane. I blame it on the hormones. But now, I’m not so sure it’s the hormones and insatiable slut in my pants. My fear is that it’s my heart. I am supposed to love Johnathan and be with Johnathan. Sure we’ve had a really rough go at it thus far and his immaturity has made me literally want to pull my hair out. But I’m carrying his twins, for Christ’s sake. Not to forget the fact that he swears he’s going to marry me when this is all said and done. Whenever that may be. I’ve got ten days to get my head on straight and decide what this is or this isn’t with James. I can’t play the wishy-washy shit any longer. It’s exhausting for me and I’m sure it’s giving whiplash to the rest of the important individuals in my life.

James is cooking us all breakfast in the kitchen. I begged to do it, but after we had our little bedroom moment I think he needed some time to concentrate on other things, like a hot frying pan full of bacon. I know the feeling. If my core is screaming to release I can’t think of much else.

“How’s it coming Papa Bear?” I call from the best couch in the world. I swear, before we leave I need to have James tip this puppy upside down and find out who made his couch. I don’t care how much it cost, I need one for the condo back home. It’s huge and comfy and two people can easily lay next to the other and cuddle on it. James’s couch is nice but with him being so thick and sexy and me being a cow carrying twins, we can’t fit on his couch. Which I hate. And in turn it makes us spend more time in our bed. Not that I mind that part. I read a lot and so does he, so it suits both of our needs.

“It’s almost finished. Do you guys want waffles or pancakes?”

“Waffles.” I answer. “Pancakes.” Stacy and Kyle collectively chime in.

I give Stacy the stink-eye. He knows how much I love waffles. Okay, we all know they taste almost the same. They come from the same batter but there is something about waffles and the deep groves that allow syrup and melted butter to pool in them, which makes them all the tastier.

I get off the couch and pad my way into the kitchen.

“Don’t you dare sweet talk him, pregnant woman,” Stacy scolds playfully from the living room in the middle of some conversation with Kyle, about Kyle’s job.

“Oh shut it. I would never do such a thing.” I wag my finger at Stacy and he giggles, rolling his eyes. He knows me all too well.

“Hey need a hand?” I offer to James, who’s mixing a bowl full of Bisquick batter by hand.

“No. This is my job, my pregnant lady.” He smiles at me sweetly. Oh he’s so wonderful. Making me and my best friend breakfast. Who does that? Him… That’s who.

I peer over my shoulder and see that Kyle and Stace are so engrossed in their conversation they aren’t paying any attention to me. Amen to that.

“So are those going to be pancakes or waffles?” I perk up a brow and inch closer to him. I’m going to flirt and I’m going to win this battle. The babies want waffles and so does their mommy. Ok, I don’t know what they want, but who cares. I’m pregnant, fat and craving sugary mouthwatering maple smothered waffles. Delicious!

“I don’t know.” He smirks darkly.

Oh, somebody might be playing along with this. I peer over my shoulder again just to be sure, and yep, same as before.

I get close to James, so close my belly is touching his hip and I sneakily reach my hand under his bowl that’s in his arms and cup his cock in my hand, fondling the package that is surprisingly rather hard. It’s easy to feel over his black pj pants.

“So, Papa Bear, can I have some waffles…pppllleeeaaaaseeee.” I lay the sweetness on thick and gooey and rub my thumb over his succulent, fleshy head. My core is already dampening from the excitement. I love this flirtatiousness.

“Well…I don’t know…,” he cracks a big ear to ear grin. Which I absolutely love.

“Purdy peas,” I pout with my lip turned out, batting my eye lashes.

Damn, I’m laying it on thick. But who thought flirting over pancakes versus waffles could be so arousing or fun? Not I.

He chuckles. “You’re adorable.”

My heart thuds in my cheat. Oh wow. That was unexpected. I’m adorable? That’s what I think of when I think of James. And how he finds me adorable? How strange. It makes me feel special he feels that way. It’s better than being called sexy or hot. I know that sounds strange but adorable makes my heart sing his name. I’ve got something bad. I don’t know what it is. But I know it’s something and it’s strong and it’s all for him. Shit.

I blush and grin. “You think I’m adorable?”

“I think you’re a lot of things, my pregnant lady. That just happens to be one of the many.”

Awe! How cute is that? Why couldn’t Johnathan be like that? Or any man, for that matter.

“If you keep talking sweet to me like that I might not be able to hold out much longer and have to claim this perfect specimen.” I roll his head gently between my thumb and forefinger.

A light groan breaks through the air. “You can have him anytime you wish, my lady.”

I keep playing with him as he finishes beating the batter. I know I’ve got him close to orgasm as he begins to pant quietly as he pours the batter into the heated waffle iron. He had it sitting on the counter heating up ever since I came into the kitchen. He was just giving me a hard time. And now I’m giving him one hell of a time. Playing with his manhood in the kitchen as he attempts to cook and keep his groans and heavy breathing under wraps. This is so hot. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m close to needing to change my panties.