Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) (14 page)

“James!” I shriek.

He shoots up in bed with huge eyes. “What? Are you okay? Are the babies?”

“I’m fine
,
” I giggle. “The babies just kicked.” I rub my tummy, and with my free hand I grab his and hold it to where I felt the movement. I’ve gotten little flutters in my tummy over the past few weeks but not much else.

Another small kick pushes in the same spot and his eyes light up, with a huge megawatt smile plastered across his handsome face. Bending over on his knees
,
he places his lips just above my tummy. “Hello children, I see that you want mama to start feeling you today.” He kisses them and pulls my tank up, so my skin is exposed. “I love you three so much. I hope you two behave and give mama the rest she deserves. But when I’m around I want you to kick so Papa Bear can feel you.”

And a baby rolls inside when he talks to them and I smile. Apparently they picked today to be the day they show what those little legs are capable of. Couldn’t have been better timing. So much for sexy time and this is much better than that. I get to experience this first time with him. With my James, my bodyguard, my friend, my sort of lover. Should I text Johnathan to tell him about the babies? No, it’ll just make him jealous. I’ll tell him later.

I smooth the sides of James’s face with the back of my hand in slow loving strokes. His lips rest on my belly, his hand in mine, his other rubbing my stretched skin. A tear of happiness trails down my cheek. How did I ever get so lucky? My heart jumps out of my chest and crashes into the most wonderful man that I know I am in love with. I’ve been pondering my feelings about him for weeks. Then the sexual stuff kicks in and I find out he feels for me, which just gives me the extra oomph to recognize my feelings towards him. I do love Johnathan but with James it’s completely different. He treats me like a princess, he cherishes me and I feel safe with him. I trust him implicitly. That kind of puts a huge roadblock in Johnathan and my’s relationship but I can’t help the way James makes me feel. In this moment, here and now, I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else but him. He’s perfect in every way. And that’s not my hormones talking or my nymphomaniac need to be sexually consumed. It’s me, Emily Bronwyn completely coming to terms with my true feelings. Ones of which I don’t question or worry about.

I lie and watch, as my special man loves my tummy and whispers loving thoughts and antidotes to the babies inside. Tears slowly break free of my eyes as I’m overwhelmed with love and happiness. His affections are focused on nothing but them in this moment. In many moments he is nothing but a part of them and them apart of him. It’s been that way for months. I just never opened my eyes like I am now. Every day he speaks to the babies. Every day he caresses my stomach and makes me feel special. Just like every day he holds me and kisses my head and warms me with his gentle caring heart consuming my soul in its entirety.

Pulling away my stomach with a final kiss, he breaks the cherished moment and glances up at me. I wipe my eyes.

“Awe Mama Bear, what’s wrong?”

“You’re so perfect James. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” I break into a fit of tears and meltdown into a ball of hormonal joy.

He pulls me onto my side and I find my favorite place on the planet. His warm sultry cedar scented chest to cuddle and kiss. I peck his warmth over and over as his arms envelop me, holding me to his side. My belly tucked against his hip.

“I feel the same way, Emily. I love you. And when I say that I don’t mean love as in family. I am in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a very long time,” he says in almost a whisper and kisses head. Holding his lips into my red hair.

I choke back a sob. “I’m in love with you too.”

“You are?” He murmurs like it’s a huge secret.

I nod. “Yes.”

We don’t say another word and I hold onto him and absorb his scent and calming aura. My own personal brand of Xanax by the name of Calvin James. There is nothing better in the world.

***

“Emily. Emily.” I get shaken. “Emily.”

I open my eyes. Oh shit, I fell asleep.

“Hi.” I smile when I realize I’m still in James’s arms and my head is resting on his chest.

“I guess we both kind of fell asleep again.” He peers over at the clock. “It’s nearly two in the afternoon and you’ve not eaten. We need to feed you.”

I kiss his chest and lean up. “Okay,” I pout.

“Don’t give me that. The babies need to eat. I’ll get some food and you take a shower or a bath.”

“Okay. Just don’t be long,” I whine. God when did I all of a sudden become a clingy pregnant lady?

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “I promise I won’t, now get cleaned up.”

I listen and crawl off my side of the bed and take to the tub. It’s just easier to soak in hot water, or my own filth as it seems, than standing in a hot shower. I’ve never been a huge shower fan anyhow. Tubs all the way.

I finish my bath after scrubbing extra well in my nether regions and shave the few spots on my body that I’m able.

I get out of the tub, dry off with a plush blue towel and wrap it around my head. The nice thing about staying at this place is we get linen drop off every three days. No laundry for me to do. Thank the heavens.

Naked, I open the door to the bathroom. Holy shit! He did not!

The bedroom is lit with a dozen candles, the window covered in blankets to block the sun, darkening the room. He’s kneeling on the bed, naked, a sheet sits on top along with sandwiches resting on plates, grape juice in wine glasses and a huge smile on his heartwarming face.

“What did you do?” I blush, feeling completely taken back by this romantic gesture. I’ve never had anyone so sweet. Sure, Claire wooed me a few times but this is way more than that.

“I wanted to romance you, my beautiful lover.”

I start to cry, again. Jesus, Mary and Joseph what is up with me and the water works today?

“You’re so sweet.” I swallow hard, trying to contain my emotions.

“Only for you baby. Only for you.” He smiles and waves me over. I pull the towel from my hair, dropping it to the floor and saunter my way over to the side of the bed. He reaches out his hand and helps me up. Pulling me into his lap I tuck my legs into each other and he wraps his arms around me, lightly rocking as our bodies meld together.

“Here.” He hands me my vitamin and then a wine glass filled with grape juice. Which I never knew we had.

“Thank you, when did you get the juice?” I wiggle in his lap, giving him a hard time.

“The other day when I left to run to the store and pick up a few snacks for you. I sort of planned all of this.”

“You did? But how did you know...” I shake my head. It doesn’t matter how he knew I felt the same for him. All that matters is we are here now in our own little James and Emily world. For only six more days but these six days are going to go down in my books as some of the best of my life. I’m sure of it.

His lips graze the side of my ear as I drink down my pill with the yummy sparkling grape juice. He upped his game with this kind. It’s scrumptious.

“When you’re sleeping Emily, you talk sometimes and a few times you’ve said some things that made me think you felt the same.”

I stiffen. What the hell? I talk in my sleep? Since when? Is this another product of being pregnant? A side effect?

 
Chewing my lip, and ask hesitantly. “Like what?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

I nod slowly.

“You’ve cuddled up next to me a few times and rubbed your face against my skin talking about how this is your favorite place in the world. Once you told me you loved me. And another time you told me I was the man of your dreams.”

My eyes widen. Holy cow!

I chuckle nervously “Well I guess my subconscious knew it before I did.”

His arms encase me tighter and he kisses my shoulder. “I guess both of ours did.”

“I know it’s complicated in our lives James, but when I say I’m in love with you I mean it. I hope you realize that. I care for Johnathan but it’s not the same. I don’t want you thinking it is, because it’s not. I thought I was in love with Johnathan and then I found I was pregnant with his babies. So I was sure I had to be and maybe I was, or maybe I was more immature than I am now. I don’t really know. I wish I did. But what I do know is I do love you very much.” My heart thuds in my chest in agreement. “I want to savor our time together here and when we go back to California, we will have to figure stuff out. If you want, that is,” I taper off, not sure what he might want.

“I think we should just savor our time. If things work out in California, then they will. If not, I know I’ll die a happy man having spent these past months with you.” He cups my breasts in his hands and massages them, paying attention to not touch my tender nipples.

I rock my bottom against his hardened length and his pre-come coats my skin.

“Oh,” he moans.

I rock against it more.

“Oh Emily we have to stop, you need to eat.” He releases my breasts and snatches up a sandwich off a plate and hands it to me. I take it and tear off a little piece and reach up to his mouth over my shoulder, offering him a bite.

He shakes his head. “No. It’s for you.”

I huff. “No, we will share it.”

Opening his mouth I lay the small piece of food inside and he chews it with a warm smile.

I take a bite and we play the back and forth feeding through two whole sandwiches, as he holds me and I feed him. Each time I place another piece into his mouth he groans in appreciation and after a few bites he begins to suck on my fingers with each offering. Awakening the wetness between my folds. By the last bite I am panting so hard I can’t think straight.

I reach up and start to pluck my own nipple and he sucks onto my neck. “Oh James,” I moan, opening my neck for him.

“Lay down sweetheart.” He coaxes me off his lap onto the bed and helps me to lie on my side. In one quick motion he flings the plates and sheet off the bed with a loud crash, leaving us with our comforter and our wine glasses on the nightstand.

 
Curling up behind me, his cock presses against my butt cheeks as he spoons with me. His arm cupping my breast. Opening my legs a little I adjust against his erection and it fits between my butt cheeks, the thick head rests right outside the entrance to my greedy core.

Warm succulent lips are pressed to my neck and I sigh at the gentle contact. I love having him hold me. His thick tattooed body protecting me.

“Make love to me,” I whisper and suddenly his once soothing body begins to tremble. “James?”

“Yes?” he croaks out, obviously not ready for this.

I grab his hand that’s fondling my breast and pull it over my heart. Pressing it to the organ that belongs to him. “We can do this. Your cock is beautiful. It’s not ugly. You’re beautiful. Everything about you is amazing. I promise I won’t regret this. I promise I want this,” I reassure him.

“He hasn’t been inside of anyone for so long.” He whispers outside my ear, his voice filled with trepidation.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes. Only with you.” He kisses my neck and settles his nose against my skin. His hot quickened breaths set my desire ablaze.

I open my leg and reach between pressing the head of his perfect cock against my needy, wet and desperate hole.

Pulling back slightly, he moves so the head is angled just right and he pushes back and slowly his head opens my sex and the length of his cock is sheathed with my warm silken core.

Holding onto me harder his body trembling, he moans as he inches his way inside me and once he's filled me to the brink, he freezes. I wrap my hands around his arms to hold him to me. This is so special and he feels so good.

“Thank you,” he whispers, still shaking.

“It’s just us James. It’s just us.” I reassure him, to calm his nerves. I can’t imagine how difficult this is. Spending years feeling lesser of a man because of an injury. An injury that left him stronger and more beautiful than anyone I know.

Slowly he eases back out of my slick hole and pushes back in. I moan as I let him hold and cherish me. We both are breathing heavy and I can feel my body on the brink of explosion. Picking up speed and he finally breaks his tension and rides the rails of ecstasy with me. Both of us moaning as he plunges in and out of me in long loving strokes.

“I’m close, James,” I wail. I’m almost there. Oh god he feels so good. He’s filling me up. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. The ridge of his scar is massaging my walls and making me need him more.

“Come for me sweetheart. Come.” He sucks my neck hard and my grip on his arm tightens. Oh fuck!

“More James, I need more,” I beg. Quickly he picks up pace and thrusts into me with force but not too much. Just enough to send me crashing over the edge.

“I’m… oh god… Yes James. Oh Calvin… Oh…god. Yes…” I squeeze his arm, imbedding my nails into his skin and my walls of my pussy contract, sucking him in. I jerk and explode around him, squirting my juices all over the bed and his cock. I convulse uncontrollably as I scream out his name, over and over with each never-ending wave of wonderful ecstasy.