Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) (19 page)

“I’ll call James and see if he can come to help. I’ve got another meeting in an hour and I can’t leave you alone. And Stacy is working some major deal with a few different companies that will tie him up for the remainder of the week. He’s moving in next week sometime so you’ll have him at your beck and call then.”

“Don’t call James. I’ll do it. I don’t want him to come if he’s busy or doesn’t want to. Plus, I think I should be the one to tell him he’s moving. That’s only fair,” I offer sweetly.

I’m dreading making a call to James but I need to talk to him eventually and I do need the help.

Johnathan sits and rubs my calf on the end of the bed as we chat a little longer and he slides a credit card onto the nightstand, telling me to buy some furniture online to fill this giant house. He kisses my cheek before he leaves and I feel a little better where we stand. At least he’s not proposing marriage. I love the idea of being in the same house as a family. I just don’t think I can do the romance part with him. Once upon a time I prayed for that. But now, I don’t at all. I love Johnathan deeply. Just not the in love part. Sure, I find him gorgeous and yummy and sweet. But we’ve been through too much and I’ve fallen head over heels with James. And whether James thinks it true or not, it’s not going to change. Although I do owe it to everyone to at least feel out Johnathan and I’s connection. Sometimes due diligence pays off in the end.

I grab my phone from my nightstand and hit James’s number.

“Hello, Ms. Bronwyn,” he answers on the third ring.

“Well, hello to you too, lover.”

He might be a little too formal but I’m not going to buy into his formality. I’m going to try and act like I normally would. Minus the sex and orgasms part.

“Can I help you?” He’s still formal.

“Yes, I would like it if this man I’m in love with would stop being distant with me and come take care of his Mama Bear, who is now on strict bed rest. And who just so happens to be missing her cuddle bear. Plus, the twins need someone to talk to them. I think they are missing Papa Bear too.” I smile, as I think about him talking to my belly. It’s been nearly two days without him talking to them. I miss it and I’m sure they probably do too.

“Isn’t Johnathan taking care of his family?” His voice is full of melancholy.

“Johnathan is doing his job and working. I also won’t let him take care of me.”

“You mean you’ve not had sex or reconciled?”

I chuckle. Oh James and your insecurities. “Nope. Not even a kiss on the lips. And I’ve not seen him much since he dropped me off at our new house that you are also going to be moving into. If you want to, that is. I had Davis take me to the doctors yesterday and that’s when I found out I’m dilating and I can’t leave the bed.”

He growls into the phone. “You went alone?”

I nod even though he can’t see me. “Yes.”

“Sweetheart, you should have called me; I would have taken you. You shouldn’t have done that by yourself. Johnathan should have known better.” Now James is full of anger.

“He wanted to give you time off work and I couldn’t argue with him. So Davis took me.”

He grunts this time and breathes heavily into the phone. “I don’t want time off work. I’ve ran twenty three miles the past day and a half trying to get you off my mind and for my body to calm down.”

“Why?”

“I love you, that’s why. I need to take care of you. It’s been months that I’ve shared a bed with you and woken up next to you every single day. Months, Emily. I don’t like being away from you or the babies. I didn’t get to talk to them yesterday and it took me and about three hours at the gym lifting weights to calm down enough not to feel like I might be going insane. I’m calm all the time. I’m known to have my shit together. But I’m frantic on the inside if I don’t see you. It scares the shit out of me when you’re out somewhere and I’m not with you. I don’t trust another person to protect you.”

My heart blooms. Awe, my Bear loves me. He’s right, he’s the epitome of cool, calm and collected. But with the vibe he’s giving off, he is anything but at this moment.

“I don’t know where this house is. But call Davis and I’m sure he’ll give you the information. We can’t have sex anymore James, I’m not allowed, but I do need my cuddle buddy.”

We talk for a few more moments and he calms down a little. I can tell he’s on a major adrenaline high. I guess we have some more talking to do when he gets here. I know I’m uneasy about us. I can’t imagine how he’s feeling right about now.

I get up, pee, shower, call my mom and chat about the babies and my bed rest for a little while. I missed talking to her while we were on vacation. But we had no cell reception. She’s doing well and my dad’s great as always. They have an amazing marriage. I could only hope to have a little bit of the happiness that they have when I get to be their age.

***

“Emily!” I hear the most wonderful voice call.

“I’m in here,” I yell so loud my voice hurts.

“You’re in here?” James says, walking into the little house.

“Yes.” I call from the bedroom.

He opens the white door and pops his head in. A genuine ear-to-ear smile is plastered on his face and he nearly sprints to my side and pulls me into his arms.

“Oh, I missed you.” He kisses the top of my head. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold my head to his chest.

“I missed you too, Papa Bear,” I mutter and kiss his chest, soaking up his warmth, inhaling his perfect scent. I’ve missed him so much.

Releasing me, he climbs into his side of the bed and I instinctively lay my head on his thick budging chest. He winces a little and settles in as I nuzzle my face in.

“It’s a little tender, I pumped some major iron yesterday.”

“Do you want me to rub it?” I bite my lip, holding back a laugh. There’s a lot more than his chest that I’d like to rub. Something round and long, would be a lot nicer.

“No sweetheart I’ll be okay. And I heard that little naughty perk in your voice. No, you may not rub him either,” he states in a rather hard tone.

“If I can’t have orgasms, James, I don’t want to deprive you of them. I’d love to at least be able to drink some of my favorite protein.” I giggle. I can’t believe I said that. It sounds so dirty and wrong. But I can’t help that it’s one hundred percent true.

Rubbing the side of my body, he kisses my head again. “No. If you can’t come. I can’t either.” He states decisively.

“That’s not fair. You’re going to deprive my taste buds of your come because I can’t orgasm? I want to drink it, Papa Bear. I want some. Give Mama Bear some… please.” I whine. I sound like a little two year old begging for some candy. I can’t help it. I refuse to go another few months without at least a little bit of his apple flavored salty goodness.

“Does it really mean that much to you?”

I nod and pout out my lip. “Yes.”

He sighs and I tug onto his warmth tighter. God, I really missed this. Whoever thought a day wouldn’t be painful to be apart is full of shit. I felt like I was dying.

“Listen James, I can’t have any orgasms. I’ve caught myself twice, close to fingering myself or flicking my bic. I know I’m not going to do it and it’s going to be hard not to. But knowing I please you will make it all better. I’ll live vicariously through you.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “If you want me to shoot off as many loads as you do orgasms a day I will be spent by the end of the week.”

I laugh. Yeah, he’s probably right.

“Okay. Partially through you,” I correct with a bright smile. “How about I do that now, then you can talk to the babies and then we can sit here in bed and find some furniture to fill this mansion.”

“This house isn’t that big.”

I scoff a laugh. “Funny. No seriously. The main house is gigantic and it has a pool and sits right on the beach. You’re going to love living here.”

A grumpy groan bellows in his chest. “I’m not so sure I’m going to like my employer Johnathan, shaking up with the woman I love.”

I pat his chest. “It’s going to work out for the good. I promise.” I kiss his check and slowly tickle my fingers down his rippling abs and I flip open the buckle of his pants and unbutton them, pulling the zipper down in the process. I’ve got some damn skills. Yah me!

I lick my lips. Oh yes. I am going to suck on this big yummy cock. Fuck, I’m wet. Oh well. I lift the edge of his boxer briefs and feed my hand down into the top. His cock is already hard and I grasp him in my hand giving it a nice loving pull from root to tip. I love the way it feels in my hand and apparently he does too because a moan escapes his perfect lips.

I lean up a little and press my mouth to his, my hand still wrapped around his thick member. Our lips lock and I groan appreciatively. I missed those warm things on my mouth.

“I love you,” I whisper, swirling the pre-come around the head of his cock.

“I love you more sweetheart. You’re everything to me.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and his greedy teeth nibble it as I about come undone. Okay, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“I want to suck him,” I purr, as I pull my lips from his. God, I love this man. He’s so fucking perfect and so sexy.

“Lay on your back and I’ll feed him to you. You’re not supposed to be doing a lot of work.”

I giggle like a school girl and listen. I take my hand back and lay down. Sliding off the side of the bed he tugs his pants down to around his ankles and his cock springs free. Oh yes, I love that thing.

Kneeling back on the bed he grabs the back of my head and angles his cock down so it fits between my lips. I suck the head in and his body shakes. “Oh Emily,” He moans, throwing his head back.

Eagerly with haste I suck him further down into my throat and suck him hard. Savoring his perfect flavor. I pull him back out with a smile.

“Papa Bear please fuck my mouth. Grab the back of my head and fuck it. I can’t make love to you with my pussy. But you can fuck my mouth.” I lick my lips, peering up into his glassy feral eyes.

He nods and grabs the back of my hair slowly feeding his length back into my mouth. He pumps in and out in even thrusts as I ravish his perfect cock, moaning in my throat. Shit, I love this. His pace quickens but he’s careful and loving.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He pants.

I nod and keep my eyes locked into his. “I’m going to feed you. Papa Bear’s going to feed you.”

I purr in my throat that’s stuffed with his cock. I want this so bad. My core wants him inside my tight hole but I’ll settle for this. God, he’s so sexy.

“Arr! Fuck!” He hollers and unloads. A burst of hot steamy come shoots into my mouth and I swallow it down. Followed by more long spurts of his deliciousness. Yes! I love this.

He stops and I suck the head, milking the rest of the protein out. His body convulses and slowly he pulls his still hard member from my wanton mouth. I need more of that. Maybe he’ll give me more.

I pout my bottom lip.

“Oh no you don’t. I’ll give you more
, later, sweetheart.” He winks at me and gets off the bed.

“But…I want more now,” I whine, licking my lips. Savoring the lingering flavor in my mouth. He tastes so good.

He chuckles. “If you’re going to put all that sexual energy you can’t spend on yourself on me, I’ll have a heart attack. I’m not a spring chicken anymore, my pregnant lady. I’ll feed you my come once a day, maybe twice. But I can’t do more than that. I’ve only got one nut to produce that stuff you apparently like so much.”

“Love so much,” I correct with a dirty smile. Christ, I’m horny as hell right now. I need a cold shower. No, I need an orgasm. But I’ll settle for nothing. I can’t hurt the babies. That’s all that matters.

He zips up his pants and crawls back into bed next to me but focuses his energy on the two little beings awaiting his daily chat. Holding the sides of my bump, he presses his lips to it and starts to talk. I relax and enjoy the sight like I always do. I love this part of my day. He tells them stories, recites poems, tells them how much he loves them, and lately they respond when he talks by kicking or fluttering around in my belly. There is nothing better than having the most sexy, adorable man talking to your babies.

Twenty minutes pass and he finishes his talk with them and kisses them for the hundredth time. I pull the laptop from the nightstand and he grabs me some food and then slides up next to me.

“Eat,” he orders taking the computer from me and sliding a turkey sandwich and salt and vinegar chips into my lap.

“I didn’t know I had these.” I feed a delicious chip into my mouth.

“I brought them. I know what my woman likes.” He leans over and kisses my cheek.

“You’re too sweet.” I lean my head onto his shoulder as he begins the furniture search on the computer. I watch as I eat and relax next to him. I love this. “James, if we live here, how is the sleeping going to happen? I don’t want to be without you and I can’t very well sleep in bed with you anymore. We’re not at the condo. Not unless we want to tell Johnathan and risk you being fired or breaking his heart.”

“You’re not ready for us yet, sweetheart. I can tell. When you are, you’ll know.”

I frown. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is it because I don’t want to create more stress? One second I think I can try to date Johnathan for the sake of the kids and then James comes back into my life and I’m sure I can’t live without him. Oh… That’s it… He’s right. I’m still a little wishy-washy. Man, he’s sure is smart.