Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (12 page)

Now it’s eleven in the morning. I’m lying on
my back in bed staring at the flat white ceiling of my bedroom. I
don’t want to get up. And what I really don’t want to do is take
care of business that I need to do with my new friend B.O.B. Who is
resting in his little blue cotton bag tucked into my bedside
drawer. I went the whole day yesterday without touching myself. It
was too emotional of a day for me to even think about it for once.
The first time that’s happened in over a month.

When we got back last night Stacy and I
checked over the bags of goodies Claire sent me home with. Some
cool items in them like tennis shoes, a men’s brand of eyeliner,
nail polish, clothes, two guitar straps, sports drinks and energy
drinks and a bunch of others including condom’s from a company that
I’ve never heard of. They specialize in flavored and colored
condoms. Weird.

Afterward we all ate BLT’s that I made,
including James who stayed until well after I came to bed last
night. It was a relaxing day following the Johnathan fiasco in the
morning. I still can’t believe he’s on board with the whole baby
thing. It’s beyond my comprehension right now. Maybe it was the
initial shock and he’ll change his mind later? I can’t be sure.
Although I’m just happy to say I’m happy if he’s happy. I haven’t
been able to stop thinking about him since I dropped him off and I
haven’t spoken with him since. Which is kind of odd.

So now I get to have my morning date with
B.O.B and get on with my day. Maybe I should call Claire instead?
Maybe she’s available for me this morning? That would be better
than screwing myself with a ribbed vibrator. Naw, she’s probably
working and so is Johnathan. I’ll have to go at this alone.

I roll to my side reach over and slide open
my bedside drawer that stores my nook, my iPod, ear buds a few
books and my B.O.B. with his cleaning spray and Kleenex. I pull him
out and untie the little knot at the top. I reach in and there he
is. My beautiful pink toy, the one that gets the job done.

A knock sounds at the door. I throw bob down
on the bed and cover him with a sheet.

“Yes?” I croak out.

Jesus, could I sound any hornier? I can’t
help it. I’d like to. But I can’t. My core is needy all the time
and my pussy is already sopping wet and I just woke up. I’m like a
man with a morning wood.

“Em, it’s me can I come in?”

“Yeah, Stace.”

He opens the door and pops in, standing at
the end of the bed. I look over and shit! My bedside drawer is open
and B.O.B case is laying on the nightstand. How obvious can that
be?

He peers over and notices. “Am I
interrupting?”

I sit up in bed tucking the blanket around my
nether regions, and shake my head. “No. I’m fine. What’s up?” I ask
sweetly in my normal voice.

That’s much better.

“We are leaving on the jet at two out of LAX
and I wanted to take you to lunch beforehand. It’s been a long few
days, so I thought we could have some best friend time before we
get back to the rock and roll lifestyle.” He says with a sexy smile
only Stacy could have. He’s so damn adorable! How could I stay in
bed another minute and say no to a face like that?

“Okay, I’ll get up and shower and pack. But
what do I wear on the tour? I know I have to ‘look the image’” I
air quote. “But my tummy is too big to wear jeans comfortably.”

“Just pack some dresses. Who cares if people
see your body? You’re hot and pregnant.”

“Yeah but I look like I’m fat. I don’t
exactly look like I’m pregnant yet. I have a pooch that sticks out
a little. That doesn’t count.”

“Then pack the A lines or something like
that. Not the skintight ones. Just leave the jeans here and maybe
when we’re gone if we have time we can drop by a couple maternity
clothing stores to get you mommy clothes.”

“Fine.” I sigh. “Now get, so I can get up,
shower and pack.” I wave him away.

He leaves and I spend the next twenty minutes
picking through my closet selecting a weeks’ worth of clothes and
tossing them into my red suitcase. I make sure to pack extra
underwear, B.O.B; who’s going to be lonely for a few more hours and
flats along with a couple pairs of heels. I take a shower ans get
prettied up. Not that it matters because I’m going to spend most of
the day in a plane and then in a hotel. Tomorrows the gig. I throw
on a pair of black slacks and a white, bright tattoo print tank,
red dangle earrings and bracelet. I put my hair up into a messy
pony and wear actual makeup today. To rock myself out. I finish off
my ensemble with a pair of red peep toe kitten heels. I give myself
a once over in the mirror. I look pretty damn good for being twelve
and a half weeks prego with twins. My skin does have that natural
glow. But my little nub in my pants is still screaming it hates me.
Too fucking bad, the greedy bitch will have to wait until
later.

I meet up with Stace in the living room, he’s
waiting for me and James is right next to him.

“You two ready to hit it?” I say rounding the
corner.

“Hot damn!” Stace whistles. “You look sexy as
hell.”

James eyes me and nods.

“Well thank ya.” I curtsy and chuckle,
blushing. I flash them a big toothy smile. I love to feel good and
I really do today.

I follow James out and Stacy locks up. We’re
driving the suburban again.

“How long until we stop to eat? I’m starving
and I need to make a quick call.” I ask once we’re on the road.

“We’re not going to stop until we get close
to LAX and with it being Tuesday and lunch hour it’ll be a while.”
Stacy calls from the front. James is driving but for some reason
Stacy took the passenger seat.

I snatch out my iPhone slide through the
display and find the woman’s number I’ve been dying to talk to
since yesterday. I decide to call her office.

It rings twice.

“Hello Ms. Kennedy’s, office how may I help
you?” a woman answers.

“Yes, I’m calling to speak to Ms. Kennedy.
This is a business matter.” I say in my most professional speaking
voice. Truth be told it’s not. I just want to hear her
sweetness.

“Ms. Kennedy’s in a meeting right now. Can I
please have your name so I can leave her a message?”

Damnit! I guess I won’t be speaking with her
after all. I slump in the seat, bummed.

“Yes, could you please tell her Emily Bronwyn
called? It’s not urgent so she doesn’t need to call back if she
doesn’t want to. I can speak with her later.”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you
Ms. Bronwyn I will patch you right over to her. It’ll just be a
moment.”

She clicks me over before I can tell her not
to worry about it. And classical music fills my ear.

Ok? That was weird.

“Hello beautiful.” Claire answers. That
angelic voice of hers is amazing.

“Um…Hi… I told your receptionist not to bug
you. I’m sorry.” I tug the hem of my shirt. I feel kind of bad to
interrupt her meeting. But she sounds so sexy on the phone.

“Nonsense, Eva knows to patch you through no
matter what. So what’s up babe? Everything okay?”

I clear my throat. “Yeah, I just wanted to
hear your voice. We haven’t talked since…well you know. I just
wanted to touch base make sure everything’s alright. I’m heading
out of town on the tour after lunch….Shit. I’m sorry I shouldn’t
have called, really. I don’t have any update on the guys wanting to
ads yet. I will talk to them when we’re gone.” I sound all fidgety
on the phone. She makes me nervous especially if I am being a
dumbass, like I am right now.

“Is my sweetheart missing me?” I can hear a
smile in her tone. “I didn’t call babe because I didn’t want to
sound clingy. Where are you having lunch?”

I’m her sweetheart? Since when? I know we
have sex and it’s amazing but I didn’t think she wanted me that
much to call me ‘her’ sweetheart. I think I might have a boyfriend
and a girlfriend now. Well if that’s what you’d call both Johnathan
and Claire. It’s weird from both sides. But I like Claire in a more
than a friend’s way and I love Johnathan. My life is so damn
complicated and I do it to myself.

“I don’t know? Why?”

“I’ll come meet you. If I can’t see my girl
for a few days I’ll skip out of here for a while so I can.”

God she’s really sweet! Seeing her and then
seeing Johnathan is going to kill my core. I am going to be
screaming for more of a release than I am now. Maybe I should tell
her no because if we’re in public it’s not like I can do anything
about my horniness and seeing her will defiantly make it ten times
worse. She always looks so soft and beautiful when I see her.

“Hold on.”

I cover my hand over the receiver. “Hey
Stace.”

“Yeah.”

“Can Claire meet us for lunch? If so where
are we going?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Um….tell her to meet us
at Brewster’s on Airport.”

I uncover the receiver.

“Stacy says to meet us at Brewster’s on
Airport.”

“Okay, I’ll head out now.”

“Wait, aren’t you in a meeting?” I ask
quickly before she hangs up.

“Yes, but it’s just the three of us. They can
come back later. I’m going to see you. I’ll be there shortly. Don’t
wait up if I’m late just get a table. Okay beautiful? I’ll see you
soon. Can’t wait.” She’s excited her voice is airy with sweet
static.

She doesn’t wait for me to reply, she ends
the call.

Twenty minutes later and we are now just
pulling into Brewster’s, it’s like a bar and grill kind of place.
We’re close to the airport. James gets out and opens the door for
me. I slide out and Claire’s standing by the front entrance looking
sexy as ever in a black well-tailored business suit, crisp white
shirt unbuttoned at the top, silver dangle earrings and her
beautiful brown hair straight and flowing down her back. She’s on
her cell phone.

I make my way over towards her across the
parking lot.

“I gotta go, my dates here.” She says and
hangs up. “Well hello my beautiful.” She greets me with a big sexy
smile, walking my way. She wraps her arms around my waist and grabs
my ass with her hand, pulling me closer to her our pelvises
meeting. My belly does a big flip-flop. What an invitation. Holy
shit she’s hot! My clit just jerked in my panties. I knew this was
going to be bad but damn it’s really bad. I wiggle a little to
adjust myself, the line of my pants is riding too high in my clef
and making it impossible to stop the thumping between my legs. My
core is screaming her name.

“Hi Claire.” I smile and wrap my arms around
her neck for a hug. I press my swollen breasts against hers, laying
my head tenderly on her delicate shoulder. Nuzzling my nose in the
crook of her neck, I inhale her scent. She smells wonderful like
oranges and honey. I kiss her neck softly with my lips. Her skin is
like heaven, warm, soft and silky smooth. She kneads my ass with
her hands and I hold onto her. I don’t want to let go. She’s my
safe place. The warmth I want in my bed without any problems or
worries.

I kiss her neck again and gently lick her
skin. It tastes so good. A groan bellows in her throat. “Babe I
missed you.” She says holding me close.

“Ah hem.” Stacy clears his throat. Oh shit I
forgot I came with him.

I pull away and stand so I can introduce them
again.

“Sorry. Stace. You remember Claire?” he nods
and extends his hand. She takes it and they shake.

“Hello, Stacy. Thank you for letting me tag
along. I’m sad I won’t be seeing this beauty for a few days.” She
reaches my behind and squeezes. The burning in my belly gets worse.
I swallow hard. My nipples are begging to be played with. Jesus,
how does she do it?

Taking in a deep breath I say, “And this fine
man is James.” I introduce.

“Hello, James.”

He nods politely his hands clasped in front
of himself. “Ms. Kennedy.”

We all enter the bar and are seated quickly
even though the place is packed. I read through the menu. I am
starving. I sit in a booth next to Claire and Stacy and James sit
opposite of us. We’ve ordered our drinks and our waitress is pretty
and well-spoken although I can’t help but notice her trying to look
down Claire’s top. Jeeze, I know she’s fucking hot but seriously
stop gawking at her! Oh please don’t tell me I am getting attached.
This isn’t good. I don’t do jealous with her. That’s the rules. I
like her, we have sex and that’s it.

“Looks like our waitress is gay.” Stacy
chimes in after she leaves.

Holy shit! Stace really? We need to make it
that obvious?

“Why’s that?” Claire asks with a sweet smile,
her pouty lips are perfect. God, I love that voice. I want that
voice. I need to have it cloned and implanted.

“I was checking her out and she was checking
you out. So she obviously likes pussy.” He states bluntly.

“Sorry Claire, ignore Stacy. He has no
manners.” I shoot him a hard stare. “He’s also not used to having
to complete with someone else. He’s usually the hottest one of the
group.”

He chuckles. “That’s not true Em, and you
know it. Men stare at you all the time.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

Our waitress returns to take our orders. Son
of a bitch she’s trying to look down Claire’s top again. Seriously
lady, are you that fucking desperate that you have to blatantly
stare at her tits? I know their beautiful I’ve had them in my hands
a time or two. I’m about to grow some balls and show this woman
that Claire is mine. But I don’t want Claire to think I’m
possessive. That’s a Jonathan thing not an Emily thing. I so don’t
want to be like him in that department. He takes it to another
level. Fuck what is wrong with me? Maybe it’s the hormones?
Shit.

“I’d like the Caesar salad with chicken and a
side of garlic bread.” Claire orders delicately. The men order
next.