“Well hello, my future husband.”
“Hello my future wife. Now, I had them bring in some beef broth and some Jell-O for you to eat.”
I look around and frown. “Where’s my mom?”
“She’ll be back tomorrow. You’ve slept most of the day and she came back after Cammy left with Dylan. I had Davis drive her to the condo about an hour ago.”
He pushes my hospital table closer and I cringe. I don’t want broth. I want real food.
“I know it’s gross but eat it and tomorrow we’ll make sure you get a regular diet after they take out the catheter.”
I huff. “Fine. But I want a prize for being a good little girl and eating all this.” I wink at him with a naughty smirk.
He shakes his head and chuckles. “If you eat every bit of this I’ll let you have what you want.”
Hell yes he will! I yank the table to me, pick up the soup, dip my finger into it and test its temperature. Luke warm, so I grab it and drink it down in one long gulp. Then I grab the Jell-O and jam my spoon into it and in three big giant bites it’s down and I’m ready for some cock.
“All done. Now give me.” I wave my hand for him to come over and push the table away.
He laughs deep and throaty. “So eager.” He unzips his fly as he’s just out of reach from me and pulls that beautiful scarred cock out of his boxer briefs and it’s already hard as a rock.
I lick my lips as he strokes its length up and down, teasing me. I can see the little bead of come oozing from the top and my mouth waters. Yum. I want some of that.
“Give me him now, husband,” I bark impatiently.
“Now, now. A sick lady has to wait for her medicine. Be patient.”
Oh he did not just tell me to wait for that delicious cock. I can’t.
I cough. “Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.
“Poor patient. What will I ever do?” He shoots me a crooked smile and I begin to pant in torturous anticipation. I never thought in all my years I’d love to suck dick. But I do. Oh so much.
“I need you to administer my medicine into my mouth… please doctor,” I purr.
He takes a step and squeezes the head of his penis. A few weeks ago and he wouldn’t have ever thought to even show me it, let alone tease me. He’s coming around. I love it, almost as much as I love him.
“Don’t waste that juiciness, doctor. I don’t want to miss out on all my medicine. Unless you’d like to administer more afterward.” I wag by eyebrow at him and bite my lip, staring innocently into his eyes.
I reach out and he finally gives in and gets up onto the side of the bed so his cock as at my mouth level. I swirl my tongue over the bead of silkiness and swallow it with greed. Encasing his head with my lips, I savor his flavors and pull it back out.
“Doctor I’m a little achy. Can you please do some work so I can get my medication in a timely manner.” I ask, running my velvet tongue around and around his thick fleshy head.
“Would the patient like the doctor to administer by injection?”
I nod and he grabs the back of my head and pushes his length all the way into the back of my throat and his body shudders. I purr in my chest, loving the feeling of being filled by him.
Slowly he humps his member in and out of my eager awaiting mouth. I grab his ass with my hands and knead the softness with my fingers. I love touching him. Picking up the pace, he starts to grind into my mouth and I moan as I can feel his cock stiffen more.
“I’m going to feed you sweetheart. Do you want some?” He moans lightly.
And I nod, sucking harder.
“Oh yes, sweetheart. I’m going to come.” He thrusts into my mouth hard and his deliciousness is injected into my mouth in long hot bursts. I swallow him down drop by drop and suck onto the tip, taking every bit down into my stomach.
Pulling back, his beautiful manhood falls and he hides him back into his pants. I whine but I know I can have more later.
“Cuddle with me.” I pat the space beside me and scoot over so he can fit. His body is huge but I’m going to make room. I want to be with my Teddy Bear.
“Anything for you, my perfect lover.” He scoots in next to me and cradles me in his arms. My head on his chest. My favorite place in the entire world. I inhale in and just like always, he smells perfect — like cedar and mint. Like my perfect soothing man. Calvin James, my soon to be husband. Who I’m going to cuddle and love on as he stays with me and we enjoy each other the best we can in this crappy hospital room for the next few months awaiting the arrival of the babies.
Thank you for Reading Stricken Trust
Book #3 of the Stricken Rock Series
Stay Tuned for Stricken Resolve the final installment of the Stricken Series.
RESOLVE
-Book Four-
Chapter One
~Johnathan~
Being the man everybody loves to hate isn’t always the best feeling in the world. Shit, who the fuck am I kidding? It sucks major donkey balls. You grow up a habitual fuck up, your dad kills your mom and you’re shoved from one damn foster home to the next. It isn’t exactly the Leave it to Beaver way of life. Then one day you wake up and meet this beautiful woman, who’s sassy as hell and has the most beautiful long red hair and perky luscious tits. God, Emily and those tits. I’m getting hard just thinking about them.
Moving along, or I won’t get shit done today. I’ve got to meet up with the boys later.
The past months have been torture. Not just for me. But, sadly Emily’s been held up in the best hospital, with doctors round the clock. I can’t believe I almost made us lose our babies. Can I be any more of a fuck up? I love the damn woman with every god-dammed thing in me. But what’s even sicker is that I’m in love with someone else too. Cammy, oh how that beautiful blonde bombshell makes me cream in my pants when she walks into a room. She’s easy to be with and she takes care of me, like it comes natural for her. Which makes me love her even more. Being with Cammy is as simple as breathing, for me. Which is why all of this is even harder than I ever thought possible.
Weeks upon weeks Emily’s been laid up in that sterile hospital with James. Fucking Calvin James! Don’t even get me started on that backstabbing bastard. Works as my personal bodyguard for years. I do the right thing and have the one person in the entire world that I could never lose, protected. He’s good. Not just some rent-a-cop bullshit, the real damn deal. Kept me safe from the paps and myself. But what does the prick do? He moves in on what is mine and the nut buster of it all is—she wants him too. I see it in her eyes. The glint of hope and love when he’s around her. I’ve sensed it for months. Guess being a horned up rocker, you ignore the signs. They are nineteen years apart. Did you know that? Who would have thought some old fart like him could land a hot sexy woman like her? She’s abso-fucking-lutely perfect.
Well, I’m not perfect, not in the least bit. I’ve lied to her constantly, even about Cammy. Who I’ve still not confessed having a relationship with. I know it bothers Cammy, we’ve had this discussion over and over. She’s understanding, and, everything I’m supposed to want and love. Which I do. But Emily is carrying my babies. My babies. She’s the one who made me want to become a better man. Even if I can’t stick to it half of the damn time. I still drink too much, I fuck Cammy just about every night. Then I wake up the next morning worried as hell that Emily is going to find out and never let me see my babies because I’m a liar. But if I’m truly honest with myself, I’m worried Emily will hate me. I’ve fretted about that since day one. I’ve given her countless reasons to never speak to me again. Instead she supports me and gives me space to make myself grow. Even though I wish she’d been the one holding my hand through all of this. She hasn’t, Cammy has. I wouldn’t have made it this far without either of them.
I know deep down Emily has a nurturing side. A side of her who can take care of and love a man wholly. To be there for him and support him in every way possible. She’
s just never done that for me. She’s emotionally supportive but the rest is nonexistent. She’s not held my hand through A.A. meetings, like Cammy. Or dried my tears when I’ve been so drunk from a binge that I cry for hours because the one person in the world I want to love me, doesn’t. That’s what happened three flippin’ days ago.
I was out sitting on the damp golden sand as Dylan and Cammy went to visit my Short Stack. I’d been there the day before and that big rock twinkling on her finger kills me every time I lay my eyes upon it. It seriously fucks my head up, for days. So I’ve been trying to keep my distance. Instead I text or call daily. It pains me watching her helpless in bed, with a belly stretched to its max. She looks like it could pop like a balloon at any moment. I want to rub it and comfort her. I want to be the one who holds her godforsaken hand. But no, I had to be the man who tried to get back with an ex. A man who got hooked on coke again because I couldn’t handle my overwhelming feelings for her. The douche who cheated on her in that plane. I knew what I was doing. I was angry and I didn’t care—at the time. Looking back at it all now, I was the one to push her towards James. He was the one to pick up and mend the pieces of her broken heart. The one who provided comfort, when I was the one creating the pain and anguish. The amount of pain she has felt because of me. Mine seems like only a fraction of what I’ve put her through. Now, being sober and finally having my head on straight, I see that. I see it all. If only I’d paid more attention back when it all began.
Three days ago, Cammy found me on the beach in front of our house. I was obliterated and blubbering like an idiot, incapable of walking. So, like the selfless woman she is, she helped me up the staircase staggering like a newborn colt. Not many words were exchanged, although I faintly remember her bringing me into my bedroom, removing my sand littered clothes and tucking me in, allowing me to sleep off my drunkenness alone, in the bedroom I was going to share with Emily at some point. The room that I wanted to be ours as our twins danced into our room as toddlers, to wake us up, excited to play in the surf. That’s why I bought this beach house. To provide that close-knit family for our twins. Then James went off and ruined that for me. Him and his strong diplomatic self. Fuck, I really shouldn’t hate the man. But I do. He. Has. Her. Son of a bitch!
I really need to calm down. I can feel my blood starting to boil. Thinking about them together does that to me. ‘Mama Bear and Papa Bear’ Oh what a load of complete and utter bullshit. Cammy thinks it’s cute. Fuck cute! I want what is mine!
I clinch my fist at my sides as I sit on the raised back deck of the beach house, overlooking the surf. The waves are breaking beautifully on the sand. The salty sea mist is filling my nose with its kickass freshness. There’s a light breeze today. So serene and majestic. I sit as far away from the spot where Emily fell and nearly bled to death on the deck. I had to hire cleaners to come in and remove the stain. There was so much blood. The thought of even sitting close to where it all happened makes me squeamish. I almost lost her.
“Hey handsome, what cha’ doin’?”
I turn my head to see Cammy walking up the stairs, carrying two drinks in her hands.
“Here.” She offers me a tall glass full of lemonade.
“Thanks.” I gratefully accept it and she takes a seat next to me, on one of the long wooden loungers with cream cushions. At least these are something my Short Stack hadn’t picked out. Cammy and I did. We bought all the outdoor furniture shortly after Emily was admitted into the hospital.
“So, what’s with the long face?” She smiles my way with her adorable china doll like features.
Fuck me sideways, I’m hard, already. Cammy is so damn pretty.
“Just thinking, the babies should be along in a few weeks. Did you talk with Shor… Emily today?” I correct myself, reminding myself that using the affectionate nickname Short Stack in reference to Emily makes Cammy uncomfortable.
“Yes, I spoke with James after Dylan insisted I called so he could chat with Papa and Mama Bear.”
I cringe, wrinkling my nose in disgust. There goes those stupid nicknames, again.
“And...” I probe lightly.
“She’s fine, Johnathan. The babies are fine. Dylan said she watched SpongeBob today, the same episode he watched. So they got to compare notes. I didn’t speak with her directly. James just said she was doing really well. The twins are on track after last week’s labor scare. Nothing to fear.” Her tone is soft but I can hear the underlying agitation between the lines. I know talking about Emily isn’t the top of her priority list. Don’t get me wrong, she likes Emily. I don’t doubt that for a second. But… And that’s a huge but… I think she’s got a lot of unresolved jealousy issues because she knows she plays second fiddle in my heart. I know that’s completely and stupidly wrong. Shit, who am I kiddin’, it’s ten ways of fucked, in the ass, with a baseball bat, on Easter Sunday. That’s me. Johnathan Striker. The numero uno asshole.
I pensively nod. “That’s good to hear.”
“We need to talk,” Cammy states abruptly, sitting up further in her chair. Her blonde hair falling wistfully over her shoulders, catching the faint breeze. The blues of her eyes sparkling in the midday sun, with the bright blue sky pouring over her delicate features. She’s wearing one of those cute everyday sundresses, except today this one is in a baby blue color. That brings out the speckles of gold in her eyes.
I know what ‘we need to talk means.’ I’m not in the mood to talk about that shit right now. Or ever, for that matter. What we have is sweet and simple. I love the comfort I feel with Cammy. I love her soft lithe body under mine as I pound her tight pink pussy.
Throwing my legs over the side of the lounger, I stand, sitting my untouched lemonade on the matching dark wood table. Leaning over her, I gaze down into her eyes as she locks her into mine and audibly gulps. That’s right Cammy. We will not be having any little talks. We will be fucking on this deck.
“I mean it Johnathan, we need to talk,” she states firmly with a fierce look in her eye. But those dilated pupils are giving away to her real need.
I place my finger over of precious pink lips and hush her.
“No Cammy. No talking. I’m going to sink my cock into you and you’re going to come screaming my name,” I order, smirking as the dirty thought of what’s about to happen sinks into my mind’s forefront.
“No,” she retorts, in almost a whisper against my fingers, scooting further back onto the lounger, her bottom lip trembling.
Looming over her, I unzip my pants and drop them along with my silk boxers to the ground to show her my big juicy cock. I know she loves it. She’s told me a time or two.
“Open up baby,” I order, never taking my eyes from hers. She complies and spreads wide, legs shaking. “Don’t worry Cammy, you know I take care of you,” I smile down at her, crawling my way up between her legs. I reach out, underneath her dress to remove her panties.
Fuck yes!
“Somebodies been a naughty-naughty girl. Not wearing any panties.” I tsk, playfully. “Why aren’t you wearing any, Cammy?” I demand with a deep tone. I don’t think I can wait much longer to claim that tight little hole. I’ve needed to fuck all day since I woke up this morning dreaming about Emily. I jacked in the shower, but that only satisfies a small portion of my insatiable male rock star hunger.
“I...” She bites her lip and swallows hard. “I know you’ve been out of sorts and I heard you moaning in your sleep last night. Must have been quite a dream. So, when I woke up this morning I thought maybe you’d like some.” She gazes down at her privates. “I left them off, just in case.” Her voice is small, so fragile and sweet. My heart yearns to make it scream, and take the questioning from her tone. Like she’s asking me permission if it’s okay to be this way. The longer we’ve been together, the more she submits to me. At the same time I can tell her insecurities grow, as each little brick from her wall comes crashing down. That’s what I love about her. At least she lets me know her and love her. Unlike somebody else
.
Stop thinking about her right now! You douche bag. This is why Emily didn’t want to you to begin with. You can’t be good for one fucking moment. Grrrrr.
I grasp Cammy’s chin and tilt it up to keep eye contact.
“Baby, I love that fucking pussy. I fucking love you.” I know it comes out lustful but I’m so close to busting a damn bolt over here I can’t wait another second.
I quickly grasp her knees and pull her down, throw up her dress and stab my cock into her hole relentlessly, without question and she screams out my name. That’s right, Cammy. Love my cock! My colossal thickness. Her pussy grips around me like a vice. Oh, that sweet little hole.
“I love you, Johnathan!” She moans loudly, as I pound into her over and over. Shit, that’s slick. She’s so wet for me.
Bending forward, I capture her mouth and jet my tongue inside. Fervently kissing her. I groan, as I can feel my thickness swell and I know I’m going to come real soon. It never lasts long with her. Dammit, yep, I’m on the brink.
“You’re going to make me come,” I grunt, resting my thick chest against hers.
“Come,” she murmurs, panting, her nails clawing deeply into my back.
‘You’re all I ever wanted, you’re all I ever needed, so tell me what to do now, cause’ I want you back.’ My phone sings N’Sync garishly and vibrates on the deck, still tucked securely into my pants pocket.
I instantly still myself inside of Cammy, hastily pull myself out of her tightness and dive onto the ground for my phone. It’s Emily! She’s calling me! That’s her ringtone. Stacy told me about her childhood obsession with N’Sync so it kind of stuck.
“Hi baby,” I answer in a long breath. Unable to control my excitement.
Cammy sits up and groans, pulling her dress down over her nakedness. Shit! I fucked up again.
‘I’m sorry,’ I mouth to Cammy as I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder and slide my jeans back on, leaving my blue boxers on the deck. She rolls her eyes and exits without a single word, her delicious lips drawn into a taut line.
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