Stricken Rock Series: Complete Box Set

by S. K. Logsdon

  “I love you. Take your pain out on me. I want to make it all better. I want to fix you. I want us to grow old together and we can’t do that if you’re afraid. If I didn’t want us to do something, I wouldn’t let you. Do you think I’d give in? Do you think I’d ever let you push me? You wouldn’t even come close to that for me to ever have to worry. You’re the sweetest and most caring man. Stop and enjoy us.” I talk soft and warmly, my hand fondling his third leg into a hardened rod, laboring his breathing in the process.

  His head comes down onto my shoulder, kissing it and he lets me stroke his thick cock. Up and down I commit every single inch, bump and vein to memory. Each sensual touch turning into him into a horned up animalistic sex god and he claims me again three more times on the beach. Giving me one toe curling orgasm after the next.

  Struggling for air, we stand and I pull my dress up around my waist and leave our rose heart, shuffling my feet through the soft sand to the edge of the ocean, where the water laps at the tips of my toes. My dress resting around my waist, my breasts exposed and hardening in the faint ocean breeze. I gaze over the star sparkled water, that’s illuminated by the crescent moon and I relish in the most perfect night of my existence. James, my James, has returned to me and we will be as one. Together, never to be apart, ever again.

  “Hi, my lady.” His arms envelope me from behind, his exposed chest pressing against my back, his lips kissing my sandy hair.

  “Hi.” I grab his arms and hold them around me, soaking in our moment. A moment I will remember for the rest of my life.

  “James, I want to get married,” I utter and bring his hand up to kiss.

  “Yes, my love, we will, very soon.”

  That is all I need to hear. James is back into my life, into my arms, the father of my children and I will be his wife. Life could never be any sweeter.

  Chapter Eighteen

  ~James~

  I’m contently relaxing here in the new rocking chair that’s in our bedroom, rocking the twins in my arms. Bottles finished, diapers changed and they’ve been burped. We are watching Mama Bear sleep. After the extensive and pleasing sex we had last night, she tuckered out in my arms on the beach and I carried her into our bedroom. I barely slept last night, I couldn’t stop watching her as she rested or I stood over our babies’ cribs watching them suck on their binky’s, as they peacefully drifted in dream.

  I haven’t seen Johnathan or Cammy yet. Dylan, I know, is with Davis, because I requested he keep him for a few days so I can settle back in with my love and our twins, who are comfortably nestled into my arms. They’ve grown so much since they were born. I missed those first few months and I can’t help but feel guilty about it.

  When Emily and I were cuddling in the sand last night, her in my lap, my arms tightly embracing her, we talked. I gave her minute details about my job. But I did tell her I caused a giant ruckus with Brewer and that’s how I got to come home. I was literally kicked out of the Safe Link program after they extracted the codes from me all at once and secured them into a different file. I don’t understand why they couldn’t have done that in the first place. Apparently, I obliterated a bunch of protocol and they couldn’t stand my antics any longer so I was booted out the door. Happily—I might add.

  After the night with Emily at the bar I went home and planned my strategy just as Gonzales had suggested. Two days later I got knock down fallen drunk and tattooed. I had the designs picked out ahead of time. It wasn’t done on a whim. It was part of my plan. Drunk and stupid at the tattoo parlor with Gonzales, I sucked back a fifth of Jack and sat for nine hours getting inked. Loving every single minute of it. Tattoos for whatever reason are a pain is pleasure sort of thing for me. I’m not going to pretend and say I would like to endure sexual pain like Johnathan likes to deal out to his women. But I can surely see the thrall in that lifestyle. Not to the degrading depths he takes it, but some it could be highly arousing. I’ve not been with anyone in so long, before Emily. I never took into consideration all of the things I have harbored inside. My insecurities were in the driver seat. Not allowing me to access any feelings other than those of unworthiness. Thanks to her, I am finally able to knock down those walls and truly find out who I am. Including pressing the envelope on my sexual urges.

  Oooooo, hey… She’s waking up.

  “What…What time is it?” She sits up, looking so adorable, completely naked with sleepy eyes, a slight grin and mussed hair falling over her delicate shoulders. Just watching her and her heavy exposed milk engorged breasts, gets me hard. I never thought I’d love the taste or take pleasure from sucking milk from a woman. But I do. I love the idea of having my tongue swirling around her thick nipple, as little droplets of sweetness dribble onto my tongue. The mental image revs my sex drive into high gear, a sex drive that was utterly nonexistent until I met her almost a year ago.

  “It’s almost one,” I smile at her and she returns the gesture.

  “That’s late. I need to feed the...”

  “Nope, already done, changed, fed, they are fine resting here with Papa Bear,” I cut her off; I don’t need her bearing all of this parental load on her own. I’m back and I’m going to be carrying my own weight and then some.

  “I see that,” she smiles, brighter this time, getting out of bed, and walking over to us. Bending down, she kisses me soundly on the lips and then kisses each of the babies on their heads.

  “Good afternoon my family.” Her chipper tone causes my heart to swell.

  I just love to hear her happy.

  Turning to head to the bathroom, she leaves the door open and I hear her groan.

  “Is everything okay?”

  Stepping into the doorway she smiles, delicately touching her fingers to the giant bite marks and dark hickies on her neck.

  “I’m sorry.” I feel so ashamed to mark her that much. A few of them were so deep I was able to taste her fresh metallic blood. I went too far. I’ve never been a savage sex monster. But for whatever reason, last night I couldn’t keep myself from hurting her. Not on purpose other than to mark her body. To claim what is mine. What will forever be mine.

  “Don’t be sorry. I love this.” She has the sweetest smile on her face, as her fingers dance over my territorial markings.

  “Hey, Emily, I heard you...” Johnathan opens her door to get an eye full of her nude, standing in her bathroom doorway in a dreamlike state. I wonder what she’s thinking about.

  A growl heaves from my throat. “Leave,” I snap at him and his eyes widen when he turns to realize I am the one sitting in her bedroom.

  Yep, Johnathan I’m home, for good.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart, we’ve all seen me naked before,” she states, unmoving, her hand trailing down between her leaking breasts; she looks high. What is going on in that naughty mind of hers?

  “Johnathan,” I warn and he stops fixatedly staring at her with his mouth gaping wide open.

  “ Where'd she get those?” He points to her neck and collar bone.

  “James.” Wistfully smiling, she starts to sway, squeezing her legs together.

  Sweet Jesus, she’s hot and horned up.

  “I marked her, last night on the beach when we made love.” I finish her sentence and watch as her hands travel to her nipples and she tilts her head back, huskily moaning into the air rolling her nipples between her fingers.

  What is going on with her?

  “Emily, sweetheart, what’s going on in this pretty head of yours?” I inquire, my stiff soldier throbbing between my legs.

  “You, are here, you claimed me, I wasn’t sure it was real. But it is. You’re still here. What happened last night did happen.”

  Still swaying, she sprays steams of her milk onto the floor.

  “Johnathan,” I warn again. He can’t decide whether to watch her or not. I can’t blame him but I don’t like the tent in his shorts.

  “You need to take the twins, Johnathan, I need to service my princess.” I stand and move toward him, slee
ping babies cradled in both of my arms.

  “Johnathan!” I angrily bark, digging my heel into the top of his foot and he flinches, breaking his strange gaze on my woman.

  “What?”

  “Stop watching her, she’s not yours. She’s mine. Now take the twins so I can service a strangely turned on hot redhead, who I need to ravish.”

  Presenting his arms, I rest Eric in one and Jenna in the other and back him out the door. His eyes still watching my woman. If I wasn’t so turned on I would be bashing his brains in.

  “Go!” I order darkly, shutting the door in his face and locking it.

  Turning around, I get onto my knees and crawl to her. Stalking her like she’s my prey. Lowly, I growl in my chest, stopping at her feet.

  Something sinister and sexy is registering in that indecent mind of hers.

  “Why are you so turned on, my love?” I kneel up, pressing my lips to her mound. Spreading her legs, she opens herself up to me. I can smell the sweetness of her honey arousal lingering in the air.

  “I…I…dunno.” Her legs shake. I can tell she’s on the edge of already coming.

  “Tell me, sweetheart,” I breathe onto her mound, my hot breath washing over her. A moan escapes her lips as she keeps spraying her milk from her breasts, bathing me in it.

  “Looking at these.” She runs her fingers over the marks. “They told me that this is real and I’m not dreaming. I thought I might have been. But I’m not. You’re here.”

  “Always,” I poke out my tongue, sliding it between her folds, landing it on her throbbing clit. I can feel the blood pumping in it. Feeding my mouth in further, I suckle it and she grasps the door frame, leaving her breasts to fall and she shutters, her eye lids fluttering as her eyes roll back into her head.

  Slowly and anxiously I lave, nibble and suck on her sensitive clit, eliciting hot and heady moans from deep inside her.

  “Papa, I’m close,” she barely makes out, her chest heaving for oxygen.

  “Come for me,” I whisper, biting down on the tip and she cries out, flooding my mouth with her juices, convulsing over and over. My hands reach around her backside to keep her from falling as I keep the onslaught of pleasure flicking my tongue over her climaxing bud.

  Opening her eyes, she peers down at me with a giant sated grin.

  “That was amazing,” she shakily says, her legs still trembling as I keep the pressure of my tongue sliding over the wetness of her luscious folds.

  “You done?” I speak against her core.

  Nodding, she steps back and gathers her composure.

  “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. One second, I’m staring in the mirror looking at these.” She grips her hand around her throat. “The next second, my loins are dripping and shooting hot spurts of ripe ecstasy through my entire body. I’ve never experienced anything like it. It was like I was here but I wasn’t here. I couldn’t stop it. For a moment, it was as if I was possessed by someone other than myself.”

  Getting up off the ground, I go to her and pull her nakedness into my arms. Backing her into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature to her liking. Dropping my pj pants and boxers to the ground, I carry her into the shower, allowing the hot water to wash the sticky milk mess from both of us. My thick manhood pressing against her back, my arms wrapping around her body from behind as my lips press into her hair. Giving her all of my love.

  Relishing in her beauty, we finish up, each of us washing each other’s bodies. My hand spending extra time on her breasts and the creases of her lady parts.

  Exiting the shower, I dry her off, head to toe, spending even more time dusting the roughness of the towel around her clit. Holding onto my shoulders, she’s consumed by my stimulation and quickly becomes a slave to my hand. Entering two fingers into her slick heat, I tactfully massage her inner walls and snake my other hand around her backside, knowing she craves double gratification. My middle fingers enters the fleshy part of her butt and she groans, deep and hardy, as I enter her completely, filling both holes simultaneously.

  Scrunching up her face, she falls into a deeper pleasure filled euphoria, as I keep the onslaught of pleasure spiking through her. Bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm her body needs and I need to experience with her. I want to feel her walls contracting around my fingers, sucking them as her body succumbs to the magnificence of her loud and all-consuming ecstasy laden bliss.

  “Come,” I order, feeling her close, so close to breaking apart in my hands. Ten or more times last night I brought her to this plateau and all day I plan on doing the same. Unless she tells me to stop, I can’t help my need to make her come in every possible way. The delicate taste of her sweet juices, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, mixed with her deep enduring moans and groans as I push her limits, slowly increasing the time when I know she’s about to shatter by only my touch. It holds so much power to be able to release that kind of feeling from the only person in the world who completes you.

  “I’m…I’m… Oh fuck...” She screams and there she goes, diving off the edge and into her carnal heaven. Coming in hot wet spurts over my hands, rippling spasms around my fingers in both her front and back holes. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than watching the love of my life explode with passion from the pleasure I’ve given her.

  Extracting my soaked fingers from inside of her, I stand and lift her into my arms and carry her noodle like, naked body to our bed to rest. Lying down beside her, I cover her in our blanket and caress her forehead and cheeks as she falls into a sated sleep.

  Rest my dear woman. There will be plenty more where that came from. I look forward to doing that to you for the rest of our lives.

  Making sure she is soundly asleep, I kiss her cheek and whisper I love you before I reluctantly pull myself from bed, dress in my norm and head to the main part of the house.

  “Those were some powerful screams,” Johnathan smirks, sitting on the leather couches in the living room with Jenna in the crook of his arm, still sleeping.

  Where is my son?

  “Yes, she’s rather attentive to stimulation this morning.” I speak professionally, not willing to indulge his fantasy about what’s mine, any further than necessary.

  “I heard…so you came in last night?” Johnathan asks and I think he might actually be curious to know.

  “Yes, I planned out how I was going to reunite with her and it went even better than expected.”

  Walking into the kitchen, I open the giant fridge and pull out some orange juice and a loaf of bread. Searching through the cupboards, I seek out the peanut butter to make myself a sandwich. I am famished and I need to make sure I keep this peanut butter for later. I will come in handy when I plan on mixing it with some rather succulent milk and possibly feeding it to her on the tip of my manhood, if I get brave enough. He’s relishing in the idea, as he spasms and throbs incessantly in my cargo pants, tucked tightly against my stomach, poking out of the band of my boxers.

  I don’t want to show Johnathan my soldier. Its sight in any form is strictly for Emily’s eyes.

  Spreading a thick layer of PB over the bread, I bite into it and pour myself a glass of OJ. I didn’t realize pleasuring and being pleasured this much would take so much energy out of a man.

  “If you plan on fucking her a lot, you better eat four or five of those, to keep your strength up,” Cammy states, with a big smile on her face, coming into the kitchen and taking the knife, bread and PB away from me to assemble more sandwiches herself.

  “Here.” She drops a stack of then in front of me and tosses the knife in the sink and the PB in the cupboard.

  “I need that for later.” I blush, I can’t believe I’m admitting this to her.

  “Ah...” She grins and winks at me, sliding the jar back across the island at me. “I love the way you think.” Teasingly, she winks again and exits the kitchen.

  Downing the rest of the delicious sandwiches, I’m full and I’m ready to spend some
quality time with those adorable twins of mine. Resting my glass in the sink I head into the living room.

  “Where’s Eric?” I ask, Johnathan who’s surfing the TV, still cradling our shared daughter.

  “He’s resting in his bouncer in the dining room. For whatever reason he likes to watch the grass and bright colors and he won’t let me hold him for more than two minutes without freaking out. He only lets Emily hold him for any length of time. No one else. He’s a seriously spoiled mommy's boy.”

  I don’t respond, because I can already feel the bubbling of anger tugging at my sides, thanks to his rude comment about my son.

  Ignoring him, I stalk to the dining room to see my handsome Eric sucking loudly on his fist, wide eyed and bushy tailed. I realize what Johnathan said might be true about Eric and not letting anyone but Mama Bear hold him for lengths of time. But I held him for two hours this morning and he was laughing and smiling the whole time, up until he passed out in my arm.

  “Hey, my tiny man.” I bend over and unlatch him from the confines of his bouncer and pull him into my arms, his head pressed against Emily’s favorite spot, my chest.

  With a smile and a little happy noise, he coos and squirms against me. Carrying him from the dining room, into the living room, I need to get him a blanket and a hat so I can take him outside without him catching a chill or sunburn. California sun is not to be messed with — especially with a new born.

  “Cammy?” I yell, hoping she’s within hearing distance.

  “Yes?” She comes skipping bubbly down the stairs, happy as a bug in a rug.

  “I don’t want to wake Mama Bear, so could you please direct me to where I could find a hat for my son and a blanket? I want to bring him outside, it’s a lovely day out.”

  “He’s fine like that,” Johnathan chimes in, motioning to my son in his onesie and booties that I dressed him in this morning.

  “Uh, no he’s not, he could get cold or get sun burned. I’m not exposing him to the elements at this age. Now please,” I turn back to Cammy, begging with my eyes to just send me in the right direction without having to punch this dumbass—excuse my language, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.