We are now flying from Fort Wayne to D.C. in coach. I refuse to use part of my measly 32k a year salary to fly first-class. I called Dr. Shells to be sure I am allowed to still fly before I booked our D.C flight. He was confident that I would be fine to fly until I hit about twenty four weeks, after that he wants it strictly ground transportations. He said with normal pregnant woman he’d advise them to stop after thirty two weeks but me carrying twins he didn’t want to chance it. I am fully on board with that.
So now Stacy is sleeping with headphones on jamming to music on his iPhone. Probably Stricken or Ice the Monkey. Which is a new band Magic records signed about six months ago. They just released their first album Jungle Bitch that just so happens to be the title of their number one hit. According to Stace the band will be opening for Stricken the last five shows of this tour.
I’ve spent the past hour and a half on our flight reading a pregnancy book on my Nook. I’ve downloaded twelve and gotten through two so far. I’m now in my sixth week and according to my phones new app each baby is approximately the size of a pomegranate seed. I haven’t had any more sickness since vomiting at the docs. I was nauseated one night after I ate spaghetti and meatballs. Other than that it’s been smooth sailing and the excessive horniness has yet to kick in. I’m still leveling out at my normal horniness which is mild and only needs taken care of once or twice a month. Although I do have a feeling that will change soon enough. Yah me! Or not.
The pilot just announced our decent into D.C. I nudge Stacy with my elbow and pull one of his ear buds out. “Rise and shine beauty queen.”
He doesn’t say a word or move an inch. Now I have the choice do I play nice or do I play dirty? The naughty part of me says grab his dick, that’ll wake him up. The conservative side is telling me to be nice and wake him once we land. I decide to go with something in the middle and I lean up and lick his face from his chin to his forehead in one rather wet swoop.
“Ah, hell! Em, what was that for?” he wakes his face is scrunched, grossed out. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the slobber off his face.
I giggle a little naughty laugh “I tried to wake you. You didn’t move so it was either that or grab your balls. I decided the lick was nicer. You lucked out.” I teased and pretended and in slow Mo that I was going to grab is balls. I extend my arm over his seat arm and I start my descent between his legs. He grabs my hand fast and squeezes it. Then he gently lays it on our mutual armrest.
“See that’s better. You’re right the lick was better.” He shoots me a wicked smile.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” I rub the side of his arm lovingly.
Our week together has brought us even closer together if that was possible. He’s made me happier than I’ve been in a long time just being around him. The mom stuff with him I think has helped a lot with his internal struggles and in turn he’s started to heal from his past. I couldn’t be more thankful for that.
I lean over Stacy’s lap, my hair fall around my face and I peer out the window. We are just about to land. I can see the runway underneath the plane.
“Sit back we are about to land.” He says.
I snap up and put my hand on the seat on front of me. When the wheels hit the pavement my body leaches forward and I brace myself. This is the worst part of the whole flying experience.
Getting out of the plane and down to the baggage claim was quick and painless. James parked a Mercedes SUV by the exit and Stacy and I got in without a hitch.
“How was your break James?” I ask him while I reach over and fasten my seat belt next to Stacy who decides to nix the safety harness.
“Very nice Miss Bronwyn. Thank you.” He says politely. Always so punctual and proper. If he wasn’t driving us to the tour bus right now I am sure he would have bowed.
“Are the boys back at the bus already? Or are they arriving later on?”
“Ah yes, Mr. Striker, Mr. Moyer, Mr. Dob’s and Mr. Welling all arrived earlier this morning. Ma’am.”
“Do you ever use our first names or is it always this formal with you? James.”
“I have been given instructions to use whichever. Being in the Marine Corps for twelve years and eight years working for internal affairs I’ve been trained to use surnames, not first. An acquired taste I suppose.” He replies evenly. Dignified and formal.
Which puts him a little over forty.
“So why do we use your first name?”
That seems like a logical question to me. Why would he be the only one using proper surnames and we are stuck using his first.
“James is my last name ma’am. Calvin is what my mother named me.” I can hear a smile in his voice. He knows he caught me off guard.
“Ah, well Calvin James I’m glad to see you again.” I voice warmly. I need to show him I do care for him. If he is going to be our number one bodyguard I want him to like me.
Ten minutes later and we pull up outside the tour bus parked behind the Verizon Center. The fans are already lined up outside trying to get any glimpse of one of the guys. Groupies are relentless, I swear.
James gets out first and opens my door and offers his hand. I take it and Stacy scoots out behind me. All the way into the bus James blocks my body from the crowds view that is growing in number right behind a fence.
Inside all the guys are sitting on the couch I barely look at them. I don’t want to see Johnathan yet and they’re presumably talking about how their short vacation went. James carries in my bag and drops it on the floor by my bunk.
“We cleaned out two drawers for you.” I hear Keith say eyeing me from the couch.
“Thanks. Which ones?”
“The shortest ones of course.” He chuckles and gets up and walks over to me. “Those bottom two.” He kicks them with his adidas.
“You know you guys didn’t have to do that. I was doing fine living out of my suit case it was so rock and roll after all.“ I say bending over to open the drawers and unzip my bag to unpack.
“That’s what I told the guys but they didn’t listen.” D chimes in from the couch. I can’t see his face.
“Whatever D you just wanted to keep those two for your sick shit.” Keith says.
“What shit?” I tuck my hair behind my ears and turn my gaze up to him from the floor that I am now kneeling on.
“Don’t you dare fucking tell her Keith.” D warns darkly.
“Oh, common D.” Keith taunts, I can hear the smile in his tone.
I lay my folded clothes on the floor next to the open drawer.
“Deacon had that bottom drawer stuffed full of woman’s panties that he’s picked up over the tour as souvenirs.” Stacy chimes in kneeling beside me with a naughty smile. He’s so going to hear it from D. I don’t care, it’s funny and I cover my mouth to hold back a laugh.
“Ah. I see.” I say nearly choking on my words. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this laugh back. It’s really disgusting he’d keep panties that women have worn but it doesn’t surprise me. Nothing about that man does.
“I hope they washed out the drawer.” I whisper to Stacy.
He smiles my way holding back his own laugh “I doubt it so I’d grab the Clorox wipes from under the sink to make sure.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you Stacy?!” D barks, my heart just about jumps out of my chest he’s standing right behind us and his face is filled with anger.
“It’s true bud. She was going to find out one way or another.” Stace adds with a grin. Great make him angrier why don’t cha?
I leave them to it and turn around to crawl between D’s legs and Keith’s. Just far enough apart that I can fit. I need to go get those wipes and I need to put my clothes away. They are all locked into a bitching match with Stacy and I know he can handle his own. He’s bigger than douche bag Deacon anyhow.
I get through the legs and two very large feet appear in my line of sight.
“Hello Emily, looking for these.”
Holy, mother of god my babies daddy i
s standing right in front of me holding the Clorox wipes and he is just as sexy as I remember. Maybe a little less sexy because he looks like he hasn’t slept in like a week. Dark circles encase his beautiful green eyes. Probably from all the sex he’s been having. Shit! No I can’t think about that. Why do I care? Oh, that’s right I freaking love this man! Oh shit! No I don’t. I hate him. Okay, maybe hate isn’t the best word. I dislike him a lot. Dislike him from hurting me, dislike him for breaking my heart and hating him right now because I can feel my heart aching again and it hasn’t felt like that in nearly five days. And the butterflies are back fluttering in my damn stomach. This has got to stop. I need to go through Johnathan detox. Maybe if I call one of his last ten woman they could give me tips on how to get past this. No, that’s probably a bad idea. They might be worse off than I am and I would hate to rub salt in their wounds. It’s bad enough mine are barely mending.
“Emily.” He snaps his fingers to get my attention.
Oh fuck I zoned out again. What’s wrong with me? Damnit my mouth is hanging open like a fucking dog and I am on all fours, staring straight up at this hot rocker. I have got to get my shit together and fast.
Step one shut your fucking mouth. I shut it. Step two say something.
“Oh um, sorry.” I mutter.
Oh great Em, smooth, real smooth. Next time why don’t you just kiss his boot and tell him how much you worship him? I’m pathetic!
He holds out his hand. I ignore it and get up off the floor all on my own. I am going to have to do a lot of things on my own in the next couple of months. Consider this a testament to my growing motherhood status. Eat that assbag! Hell yes! I’m back!
Facing him I brush off my jeans like I have something on them. Yep, I’m back in rocker gear. Actual jean pants Lucky brand I think. I dunno exactly Stacy said they were a bitchen brand or something like that and I have on a tight yellow t-shirt printed with nerd candy on it. Total high school geek alert but I thought it was cute.
“Can I have those?” I reach out to take the wipes from his hands. I look up to his face to see if he is going to do this nicely or is the angry banter going to start up as soon as I get on this damn tour bus again. Not that I mind. I’d rather argue with him into a stronger dislike than him be nice to me and make me want to touch him and caress his soft tattooed skin. Which is so damn fine! Jesus, listen to me I am turning into a groupie.
“Why don’t have I have D clean out the drawer? It was his souvenirs that contaminated it.” He says nicely. Oh why don’t you be a dick? That would be so nice right about now.
“I can do it just give me the wipes. Please.”
He shakes his head.
“D.” he says and gets no response. I turn and see Deacon in deep conversation with Keith and Stacy. Not an angry one either.
“See he’s busy. Just give them to me Johnathan.” I hold out old my hand. How hard does it have to be to get some fucking wipes?
“D! Fucking listen to me man!” he yells ignoring me.
“What!?” Deacon yells and turns around. Johnathan walks past me and slaps the wipes into D’s hands.
“You wipe out both of those drawers you used. She” he peers back at me. “Doesn’t need to be cleaning up pussy juices out of her new drawers. That’s your mess, you clean it up.” He says firmly and moves past the crowded hall and goes into his bedroom and slams the door shut without another word.
Chapter Seventeen
The rest of last night went smoothly. I put away my clothes after D cleaned out my drawers. All my new clothes fit in fine. When we were visiting my parents Stacy and I took some time out and hit up a few vintage shops in Wayfort and The buckle store in the mall. That’s where I picked up the lucky jeans and the nerds shirt at a middle of the mall kiosk. I also added a few more rockin dresses to my wardrobe ones that are a little less tight because with my growing belly I don’t want to show it off right away. We got some more jeans that are low cut so a pregnant belly can fit over them and a few shirts. I got lucky to find some awesome vintage items. Stacy was surprisingly real happy with the purchases overall.
The guys for the rest of the night played video games and ate delivery pizza that James brought in and ate with all of us. Johnathan didn’t leave his room after the Clorox incident and James brought him back some pizza. I don’t like to see Johnathan because it hurts and even more so now that I know I am having his twins. But I feel like of bad for him.
It’s five in the morning and I just woke up and he’s been locked in his room since last night when we got in. I’m awake because there is a huge mob of fans outside screaming so I can’t sleep. There concert is tonight but I guess that’s not good enough for them. Do they realize these men are just that? MEN. They don’t have super powers or godlike abilities. They play music. Good music. But this whole crazy fan thing is getting on my nerves.
I slide open my red curtain and hop out of my bunk. To find Stacy sitting awake typing on his computer on the leather couch.
“Hey you.” He looks up at me with a tired smile.
“Hey, why are you up?” I ask plopping down beside him nuzzling my head onto his shoulder.
“I was just going to ask you the same thing. I got up about an hour ago. Couldn’t sleep my mind is reeling about a few things and those fucking woman outside are driving me crazy.”
“Yeah that’s why I woke up too. Guess I better get used to being up at five A.M.” I pat my flat belly.
“Yes you do.” He rests his head on top of mine that’s still resting on his shoulder.
“So what else ya reeling about?”
“I got a few emails that I can’t stop thinking about.”
“And?” I press. I can tell he’s reluctant to talk about it. But I’m also too nosey to back down.
“I got an email from my second ex-wife. Apparently Kyle mailed something to her address thinking I still live there and she just wanted to let me know and tell me she is forwarding it to me here. Not sure how she knows I’m here unless she called the office.”
“Kyle is sending you something? Like what?”
“I have no idea. That’s what worries me. That last time I spoke to him was four years ago. She didn’t say it was a package or a note. I have no idea. If it has his contact info I think I will get a hold of him and apologize like you said. I’ve been thinking about it and I feel horrible how I left things.”
“Good.” I kiss his shoulder. “You’re a great person Stace.”
The screaming just got louder.
“The woman out there have got to stop. If they want these guys to be ready to rock tomorrow night they better.” I say irritated.
The bus door opens and James appears at the top of the steps.
“Hey” he waves at us, surprised. “I was coming to wake you Stace. The crowd is getting bad. There are about five hundred people out there pushing on that fence and as the dawn hour approaches it’s getting worse. We are either going to have to go to a hotel or call the police to come and offer some back up to tame the crowd. I have a feeling in the next hour they are going to push through and try to get into the bus.” James says his eyes look sleepy. I don’t think he slept much tonight.
Stacy stands up “Where’s Jimmy?” he asks James
“He didn’t make it back in yesterday. His flight was canceled. Texas had a huge storm and all planes were grounded. He should be here by tonight though.”
“And I am finding out about this now? Why wasn’t I informed last night?” Stace scolds. He’s in mega work mode. Kicking ass and taking names. He’s superhot in his element. Best friend kind of hot. Not I want to screw his brains out kind. Now that’s gross.
“I’m just finding out myself. I got a call two hours ago when you were sleeping. I didn’t know he wasn’t already in. I figured he was out doing runs. Office calls me and tells me his plane is canceled and now we are stuck with one less man.“ James cuts in.
“Okay, you call the local P.D tell them we need four cruisers to hold off t
he mob. I’ll wake Brian up and tell him to start the bus and we will get out of here in the next hour, two max. I’ll call and book us into a hotel with high security. We have to get this under wraps now. Or it might get ugly.” Stacy barks off orders in his serious voice. I think he might be scared.
“Why is this going on now?” I chime in confused as to why we’ve been on tour for weeks and we never had a major mob problem.
“It happens from time to time. Mainly when we get extra press that wakes the fans. Plus D.C is the only place we are playing two shows at the whole tour and the only place on this coast. We didn’t book New York because I couldn’t get us a decent venue with good security. All the ones I needed were booked solid on the dates I needed. So we have people traveling to DC from all over the coast. Not sure why it makes them crazier but it’s happened before. Plus we are in a huge city and close to a bunch of other huge cities. So for those fans who didn’t get lucky enough to get tickets within the first five minutes they were posted for sale they come in to try and get a glimpse and prove they are the bands number one fan. It’s sick but it’s how it works when you’re the number one band in the world right now.” Stacy answers.
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