Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) by S.K. Logsdon

how
gross my feet are. So now whenever I date a woman I take extra
socks to her house and hide a bottle of Gold Bond foot powder in my
duffle. When we go to bed I always make a point not to take off my
shoes until then and I sneak into the bathroom, scrub my feet with
some water, change my socks and put in some of that powder.”
    Talk about skeleton’s in a person’s closet.
Who in their right fucking mind would talk to a man like that? ‘Oh,
sorry I don’t love you and yeah your feet smell bad that’s one of
the reasons I’m dumping you.’ How ridiculous is that? Seriously,
what was that woman thinking? I know plenty of people in this world
who would do anything to be loved and cherished by a man, and I
know James has the capacity to do that. Why somebody wouldn’t want
him is beyond me.
    “I’m sorry you dated a dumb bitch James.
You’re my friend. I want you to be comfortable around me. Feet
included.” I shoot him a friendly smile and reach down to snatch up
the pumice stone. I dunk it into the water and lift his foot up a
little. I scrub them nice and good. Then leave his feet to soak a
little while longer.
    “You’re a real lover Emily.”
    “I try to be. I love taking care of people.
Stacy won’t let me help financially so I do a lot around the house
and cook for him. I think he’s gained a little bit of weight since
I moved in. Keeping him well-fed and I bake cookies for him like
once a week. He’s a cookie-a-holic.”
    “I’m a snickers-a-holic.” He says and pulls a
snickers out of his cargo pocket on his leg.
    “Well I love food. But let’s not talk about
the kind of a-holic I have been lately.” I wink.
    “Oh that’s fine. I’ve heard plenty from Stacy
last night.” He grins.
    “Like what? Is he blabbing about me again?” I
roll my eyes with a silly smile and tuck my hair behind my
ears.
    “When is he not? I swear if you two were into
each other, ‘that way’, he would have married you years ago. I
don’t think he can breathe without you sometimes. Let’s just say he
wasn’t happy to hear Claire was keeping you overnight. Then this
morning he called me and said you were staying with her all day. I
think she threatens him.”
    “How so?”
    “She’s your girlfriend. Not lesbian wise but
I mean a girl that’s a friend. He’s always been your girlfriend,
even though he’s a male. I think he worries about you replacing him
with a female version of himself. Plus Claire takes care of you
sexually too. Something he can’t do. So yeah I think she threatens
him.”
    Wow, I never thought about it that way. James
is one smart cookie. He is intuitive and has also known Stacy as
long as he’s known Johnathan. They’re all kind of a package deal.
Not that I mind because I love them all. He’s right, Stacy can’t
breathe without me sometimes. He’s told me a few times if I wasn’t
in his life he’d die. A little on the theatrical drama side but I
get his point. I don’t know what I’d do without him either.
    “Guess I will have to nip that one in the
butt. Stacy has nothing to be worried or jealous over. I’m not ever
going to choose Claire over him even if she does please me rather
well sexually.” I smile and I can’t help it.
    The past day was freaking awesome! I haven’t
had to flick the bic since. Which is a new record I think? Four
hours, no orgasm. Okay, maybe it’s not a record but it feels like
one with the way I’ve been dealing with my body lately. But that
almost full twenty four hours with her I didn’t worry about
Johnathan, Stacy or anything else at all. It’s was my own little
escape. If things get too hard in life I will be doing that more
often. Maybe the hotel can be our spot to do ‘the nasty’ away from
it all. The view sure is beautiful and the hotel service is
perfect. My own home away from home. Okay, I don’t actually have a
home. So it’s my getaway from Stacy’s place.
    I towel off James’s feet, apply a thick coat
of lotion, massing