Revived (Unexpected Series Book 1)

by S. E. Roberts

  “No.”

  “No?” He laughs. “Well, what would the lady like to do instead?” He runs his fingers through my hair and I’m mere seconds away from losing my freaking mind. I missed his touch and I want to ingrain it into my mind, so I’m never without it again. But there’s no way I could ever forget anything about him. Sure. My mind couldn’t remember him, but my heart and body never forgot him.

  “You,” I whisper. I can’t believe I said that out loud and I’m sure my cheeks are turning eight different shades of red. “Oh, God.” I put my face in my hands. I hope I’m not being too forward. I’m not typically like this.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. I like your dirty mouth.” He smirks and pulls my head toward him roughly, instantly devouring my mouth. Our teeth clank together and our tongues dance. I will never get enough of this man. I either need him to touch me or I’m going to need a new pair of panties.

  And as if he can read my damn mind he whispers, “Am I making you wet, sweetheart?” I’m going to come from his words alone.

  “Yes,” I pant. I’m becoming jelly in his hands and can’t seem to think of more than one-word sentences. This man is going to be my undoing.

  The next thing I know, I’m being lifted from the couch. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me. He’s mindful of my injured arm.

  Once we get to his room, I slowly slide down his body and our clothes frantically come off. We aren’t going slow, not this time. We are both desperate to be with each other again.

  “Are you sure about this?” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I don’t want to rush you into anything if you’re not ready.” This man is so sweet, but I don’t want him to be sweet tonight. I need him to take charge of me, of my body. Woah, girl! Calm yourself!

  “Yes, I’m sure.” I quickly strip my shorts off. Well, as quickly as I can with one hand. “More than sure.” I’m trying not to fall on my ass, but I can’t think straight around him.

  He looks me in the eyes once he’s standing in front of me in all his naked glory. “I love you, Claire. You know that, right?” When I nod, he goes on. “Never think for one second that I ever stopped, okay?”

  “I love you too, Mr. Allen.” Instantly, I see the lust in his eyes. I know he always gets turned on when I call him by his last name.

  “Damn, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” He grabs my naked breast and his mouth finds mine again. I love his hands on me. I can’t get enough of his hands.

  “Ryke, don’t stop.” I don’t even know what I’m saying because my brain is turning to mush.

  His left hand finds me wet and waiting for him. His right hand continues on my nipple. He leaves my mouth and his wet tongue caresses my nipple where he was pulling.

  “Bed. Now,” he demands as he lifts me and gently puts me on the bed. I’ve never seen him like this before, but I like this side of him.

  I lay on his bed as he stares at me. Typically, I would be uncomfortable, but I can tell he appreciates my body. Stretch marks and all.

  The foot of the bed dips and he looks at me with hunger in his eyes. If he isn’t inside of me in two seconds, I’m going to explode. He sits in the middle of the bed and lifts me so I’m straddling him. He’s so close to being where I need him, yet so far away. His hands caress my sides as he kisses my neck and one of my nipples is suddenly in his mouth. I throw my head back in desire. I can’t think straight, my vision blurs, and I’m pretty sure a bomb could go off in the room and I wouldn’t notice.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He continues on my breast. He goes to the other one, not allowing it to be forgotten. I’ve never been loved like this before and I know he’s ruining me for any other man.

  “I love you,” I pant while he’s working on my body.

  He pulls away from my breast and looks me straight in the eye. “I have never loved anyone like this before. I’m scared shitless, but I’m going to love you until my last breath and, even then, I’m gonna keep on loving you.” His words have a direct line to my soul.

  He rocks against my wetness, but he’s still not close enough. The bastard is teasing me. I dig my nails into his back and I’m sure I’m going to leave marks on him, but he won’t care. If I’m hurting him, he’s not complaining.

  “Baby, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to lose my damn mind.” He laughs and pushes me back until my head hits one of his pillows.

  “I like when you talk dirty to me.” He’s still laughing.

  “You’re an asshole.” I swat at his chest. God, his chest is amazing. His entire body is amazing. Now, don’t get me started on his dick. Holy. Shit. It was a little painful the first time, but I’m so ready for him now. I know I’ll feel nothing but pleasure as soon as he enters me.

  “Is your pussy ready for me, sweetheart?” Holy cow. I’m going to scream if he doesn’t take me right this second.

  “God, yes! Please stop teasing me, Ryke.” He inserts two fingers inside of me and I writhe against them. If I can’t have his dick, his fingers are the next best thing. Sweet, sweet torture.

  A second later, he’s easing himself into me and, Lord help me, it’s incredible. I nearly stop breathing from the desire shooting through my body. This man is a sex god and I’m his goddess.

  He lifts me with one arm so he can push further into me. We become one. He tugs on the hair coming loose from my bun and I pull on his at the same time.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I yell as he continues to rock into me. I never liked being a “sex screamer,” but Ryke makes me want to do things I’ve never done before.

  “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” He flicks my clit with his thumb. I can’t handle the stimulation and immediately come undone, hard. The room is spinning with every thrust he gives. He explodes shortly after I do and we both let out animalistic sounds.

  “Sweetheart,” he grunts into my shoulder to muffle the sound. “If it’s possible to die from sex, I’d die a happy man.” He chuckles and I tickle him. I love his sense of humor.

  Once we both use the bathroom, we lay in bed together. I’m extremely exhausted and content being in his arms.

  59

  Claire

  Ryke and I have been back together for three blissful months. Soon after that, Brady and I moved back in with Sierra, so Evan and Avery could have their house back.

  All of my injuries healed entirely and you’d never know just by looking at me that I nearly lost my life.

  We’re getting ready to fly to Miami this evening for Shayna’s wedding. She decided she wanted a destination wedding and they are planning on staying in Florida for their honeymoon. We booked our suite for a few extra days, so we can have a little vacation together. I’m looking forward to some R&R with my man but know I’ll miss Brady like crazy.

  “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call my phone or Ryke’s.” I get done going over everything with Avery before we head to the airport.

  “Claire, seriously, leave!” She laughs “We’ll be fine. We have phone numbers for every doctor in town if there’s an emergency,” she mocks me.

  “Whatever.” I smirk “Thanks so much for keeping him.” I lean in to hug her and my brother and kiss my son on the cheek. I want to be alright with leaving him, but I’m not.

  “Sweetheart, you alright?”

  “I will be. I just haven’t left him since the accident.”

  “Come here.” He wraps me in a hug, immediately calming me down. “You deserve some time away and he’ll have fun with his aunt and uncle.” He kisses my forehead. He always makes everything better. No matter how small the gesture, he always sets off the butterflies inside my stomach. I’m like a junior high girl with her first crush. This is way more than a crush, but I never want the newness to wear off.

  We land in Miami around eight and Dennis gets us from the insanely busy airport. We’re both exhausted, but I’m too excited to see my best friend to care.

  “Hey, bitch!” Shayna
yells as soon as we walked through the door of their hotel suite. I will be surprised if her kid doesn’t have the biggest potty mouth when he’s older.

  “Hey, Shay.” We hug each other like we haven’t seen the other one in ages, even though it has only been a few months. I hate living so far from her, but I can’t imagine not being near Ryke.

  “Ryke, I have to give you props for getting this girl away from Brady,” she laughs as she gives him a side hug.

  “She did good.” He wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my hair. I fall in love with him even more. He saw me upset about leaving my son but doesn’t make a big deal about it.

  The next day, the guys go golfing with Dennis’s family while the girls head to the reception hall to decorate. Shayna’s mom is waiting for us there. I’ve only gotten to meet her a few times because she lives here in Miami, but I remember her being kind and welcoming. I always enjoy being around other people’s mothers because it makes me miss mine a little less.

  We spend a good six hours covering all the tables with light yellow cloths and hanging streamers around the entire banquet hall. All of the tables are decorated with rustic looking candle holders that hold floating candles. The clear lights that are strung throughout give the room a romantic vibe. It makes me want to have this again, one day.

  When I married Trevor, I didn’t get to do any of the planning because he insisted on leaving everything to our wedding planner. I wasn’t allowed to lift a finger. He said doing anything ourselves was way beneath us. I was blinded by everything because I was in love. But never again will I let someone force me to be someone I’m not.

  “Shay, it’s beautiful.” I look around the room. My eyes are full of happy tears.

  “You’ll have this one day.” She wraps her arms around me from behind. “If the way Ryke is always looking at you, like he wants to jump your bones, is any indication, you’ll be hitched in no time.” She chuckles.

  I roll my eyes at her. “Shay, you’re nuts.” I love her for it.

  “Thanks for standing next to me tomorrow. I can’t imagine anyone else doing this with me.” This is a side I don’t often see of Shayna. She’s usually not serious, but right now she wears a look on her face as if she wants to cry. I’ve only witnessed this a few times, but it reminds me that, deep down, she does have a soft core.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  When we’re done decorating, we meet the guys at The Bolivar in Miami Beach. Shayna’s parents insisted we go to a five-star restaurant the night before the wedding. She didn’t want to have a rehearsal or rehearsal dinner, so they decided to have their families along with Ryke and I. Her dad, the owner of a high-end construction company, can afford to foot the bill for everyone. I just hate not even being able to afford my Caesar salad.

  While we’re waiting for our food to arrive, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and decide to call Evan to see how Brady is. As soon as I stand, I become dizzy. The room is spinning. I try not to draw attention to myself because I don’t want Ryke to worry. When I get to the bathroom, I splash water on my face. I look at myself in the mirror and see I’m white as a ghost. Suddenly, the room is spinning again and I need to sit before I pass out. I drop my purse and slide to the floor. I hear my phone ringing in my purse, but I don’t have the energy to search for it. I look towards the nearest stall to see how far I’ll have to go to get to a toilet to puke. I’m scared to stand, so I crawl in my expensive cocktail dress to the stall. If anyone else comes in, they could easily steal my purse, but I’m too concerned about not tossing my insides all over myself to care.

  Once I finally make it to the toilet, I lose everything I ate earlier in the day. I hear the bathroom door fly open and I’m suddenly embarrassed.

  “What the hell, sweetheart? Are you alright?” Ryke squats next to me on the floor.

  “I don’t feel well.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I’m in desperate need of a shower and bed. I want to sleep after the repulsive explosion of my stomach. I’m horrified my boyfriend witnessed me like this.

  Ryke grabs a few paper towels for me so I can clean myself off. As much as I wish he wasn’t seeing me like this, I’m glad he’s here to comfort me.

  When he comes back in, he rubs my back in circles. Trevor would have been appalled if he ever witnessed me like this. But this is not Trevor.

  When I’m feeling somewhat better, I decide to stand so we can leave. I hate myself for ruining Shayna’s night, but she insists she and Dennis give us a ride to our hotel. Thankfully, we now have our own room. I wanted to spend a romantic night with Ryke, but I know all I’ll be doing is sleeping.

  60

  Claire

  I woke three times during the night. Thankfully, I made it to the toilet each time. I hated waking Ryke, but he was by my side without fail.

  Oh, no. I grab for my phone and tap my calendar app open. Fuck. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. This is exactly how I felt my entire pregnancy with Brady.

  I throw on some yoga pants and a bra and head to the gift shop in the hotel. Ryke’s in the shower, so he won’t notice I’m gone.

  I quietly open the door to our suite and then I’m careful not to let it slam shut behind me.

  We’re on the first floor of our hotel, but the gift shop is on the other side of the building. Once I finally make it to my destination, I walk up and down all the aisles, trying to find what I need.

  “Is this it for you, honey?” the middle-aged, gray-haired lady asks. I haven’t heard such a strong accent since we got here.

  “Yeah.” I pull my debit card out of my wallet and hand it to her.

  “Here, I’ll throw in some of this tea for you.” She puts a box inside the yellow bag.

  “Thank you.” I smile at her.

  “Of course. It’ll help with your morning sickness.”

  “I’ll take all the help I can get.” I smile once more and head back to our suite.

  When I get back to our room, I slip my clothes off and climb back into bed.

  “Morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” He walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and kisses my cheek. If I weren’t freaking the hell out right now, I would appreciate his wet body more.

  “I’m okay. I’m going to hit the shower while I’m feeling better.” I’m worried about being sick at Shayna’s wedding. Thank God it isn’t until this evening.

  I grab my things and head to the bathroom. Typically, when he and I stay together, we either shower together or the door to the bathroom stays open. Not this time. I hope he doesn’t suspect anything, but I really need privacy right now.

  I hold the offending object in my hand, refusing to do anything with it right away. I don’t know if I can do this. I slowly breathe in and out and then sit on the toilet.

  I pee on the stick and wait. It’s strange. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love more than anything to have a baby with Ryke, but I’m not sure right now is the best time. At least, I have the comfort of knowing he’s not going anywhere.

  Finally, after a long, slow, three minutes, I glance over to the counter where the test sits.

  Pregnant.

  I’m pregnant with Ryker Allen’s baby. I’m scared shitless, but, damn, this kid is going to be adorable.

  I hear a knock on the door. “Sweetheart, you alright in there? I haven’t heard the water turn on yet. Are you sick again?” As scared as I am, I know he’ll be able to calm my nerves.

  When I don’t answer, I hear the doorknob turn. Apparently, he picked the lock when he became worried from my lack of response.

  “Claire, what’s wrong? Do you need me to get you anything?” He looks over and sees the test still sitting on the counter.

  “Are you?” He doesn’t continue his question because he already knows the answer.

  “Yes” is all I can manage to say. “Are you alright with a baby?” I still don’t look at him. I don’t have a clue what expression he has on his face, but I’m too afr
aid to find out.

  He kneels in front of me. “Baby, look at me.” He grabs my chin. “You just made me the fucking luckiest man alive. Are you okay with this?” I know exactly why he’s asking. I told him before I wasn’t sure I could ever go through a pregnancy again after my miscarriage, but I have to have faith everything will be fine. When I nod, he goes on. “I know we haven’t talked about this, but you better believe that I’m happy about it. I’m going to marry you one day, Claire Davis. One day very soon.”

  I knew I wanted to be with this man forever, but we never discussed marriage before. It feels like there are a million butterflies dancing in my stomach. Not because I’m worried any longer, but because I’m so excited to have a life with this incredible man.

  “You are?” I whisper. “We’ve only been together for a few months, so I didn’t want you to feel like I’ve rushed you into anything. I’m so sorry. I must have forgotten to take a few of my pills.”

  He looks at me with a pained expression. “Claire, you underestimate how much I love you. I’d never think that of you. Sure, this wasn’t the order of how I thought things would work out, but who fucking cares? I’m going to make you Claire Allen as soon as this baby is born, hear me? I want the four of us all together on the most important day of my life.”

  This man. I feel like the biggest bitch for worrying so much.

  I stand up from the toilet and jump into his arms. “Ryker Allen, I love you so freaking much. I’m so sorry for worrying. I know you’ll be an awesome father, but I just didn’t know if you’d want this so soon.”

  “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have as many children that you’ll let me put inside you.” I think my ovaries just exploded.

  “I want that too.” I smile. “But these two are going to be super close in age, so let’s hold off on more for a while.” I kiss his nose.

  He laughs. “Deal. How are you feeling? Any better?”