Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “Definitely,” he said. “I can’t wait to not study and have Janie cook me something.”

  “Your sister’s cooking does have that impact on us, doesn’t it? We should all catch a movie while you’re home,” Luke said as an afterthought.

  “Cool.” Then Robbie got the typical Callahan twinkle in his eye. “So I hear you and my sister are hookin’ up.”

  Both Janie and Luke smacked him on the side of the head simultaneously just as Janie’s mom shook hers in amused annoyance.

  “Don’t talk about your sister like that,” Luke said, smacking him again, but smiling.

  “What?” Robbie laughed while ducking his head. “It’s about time you two figured it out. All the rest of us knew it was gonna happen.”

  Luke looked over at Janie and shook his head while Janie just made a face and shrugged.

  “I thought I heard a ruckus out here,” Michael Callahan, Sr. boomed as he entered the living room. The man was just like his kids, gregarious, fun, and often times a prankster. Hugs were sent all around again then Janie’s dad said, “I’m so glad you guys could come for dinner. Heidi’s been waiting for Janie to do her famous finish to the sweet potato pie before she puts it in the oven.

  Janie turned to look at her mom. She knew her mother needed no help with the pie. It was her recipe, after all. That was just her dad’s way of saying he wanted Janie to split. She took the hint, knowing it would leave Luke alone with them, and said she’d be happy to finish it. She gave Luke one final look, then dragged Robbie into the kitchen with her.

  There, she tried to distract herself by finishing the pie and peppering Robbie with questions about school and girls, until finally Robbie stopped her.

  “I’m glad you picked Luke,” he smiled.

  Janie looked up to see a sweet happiness in her younger brother’s brown eyes. She hip checked him. “Thanks, bud. And I don’t even know if I picked him, necessarily. For me, it just always was Luke. I’m just glad he picked me.”

  “Please, why wouldn’t he? I’m glad you didn’t end up with that cop. Mike didn’t like him.”

  “I know,” she rolled her eyes then laughed. “Neither did Luke.”

  “So, this is serious, right? I mean that’s why Dad made up that bullshit about how you needed to finish making Mom’s pie? Because they wanna be alone with Luke?”

  She chuckled then sighed. “It’s serious, and yeah, I’m thinking that was Dad’s way of getting him alone.”

  “This is perfect. He’s already like another brother to me. That means I won’t have to get to know any other dickwads and be nice to them,” he said, sticking his finger into the sweet potato filling. She slapped his hand away.

  “So glad I can help you out there,” she said in a wry tone.

  “Are you gonna make those mashed potatoes again for Christmas? Those were so good,” he groaned.

  “Geez, I guess they were the hit of Thanksgiving. You’re like the third person to tell me that.”

  “They were. Will you make ’em?”

  “Of course. What are you going to make?” she said, her lips lifting into a grin. “Now that you’re no longer a kid, you should be responsible for something so all of us womenfolk don’t have to do all the cooking.”

  “I’ll make your stuffing recipe.”

  “Nice. It’s really easy.”

  They heard a clearing of the throat at the door and turned to see her mother standing there, her eyes red from crying, but a smile splitting her face.

  Janie’s heartbeat doubled. “Hey. Guess who’s making the stuffing this year? Robbie’s going to try it out.”

  “Oh, good! That means he can shop for it, too,” she laughed.

  Robbie groaned but rolled his eyes. Then with tongue in cheek, he said, “So, you comin’ in here to learn how to finish making your sweet potato pie, Mom? Because Lord knows you’ve never made it before. What would we have done without Janie here to finish it?”

  His mom grabbed the hand towel from the fridge and snapped it at him. “Wise ass. Get out of here and go talk to the boys. I need some girl time with my daughter.”

  “Whatever,” he smiled. “I know when I’m not wanted. I friggin’ just get home and already I’m bein’ kicked out.” He gave his mom a bear hug and a loud kiss before leaving the kitchen.

  There was silence while mother and daughter looked at each other, the older wiping at her eyes, the younger biting her lip from her nerves and excitement.

  “Oh, Janie,” she whispered. “I can’t believe how happy I am. You must be ecstatic.”

  Janie walked to her and they hugged each other long and hard, both of them laughing and crying at the same time.

  “Are you worried we’re moving too fast?” Janie asked.

  “No, not at all,” her mom said reassuringly, pushing Janie’s hair off her face. “You’re both certainly old enough to know what you want at this point in life and there’s no reason to wait, not after having such a long history together. He wanted to tell us you’d be moving into his loft,” she said waiting for confirmation.

  Janie nodded. “That’s the plan,” she said, unable to hold in the giggles. “I just can’t believe this. I never knew he felt this way, and in a matter of days,” she said, shaking her head.

  Heidi grabbed her daughter’s face. “What a Christmas this is, huh? So much to celebrate,” she beamed. “Your aunt Tabby is going to flip.” Her mom let out a squeal, referring to Jem’s mother.

  They hugged again then Janie leaned back and looked at her mom nervously. “Anything else he talked to you about?”

  Her mom gave her a saucy and secretive look. “I have no idea what you could be talking about. Now, get that pie in the oven and let’s get ready for some dinner.” Her mom gave her a knowing look followed by a huge kiss on the cheek, then called Robbie to set the table.

  ……

  “So, you just talked about us moving in together? Nothing else?” Janie asked when they were in the limo, her on one side, him on the other.

  He gave her that quintessential enigmatic look as her answer.

  She huffed a little and crossed her arms. “Don’t you dare say the word patience, Luke Daniels.”

  “And if I did?”

  She glared and cocked an eyebrow.

  “Patience,” he whispered, a playful smile around his lips.

  “Pain in my ass,” she grumbled.

  “Speaking of pains in the ass, I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you tonight,” he murmured.

  That got her attention, so much so that she felt a zing right between her legs. He watched her, letting his eyes skitter lazily down her body, stripping her with his gaze.

  “I hope so too,” she joked, feeling a little nervous and whole lot of lust. “Any hints?”

  He just remained silent and shook his head no.

  “I think you’re the one who needs the spanking, Luke Daniels,” Janie pointed out raising her chin in defiance.

  His eyebrows went up as he smiled wickedly. “Do you? Well, that would be interesting. You could certainly try to spank me,” he challenged. “It might be hard to do with your hands tied though.”

  She swallowed. Holy shit. “You’re going to tie my hands?”

  He paused and she could tell he was no longer joking. “Would you like that?”

  She swallowed again. She remembered years earlier after the ‘mommy porn’ bestseller had come out and she’d read it, she’d found some of the practices in the popular book hotter than hell. Not everything on its pages was her cup of tea, but knowing Luke might restrain her while teasing and loving her literally made her break into a sweat. She wanted the man with every fiber of her being.

  “If it’s you doing the tying, then I think I might,” she finally answered with a coy smile.

  His eyes softened but she could see them glittering in the darkened limo. He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “What you do to me, Janie. I love how much you trust me.” He leaned forward. �
�I can’t wait to get you in that loft. You have no idea.”

  Her body was pulled so tight with arousal, she feared it would snap before they arrived. But she didn’t have much longer to wonder…because they’d just turned down his street and were moments away from the front door.

  “You have about two minutes left before I rip those clothes off of you.”

  She squirmed in her seat and smirked. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

  He licked his lips. “I’ll catch you. And then you’re in deep trouble, baby girl.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  His smile widened as the limo slowed and then Luke got out, pulling her out right after him. They grabbed her lingerie bags from Decolletage, Inc. as they said good night to Kenneth. “We’re in for the night, Kenneth.”

  “Yes, sir. Good night you two,” he smiled.

  They said their good nights and walked in, saying hello to the employees in the foyer then heading to the elevator. Once inside, they didn’t touch each other, just glanced now and then until they reached their floor. He unlocked the door, letting her in first. He stopped her with his hands on her shoulders and took her coat off.

  “Take out your earrings and put them on the table,” he said quietly from behind her.

  Ho-ly shit. Her body was smoldering at this point, well in need of that fire extinguisher they talked so often about.

  She took her large gold hoops out of her ears, placed them on the table, then turned to face him. Backing away, she smiled coquettishly. He took a step forward. She took a step back. And the race was on.

  She laughed as she ran into the living room around the sofa. He walked slowly into the room, predatory.

  “You forget that I grew up playing fùtbol,” he said, referring to soccer. “I’ve got quick moves, baby.”

  “So come and get me then,” she teased.

  They looked at each other with lust in their eyes, the sexual energy bubbling up between them. They moved around the sofa together, one trying to outsmart the other, then Luke catapulted himself over the back of the seating, landed right in front of her where she let out a nervous squeal and then he threw her over his shoulder.

  While dangling there, he spanked her ass and she jumped. She leaned forward and bit into his back playfully. Her butt stung, but didn’t hurt. The anticipation of the coming hours was filling her with a nervous excitement. He rubbed her butt cheek, chuckled, then smacked it again.

  She let out an ‘eek’, her heart now racing. They’d made it to the bedroom where he’d tossed her onto the bed. She bounced once and looked at him hotly, his eyes were darkened and heavy lidded.

  “Do you like that shirt you’re wearing, Janie?” he asked, his tongue moving to his lips while he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans.

  She was mesmerized by his actions, not able to think.

  “Janie,” his hands stopped. She looked up at him. “I asked you if you liked that shirt.” He dropped his jeans and boxer briefs, his penis erect and large, jutting out from his body. He stepped out of his pants, then reached behind him to pull off his shirt.

  She licked her own lips, appreciating the gorgeous specimen of a manhood before her. Her chest rose and fell quickly with her arousal.

  “Too late,” he said, putting both hands on the open flaps at the top of her dress shirt and tearing it open, buttons flying everywhere. She gasped. “I’ll buy you new buttons.” Then his hands went to hers and pulled her up off the bed so she was standing before him. He unclasped her bra and took it off of her, practically ripping it in the process. Her hands skimmed over his stomach in the meantime. She loved his muscles.

  “I thought you were going to take me against the wall,” she teased.

  Before finishing his task of undressing her, his fingers went to her nipples and plucked. “I have something else in mind at the moment. You’ll give me that fashion show before this night is over, too.” Her head fell back as his fingers worked their magic. “But I think you need to be tied up first, naughty girl,” he said, putting his mouth to the tightened bud of her breast and scraping his teeth over it.

  She let out a sound and plowed her fingers into his hair. He chuckled with his mouth around her and began undoing her pants, letting them fall to the floor. He released her nipple with a pop and pushed her so she fell back on the bed. While keeping his eyes on her, he opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out some Velcro restraints. Two of them.

  His mouth formed a sexy leer while he twirled them in his fingers. Then he leaned down to kiss her. Once his lips left hers, he turned her to her stomach and said, “On your knees and then lean all the way down with your ass in the air.”

  “Luke,” she breathed, so turned on.

  “Yeah, baby girl,” he murmured, directing her body to his liking.

  “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

  There was silence behind her as if he’d stilled, then she heard a “Shit, Janie.” He had her in the position he wanted, then pushed her chest flat to the bed. Running both of his hands up through her hair, he pushed it off her back then leaned down onto her to put his mouth right between her shoulder blades. He sucked the skin gently and rained hot open mouthed kisses down her spine until he reached her right butt cheek.

  “Believe me. I can’t wait to fuck you either, dulzura. Bring your right arm down so your hand is by your foot.” She did and she felt the Velcro cuff go around her ankle then attach to her wrist. She took a deep breath.

  He ran his hand up her arm then cupped her neck while he spoke into her ear. “All you have to say is stop, and I will. We don’t need to get into safe words and all that shit. If you feel cramping, tell me immediately. If you say stop, I’ll stop, okay? It’s that simple.”

  “You better not stop, Daniels. You’ll be in more trouble if you do,” she said, feeling better than she’d ever felt in her entire life.

  He laughed. “Is the cuff too tight or anything?”

  “No,” she mumbled with her cheek resting on the bed. She felt like she was floating, she was so ripe for his touch and dripping wet for him.

  He ran his hand up her other arm and brought it down to secure it like he had the other one. Once she was shackled, her wrists to her ankles with her knees spread and her ass in the air, she waited for what he would do next, her rate of breathing immeasurable it was so fast.

  He let his fingers tickle down her spine and she arched as best she could into his touch. She could feel her nipples tingling, rubbing along the soft comforter. Completely unprepared, he smacked her ass cheek again this time with no clothes protecting it, making it sting. She moaned, every sense now heightened and on alert. He immediately rubbed at the spot then kissed it. She tried to squirm a little to relieve that beautiful pressure, but couldn’t. The feeling was maddening.

  While kissing one cheek, he smacked the other, repeating the same movement with his hand. She moaned as he rubbed the sting away until it bloomed into a heated sensation. As he kissed her butt cheek, it only added to the multiple sensations.

  She felt the wetness between her legs and she so needed him to touch her there.

  “Luke,” she breathed. “Touch it,” she begged.

  With his mouth still on her ass, he said softly against her skin, “Touch what, baby?”

  She dug deep into the recesses of her memory, then said, “Mi pepita.”

  He groaned out a laugh. “That definitely deserves a gold star,” he praised, bringing his hand around her front and resting it between her legs. “You mean this right here?” he teased, his forefinger and middle finger now sandwiching her clitoris which was wet everywhere from her arousal. “Cristo, you’re so ready. You like what I’m doing to you, mi reina?”

  She gasped then whimpered when he touched her. “Yes,” she moaned out. She heard the drawer open again and his hand moved from her until she heard a wrapper rip open. “Come back,” she begged. He laughed behind her.

  “You should see how gorgeous you look right now. I’ve thou
ght about taking you this way forever, Janie.”

  “Again,” she mumbled into the comforter, her curls now covering her face, “promises, promises.”

  His left hand moved around her front to between her legs and pressed into her slick folds, finding that nub to stimulate it again. Then she felt the sting of his hand on her right cheek and he rubbed it into a beautiful burn almost immediately.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, trying to get him to create more friction on her clit. She was hovering on the edge and felt her skin break into a sweat.

  “I’m definitely a man who keeps his promises, mi reina. That’s why you’re about to get fucked good and hard by your rey. Until you scream, baby.”

  He didn’t wait any longer and she felt him probe at her opening and then one inch at a time began pushing in, then out, then in, then out…until he was tightly and fully seated inside her.

  He leaned over her back, then moved out only to push quickly back in. Both of their exhalations mingled and sounded within the bedroom. “Are your legs okay?” he asked one last time.

  “Luke, you’re killing me here,” she came close to yelling. Then she moaned as he flicked her nub at the top of her sex. “Come on,” she gasped.

  He began moving at a steady pace and Janie felt her body starting to splinter. Her toes tingled, her spine felt a chill and a shudder went through her from top to bottom. Inside her, he felt huge like this and in this position he kept dragging against the front of her wall, hitting her G-spot. The fact that she couldn’t move and could only be a slave to his rhythm ratcheted up the pleasure factor for her until she was moaning and gasping into the comforter.

  His hand dug into her hair and pulled. “Baby,” he grunted through his teeth.

  “Luke.” Her body started breaking under his thrusts until she was screaming into the mattress convulsing all around him. That was his cue to move even faster, harder, until he was slamming into her, driving her slightly up the bed while the hand in her curls held her still for him.