Rekindle The Flames (The Men of CLE-FD Book 4)

by Toye Lawson Brown

  As his hands slid against her shoulders, he felt that familiar stirring in his body. He found himself wanting to explore her familiar curves, touch her smooth skin, and discover whether she tasted as good as the new scent she wore. He kissed her wrists with soft pressure, his tongue gliding along her beating pulse, then moving up her arm and over the top of her collar bone. He cupped her breasts, his callused fingers gentle as he circled her sensitive peaks through her clothing. He refrained from touching her where she ached, where she needed to be touched as she wiggled on his lap.

  Her lids lowered slowly as her mouth descended to his. Ryan closed his eyes and moved one hand up to the back of her head, sighing as his fingers sifted through her newly coiffured hair, messing it up. Her tongue teased his between nibbles on his lips and it made him want more, need her more. Putting pressure on the back of her head, he crushed her mouth to his, wanting to explore every inch and renew himself with her. His hand slid down to grab her hips and she groaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled. He was hard enough to pound nails and not feel any pain. She slid her hand between them and grabbed the front of his jeans, groping his painful erection and squeezing it tight.

  She pulled her mouth away, panting as she buried her face in his neck. Ryan felt her hot breath against his ear as she whispered. “You’re ready for me.”

  The small nips she delivered down the side of his neck were enough for him to carry her to the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and she hurried to remove her blouse and pull off her jeans. Ryan hurried to discard his clothing and leaned over her. Her eyes were ablaze with need and he intended to make her regret forbidding him access to her.

  “Do you want me?” His eyes burned into her.

  Megan sucked on her bottom lip and said, “Yes, I do.”

  Ryan leaned further into her, his tongue tracing down her chest and disappearing between her deep cleavage. She tasted as he remembered. “How badly do you want me?”

  He was nearly on top of her and Megan lay back on the bed urging him to get on with it. “I’m on fire for you, baby. Touch me and you’ll get burned.”

  He released a seductive growl. “I’m going to make love to you until neither of us is able to move.” He felt her shiver as he removed the soft pink bra that barely covered her breasts and the matching bikini panties.

  His thumbs teased her sensitive nipples, his fingers branding her, leaving trails of heat on her skin. He sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and she drew in a deep breath answering softly, “Then do it. Make love to me until I can’t freaking move.” Her legs opened on the bed, her body begging him to end her hunger.

  Raw need ripped through him as he assaulted her mouth, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth. He used one hand to grip her behind, pulling her up against his erection, teasing her until she moaned. She was wet and ready for him to be inside her, but he was stalling, part of his punishment for her. She cried out again as he slid his wet tongue across her nipple at the same time he pinched the other, making her back arch off the bed from the intense pleasure.

  “More!” she wailed, yearning for even more intimate contact from him. She pushed against him, eager to touch him, needing to pull him closer.

  “Beg harder, baby, or I’ll stop.”

  She whimpered in submission. He knew she was willing to give him anything as long as he just continued to please her.

  “Are you going to beg me?” he demanded.

  “Yes. Yes, I’m begging,” she reached for his manhood and he pulled away. “Please, baby, I want it…give it to me.”

  “Good, Megan. That’s what I want to hear.”

  “Yes, Please, more,” she etched out with pure desire in her voice.

  Ryan blew a warm breath across her wet nipples, making them stiffen again and peak up toward his mouth. His lips closed over them as they swelled. She gasped as he sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the tight buds.

  His hand began moving down her stomach, letting his fingers dance across her skin until he reached her inner thigh. His thumb grazed the flesh over her pelvic bone, a spasm ripped through her body. He teased her as he circled her swollen womanhood without touching its center, not willing to relieve the burning ache she suffered, just yet.

  His mouth returned to follow the path his hand had been. He kissed down her torso, slowly circling her belly button, before gently nipping the soft skin of her stomach. It was all so good, every place he touched on her relieved his own months of loneliness for a brief moment. His lips moved further down, caressing the inside of her thighs, his tongue sliding down and over her soft leg and under the backside of her knee, then back up to caress the soft skin where her legs formed that perfect V.

  His mouth hovered over her aching heat, torturing and still refusing to satisfy her. She tried raising her hips, but couldn’t as the weight of his shoulders pressed her against the bed, holding her in place, keeping her captive—right where he wanted her.

  He felt her go limp on the bed, ready to give up. His hands parted her soft folds, his thumbs caressing her inner heat as he sealed his lips over her sensitive area. She screamed out in pleasure as he sucked her into his mouth, his tongue quickly rubbing over her.

  She begged, “Please, Ryan. Now. Make love to me now.”

  Her hips rotated and she moaned softly. Ryan ignored her pleas and stretched her open some more. “Soon, baby.”

  He felt her body tense as his tongue laved the lips of her womanhood, making her cry out and shudder with fierce, aching lust. His fingers continued to explore as his tongue slid deeper and deeper. Megan released a series of short, incoherent noises. Her body arched as he latched onto the nub, clamping it lightly with his teeth.

  She tried to push at his shoulders, but it was no use, his tongue was relentless and she was powerless to stop him. Every nerve in his body was on fire, but he was determined not to lose control. He was in control this time. Megan would submit to him first then he would enjoy his pleasure. His large hands slid under her butt to bring her womanhood tight against his mouth. He increased the pressure on her nub and felt her legs trembling as she crossed them over his back. Her whole body was shaking. Ryan knew how she reacted when she was close and she was on the edge of an orgasm that would rip her soul apart.

  Then she shouted as her body shook as spasm after spasm washed over her. “Yes! Oh, yes,” she squealed over and over.

  Ryan lapped the juices that flowed from her, enjoying every drop.

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  When he inserted his fingers deep inside her core at the same time as his tongue swirled over her bud, she exploded with delighted pleasure. Her body shook against his skilled mouth as he guided her through waves of pure pleasure.

  Exhaustion took over her body, she sagged against the bed. Her bones felt heavy, making her unable to move. She felt the release of his mouth as his body moved up. She wanted to push him away, tell him she couldn’t take anymore, but she couldn’t move. She was his for the taking and she had never denied him and would not start now.

  “My turn, baby. I love you aren’t a selfish lover.” Ryan said as his teeth bit down on the soft lobe of her ear. She could feel the tip of his thickness pressing against her soft, wet opening.

  Lacking the energy to move, Megan’s head fell back and she moaned with abandon as her entire body felt like it was on fire. She shuddered feeling his burning, naked flesh against hers as he settled on top her. She adjusted her body, trying to lead him where she desired him most. She heard a soft groan escape his lips. The sound of his pleasure heightened her very own, knowing that he still desired her.

  His mouth covered hers and she tasted her own essence on his lips. She returned the kiss, letting him know the significance of what they’d just shared, the passion, and the connection of a married couple still deeply in love. She moved her mouth away feeling his hardness against her thigh. She squirmed, ready for him to take her, to fill the empty place inside her.

  He lifted his head to look down at her. She clearl
y saw the love he had for her shine in his eyes. “Please make love to me now.”

  “Tell me you missed me, Megan. Tell me how you miss my dick inside of you,” he demanded, his tone raw and harsh.

  She could feel him nudging against her opening. “I miss you and dammit, I miss you making love to me.” He pushed inside her a little more, it produced a small sting, but she didn’t care.

  “Should I use a condom?” He asked lifting his body slightly off her.

  “Don’t you dare move. I want all of you inside me.” Megan wasn’t on the pill and if she got pregnant she would tell him this time. She wanted to save her marriage and if sealing the deal with a baby would do it, then so be it.

  His hips thrust forward and slowly pushed himself inside her, one inch at a time. He was going to rip her apart. He pushed deeper and she whimpered. It hurt. He was large, but they did fit together magnificently. However, she hadn’t had sex since they separated. Ryan stretched her, forcing her walls to expand and accept him. Her slick flesh gave way, allowing him entrance as his massive member lodged entirely inside her.

  “Damn, baby, you’re so tight. Feels so good to be home again,” he mumbled against her neck.

  “Yes,” she panted. “You’re home where you belong.” His large body consumed her, dominated her as he pulled back and entered her again, rubbing against her spot, driving her higher and higher as he increased his pace. His hips pushed into her, one hand sliding beneath her to pull her up to meet him, making their skin slap together in a forceful meeting.

  Ryan did as promised and made her body sing with pleasure as he slammed into her. She cried out his name with each repeated powerful thrust and every pump of his hips. Their bodies were covered with a film of sweat as they moved against each other. The weight of his body, his large hands kneading her breasts, and his lips on her skin, added to her arousal, making her moan louder.

  “Come for me again, baby. I want to watch you,” his low seductive voice whispered to her as he filled her again and again moving faster with each thrust.

  Hunched on his knees between her legs, his thumb boldly stroked her nub as he moved in and out of her; she exploded as ecstasy seized her. Bright colors flashed through the darkness as her body pulsed and her womanhood clenched around his manhood, milking him.

  Ryan growled. “That’s my girl, show me you like it.” His mouth came down on hers as he entered her one last time, spilling himself deep inside of her well with a harsh, tortured groan.

  Ryan’s full weight collapsed on top of her as he rested to catch his breath. Although, he was mostly muscle, his 200-pound frame had her struggling to breathe beneath him. Megan kissed the top of his damp shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding and she felt Ryan’s doing the same. She wished she could see his face and know that he was as satisfied as she was.

  The bedroom was dark, the only light streaming through the window was the brightness of the moon. Ryan shifted his weight and rolled off her and onto his back. His light breathing filled the quietness of the room. This was the awkward part. What to say now that the lovemaking was over?

  She had to say something, the quiet was weird. “I have a permanent assignment at the hospital now—I’m an ER nurse.”

  “Yeah, that’s great. I’m happy for you,” he said in a raspy tired voice.

  “I heard from Gabrielle that you are now a journeyman.”

  The bedding rustled as he moved around. “Yeah, the Chief promoted me to the rescue squad instead of the ladder. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our dinner tonight.”

  Megan turned over and traced a finger down his chest feeling the ripples of his defined abs. She loved this man and it was time he knew it. “Ryan, I don’t want to argue about this anymore.”

  “Neither do I, but I can’t change how you feel.”

  “Well, I’ve been doing some thinking and I want to stay married if you do.”

  He caught her hand with his. His thick fingers traced the wedding set on her slender finger. “You want to call off the divorce?”

  “Yes. I think we should see a marriage counselor and let him help me learn to live with the danger you’re putting yourself in every day. What you said to me about being childish and immature hit home and I do need to grow up.”

  “Baby, I said that out of anger and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you, Megan. I will always love you no matter what happens between us.”

  “I love you too. I have been miserable without you. Tell you what, to celebrate our achievements, why don’t we invite everyone over for a cookout. We’ll announce we’re working to keep our marriage together and put all the negative crap behind us.”

  “We could do that, but Iona will not be happy with you and neither will Emin.”

  “I’ll take care of my mother and Emin isn’t even an issue. He lives in New York and should be leaving soon anyhow.”

  “He doesn’t plan on leaving without you. He told me that I should step aside and let him take care of you. You wouldn’t want for anything.”

  “Emin is always throwing around his wealth and my mother eats it up. She should marry him. You don’t think for a minute I have any feelings for him, do you?”

  “I’d be lying if I said no but not anymore. Look, he made a lot of sense, Megan. He’s your age, rich and has a job you don’t mind. I know you want kids, and on the fence about having them with me since I’m a firefighter.”

  She sighed. “We had sex without using protection, Ryan. Apparently, I’m not letting that stand in the way anymore. We’ll live our lives and let the chips fall where they fall. You just have to promise me you’ll be extra careful when you’re at work.”

  “What if you get pregnant before we iron out our problems? I don’t want to be shut out of my kid’s life.”

  “I won’t get pregnant; I’m safe for now. Anyhow, I know about your childhood and I would never keep our child away from you.” Hurt tugged at her heart. She would have to tell him about the miscarriage eventually.

  He rolled off the bed. “Well, I’m going to shower and go to bed.”

  “Wait, you’re sleeping in the spare bedroom?” Did he regret what happened between them?

  “I’d love to stay with you, but we can’t use sex to cure our problems, Megan. Once we make progress with the marriage counselor, we’ll resume sharing our bed. I’m trying to be fair and put every effort in saving our marriage because I could make love to you again right now with no problem.”

  Surprise choked her, jamming the back of her throat. As much as she hated the idea of him sleeping in another room, he was right. The main issue surrounding their marriage had to be addressed first. Sex was never an issue between them. He got it whenever he wanted it and she didn’t mind giving it to him whenever he needed it. Their sex life was healthy; it was everything else that was falling apart.

  He exited the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

  Megan rolled on her back and groaned from the ache he’d left inside of her. When she closed her eyes, she felt his weight on top of her. Their desire for each other was unbridled. Soon, their whole being would be that way. She was determined to keep her marriage and man happy forever.

  Chapter Seven

  It was too early and too beautiful a morning for a confrontation. The sun was high in the sky, and the weather was the perfect temperature for a run on the beach or sitting and watching the waves roll across the lake. However, Megan wasn’t doing any of that on her day off.

  Megan hitched her purse under her arm as she trotted across the street to the coffeehouse. Inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee instantly hit her nose. She needed a cup of the strong coffee to help her do what she had to do—confront her mother. It would be a battle and a showdown, but she was prepared to stand her ground.

  Iona waved from a table near the window, catching Megan’s attention. She joined her mother and ordered a coffee and a chocolate scone from the waitress who appeared at the table as s
oon as she sat down. “Thanks for meeting me this morning, Mom.”

  “You made it sound important. What’s going on?”

  “We need to talk about Ryan.” Megan looked at Iona and immediately saw the shield cover her eyes.

  “Oh, God. The only thing I want to hear about him is that you’ve come to your senses and have signed the divorce papers. Megan, you’ve dragged this out long enough. Even though I don’t care for Ryan, he deserves to be happy. Let him find a woman, one his own age, to make him happy.”

  “Why don’t you like him, Mom? We’ve been together for four years, and not once have you ever shown him any kindness,” Megan said.

  “I disagree,” Iona replied. “I have not been outwardly rude to him. He’s been in my home, and I’ve treated him with respect.”

  Megan retorted, “Dad likes him, and so does Connor. You’re the only one that gives him a hard time.”

  “Okay, Megan, here is the deal,” said her mother. “He has no family support system. His parents are dead. He has a brother and sister who he doesn’t have contact with, ever. What does this say about him? He doesn’t value the sanctity of family. You want to have children. They will know nothing about his family, because he doesn’t care if he has anything to do with them.”

  “That’s not fair,” Megan hissed. “Not every family has that loving feeling, Mom. He does keep in touch with his brother, and he is close to a cousin that lives here. What you need to understand is that Ryan is my husband. You don’t hide that you don’t like that. You know what, Mom, I don’t care anymore. We’ve decided to work on our marriage. In order for me to make my marriage work, I have to keep you out of it.”

  “Megan, don’t speak to me in that tone of voice,” Iona said, frowning.

  “I’m not trying to be disrespectful, and if I am, I’m sorry. But it’s time for me to stop letting other people make my decisions. I know what I want, and I want to stay married to Ryan. So, call off Emin and stop meddling in my marriage.”