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

by Toye Lawson Brown

  “You aren’t doing that if I’m offering my services to you.”

  Ryan nodded. “Mr. Jones, if you really want to help Megan and me, find Iona. Megan is constantly looking over her shoulder. She shouldn’t be a prisoner in her home or be afraid to go out without me. So, if you and Eddie want to help us, find her and make sure she and Emin will never bother her again.”

  Ryan left the building with his suspicions about his brother and Mr. Jones confirmed. He would seriously have to rethink bringing a baby into the world. Their families had a deeper dysfunctionality than he believed.

  Ryan unlocked the door and tossed his keys in the bowl. He didn’t notice at first, but a floral scent drifted in the air. He looked down and saw rose petals making a trail along the floor.

  He smiled and followed the path knowing where it would lead. He opened the door to the bedroom and music filled his ears. Megan came from the closet on cue from the music. She moved her body sensually to the beat of The Weekend’s Earned It. Ryan watched her dance, enthralled, eyes drawn to her undulating hips barely covered by the lacy red boy-cut hipsters and matching bra she wore. The stilettos gave her legs length and shape as she moved suggestively in front of him.

  “Welcome home, baby,” she whispered as she moved her head towards him, touching her mouth to his lips in a tentative kiss.

  Ryan’s disappointment with Eddie evaporated like water droplets on a hot radiator. Eddie was a grown man and if he was happy being James Jones henchman, then more power to him.

  “I like this welcome.” Ryan traced his palms upwards as he spoke, tracing her rib cage and stopping just beneath her breasts. His eyes came up to catch her gaze as she bore into him with a palpable intensity. “You’ve been on my mind too, baby.”

  He reached for her, but she danced away from him, forbidding him to touch her. “I didn’t think you’d ever get home. I’ve been thinking about you ever since you left the hospital this afternoon.” She danced around him, teasing him seductively. She wiggled a finger at him. “Not yet. I want you to enjoy my dance.” She turned around bending over to trace her hands up her smooth legs.

  Ryan felt his manhood jerk uncontrollably from the sight she presented to him. He moved behind her, his palms, cupping her breasts through her lacy bra and squeezing her ample orbs none too gently causing her to moan. As he swayed his body in motion to the music with her, he said, “I’m here now, so let’s not waste any time.”

  *****

  Megan felt her pulse quicken as she breathed in the heavy scent of his masculinity as he held her against the wall doing a full perusal of her body. She trembled as his hands came up to cup her breasts and rolled his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. She felt them grow hard in response. She then felt the warmth of his breath trace down her neck for a second before his lips took one of her nipples between his teeth to bite down gently, clamping onto the ever-hardening peak. He switched his attention to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. Megan tangled her fingers in his thick short hair and pulled him into her even harder.

  He stepped away from her long enough to undress. To Megan, he looked like sin and sex. Only they weren’t sinning. Megan never wanted this heat to leave their marriage. She loved his control and dominance. The way he looked at her nude body. She never wanted another woman to experience this with Ryan for as long as she lived.

  Ryan continued to suckle at her breast, and the sensations were almost overwhelming. Megan cried out when he removed his mouth, and all she could feel was cold wetness as he blew across her nipple, making it even harder. Her body was trembling as he supported her with his strong arms. She felt his fingers seek out her swollen nub as his hand slipped between the material of her underwear. She gasped, biting his earlobe.

  “Take me to the bed,” she rasped breathlessly. “I want us to make love on the bed.”

  “Who is in control here?” His tone was brusque as he lifted her arm over her head. He let his tongue lick down the length of her arm.

  She felt the shiver of anticipation all over her body. “You are, for now,” she ceded.

  He turned her around to face the wall; she felt Ryan rub his erection along her wetness.

  “Damn, you’re already wet for me.”

  “Baby, I’m always wet for you.”

  She made a low keening sound as he trailed kisses down her spine to the rounds of her hips. His hand worked her under around her hips and down her legs. He lifted her foot removing the garment and placed a kiss on her ankle. He repeated the same with the other leg.

  Ryan then spread her against the wall as if he was going to search her. Starting at the calf of her leg, he worked his tongue up her body, reaching that spot that made her convulse instantly. She scratched at the wall as he worked his magic. Drawing illicit moans and begging from her. It was too intense, and she couldn’t take the punishment any longer.

  He eased up her body, the heels gave her leverage as his enormous heat pressed firmly against her bottom, waiting for entry. “You like that, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “You know what I want to hear. Tell me, Megan.”

  His hands were planted on her hips as he gyrated against her. “I want you, baby. I want you now.”

  With a single thrust, he entered her, making her gasp. Taking all of his thickness was not an easy chore. Easing his way out, slamming his way back inside her, he started the hard pounding rhythm over and over again. He reached around and began playing with her already sensitive nub. Megan braced the wall, her cheek smashed firmly against it as she drew closer to her release.

  He mumbled in her ear. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”

  “Harder…harder!” The sweat from her body and the close contact with the wall caused a wet friction as he pushed against her from behind. She was on fire, her legs feeling too weak to support her.

  He thrust into her with a force nearly sending her over the edge. She needed a bar, a ledge, something to hold to keep from fall. She grabbed onto Ryan’s thick arm and positioned her body to give him better access. She heard him release an approval moan.

  Several thrusts later, they both met their climax. With his arm wrapped tightly around her to keep her from falling to the floor, he kissed her shoulder tenderly, as he rested his forehead against her.

  He eased out of her, and she moved from the wall and onto the bed. The music had stopped playing, and the flicker of the candles placed around the small bedroom cast a romantic aura. Ryan kissed her passionately and said, “Now we’ll make love the old-fashioned married couple’s way.”

  She grinned and raised her brow. “You’re going to kill me.”

  He nuzzled her face. “No, I’m going to make love to you again,” he said into her mouth.

  “I don’t know if I can keep up with you. We’ll have to make this one quick.”

  “Screw that, Megan. We’re done when I say we’re done. Now open your eyes and look at me. Your mouth is saying you can’t handle me, but your body is saying you want me to give you more until it hurts. Can you handle more of me, Megan? Can you take the pain?”

  She obeyed hypnotized by his stare. His eyes were the heart of him. Everything that flowed through him showed in his eyes, and she loved that. He leaned his head down to her lips and kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her. “I can take whatever you give me. I’m not weak.” She crossed her legs around his hips bringing him closer to slap flesh against flesh, belly against belly.

  He grinned and flexed his taut hips as he lifted himself up and pushed down with all his strength into her body. Megan closed her eyes and screamed out from the pain mixed with pleasure.

  Her mouth opened as the girth and length of him seemed to go on forever. Letting out a whimper, she felt her swollen walls expand. Her battered body felt like it would be pushed into the mattress as he cut through her. She felt his elbows plant just above her shoulders. His back arched, and he drove into her repeatedly. Each time, he seemed to go deeper, grow harder.

/>   Holding on to his muscled back, she bit down on her lower lip as he moved, each thrust left her weak but wanting more. He buried his head in her breasts, sucking on her nipples, pumping into her body in a rhythm only he could do. She held on tighter when she felt his arm pushing against the mattress to roll them over on the bed.

  Now on top of him, he grabbed her by her hips and lifted his hips. “Ride me,” he demanded in a husky voice.

  “I’m in control,” she grunted as she planted her feet beside him and pushed down. His eyes twinkled, but his mouth refused to concede. Gripping her tighter, he pushed back, penetrating her with powerful thrusts. With her knees beside him, she put her hands on his shoulders and threw her head back, arching her back into his thrusts. Weak but determined, she began to counter his every movement with her own, taking him on physically.

  Ryan clenched his jaw. She saw him fighting the ecstasy brewing inside him. He pulled her closer to him and sucked on her breasts. Then, without warning, he lifted her again, this time pulling her to her knees.

  Sweat poured from her face. She could feel his hot breath against her bare, sweaty skin as he trailed a kiss down her back. He moved his hand down in between her legs to her aching womanhood the sensation sent her into a tizzy. She dropped her head to the pillow, ready to throw in the towel; he’d won. There was no way she could match his stamina. “Please, Ryan,” she begged.

  “Lift up,” he demanded.

  She did as he commanded and grabbed the headboard. “Please,” she moaned again, gripping the wood tighter with her hands, knuckles white.

  He moved closer behind her. She could feel his hardness, prodding against her backside. There was no stopping him. She arched her back, hoping he was ready to release soon.

  He gripped her hands to the headboard with his own. She braced herself for his entry; then he pushed through her body in one long, deep stroke. She tried to move away from him to ease the pain only; she was trapped as he buried himself deep inside her.

  She cried out again not believing the rush of pleasure that suddenly flowed over her. “Ryan,” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Oh God! Yes!”

  He kissed her shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered into her ear as he pumped harder. “I’m never going to let you go or let anyone hurt you again.”

  Her back arched. Her moans turned to cries. Her body began to quiver.

  “That’s it,” he jeered. “Come with me.”

  His words did it for her. He took her hair and fisted it; pulling her head back to kiss her mouth. She felt herself create a tight suction around him.

  Holding her around her waist, Ryan pumped inside of her as she balanced on her knees, tears running down her face, sweat dripping from her body. His palm rested on her lower back as he gently pushed her down on the bed. Her face was on the pillow. He fell over on top of her, holding her waist pumping into her body finally allowing himself to release as she released.

  Both were too exhausted to move or say a word. Ryan’s heartbeat thumped against her back as he rested.

  He rolled off her and wrapped her in his arms. Megan drew her knees up and curled against him. He stroked her back and said, “If we didn’t make a baby from that session, we should stop trying.”

  Megan was too outdone to talk. Plus, she didn’t have the heart to tell him, she wasn’t ovulating yet.

  She rubbed his chest. “Are you sleeping?”

  “Almost, but I have something for you first.” He rolled off the bed and got his pants from the floor. Digging in the front pocket he removed a ring box and handed it to her.

  She propped herself on the pillows and took the box. “Ryan, what is this?”

  “Your wedding rings. The nurse took them off before our surgery, and I took the opportunity to upgrade you.”

  “I thought my rings were destroyed in the car accident.” She cracked open the box. “Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful. Baby, I love it, but you shouldn’t have. I loved my old ring.” “Now you have a bigger one to show off.”

  She leaped in his arm admiring the jewelry on her finger. “I can’t wait to show it off.”

  Chapter Twenty Three

  August

  “So what do you want to do today?” Megan asked, relaxing in the lawn chair. The late summer day was a written prescription to do nothing but be lazy and drink lemonade. Well, for her it was.

  Ryan lay on the weight bench. He grunted as he lifted the heavy dumbbells over his chest, counting off as the sound of the metal clicked together rhythmically. He put the dumbbells on the ground and sat up to drink a sip of water. “You could work out with me.”

  She crossed her feet together and groaned. “That doesn’t sound like fun. Why don’t you take a shower and then we can go to a movie. I feel like getting out. We haven’t been anywhere since Nick and Lincoln’s party last month. We’re a young couple. We should be out dancing or listening to music.”

  He nodded. “We can go dancing. I don’t have the moves like you, but I won’t embarrass you on the dance floor with my two-foot shuffle.” He wasn’t a great dancer but could keep a beat to the music. The perks of teaching had other benefits other than molding young minds; the students also taught him a thing or two.

  When he chaperoned dances, the kids often thought it was funny to get the teachers on the dance floor and make fools of them. Well, Ryan had to school some of his students in the art of mockery. He had been to enough dances to learn the basic hip-hop moves.

  She tossed a dandelion at him. “You can dance. We had a ball at our reception. Our first dance was a waltz then we broke out the real music and had the line dancing going.” She giggled. “We really had fun that night.”

  He took off his gloves and tossed them on the grass. “Yeah we did.”

  Megan fidgeted in the chair. “We should plan a party or something. I’m tired of sitting here doing nothing on our days off. All we do is work, Ryan. There is a whole city out there for us to explore. I know we don’t have the money to travel, and we haven’t been in our careers long enough to take extended vacations even if we did have the money to travel. But we can find local stuff to do.”

  “Megan, I’m sorry I can’t provide you the life you were used to as a child.”

  Her eyes became teary. “You should know by now that I don’t need money to make me happy. All I need is you to be willing to explore with me.” Abruptly, she got out of the chair and went into the house.

  Ryan cleaned up the gym equipment and stored it back in the garage. He decided to stay outside for a while to remove his foot from his mouth. He knew Megan wasn’t materialistic. All she asked was for him to try different stuff with her. It wouldn’t take a lot of money for him to do that.

  He closed the garage door, locking it. When he turned around, Eddie was walking up the driveway.

  “Hey, I come in peace,” Eddie said lifting his hands.

  “I’m glad someone wants peace. What brings you by, Eddie?” Ryan turned a lawn chair around backward and sat down.

  “I haven’t talked to you in a month. I wanted to make sure everything is okay on the home front and between us.”

  Ryan dragged in a breath. “Everything’s cool. Do you want a beer or are you working?”

  “I’m off the clock at five like everyone else, Ryan. Maybe not you. You wouldn’t let me explain before but I am not doing anything illegal.”

  “Hey, it’s not my business, Eddie. You were right, though. You are better off now than you were years ago.”

  “I have to take some blame too. I would be shocked too if I found out you were working for my wife’s father.”

  Ryan tossed Eddie a beer and asked. “How did you meet, Mr. Jones?”

  Eddie opened the beer and took a long swig. “I was one step away from living on the streets. I didn’t want to impose on you, and Kara had just gotten married. One night, I was walking downtown. It was late in the evening and I saw a man who had just left the Horseshoe Casino. He was on his phone not paying attention when a group
of young thugs attempted to rob him. I stepped in and helped him out. He thanked me and took me for a drink and told me if I ever needed anything to give him a call. A few days later I did. He first offered me a job as his bodyguard. It came with perks so I took it.”

  Ryan crushed the empty beer can in his hand. “Damn, Eddie; you should have called me. You’re my family.”

  “You were going through your own shit. I had to get my shit together and do something with my life. I like working with Mr. Jones. I now head up his security department when I’m not traveling with him. It’s a good job and I’m good at it.”

  “He is a good man. I owe Mr. Jones for helping you out.”

  “Hi, guys.” A soft voice floated from the distance.

  Ryan looked over at Lolita and hitched his chin. Eddie ran his hands through is dark hair and smiled. “Damn, who is that?”

  “That’s’ my neighbor, Lolita. She’s the same woman you saw the other day.”

  “I didn’t see her; I saw a figure in the window. Is she single?” Eddie asked, checking out Lolita as she worked in her yard. She pretended not to notice them looking at her.

  “Yeah, she’s single, but I don’t know if she is seeing anyone. She has a kid, too.”

  “Introduce me, bro.”

  Ryan shook his head. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. Lolita and Megan aren’t exactly friendly towards one another. She kinda hit on me, and when Megan found out she wanted to rip her lips off.”

  “That don’t have shit do with me. Come on, Ryan; I need a good woman in my life.”

  “No can do, bro. I don’t even want to think of Lolita becoming Megan’s sister-in-law. If you want to talk to her, you’re on your own.”

  Eddie popped the collar of his shirt. “I’ll handle my own business. I don’t need a wingman to get a woman.”

  Ryan chuckled. “Handle it then. Anyhow, any leads on Iona or Emin?”

  “Nah, man. It’s like they’ve both disappeared off the face of the earth.” Eddie stretched his neck to see over the fence. “Damn, she is fine.”