Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
LYNAE
I t’s been almost a week since the incident on my sofa. I want to give in and make love to him again. I miss the feeling of him inside me. I hate that I came to my senses and stopped us from going any further.
I pull up to the house where Coral and Rowdy live and wait for her to come out. JoAnna is babysitting little Archer so that Coral and I can go to town for the day. The guys are at the department doing training.
Coral walks out, dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a tank top with a plaid western shirt over it. I’m wearing one of my prairie dresses and my cowboy boots. It’s been nice getting to know Coral. She’s sweet and from Alabama. Like me, she has a southern background.
“I need to run by the station and drop off some cash for Rowdy. Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah.”
We head into town. When we pull up to the fire station, I pause. Cars are stopped on the side of the road, and I see nothing but women standing around.
“Damn women complain that men make them sexual objects, yet here they are, objectifying our men.”
I don’t understand why the crowd of women are gathered here, until I see them. Coming out of the bay are Rowdy and Ryker, both shirtless, while the other guys are in full turnout gear. Rowdy and Ryker each have a bundle of hose draped over their shoulders. I watch as they stand at the bottom of a set of stairs. Ryker’s cousin Lance steps out—also shirtless. His suspenders hang low at his hips, while Ryker and Rowdy have them over their shoulders to hold up their pants.
“Go,” Lance says, and I watch as both men take off, running up the tower.
“Woohoo, go guys,” a woman yells, and I turn to look at her. “Aren’t those some fine specimens of men?”
She’s looking at my man, ogling him.
My man.
The thought almost makes me collapse. I watch as Ryker makes it to the top of the tower with Rowdy right behind him. They laugh and chuckle as they come back down. Ryker looks over and sees me leaning against the front of my car. He drops the hose and walks over.
“Hey, baby.” He laughs, and all I focus on are his muscles flexing. The sweat dripping down his impressive muscular chest. His hair plastered to his forehead.
I can’t stop myself. I stand up and pull him down, taking his lips. He takes over the kiss and wraps me up in his arms. People are whooping and hollering, but I ignore them.
“I want to go home,” I say as soon as our lips part.
“On it. Let me change, and I’ll be ready.”
“No, I want you now,” I whisper so only he can hear. His eyes flare, and he looks down at my hardened nipples.
“Damn, I thought he was free,” a woman says, and I look over at her as Ryker pulls away from me.
"No, he’s very much taken. See this?” I rub my belly and point to Ryker. “Mine,” I tell her.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I’ll be right back, vixen,” Ryker says before he leaves me to head back to the bay.
I don’t know what he says to his lieutenant or the others, but I notice that Coral and Rowdy are gone too. My phone pings, and I look down at it.
Coral
I’ll catch a ride with Rowdy. We can hang out next weekend.
Me
Okay. I’m going home with Ryker.
Ryker returns, still shirtless, but he’s in his jeans and work boots now.
“Follow me home.”
I get in my car and follow him to his house. My heart clenches that he called it our home. We enter through the mudroom door, which connects to the laundry room, and head straight for the master bedroom.
“I need to shower,” he says before taking my lips again. He lifts me up his body and carries me into the bathroom.
Ryker sits me on the counter and lifts my dress over my body, leaving me in my panties and bra. I kick off my boots, and he removes his boots and jeans. His cock is straining in his boxers, and I lick my lips.
“Fuck, I want your mouth on me.”
I bob my head up and down, excited. I jump off the counter and strip out of my bra and panties. He pushes me into the shower stall and turns on the water. We rinse off his body before I drop to my knees and take his long, thick cock between my lips. I slide up and down his shaft a couple of times before he takes over. He thrusts in and out of my mouth. I cup his balls and squeeze them gently.
“Enough.” His voice is so gravelly I almost come right then.
He’s turned on as much as I am. I can feel myself leaking from my core. He pulls himself from between my lips and lifts me up. In one motion, he has me pressed into the wall and his cock inside me. I throw my head back and moan.
“Yes, Ryker. I missed you so much,” I confess.
“I fucking missed this tight ass pussy.”
He pumps into me, over and over. His chest hair tickles my nipples, and I wrap my hands around his shoulders and dig my fingers into his hair. He pulls out and sits on the seat before pulling me toward him. He turns me so my back is to his chest and enters me in a long thrust. I lean my head back on his shoulder as he holds my hip with one hand and helps me move over him while the other tweaks my nipples. I come hard and scream his name. He doesn’t stop and keeps going. Now, both of his hands are holding my waist as he moves me up and down on him. He thrusts up, and my eyes cross as I start to come again. This time, he follows me over, and we come together.
Ryker
W ho knew a little bit of jealousy was all it would take? We are in my bed now, where we’ve made love a couple more times since the shower. She’s napping in my arms, and I’m staring at the ceiling as I keep one arm wrapped around her and the other up behind my head.
I’m thinking over this last week. We’ve spent every day together when we were off work. At the appointment, we found out we are having a little boy. I have an ultrasound picture of him on my fridge. We also gave one to my parents in a frame. They loved it. We haven’t told them that we decided on a name. I want to name him after Rowdy’s father, but I want to talk to him first and make sure he’s okay with that before we announce it.
Carefully, I extricate myself from Lynae’s body and slip on a clean pair of boxers. I head to the kitchen to find something to make us for dinner. There’s a frozen meal that my dad sent home for me. I pop it into the microwave then grab some fresh bread Mom dropped off yesterday.
By the time I have everything ready and I’m about to find a tray to carry it into the room, I turn around to see her standing there. She’s in one of my shirts, and I wonder if she’s completely naked under it. I’m going to have her for dessert once I’m done feeding her.
“You cooked.”
“No, I warmed up food. I can cook, but everything is frozen.”
“Smells good.” She moves toward me, and I open my arms so I can pull her into my body. She snuggles in, and I can imagine us doing this for years to come.
“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about changing the parameters of our relationship before I told that woman you were my boyfriend.”
I lift her up onto the counter and instantly know she’s bare under the shirt. I hold her face in my hands as I slide my body between her knees.
“I’ve been wanting our relationship to change since I met you, so I’m okay with it, babe.” I kiss her lips, and before I know it, I’m sliding my boxers down to release my cock and take her on the counter.
When she cries out my name and it ricochets off the walls, my chest swells with pride.
I have to reheat our food, but then we carry it to our room and eat in bed as we discuss more about our past.
“Why did you only have sex one other time before me?” I have to know. It’s a need deep in my soul. I want to know everything about her.
“Sayler basically raped me on our wedding night, and I couldn’t sleep with him again after that. He tried and pushed me a couple of times, but I wouldn’t let him. One time, he was holding me down.” She pauses, and I watch as she shivers at the memory. “He was going to force me, but I screamed, and his dad walked into the room.”
“He what?”
“Yeah, I don’t think his dad had a healthy liking for me either. The whole family is a bit crazy.”
“Fuck. I can’t believe your father was okay giving you to them.”
I watch her look down and then back up to me. “I want to be completely honest with you.”
“I want that too, baby.”
“My parents kidnapped me from my grammy and poppy. They’d lost custody of me and hated it. So, after Poppy died, they took me and told me my grammy was dead.” Tears start rolling down her cheeks, and I pull her onto my lap. “I thought I was seeing a ghost when she showed up in Tucson.”
“Baby, I’m going to make sure that the rest of your life is good.”
“Thank you, honey.” My heart swells at her words.
When I hold her close to me as we fall asleep, I silently pray I can always protect her and our children. I slide my hand over her belly as my eyes drift closed.