Love Redeemed, Book 4 (51 page)

Oh, shit! That didn’t take long at all.
I believe that was a record compared to the last time I did it when I introduced the cuffs to our bed. Rayna’s eyes opened heavily…and hungrily. Fuck my own need; my lady needs me more.

“Awwww…baby, you want another?”

I watch as Rayna lifts from the bed, pushes me forcefully to the mattress and straddles me so that she’s on top. In mere seconds, she’s hovering over the tip of my cock with her pliant and gelled lips running against the head to navigate my entrance. Then, without warning, she plummets down onto me.

“
Arrrrrrgh!” she screams out.

“
Uuuuuuuuuh!” my throaty cry is nearly silent compared to hers.

She lifts and impales once again. I know this borderlines pain
ful for her. I see the sweat beads forming above her lips and her body is trembling on top of me. We’re both panting out loud, neither of us moving for a while. She’s so fucking tight; it’s been quite some time. But my determined Rayna is moving before I know it. She’s rising and falling, using her thighs astride my waist to balance herself as she pulls up and sinks down on me. My vision’s blurred and if I don’t gain ahold of myself, I’m going to lose it before giving her a second orgasm.

I grab her dampened frame and shift off the bed then lay her back on the edge as I stand over her. Her eyes are
harsh and her breathing is still frantic. Rayna wraps her leg around me as I lower myself, driving into her. She bites her lips and tightens her legs, pushing me into her.

“
Harder!” she demands forcefully. “Harder!”

“
Gaaaaah!” I push out as I start to go ape shit on her pelvis.

I’
m rocking hard and fighting my own release. My hands cuff her arms above her head as I plunge hard into her, filling her to the hilt. I have to give her at least one more to make her remember what we’ve been missing. In my libidinous delirium, I take one hand and grab her neck, minimizing her airway, but not totally closing it off. I’ve only done this with her a handful of times, and just like those times, Rayna climaxes within seconds. My thrusts are hard, savage, and yet all so satisfying. As I let up on her throat, I’m coming right behind her.

M
y head feels like it’s about to spin off from my spine. My heart is making its way out of my chest. Rayna’s arms shoot up from the bed and pull me into her chest, holding me so tight that I can feel her heartbeat almost as much as I feel her inner walls throbbing all around me.

“
I’ve missed you,” she whispers breathlessly in my ear.

After a few moments, when I
’m able to speak, I mumble, “Give me a few minutes and I can show you how much I’ve missed you more.”

And I do, minutes later in the shower.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the
Bentley, leaving a meeting at
Drop It
with Petey and Syn, I’m drained. The day has been long and the conversation I’ve just concluded hasn’t exactly lighten the heaviness of my shoulders. I still can’t believe Kid is gone. I’ve heard various renditions of the story, read the police report, viewed his dead body, attended his eulogy, even buried my
G
. And after that dismal process of finality, I still can’t perceive his death.

I’
ve lost very few soldiers in the field during my reign. I never had a large executive circle, so every thing and person had been abstract, so to speak. Kid—he was family. Therefore, it’s only right to make sure Syn and their children are set up comfortably in his wake.

The dilemma in it
is she needs to work, and between Petey and me, we could fit her in several places on our payrolls. Only, Syn had no occupational skills of value. She couldn’t even continue Kid’s carwash business because she had no knowledge of that trade. It was an emotional meeting at best. We all spoke ghostly from the shock of having to do this. Syn’s eyes were red and swollen, I presumed from profuse bouts of crying.

We were able to work out her coming to work at the recreation center
in the LBC with my culinary staff. There is an entry level position there that I feel can be the start of a new vocation for her if she gains interest. My head cook has a teaching temperament and would love a captive student. I explained to Syn, by me doing this she has to agree to completely change her regard for Rayna. It wouldn’t matter if she weren’t my wife; Syn would not be allowed to disrespect her any further simply because she’s on my arm. Quite honestly, I’d been planning to confront her about this just before Kid’s passing, but the time never came. Then after she spazzed on Rayna at the repast I wanted to choke the shit out of her. She was fucking lucky out her ass that Rayna didn’t lose it on her. Syn has no clue of that side of Rayna. But I do. I’ve seen her black the hell out on several occasions.

When I presented her with that condition, she quickly accepted it then broke down crying. I was shocked when Syn admitted to antagonizing Rayna for no good reason at all. She
was a blubbering mess as she poured her soul and cried her eyes out about being an alcoholic. My jaw dropped and Petey jumped to console her, sputtering attempted words of comfort. If it were under different circumstances, it would have been comical. After ironing out a few details, we parted ways.

I’
m now on my way to dinner to celebrate Yazmine’s birthday. I had my assistant catch us reservations at
DiFillipo’s
. The place’s popularity has grown in spades over the past six months. The menu has vastly improved and the ambience rivals the impeccable wine selection. It’s been a long revamping process, but well worth it.

We pull up
to the restaurant, and just as I’m stepping out of the car, my phone rings. It’s Chef Boyd.

“
Peace-Peace.”

“
Mr. Jacobs, how are you?”

“
I’m good, Boyd. And things on your end?”

“
Can’t complain, sir. The reason for my call is to follow up on the upcoming monthly menu. I see a...drastic change in the meals. There are lots of starches—pastas, casseroles, heavy sauces and gravies. This is totally out of the norm,” he inquires tentatively.

My mind
begins rewinding to the conversation I had with Rayna a few weeks back concerning this. She said she created the list on an empty stomach, hence the richness in her selections. I never got around to changing it that night after she lured me back to the master suite for another round of smashing.

“
Indeed,” I mutter. “Rayna pretty much has carte blanche in that arena. I’ll be seeing her in a few and will ask her about it. You’re right; we don’t typically go that heavy, at night at least.”

“
It’s no trouble to implement, but I figured I’d ask about it to see if there were some...details I’m unaware of,” he hesitates.

Details—

Pregnancy?

“
Oh, no,” I chuckle. “No news of that nature yet. Don’t scare the little lady off just yet with those possibilities.”

Boyd joins me in my mirth. “Okay, Mr. Jacobs. Just wanted to check with you two. I’ll wait to hear back on your final selections before I send my list of groceries to Louise.”

“Indeed. Good day, Boyd.”

“And to you, sir,” he bodes before we disconnect.

The hostess leads me to an empty table where we’ll be dining tonight. And before she leaves I ask, “Rose, was Mario clear on the specifics for the cake?”

“Yes, Mr. Jacobs. And you
r delivery arrived earlier as well. We are on target for the evening,” she ensures.

I nod. “Thanks.”

As I sit and wait for the women to arrive, I can’t get Chef Boyd’s call out of my head. What makes it even more humorous is that Tyler hinted to the same thing just this morning during our session. He casually mentioned Rayna’s laggard efforts over the past week or so since she’s returned from her weeks off due to the bug she’d caught from Erin. I had to explain how miserable that experience was for her. I think that ordeal would’ve put even a man on his ass for a few weeks. I’d seen her pushing forward, trying to get back to her normal regimen prematurely. That has been our latest theme of bouts: Rayna pushes herself too hard.

Tyler
seemed to have tolerated my explanation. He dropped it immediately and went quiet for a while. It was a little weird, but I kept it moving while we sparred. I mean, she’s my fucking wife. I’d likely know even before Rayna if she were expecting. We hadn’t been indulging as much as I imagined after exchanging vows because of fighting and then her getting sick. But that all changed when Rayna woke up horny as fuck and I was able to quell my insatiable need of her.

I can’t lie, before we left San Francisco, I’d had an inkling of hope.
But after her diagnosis, I got over it and quickly, feeling foolish because I knew Rayna has made it clear that she doesn’t want children. She’s been good at keeping up with her pill for all I know.

But she did gag that night in the bathroom and hasn’t put her mouth on my cock since then.
That was quite bizarre, but again, I fight the possibility. We are moons away from Rayna even considering having a baby. And even though our sexual cadence has been off as of late, I have to consider how it started when I proposed celibacy until our wedding day. And again the blow up about her past in Jersey, my unrelenting travel, her fight with Dawn, our separation when she learned of my sordid past, and then her sickness, sex hasn’t exactly been as regular as it’s been explosive. Rayna has gone beyond her typical minx persona, even sent lewd texts and pictures of her body parts. My dick springs up at that recollection.

I pull out my phone as I wait and review the pictures again. She promised to make me taste each image she texted.
Goddamn
—

“Here’s my boy,” I hear from just above
, pulling me from my lecherous thoughts.

I look up to find a beaming Yazmine and Samantha just beyond her. 

Fuck.

“And here’s the birthday girl
.” I extend my arm while supplying an overcompensating smile. I can’t stand because I’ll expose my raging erection.

By the time Yazmine moves to sit and Samantha moves up to embrace me, I’m in the safe zone. You don’t maintain an erection while touching your mother and mother-in-law. They put your shit on ice.

“Where’s my daughter?” Yazmine asks with excitement. She’s never referred to Rayna as an in-law. I guess not having a daughter will cause you to promote someone into that position with ease.

“Yeah, where is my baby girl?” Samantha gleams.

“Rayna should be here any minute. She had to pick up Erin, who will be joining us,” I offer.

The waiter comes
with menus and asks for our drink order, but not before wishing Yazmine a happy birthday. She can’t narrow her smile as she thanks him.

“We still waiting for two more people,” Yazmine cautions as she looks over her shoulder
, presumably for Rayna.

“We can start with our drinks,” I state. “I’ll order for them.”

I’ve been spending enough time with little Erin to know she’s an apple juice head. Because it is after hours, Rayna will indulge in pinot noir. And I order a bottle purposely to get her twisted. Those racy text messages have me riled up.

“Oh, here they are,” Samantha announces as the waiter walks off.

Rayna holds Erin’s little hand as she crosses the dining room, wearing a fitted dress that falls just below her knees with black leather
Monolos
that she’s inclined to wear to work, saying they are the most comfortable. As she struts in, I notice her thighs are broad, stomach is flat, but her breasts look more bountiful in this number. Her face is set to a scowl and there’s purpose in her strides. I stand as she approaches.

“Hey,” I greet her when she arrives to the table. I catch a
draft of her
Cool Water
. I place my mouth to hers and pull her bottom lip as I withdraw. In a flash, I see her eyes darken before they go back to their usual browns. It’s good to know I still have that affect on her. “You okay?” I’m a little concerned about her frown.

“
Yeah, I’m fine,” she murmurs. “Just hungry.”

Rayna then turns to the table to greet Yazmine and Samantha and I go to do the same with Erin.

“Little E!” I call out, using the nickname I hear Rayna refer to her as from time to time. “You ready to pay up?”

“No, Uncle Mir,” she pouts. I’m quite comfortable with
the title she’s given me all of her own volition. It’s very endearing. “You owe me ten dollars. Caillou is not Hawaiian! He’s French Ca…Ca…” she struggles with it.

“Canadian. He’s French Canadian,”
Rayna assists Erin from over her shoulder as she chats with the ladies.

“Canadian!” Erin boldly exclaims. “See, I told you, you didn’t know
Caillou.”

Rayna directs the tot to her seat before taking her own next to me.
She then pulls the breadbasket closer to her setting.

“Okay, you got me
,” I play along as I pull out my wallet. “Here you go. You’ve won the bet, fair and square.” I hand her the money.