The sun is beaming through the sheers. It will be another beautiful day. It is also the day I’ve completely fallen for Jonah Richards. Any man who totally has me wrapped up like he does has me for as long as he wants me.
Jonah emerges from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Standing in front of the mirror he combs his wet hair. I see him looking at me. “What’s wrong, Carrie?” he asks.
“Nothing. Are you done in the bathroom?”
“Carrie. Don’t be mad at me. Give me a chance to prove myself to you.”
I shake my head. “There is nothing to prove.” I start to walk away but stop. I need him to know I am unhappy. “On second thought, there is something wrong.”
He turns to face me. “I’m listening.”
My eyes instantly go to his wet, muscular chest causing me to momentarily lose my train of thought. Inhaling a breath and releasing it slowly, I find the strength to say, “I’m fine with waiting to have sex. But you have to stop teasing me. No more oral stimulation of any kind. We’ll kiss and hold hands, but that’s it.”
He crosses his arms over his chest blocking my view. “You aren’t serious?”
I nod. “Yes, I am.” I get a clean towel and go to the bathroom. I’m not in the mood to hear any explanations or be wooed by his sexy body.
16
Jonah
I’m not the best when it comes to romance. Darla didn’t care about proper etiquette when it came to dating and sex. Hell, she was good with people watching if I’d allowed it to happen. Carrie is different. She has an air of innocence to her. She makes me want to be the man my parents tried to groom me to be before I rebelled.
I have to think fast. I leave the bedroom, go to the kitchen and open the fridge. She has fruit and pastries left over from the party. After throwing a few on a plate, I grab a bottle of champagne, a carton of orange juice, and glasses, and place it all on a tray. I go back to the bedroom.
Carrie is still in the bathroom. She takes forever to get ready, a trait Cliff also has. I’d tease him about taking as long as a woman to get dressed. This morning, Carrie’s slowness works in my favor. I saw the disappointment on her face; it hurt my heart for her to think I didn’t want to make love to her. My goal was to give her what she wants romance, with all the works. But, the turmoil with Tequeela pushed it to the back burner, and I never got to it.
After selecting what music to play, I straighten the bed and arrange the food. Everything is coming together the way I want it; the only missing component is red rose petals to toss everywhere.
Carrie finally comes out of the bathroom wearing the white robe she lent to me that night. I cue the music and stand there grinning like an idiot.
She is more than surprised. I wish I had taken a picture to capture her face at that moment.
“Jonah?” Her eyes widen before a look of excitement takes over.
“Are you impressed?”
“Yes. Oh, my God, yes.”
Carrie leaps into my arms, nearly knocking me off my feet in the process. Warm and fuzzy moments have never been a big part of my life, but I’m feeling it now, along with love. “I intended to have this set up at an elegant hotel. You’d have gotten the red-carpet treatment.”
“No. I love that you put the effort to make our first time together special, not a stranger.”
“I know it’s not grand, and I’d do it again to see that smile,” I say gruffly, before lifting her arms around my neck. Carrie is short, and with me being tall, I adjust her body so her womanhood is in alignment with my cock. Holding her waist, I pull her toward me.
Her eyes speak what she is feeling. “Do it. Now!” she demands.
“I gotta suit up first,” I say. I put her down long enough to get a condom, then pick up where we left off.
I release the knot of the robe, and it falls open allowing me better access to her body. I lower my head, taking a nipple into my mouth, feeling the bud tighten as I feed on it. I can’t hold back any longer. My fingers spread her lips apart, and I thrust inside her with one push. I didn’t realize she was so tight until she tenses.
“Jonah,” she screams and starts panting.
I thrust in and out, slowly until she is able to accept me comfortably. Her arms tighten around my neck. I continue my gentle thrusting pace until I feel my orgasm building. Standing is fine, but I want her under me when she releases.
I walk her to the bed, and place her gently on her back, keeping an arm around her waist to not break our contact. I have her in my favorite position, where I’m able to control and watch the pleasure take her over as our bodies move in unison. Her amazing breasts are at my mercy too.
I support my weight on my elbows, as I don’t want to crush her as I thrust deeper. My cock is snug moving in and out of her tightness. I’m losing my mind as my orgasm builds. I’m close but hold off, waiting for her. I want us to enjoy the fireworks together.
But she is jerking under me, and her pussy is pulsing around my cock. I realize I need to hurry this up or I’ll blow my load without her. Pleasure flickers on her face when I kiss her neck and nibble on her ear and collarbone. Then, I capture her lips, kissing her deeply, biting her lower lip, sucking until she whimpers. My fingers are tangled in her soft hair.
The girl has me gone, lost in her world as my hips slam against her pelvic bone. Our skin is pressed together and her fingernails are raking my back. Her head is buried in my shoulder, and she is biting me. I'm holding her captive under me as I drive into her hard. My cock is branding her with each deep penetration.
It’s not until I hear her moan that I realize my entire weight is upon her. I could easily smother her, but she isn’t complaining. Her hips begin to jerk, and I watch as her eyes flutter shut.
I love the soft moans escaping her mouth. The feel of her soft body under me. How my cock is secure inside her tight, warm center. I’m in heaven.
She begins to wither beneath me. I hold her hands over her head to keep her body still before I lose it. Holding her this way allows me to suck on her hard nipples. With each suck and thrust, she is close to losing what little self-control she has left.
The look in her eyes scares me when she arches her back grinding her hips into me. She says, “Stop holding back. Give it all to me.”
I respond by giving her what she wants. I never imagined Cliff’s little sister as hot, little vixen in the bedroom before. If nothing else in the relationship flourishes, the sex will be off the chain.
I pull my hips back and plunge down. She cries out from the penetration. By her being a small woman, I don’t want to hurt her, but she is working me harder than I’m working her.
“Jonah,” she pleads. “Make love to me.”
I look down at her. “You have to loosen up, baby.” Her thighs fall wider apart and her hips relax. I sink in deeper. “That’s it, baby. You feels so good.”
I close my eyes enjoying the sensation and allowing the tension to build within me. With each thrust, I increase my speed as I ride hard inside her body. Her vaginal muscles tighten letting me know she is almost there.
“Now baby. I’m ready,” she pants.
She squeezes to clench my cock, and that does it for me. I tuck my hands under her buttocks, pulling her cheeks up as I plunge deep inside of her releasing. A moment later, she screams as a powerful orgasm rushes through her. Her body is twitching, her legs fold over my back, and I feel her milking me.
I stay still until my heartbeat slows. I feel her heart beating fast, against my chest. I look down, and she opens her eyes; she is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You have ruined me, Jonah Richards. I’m no good for any man but you.”
I chuckle and kiss her on the lips before pulling out. “My plan worked. You will never be with another man after me.”
She sighs, completely sated. “Good, because I’ve been looking for a man who makes me concede.”
“I promise to let you win once in a while.”
I start
to roll off her, but she stops me. “Don’t move. Hold me a little longer.”
“Babe, I’m crushing you.”
“I love it. It makes me feel secure and loved.”
My heart constricts. For the first time in my life, a woman wants me for who I am, and not what I can do for her. I kiss her forehead. “I do love you, Carrie. I have never told a woman I loved her before.”
“I’ve said those words to a man before, and they weren’t reciprocated with the same meaning. When you say it to me, I know it is heartfelt and true.”
“So why won’t you say it to me? It’s okay if you don't feel love for me right now.”
She wipes sweat from my forehead. “I do love you, Jonah Richards. I’m very much in love with you.”
I want to kiss her so bad. Carrie King has no idea how she’s impacted my life.
Epilogue
Jonah
I squeeze her hand. “Are you ready?”
Carrie inhales, as she sits in the chair. “I don’t know. I’m a little scared.”
The tattooist smiles and asks, “Is this your first tat?”
“Yes. I guess my nerves are a dead giveaway,” Carrie says with a trembling voice. “I can’t have it on my arms because of my job.”
“I can do it anywhere you want. How about on your upper back, shoulder or on your chest?”
She cringes. “No, none of those places. How about my lower back?”
“Babe, are you sure you want it there?” I ask. “It has to be cleaned daily and can be a hard place for you to reach.”
She looks at me. “That’s what I have you for.”
“All righty, the lady has spoken,” I say to the tattooist.
“Is the date symbolic?” the tattooist asks me.
“Sort of,” I reply. “It’s the date she received her biggest MC badge, courage.”
She looks at me and then says to Carrie, “Wow. I like the colors, too. You don’t want your logo or club inked on you?”
Carrie reaches for my hand, and I take it. “Baby, how strong are your hands?”
“Squeeze away. I can take it,” I say.
“Okay, ink me with ‘Lady Guardians’ too.” Carrie turns on her stomach and closes her eyes, biting down on her lip, awaiting the pain.
After the tattoo is done, Carrie admires it and smiles. “That was not fun. How long will my back be numb?”
I shrug. “You’ll be okay in a few days. Just think, you can show it off when you’re riding. Wear a sexy little crop top number. I’d definitely be looking if I was in a car behind you.”
“You solved that problem, but what about when—”
Tipping her chin up, I kiss her. “I’ll bend that limber body of yours in ways that’ll make you forget about the plain old missionary position.”
“Thought that was your favorite.”
“It is. But the scenery from behind ain’t bad either.”
“You are bad.”
I scratch my chin. “Babe, I’m bad to the freakin’ bone.”
Carrie
The weather is perfect for riding. I look around at the many MC clubs that have come to support me. Volunteers are passing out goody bags, filled with fuel to keep the bikers happy, for the ride starting in Cleveland then to Columbus, and back to Cleveland.
“Hey, sis, give me some love.”
“Cliff!” I run to Cliff and give him the biggest hug I can muster. I haven’t seen my big brother in so long, and I’ve missed him.
“Girl, look at you,” he says, twirling me around. “Beautiful as ever but you have a glow about you.”
I roll my eyes. “The sun is shining.”
“You know what I’m talking about. Where is my boy?” Cliff asks.
“Right here, brother,” Jonah says. He walks over to Cliff embracing him in a bro hug.
My heart swells twice its size from watching the men that mean a lot to me. Of course, Dad is number one.
Cliff shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His B2R vest is old and beaten, but still looks good on him. “So, you two. Is this shit real or are y’all just playing house? What does Mom think about it, Carrie?”
Jonah’s warm eyes find mine, and what I see gave me goosebumps. I take his hand squeezing it. “Well—”
Cliff waves his hand dismissively. “You don’t even have to say nothing. Jonah’s goofy look says it all; he is completely in love with you. He ain’t never been good at hiding anything from me.”
Happiness floods my body. “Cliff, I do know he loves me. But we have a long way to go. It’s only been a few weeks.”
Jonah cocks his head looking at me. “I know she is in love with me. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, that settles it,” Cliff says. “I’m happy for both of you. Jonah, I stand behind what I told you before. She’s my blood.”
Jonah raises his hand. “Look, bro, I told you—”
“Cliff!” I interject. “Stop being the overprotective brother.”
“Baby girl, that’ll never happen,” Cliff says. “However, I sleep better at night knowing Jonah is protecting you. And, one day, I will move back to Cleveland and we’ll be a big family again.”
“Seriously, you’re thinking about moving back?” Jonah asks.
Cliff nods. “Not sure when, but one day.”
“Man, that made my day,” Jonah says. He and Cliff share a high-five.
I love watching them together; there’s so much brotherly love between them. Before Cliff’s shooting, they had a lot of fun together outside of B2R. God, it would be nice if they could reclaim that.
As I watch them interact, I have to thank God for Jonah. It has been two weeks since the mess with Tequeela. I have not heard a peep from her or Kiana. Plus, I got the promotion at work on my own merit and not by blackmail.
I don’t know what happened to Norma Jones after she lost her job. And I don’t believe Jonah had anything to do with her disappearance or Tequeela’s sudden silence. He would’ve told me if they’d taken care of them. If nothing else, Jonah is honest to the core.
“Oh crap, I forgot to ask Mom something. I’ll be back in a minute,” Cliff says.
“Okay, I’ll find you later,” I yell to him as he trots away.
“Hey, babe,” Jonah says as he wraps his arms around my waist. “We invited a lot of non-club members to ride today. I’m going to read them the rules.”
“I’ll come help you. Then you can meet the Lady Guardians that are here from Pennsylvania and New York.”
He groans. “Do I have to meet them?”
I frown. “Yes. The ladies are very nice, and should meet the president of B2R, since you’ve taken us under your wing.”
“Fuck…okay.”
I kiss him on the nose. “Thank you, baby.”
“Babe, wait. I have a confession.”
“Another one?”
“I overheard your conversation with your mom earlier.” He has a cheeky smile on his face.
“Did you? Then you heard what I said to her.” I break out in a sweat. My mom’s always asking where we are in our relationship. She refuses to hear we are not rushing.
Jonah drops his head to kiss me. When he breaks away, he says, “You really want to hear what I gotta say?”
I love it when Jonah is playful. “Yes,” I say, softly.
The blue of his eyes sparkle from the sun shining on them. I’m dead even without hearing what he has to say; those dashing eyes get me every time.
“Next time Momma asks where the next step takes us, tell her the truth. “We are stepping to forever.”
My breathing slows for a moment and then I whisper, “I love that word—forever.”
He continues to smile. “Yeah, baby, you and me forever.”
I reach up and caress his cheek. I never saw this coming. Before, Jonah was a part of my life because of Cliff. Now he has worked his way into my heart to be my forever because of my love for him. I’m never letting him go…ever.
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About the Author
Toye Lawson Brown lives in a western suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. She is an Amazon bestselling author of romance that includes interracial romance, romantic suspense, and multicultural novels. Her multicultural books were nominated for Breakout Author of the Year (2014) and Best Interracial Romance (2015) by the B.R.A.B Book Club. Also, The Men of CLE-FD was nominated for a Reader's Choice Award for IR/MC best series. Each novel is a journey into the lives of strong characters with ordinary backgrounds. Always a sucker for a happy ending, Toye Lawson Brown strives to lure readers from the present and to her fictional world.
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