Hide & Seek (23 page)

LaRon rose, pulling her up with him, kissing her deeply before returning to the house, stopping in the kitchen where he stripped her and took her breast in his mouth.

Don’t fall for this shit girl,
her mind told her as LaRon intensified his effort and Jaleesa again moaned her pleasure. His hand found its way between her legs after he put her on the kitchen counter. Opening herself and allowing him entrance, LaRon began to pleasure her with his hands as her body displayed its pleasure.

“
You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck gently.

Jaleesa helped him out of his own clothing once again admiring the physique.
This man was always fine,
she thought lustfully her eyes coming to rest on his manhood saluting her at the moment. LaRon returned to her lips, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. His hands caressing her butt as he began grinding gently against her sex and she flowed even freer at his touch.

“
Take the wall down baby,” LaRon told her in between kisses. “Let me love you, really love you,” he told her breathlessly as he entered her and Jaleesa cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist.

LaRon took her back to their beginning doing things to her body no man had in almost ten years. Jaleesa came hard and fast, twice, before LaRon slowed the pace and they savored the feel of each other.

“
Baby, I won’t fail you again, I promise,” he told her softly, kissing her lips again, pulling her closer to his body, going deeper inside her.

Jaleesa again arrived crying out his name and clawing his back. Her body was screaming its pleasure as he laid her back on the counter, putting both legs on his shoulders and went to work. Anything he wanted she would have given him at that defining moment.

“
Damn, Deuce,” Jaleesa moaned reaching ecstasy once more.

He smiled hearing her declaration, arriving moments later as Jaleesa sighed deeply alerting him she was sufficiently satiated.

19

Kim and Mook were relaxing and talking about the earlier events of the day as he rubbed her legs gently, holding them in his lap.

“
What’s wrong,” Kim asked, seeing the look on his face.

Mook smiled slightly giving her a look before speaking. “You’re gonna stop reading my thoughts and shit,” he told her as Kim chuckled and hit him with the pillow.

Mook in turn lunged at her, pinning her to the couch and tickling her.

“
Stop,” Kim screamed as she continued to laugh.

Mook finally stopped, still smiling as he kissed her lips softly. Kim returned the kiss and they soon found themselves passionately entwined.

“
What’s wrong baby,” Kim asked again quietly as Mook rested his head on her breast, his hands still softly roaming her body.

“
That fool we met today,” he said irritably, referring to Freight.

Sucking her teeth Kim agreed with his sentiment. “I’m glad Top basically told him to step off,” she replied as Mook voiced his agreement.

“
Yeah, he’s a piece of work, that’s for sure,” he went on. “Arrogant as hell,” he added as Kim again agreed.

“
He’s got about one more time to look you over though,” Mook began again moodily.

Kim smiled slightly, unseen by him, before answering.

“
I don’t want him,” she said plainly as Mook returned to her lips and kissed her again.

“
I know that baby,” he assured her. “But he definitely wants you, and I’m not too sure what he might be capable of,” he told her seriously, looking into her eyes now.

“
Hmph, well if he wants to live, he better step the hell off and leave me alone,” she replied plainly and Mook knew she serious.

“
I don’t think he’s that smart, baby,” he replied as Kim rolled her eyes and neck and he laughed.

“
I’m surprised your mean ass didn’t kill him before we met him,” Mook teased.

“
Hmph, I thought about it,” Kim replied as he laughed again.

“
I don’t want talk about that loser anymore,” she told him, pulling his face to hers and kissing him again.

Mook followed her lead unbuttoning her shirt, ripping yet another bra from her and caressing her nipples with his tongue stud.
I’ma hafta keep a bra supply on hand fooling’ with this man,
Kim thought as the pleasure kicked in and the bra became completely insignificant. Mook slowly kissed his way down her body, removing her jeans and panties in one motion.

“
These are cute,” he told her holding the lacy, passion purple, undies in his hand.

“
Glad you didn’t rip them this time,” Kim tossed back as Mook chuckled and threw the panties on the floor, his face taking residence between her legs and setting her on fire once again.

“
Baby, damn,” Kim moaned as he brought her to orgasm, never slowing his motion.

Giving her one more, Mook finally licked and kissed his way back to her beautiful lips, kissing her deeply as he slid inside her and Kim arched her back welcoming him.

“
Mmm, Kim,” Mook breathed, both hands under her butt as he pushed himself to her deepest regions causing her to cry out in ecstasy for the third time.

“
Mm, Mook, don’t stop, right there,” Kim breathed as he continued to love her.

“
I ain’t stopping’ baby,” he replied biting her neck hard.

Kim dug her nails into his back as she hit orgasm number four and felt him finish in unison with her.

“
I will kill his ass about you,” Mook said softly as he kissed her ear gently, and they began to kiss. Kim felt his manhood begin to stir and knew he was about to take her on the wild ride again.

*****

Caramel was still smiling as she looked around the house Ryan had just brought her too.

“
You like it,” he asked coming back into the den where she remained.

“
It’s beautiful,” she replied looking the three bedroom, two bath home over. The vaulted ceilings made the house look even bigger. Caramel loved the crown molding as well as the designer colored walls differing in each room.

“
Well are you gonna just stand there, or you wanna see the rest of the house,” Ryan teased as she finally moved.

Caramel loved each of the two bedrooms she’d seen so far. They chose the one closest to the master bedroom as the one they would convert to a nursery for the baby.

“
You need to see a doctor,” Ryan told her as Caramel agreed and told him she would begin looking for one tomorrow.

“
Ryan,” she began looking in his eyes. “Thanks for all of this,” Caramel told him earnestly.

She was genuinely moved by his kindness and concern.

“
It’s all good,” Ryan returned kissing her softly.

Caramel hated the moments like this. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up the masquerade. Her heart belonged completely to this man and her body was consumed with his touch. While she hadn’t planned the pregnancy, Caramel was eternally grateful for it, praying it would drive him and Jaleesa apart and into her waiting arms.

His cell went off causing Caramel to jump. Chuckling, Ryan stroked her back and told her to relax.

“
Yeah,” he answered and began to talk as she walked into the master bedroom alone.

“
Wow,” Caramel whispered aloud taking in the huge room.

There was a sitting area on the other side of the room, right in front of the huge picture window contained. The bathroom had a rectangular garden tub and stand alone shower with glass encased doors and walls. His and her sinks topped off the magnificent room, the contemporary fixtures sparkling against the onyx wall tile contained and encasing the huge mirror affixed to the wall.

“
Think you’ll be comfortable here,” Ryan asked joining her finally.

“
Are you kidding,” Caramel threw back laughing as he stood behind her looking at their reflection in the mirror.

“
I think we look good together,” Ryan told her softly, his eyes never leaving her own.

“
Yeah, we do,” Caramel returned quietly.

“
Should have a handsome boy,” Ryan threw out as Caramel laughed.

“
Or a beautiful girl,” she teased as Ryan assured her the baby was a boy.

“
How do you know that,” she asked as he shrugged and told her he knew what he’d made.

They returned to the living room as the knock came and Ryan headed to the door. Caramel stood again speechless as the movers began bringing in the furniture from the truck. When they finished their task the entire house was filled with new beautiful furnishings.

“
Ryan, you didn’t hafta do all this,” she told him taking in the red living room set, complete with vibrant zebra and leopard print pillows.

Stepping close to her and looking down into her eyes, Ryan finally spoke.

“
It ain’t just about the seed, ya know,” he told her gently, kissing her after his statement.

Caramel didn’t want to get her hopes up, but she swore she saw love in his eyes as he looked at her.

“
I don’t want to be a burden, or an issue,” Caramel told him, fishing to get a handle on what Ryan may have really felt about her.

“
You’re neither,” he replied kissing her again, more insistently.

Caramel pressed her body against his own as Ryan undressed her, laying her on the new couch.

“
Thank you,” he told her softly, looking into her eyes again.

“
For what,” Caramel asked perplexed.

“
For being unselfish enough to give my seed life,” Ryan returned as she smiled and he kissed her again, opening her legs and sliding inside her.

Caramel’s body showed her pleasure at his entrance and they made love slowly, loudly moaning the enjoyment of their union as it vibrated off the walls of their new home. Reaching orgasm together, they lay holding each other as Ryan continued to caress her.

“
I’m going to do right by you,” he told her softly as Caramel smiled and told him he already had.

*****

Tyreece was finally free. He’d been working on the ropes they secured his hands with all evening. His wrists were raw and bleeding but he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind right now was getting himself and his wife out of this hell hole. Once they were free Tyreece was going to retrieve the money from his safe and get the hell out of Mississippi. He still had the 10k they’d stolen from Jazzy’s.
This shit is crazy now,
he thought silently rising and peeking into the dark hallway. From his vantage point he really couldn’t see anything. Tyreece took a deep breath and slipped into the darkness, allowing his eyes time to adjust before making his way back toward the embalming room where they still held his wife captive. When he thought of Tate violating her earlier, Tyreece’s heart was filled with murderous rage. Vengeance was definitely on his agenda once he freed her and they found the exit.

Finally making it to the room undetected he stood outside and listened. He could hear nothing, but saw the soft light illuminating the room from the single small lamp they’d turned on. His wife was still strapped to the table, her body exposed. Tyreece took another deep breath to stay his anger and slipped inside the room. He immediately spotted Tate nodding in a chair on the other side of the room, close to the lamp. Tyreece saw the cords leading from his ears to his lap, attached the mp3 player he was listening too. Tyreece stood wordlessly watching the man for several minutes until he was fully satisfied Tate was deep in the throes of sleep and wouldn’t awaken. Creeping quietly to the table, Tyreece placed his hand over his wife’s mouth as she too slept. The touch instantly awakened her as their eyes met. He put fingers over his own lips signaling her to remain quiet. Nodding her understanding, Tyreece removed his hand from her mouth and set about disengaging the straps that held her captive.

Tyreece helped her from the table all the while keeping half an eye on Tate, who hadn’t stirred since he came into the room. Hugging her tightly, Tyreece took her hand and began quietly leading them from the room and he hoped, to freedom.

“
Leaving’ without sayin’ goodbye,” Tate said evenly as they both jumped.

Wheeling around quickly Tyreece saw the .380 pointed directly at them. He swallowed hard seeing the malice in Tate’s eyes as he walked closer to them.

“
You never were very bright,” he told Tyreece as the man continued to remain mute, his wife right behind him.

“
You’re lucky tonight though,” Tate told him again as Tyreece let go the breath he was holding.

“
For now, Ryan still wants your ass breathing,” he added ordering them both back into the room as he walked over to one of the huge metal filing cabinets and opened it.

“
Come over here,” he barked at the woman who quickly complied. “Put these on his ass,” Tate barked handing her the handcuffs.

Tyreece’s heart sank. There was no way out of those. Sitting in the chair Tate directed his wife to put the handcuffs on and back away as instructed.

“
You did good,” he told her smiling slightly at her.