His Treasure | Chapter 13 | Understanding

 Let me make it up to you

She was washing her hair when she heard her phone ringing. Water dripped down her neck and shoulders, suds still clinging to her coils. Sudie reached for a towel, her hands wet, and picked up the mobile device on the bathroom faucet.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Sweet Angel. How are you feeling?"

His voice was low, careful. Like he was testing the air between them. Sudie bit her bottom lip. She did not respond. Her breath caught, shallow.

Ryan exhaled softly over the line. "I'm really sorry about last night. I want to make it up to you."

She closed her eyes for a second, the towel pressed against her hair.

"I'm washing my hair," Sudie replied.

There was a pause, then a smile in his voice.

"Oh, okay. Even better. Let me help you," Ryan said.

Her eyes widened.

"I don't—"

"Open the door, baby," he said.

His Treasure | Chapter 1 | Control. (Pilot)

 

You're doing it on purpose

"Mhm ... there, hmm."

"Right here?"

"Mhmm, yes."

"Feels good?"

"Mhm," came the breathy, airy reply.

Ryan squeezed Sudie's shoulders and exhaled. His hands probed the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck gently. He was trying to help her relax, but an entirely different thing was happening to him.

"Hmm ..."

He swallowed and cleared his throat. "You're doing it on purpose," he said, his voice husky—raspy.

His Treasure | Chapter 2 | Future Reference.

 

No experience

Ping. 

A notification came in on Sudanie's phone. Sudanie reached for it and opened her messages.

Ryan: Good morning, darling.

She stretched lazily and smiled.

She rolled onto her side and started to text her reply: Good morning, sexy. 

She placed the phone near her pillow and waited.

Ping. A new text message. She opened it. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Ryan screenshot a pic of himself in a black t-shirt, his left hand lifting the end of his shirt to reveal the hard muscles of his abs. Sudanie swallowed involuntarily. 

Another message came in. 

Ryan: What do you think?

His Treasure | Chapter 3 | A trip to nowhere.

 

Round Robin

"Give mi di roast chicken and vegetable rice."

"What kind of gravy yuh want on it?"

"Dem going to cook oxtail?"

"Yeh."

"Put some oxtail gravy on it. Hol' on deh ..." A pause. "Cross-buy, yah support Chevon round robin?"

Shane looked up from the stack of files in his hands. He was heading to Superintendent Dacres' office. Sergeant Mark Reynolds was standing beside Sergeant Nichayla Davis. She was writing down Mark's order for Sergeant Crawford's round robin slash birthday party. It was being held that Saturday. 

"I may have plans," Shane answered.

His Treasure | Chapter 4 | Friendzoned.

 

Move or I will move you

He punched him. Right in the mouth. If Mark wanted to report him that was fine. Right now he didn't give a shit! He was furious. Mark had set him up. The one person he had a solid friendship with on the Force betrayed him. 

Sudie heard something. He wasn't sure how much of the conversation with that Judas she heard, but now she wasn't answering his calls. He needed to see her. He needed to explain. Yes, what he said had some measure of truth to it, but he did care for her. He was falling for her. 

The sexual attraction between them was real. It was her that his body craved. Her that his member ached for every time he saw her. That night he stood in the shower and touched himself was about her. Not once did Lissa cross his mind. 

His Treasure | Chapter 5 | So close, but not quite.

 

"Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom." - Song of Solomon; ESV

The enemy within

"Again!" ACP Grant barked.

Ryan bent forward flexed his hips and flipped Corporal Montgomery over on his back on the padded mat.

"Corporal Stewart you need to bend your knees, or when you do that maneuver you'll hurt your shoulder." 

ACP Grant called Sergeant Blackwood over as a sparring partner and demonstrated the defensive move in a quick, fluid motion.

"What did you observe?" ACP Grant asked.

"Sir, you dipped your right hip and bent your knees to carry the momentum over from your shoulders and arms," Corporal Stewart said.

"Good," ACP Grant said. "Now you're going to do that move again and again until you get it. Afterwards, please see me in my office at 1000 hours."

"Sir, yes, sir," Corporal Stewart replied.

ACP Grant nodded. "Senior Superintendent Smith will continue the sparring exercises." 

SSP Smith stepped forward. "Alright gentlemen. Let's go." 

His Treasure | Chapter 6 | Toe the line.

 Claude

Sudanie went to the door. "Who is it? she yelled, annoyance clear in her tone. 

"Sudie, open the door!" The voice on the other end sounded like Claude. Her stomach dropped. 'Does he want to talk about the kiss? Oh God, not now!'

"Claude?"

"Yes, Sudz, open the door. It's important!"

"What is it?" Ryan came up behind her. He touched her lower back. "She has company."

"Is that Corporal Stewart?"

Ryan and Sudanie looked at each other. That was Dana's voice.

"Dana, what is it? What's the problem?" Sudanie's heart rate was going through the roof.

"Ask your boyfriend," Corporal Barracks said with a tone of derision. "Ask him why Sergeant Reynolds is threatening to report him to the IPROB if he doesn't apologize to him and pays his doctor bill."

His Treasure: Chapter 7: Take me, please.

 

The Dream

 His fingers squeezed her buttocks as he lifted her, and made sure her legs were securely wrapped around his hips.

"Ohh... Rhy, I'm burning up. Baby, please, I need you."

"Hmm... Sudie, I'll do whatever you want," he said.

Ryan buried his face in her bosom and breathed her in. His pulse drummed in his ears. Every muscle in his body was coiled with a restless energy only she could release.

His Treasure | Chapter 8 | The waiting game.

 

I'm yours 

Her heart skipped a beat. Her fingers brushed on his beard. She looked into his eyes, and saw a certainty in his gaze that made her shiver. "You're serious?" she asked.

He took her hand and pressed it on his chest. She felt his rapid heart beat. He brought her hand down past his belly to his crotch. He brushed it against him and sighed. 

His Treasure | Chapter 9 | In the blood

 

A bad heart

 The cell door opened and a Corrections guard walked inside stone-faced. "Sterling, you have a visitor," the officer said.

Zavier moved his hands from the back of his head and sat up. "Who?" he asked, his brow furrowed. 

He hadn't seen Kyle in over a month. His son, Zahir, came by yesterday. He doubted it was him. After Zaniv found out he had banished Zolah and her family from the country, he refused to come see him. Danae applied for a divorce. It probably wasn't her either. 

Kyle helped her to make it look like their marriage was dead and nonexistent for many years. When he was served the papers he took them and told the clerk that he did not want to contest the process. If Danae felt like she wanted to be rid of him so be it. He had never run a woman down his entire life, and he wasn't about to start. 

His Treasure | Chapter 10 | Lover Man

 

Two Weeks Later - Monday

"Dear, sweet baby, I know this is sudden, but I need to get this off my chest. I was a fool to have never seen you: seen your beauty and your gentle soul. I promise you from now on, I will dedicate my life to nurturing and cherishing the love that has grown between us. 

"I have never wanted someone the way I want you. I go to sleep and I dream of your beautiful rose: tasting it, touching it, and experiencing it. I'm addicted to you.

"I long to be one with you. There are so many things I want to show you. There are so many things I want to do with you, and do to you.🫦👅💞🍆 

Baby, I crave your touch; your hands on my body; my mouth on your mouth. I long for your soft skin on mine. I never knew I would feel this way. Thank you for giving us another chance, my beautiful fiance. I love you. 💗

"I can't wait for this duty to be over so I can be close to you. To hold you and show you off to my family. And you are right, you are my precious treasure. 💎 I love you, baby. I'll be thinking of you." - Ryan.

His Treasure | Chapter 11 | Lamb to the slaughter

 

"Sometimes I wish I was a man," she said bitterly. "Then I can be as strong as you, or stronger. I would strangle you with my own hands."

He moved swiftly. His right hand covered her neck as he pushed her against the wall near the foot of his cot.

"You were foolish in coming today. And very foolish in telling the guard to give you space."

He leaned into her, pressing his lower body on her. He increased the pressure on her throat. She shuddered and he felt the unmistakable stirring of sexual excitement in his loins.

"Little rabbit," he said, his eyes boring into her. "Why would you come into the den of the fox all by yourself? Hmm?" He pressed himself on her, grinding slowly so she could feel his arousal on her belly.

Her mouth parted in a sharp gasp before she squeezed her eyes shut, her entire frame trembling against him. He bent his head, catching the scent of wild cinnamon on her skin. Zavier inhaled it deeply, a low, guttural sound rumbling in his chest. "Interesting," he muttered.

He brushed his thumb over her parted lips. Her eyes flew open. He looked into them, reading the raw weakness in her gaze. "Unless you want something from me."

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