[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, spanking, HFN]
The tragic losses of his home and a dear one take FBI agent Julian Harris one step closer to a shared life with his consultant and lover, former art thief Romeo aka Paris Moore. They have just moved in together and are trying to reestablish a certain normalcy when Romeo once again shuffles the cards. He surprises Julian by finally revealing some information about his true identity along with some unexpected news regarding his position in Julian's division.
During the nerve-racking hunt for the person that has been pulling the strings all along, Julian once again comes to realize that when dealing with Romeo, the only certainty is that all is not as it seems. But one question is more important than ever—after leading a life as a ghost for years, will Romeo’s love for Julian be strong enough to make him settle at last?
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
The phone was ringing with astonishing persistence, and it must have been ringing for quite some time, Julian realized drowsily, but he had simply assimilated the familiar melody into his dream. It was still dark, but now that he was beginning to wake up, he recognized the sound as it reverberated in the silence of the apartment around him.
“Don’t you want to answer it?” He reached out to touch the warm body next to him, except there was none. Neither warm nor otherwise. The other side of the bed was empty and cold.
Not again. The thought shot through Julian’s sleep-befuddled brain and left an acid trail in its wake. Julian rubbed his temples and groaned. He hated waking up with a headache. Especially when it came with a furry tongue and dried-out throat.
He threw back the cool, silken sheets and the heavy quilt and sat up. Answering the phone was not an option, even though the poor thing was still begging for his attention with its shrill cries that bore a faint resemblance to some well-known, classic tune. This was Romeo’s home, even though they were sharing it officially now.
Julian swung his legs out of bed, pushed to his feet, and waited for the world to catch up with his motion. Then he shuffled to the bathroom, which was in a strategically idiotic location at the other end of the big apartment. He barely turned his head to check the living area in passing, knowing that it was pointless. Romeo wasn’t in. He had once again taken off in the middle of the night, at some point after Julian had drifted off to sleep in his arms. Or maybe holding Romeo in his own arms. Falling asleep with his lover close to him was one of the merits of living together, Julian thought. Waking up with him would have been nice, too, but the chances were poor.
Of all the times they had gone to bed together, there hadn’t been a single occasion Julian hadn’t woken in an empty bed. Apparently the fact that he was living at Romeo’s place now wasn’t going to change that. He still wasn’t sure why Romeo had invited him to move in after Julian’s house had been blown up. Was it really because he wanted him near? Or had he just been under orders from Julian’s boss, Chief Baxter, to take him to a safe place and keep him there? Romeo’s own home would have been the obvious choice, the stylish penthouse apartment at the top floor of an expensive townhouse. So much had happened in the past thirty hours, and with his head pounding from a hangover like it was, he had no intention of putting the shattered fragments of his memories back together.
He shuffled to the kitchen area, remembering the box containing Band-Aids and various over-the-counter medication that could be found in any average household. Hopefully it also contained some decent painkillers.
A noise made him freeze and then perk up. A faint rustle. It was almost too low to hear, and he wouldn’t have noticed it if he had still been asleep, but since he was leaning on the kitchen counter at three in the morning, he did hear it.
Something, or someone, moved in the sleeping area. It was a blind spot due to the angle the far wall created. Julian wished he hadn’t been so damn responsible as to lock up his firearm in the small safe in Romeo’s bookshelf. He remembered Romeo’s and his boss’s warning not to go anywhere by himself. But I didn’t go anywhere by myself. He left me here by myself. There was a difference, wasn’t there? A difference the person who intended to kill him wouldn’t waste another thought on.
Julian quietly slid a drawer open and sneaked a hand inside. Yes. It was the one with the sharp kitchen knives. He gingerly ran a fingertip up the cold steel length of one, careful to stay on the blunt side of the blade, until he found the handle and was convinced that he could pull it out without making too much noise. The knife followed his tug easily. Julian weighed it in his hand. It wasn’t long, but it would have to do. At least it was really sharp. It was the one he had used in the evening to chop vegetables. He tightened his grip around the handle. He was damned if he let a bloody burglar—or the person who had assumedly already tried to kill him once—unsettle him that much. He checked the knife instinctively, reassured by its slender yet solid shape.
It was a good knife. Somehow it reminded him of Romeo. He, too, had the deceptively slender and graceful build of a ballet dancer but possessed an astonishing strength. His well-trained muscles were like flexible steel when used, and Julian had felt them in use. He suppressed a shudder at the memory of that moment outside the interrogation room when he had realized that Romeo was a lot more dangerous than he had ever assumed him to be.
“Are you sure about this?” Julian stared at the lump of cold, dead flesh in front of him.
Eyebrows raised and lips curled into his typical half smile, Romeo turned his head. “Sure. Why not?”
“Just…Oh, I don’t know.”
“Baby, don’t tell me you’ve never had a decent filet mignon in your life.”
Wrinkling his nose, Julian tried to remember. “Joe’s Steakhouse. Yes, that must have been the best.”
“Joe’s Steakhouse?” Romeo’s eyebrows were still raised, but the shine of amusement had vanished, and he looked faintly disgusted. “Indeed. You never had a decent filet mignon in your life,” he concluded and shifted his attention back to the meat.
Julian was about to protest, but watching his lover carefully slice and flatten the meat, he understood. This wasn’t about food. This was Romeo’s way of providing distraction, of keeping them busy and giving them something to talk about beyond the obvious.
“Could you be a darling and chop up those tomatoes?” Romeo’s usually so faint accent revealed itself on the last word, the distinct vowel. It had become stronger the day before, during those dreary hours in the afternoon and evening when Romeo had done his best to see Julian through the trauma of losing his home and a dear person along with it.
“Sure. Knife?” Julian asked, playing along.
“Top drawer, to your left. Be careful, it’s really sharp.”
Julian was just about to make the appropriate comment to that when he realized that, indeed, the knife was sharp. It sliced through the tomato as if it were butter, leaving it parted neatly. “Wow. You weren’t lying.”
“Told you, I never lie to you,” Romeo said softly. He’d moved to stand behind Julian. Leaning in, he breathed a kiss on his neck.
“Charmer,” Julian scolded, but he twisted for a proper kiss.
“Nn-nn. It’s true.”
Julian watched his lover for a moment after he’d pulled back from the kiss, thinking. “Romeo?”
“Who are you? Really, I mean? And please don’t give me any of the ‘I’m your consultant’ blah-blah again, okay?”
“Ah, Jules.” Romeo sighed and shook his head. “You worry too much, baby.”
“That’s not the answer to my question.”
Romeo turned back to him and stopped right in front of him, head tilted and lips parted. “No,” he agreed. “No, it’s not. You want to know who I am?”
Romeo slid his arms around Julian’s neck and pulled him down until their foreheads touched. “I’m the man who risks a lot to be with you.” He kissed Julian with tender determination. “I’m the man who stands by you, no matter what happens.” He kissed Julian again, more urgently this time. “But above all, I’m the man who loves you, Julian. Don’t ever forget that.”
His lips were soft and inviting, luring Julian on to drop his questions, just like so many times before. “Are you trying to distract me?”
Romeo grinned. “Is it working?”
“Hmm, not sure. Kiss me again, and I’ll let you know.”
Romeo was a fantastic kisser. There was no denying that, and Julian couldn’t help responding to it the way he always did. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispered.
“Bed?” Romeo’s voice had that husky tinge in it that never failed to make Julian tingle all over with lust.
“What about dinner?”
“Fuck dinner,” Julian growled.
“Huh. Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?”
Julian rolled his eyes. “Lame. But yes. In fact, I would.”
“Wanna do it right here?”
“What, in the kitchen?”
Romeo’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Yes.”
“Okay. Drop the clothes and hop on the table.”
Romeo smiled but did as he was told, and Julian took the chance to watch his lover. Romeo was in perfect shape, but he moved carefully because of his injured shoulder. The dressing on the wound would need changing soon, Julian noticed. “Does it hurt much?”
Following Julian’s gaze with his own, Romeo shook his head. “No, not really.
“Good. Lie down.”
Romeo stretched out on his back and watched Julian from underneath his half-closed lashes. “C’mere.”
There was this rough tinge in his voice that never failed to excite Julian. He undid his fly and pushed down his pants. His cock was erect already, waving in front of him like a flagpole leading the way. The way to Romeo and between his invitingly spread legs. Romeo was equally hard. His beautiful, straight dick curved up to his belly, bobbing and touching the skin where his stomach muscles stood out. Julian wrapped his hand around the silky, smooth shaft, stroking it once from base to sensitive tip. Romeo sighed and thrust into his fist.
“Shh, easy.” Julian smiled and repeated the motion then added the twist around the head he knew Romeo liked. Romeo moaned but remained still.
“Good boy. I like it when you’re obedient,” Julian whispered.
“Ugh. I know you do.”
“Maybe you should do it more often.” Tightening his grip, Julian pumped his lover’s cock with several fast, hard yanks until Romeo arched up and whimpered, and then he let go abruptly. “Obedient boys get rewards, you know?” Julian whispered and stepped forward. He took his own cock in hand, gave it the slow, comforting strokes he longed for, and lined it up with Romeo’s. The sensation of the swollen flesh alongside his own sent a shudder through him. Silk-covered steel. What a silly cliché, but so true. He moved his hand over both shafts, pressing them together tightly, and looked down to watch the dark-flushed rods slide through his pale fist.