[Siren Allure: Erotic Western Romance, with M/M involving the hero, public exhibition, spanking, HEA]
Because of her brother’s illness, Helen Miller is forced into an engagement with a corrupt banker she doesn’t love, a man with hidden motives that have nothing to do with love. She doesn’t expect to experience true happiness in her life, much less unbridled passion. But when a mob of ruffians attack her one night, she’s rescued by Jared Parker, a mysterious man dressed all in black, whose expertise with a gun is matched only by his skill at sensuality.
Though he’s a gun-for-hire, Jared’s gorgeous looks and dangerous virility ignite in Helen a passionate side to herself that she never knew existed. Jared has ridden into town at the behest of Helen’s fiancé, but when he realizes what his employer is and what he expects to be done, he rebels. Can Helen free herself from a despicable fiancé and find true happiness in the arms of a gunman?
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
A Siren Erotic Romance
She stood motionless, fearful and yet furious at what was happening. Helen was disgusted at having the foul young man cruelly pressing his fingers into her breast through her dress while he simultaneously used his other hand to fondle himself through his dirty trousers.
Jimbo laughed and looked around, making sure that all his men were watching. Then, without warning, he stabbed his fingers into Helen’s dress at the neckline and ripped down with all his strength. The buttons gave way easily to savagery. Without hesitation, the young hoodlum then grabbed Helen’s camisole and ripped it apart as well, tearing the thin cotton to expose extravagant breasts.
“Stop it!” Helen screamed, crossing her arms to cover herself.
A cry of excitement went out among the men, a collective howl like wolves on the hunt. Jimbo held a patch of cotton ripped from Helen’s camisole. He waved it at Helen then tossed the cotton to the ground and stepped on it, symbolically crushing her beneath his heel.
“Now get on your knees,” he demanded, lust racing through his veins like a drug. He pulled a Bowie knife with a foot-long blade from a sheath attached to his gun belt. The enormous, razor-sharp blade glinted silver in the moonlight. “Get down on your knees, and do it right. Make me angry and you’ll be the sorriest bitch Whitetail Creek has ever seen.”
There was a moment of complete silence as the outlaws stared at Helen, devouring her with their eyes as they waited to see if she would willingly sink to her knees to provide them with pleasure, or if fists and boots would be necessary for her to understand that she really had no choice in the matter.
Through the temporary silence, a much deeper male voice cut through the darkness, causing Helen and all nine gunmen to turn toward the intruder as he stepped out of the shadows.
“Walk away from this,” the stranger said. He was talking to Jimbo.
The stranger was an inch or two over six feet, with broad shoulders and a lean waist. His coat, shirt, and trousers, and even the neckerchief around his throat, were all midnight black. Helen guessed his age at somewhere around thirty-five, though she could be a couple years off in either direction. His hair was black as midnight, as were his eyes, which despite their darkness glittered dangerously. On his face was an expression that Helen was incapable of reading. She could not tell from the man’s expression what he was thinking. He just looked dangerous. Deadly dangerous. And seductive. She couldn’t say precisely how, but the stranger moved like a man in complete control of himself and the world around him, and this awareness triggered a physical and emotional response from her that she was only partially conscious of.
“I told you to walk away from this,” the man repeated, stepping closer. Despite his size, he moved with amazing grace and fluidity.
Jimbo quickly surmised that the intruder was alone, and once he was confident of this, his attitude changed immediately. He stepped closer to the stranger, moving away from his beautiful captive.
“No, mister, it’s you who had better turn tail and run like hell,” Jimbo said, menace dripping from every word that passed between his saliva-glistening lips. “Get your ass out of here now while I still say you can.”
The stranger looked at Helen. In a tone that was oddly conversational considering the circumstances, he said, “The name’s Jared. I’ll get you out of this in just a moment.”
“Seems like this is an imbecile that done wants to die!” Jimbo cackled. He waved the big Bowie knife through the air. “He ain’t even wearin’ a gun.” He spit on the ground, hitting the toe of Jared’s left boot. As he began slicing the air again with his knife, he hissed, “Looks like I’m just gonna have to gut you.”
Jared’s next move was made so fast and smooth that even though Helen had watched the entire thing, afterward, she couldn’t be certain that it wasn’t sorcery. Jared reached inside his jacket, under his left arm. When his hand reappeared a fraction of a second later, he held a Colt in his big right fist. And then there was the hideous roar of the revolver. The force of the bullet that punched into Jimbo’s chest sent him sprawling onto his back in the livery corral.
The other men were just starting to react, all of them reaching for guns in holsters, when Jared’s heavy Colt screamed its vengeance once again, barely a second after the first. Another deafening explosion and another young, vicious outlaw was sent tumbling in the dirt and manure of the corral.
Two men were dead. By this time the fastest draw among the outlaws was just clearing his revolver from its holster. He would have been better off if he’d raised his hands and given up. Jared’s aim was true, and the fastest draw among the young killers was the third to die.
What had been a gang of nine was now down to six. The six remaining, all of them dazed at the speed with which their ranks had been depleted, turned as though a single unit and ran for the open door of the stables, seeking cover from which they might return fire with relative safety.
“Come on,” Jared said, reaching a hand out to Helen. “We’ve outstayed our welcome.”
He could not keep his hips still. He thrust at Helen, meeting her forward movement, driving his solid cock through her fist and into her warm, wet oral embrace. When Jared invaded too deeply, Helen’s head snapped back, and she looked up fearfully into his eyes for only a moment before resuming the fellatio.
“You are magnificent,” Jared said, the three words having to be forced out through clenched teeth. A shiver went through his powerful body. “So magnificent that I need more.” He reached down and grabbed Helen firmly by her upper arms. When he spoke, his tone was both lustful and demanding. “I want all of you. Everything. You can’t hold anything back.” He literally hauled her to her feet. “I won’t let you. I want everything you have to give, or nothing at all.”
The physical comforts of the warehouse rooftop were definitely lacking, but nothing short of the searing fires of hell could have stopped Jared. Helen was looking around for something soft and comfortable, but Jared had other plans, and since he was infinitely more powerful than she, he had his way.
“Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pressing Helen against the wooden wall.
He brought his mouth down to hers. As he kissed her, Jared raised Helen’s left knee then positioned his lean hips between her tapering thighs. He thrust forward, pushing Helen backward against the wall. His erection slid against her thigh.
“Help me,” Jared hissed, his tone bordering on anger, his lips warm against Helen’s face.
She reached between their bodies, and when she curled her fingers around him again, his cock leapt as though grateful for the assistance. She guided him, and once he was moistened with the lubricating honey of her passion, Jared pushed forward, driving into Helen slowly but relentlessly.
* * * *
Helen clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself expanding, yielding to Jared’s greater strength and his frightening size. Never before had she needed to accommodate so much.
He’s too big! she thought, suddenly in a panic.
And just when Helen was about to beg Jared to stop, just when she was about to admit the ultimate embarrassment that he was too big and that she—despite her voluptuousness—was too small…Jared retreated. He slipped out of her pussy slowly, with controlled strength, until only the very tip of his cock was still between the tingling lips of her sex. When he was nearly completely dislodged, he waited, pausing several breathless seconds before he again began his slow, relentless invasion. He penetrated her more deeply on the second advance, and even more on the third. To Helen’s astonishment, what had begun as pain had transformed into nothing but pleasure, the most exquisitely satisfying sense of being completely filled she’d ever experienced.
“Oh, God,” Helen purred, balancing precariously on one foot. It seemed the entirely wrong thing to say, but she had no bearings or landmarks to guide her in these uncharted waters. She laced her fingers together behind Jared’s neck, holding tightly onto him as his thick, deep thrust forced her to yield to his strength.
With Jared, Helen felt as though she was a virgin again. Or, at least, she felt as though the times that she had taken Gregg’s insignificant penis into her body really didn’t count, as though what Gregg did to her wasn’t sex at all. And then, jarringly, she realized that what she had done with Gregg might have been sex, but it certainly wasn’t making love.
Helen closed her eyes, amazed at the sensations going through her. She was not a helpless woman, but she felt weak and small when she was in Jared’s embrace. He was so powerful, so thoroughly and completely an alpha male, that she was consumed by his strength. Each thrust, now coming with increasing speed and force, slammed her with measured violence against the wall.
Each thrust caused Jared’s pelvis to rub against her clit. Helen buried her face in the crook of Jared’s neck and shoulder, feeling the smoothness of his shirt against her cheek in wild discord with other sensations shooting through her body. Jared was thrusting with steadily increasing fury into her melting, accommodating pussy. The sound of masculine flesh colliding with feminine flesh echoed in her ears. Never before had she heard that precise sound so distinctly.
“Oh, Jared! Oh, no!” Helen suddenly gasped, her tone laced with rising panic.
But there was really no reason to panic. Jared understood—even if Helen did not—why she was so frantic. The orgasm was so near and approaching so swiftly she really did not have any time to prepare herself for it. Each hard plunge of Jared’s magnificent cock filled Helen completely, shredding her composure. She tossed her head back, oblivious to any noise or pain that was caused when her head struck the wall behind her. Her breasts felt overfull and extremely sensitive, and all the muscles in her stomach tightened to a painful degree.