[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Welcome to Cedar Falls, a small North Carolina town nestled amongst the Smokey Mountains where the people are friendly and the men are hot.
When Vail Sommerlin inherited a house from an estranged uncle in Cedar Falls, he jumped at the chance to move away from his nosy mother, who he loved too much to tell her to butt out of his life. He just never dreamed that new life would include finding the man of his dreams.
When Lakota White first laid eyes on Vail Sommerlin, he knew he’d found his soulmate. He was pretty sure his grandmother was laughing her ass off if she was looking down at him right then. Probably even shouting, “I told you so,” over and over again.
Warning: an attempted suicide and a corrupt mayor who is bent on destroying the town once more instigates the zany characters of Cedar Falls to band around the two and help in their own unique way.
A Siren Erotic Romance
More From Cedar Falls
Entering the cool interior of the Potter’s Cottage, Lakota headed to where the vegetable seeds were kept. Red hair caught his attention. His heart sped up as the head sporting all that red hair turned in his direction. Wide blue eyes as clear as the summer sky stared at him.
Perfection. It was the only word that came to mind as he took in all that pale skin, small lithe frame and lush lips just made for kissing. So enamored, Lakota hadn’t even realized he’d stopped walking until Jesse plowed into him.
A squeak alerted him that something was wrong. He forced himself to look away from the beauty before him to stare down at the floor where Jesse was sprawled on his ass.
Suddenly the red-haired man was there with another man, this one with brown hair. They were both kneeling next to Jesse. The other man said, “Did you just fall?”
Jesse, one of the most sarcastic men Lakota had ever met, said with utter sincerity, “No, I attacked the floor.”
The stunning redhead asked, “Backward?”
Jesse glared at Lakota, clearly blaming him for this, before answering the beautiful man’s question. “What can I say? I’m freaking talented.”
Laughter like musical bells rose up around them and Lakota was sure he’d never heard a more alluring sound. “Here.” The stunning redhead held out a hand to Jesse. “Let me help you up.”
Once Jesse was once more on his feet, the sexy man Lakota couldn’t stop staring at said, “I’m Vail Sommerlin.” He then pointed to the man next to him. “This is Macon Roxley. We just moved to Cedar Falls.”
“Jesse Grant,” Jesse said. With another pointed glare he waved his hand in Lakota’s direction. “And this oaf is Lakota White.”
Those blue eyes fixed on Lakota once more and he knew he had to have Vail. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about the redhead that spoke to his soul. Lakota had grown up deeply ingrained in his Cherokee heritage. If there was one thing he knew, it was trust his instincts and right now they were screaming that Vail belonged to him.
Reaching his hand out to shake Vail’s, electricity flowed between them. Vail’s gasp when their skin touched, confirmed he felt it too. That boded well for Lakota. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Not wanting to be rude to Macon, Lakota reluctantly let Vail’s hand go. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Macon.”
“So what brings you to Cedar Falls?” Jesse asked.
As much as Lakota desired to get Vail alone—preferably in a soft bed, naked with his cock buried deep within that taut ass he’d gotten an eyeful of when Vail had bent down to help Jesse—he also wanted to know as much as possible about the handsome man who made his blood sing.
“My Uncle Calhoun left me his house after he died.” Vail shrugged. “So Macon and I have decided to live there.”
Lakota’s fingers curled into fists as he thought of this gorgeous redhead sleeping with Macon. He wasn’t one to try and break anyone up, but he might make an exception in this case.
Jesse’s face, on the other hand, lit up. “Oh? Are you two together?”
Both Vail and Macon looked horrified at the suggestion. Red hair and brown hair shook vehemently. “No,” Macon said at the same time Vail said, “Hell no. He’s my cousin.”
Instantly Lakota’s anger dissipated. But just because Vail wasn’t with Macon didn’t mean he didn’t have a boyfriend. “Are you dating anyone?” His gaze zeroed in on Vail, who shivered a little at the intensity of his stare.
“No. Why? You asking me out?” Apparently Vail wasn’t one who felt the need to beat around the bush. Lakota liked that.
The last thing he wanted to do was play games. It was why he didn’t date very often. He couldn’t stand the way some men felt it necessary to cause drama by not stating what they wanted. “Yes, I am.”
Lakota took a step closer, their bodies not quite touching. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”
Those blue eyes danced as Vail looked up at Lakota. “I would love to.”
So engrossed, Lakota completely forgot where they were or that there were others around until Cortney walked up to them and said, “Oh, good, Lakota, you found them.” She gave Vail a smile. “I hope Lakota was able to help.”
Jesse chuckled. “He’s helping all right. Helping himself to a date.”
When Vail tried to push away, Lakota held him tighter. “Let me go.” The hurt in Vail’s voice was palatable, cutting Lakota deep.
“That’s never going to happen, my little flame,” he whispered against the top of Vail’s head.
For a moment he thought Vail was going to give in and stay in his arms when he seemed to melt at Lakota’s words. But then he tried to push against Lakota once more. “I get the picture. You don’t want to fuck me. Did Macon’s comments about me fucking any man with a dick scare you off? Because he wasn’t wrong. As soon as you leave here, I’ll just head to the casino I heard about and find someone else willing to pound my tight ass.”
Anger surged through Lakota. He was willing to forget Vail’s past, but there was no way he was about to let Vail, for even a second, entertain the possibility of sleeping with anyone but him.
Grabbing the smaller man around the shoulders, Lakota lifted him and pushed him up against the house. His body effectively pinned Vail in place as his eyes bore into shocked blue ones. “I’m only going to say this once, my little flame. You are not to even think about touching another man. You are mine.”
Lakota ground his bulging erection against Vail, proving just how much he craved the redhead. “Never doubt that I want you, my little flame.” Then he slammed his lips over Vail’s in a bruising kiss.
He didn’t relent his assault on those luscious lips until he felt Vail’s body relax in submission. With his hips holding Vail in place, Lakota slid his hands down Vail’s sides and around to that pert ass.
Squeezing and kneading each cheek, Lakota found them to be the perfect handful. Slim arms wrapped around his neck as Lakota dragged Vail even closer, until nothing but their clothes separated them.
All he could think about was sinking deep into Vail’s body, claiming him as Lakota’s. The image of all that pale skin on display for him drove him mad with lust. He thrust his tongue into the wet cavern of Vail’s mouth even deeper.
The need to imprint himself on Vail consumed him. Wedging his leg between Vail’s thighs, Lakota pressed hard against Vail’s groin. A deep moan of satisfaction was pushed into the kiss as Vail started to hump against him.
Needing to prove he could pleasure his little flame, Lakota gripped that sweet ass tighter and tugged Vail into him. Vail’s motions became jerky and uncoordinated. The overwhelming desire to see Vail come apart in his arms was too strong not to indulge.
Ripping his mouth from Vail’s, he stared at the most erotic sight of his life. Blown pupils drowning in ecstasy stared sightlessly at him. That lush mouth, bruised and plump from their kissing, hung open as needy cries fell all around them.
Every bit of skin Lakota could see was flushed pink as Vail’s orgasm erupted from his dick. The thought of getting to see thick ropes of pearly white seed pouring out Vail’s cock had Lakota wishing he’d opened Vail’s pants. But that would be next time. For now he’d content himself with the breathtaking vision of his little flame flying all because of Lakota.
Slowly the black of Vail’s pupils receded and the clear blue was staring at Lakota with a dreamy expression. “That, my little flame, was just the beginning of what I can do to your body.”
Pressing his lips against the pulse at the base of Vail’s throat, he smiled when Vail tilted his head back to give him more room. “But there is to be no thoughts of others.” He nipped at the skin before soothing the small hurt with his tongue. “I don’t share and you, my sweet Vail, are mine.”
He sucked at the patch of skin he’d already been playing with. When he was done, Vail was going to wear his mark for everyone to see. There would be no doubt to anyone who laid eyes on the hickey he was creating that Vail was taken.
“Wait,” Vail said, although he pushed up to get even closer. “I start my new job tomorrow. I can’t have, uhn, oh lord that feels so good, a hickey.”
As much as Lakota didn’t want to get Vail in trouble with his new boss, he needed to prove to the world this amazing man was his even more. “Wear a scarf or a collared shirt,” he murmured against warm skin.
He loved that Vail didn’t keep arguing. With anyone else, Lakota suspected Vail never would have let anyone get away with the lurid mark he was creating. Yet, even after just a few short hours, Vail was already learning to bow to Lakota’s wishes.
It was small, but the very fact that Vail gave him even that much made it more special. External factors had turned Vail into a strong, self-reliant man. He doubted Vail asked for help very often, if ever. So to give up even this small amount of control was huge in Lakota’s eyes.