[Siren Classic: Erotic African American Romance, HEA]
One bachelorette party was enough to change Natasha Franklin’s perspective on chivalry. She was certain it was dead and buried. Meeting Adrian Roman and finding her kindred spirit within him was more than enough to make her rethink her view on men. One date with him, and she knew that she couldn’t let him go. The distance geographically made things difficult, but despite that, Natasha felt herself falling in love with Adrian.
Everything changed when Adrian got a phone call from Natasha that wasn’t really a phone call. He knew within seconds she had dialed on purpose, for him to save her. He finds her in her home, bloodied and bruised, and vows revenge on the bastard that dared to touch her. With his brothers backing him, he seeks out the asshole responsible. By defending her honor, he hopes to prove to Natasha once and for all that Chivalry Isn’t Dead.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Michelle Roth
Adrian couldn’t believe he’d allowed Diego to talk him into coming back to Aries. Even if it was for just one night, it was a place he had gotten out of. The boys, of course, were more than happy to have him back on stage, and the new ones in the locker room even seemed to look at him like fucking royalty. What the hell Travis and Vincent had told them about him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but he would find out.
He was ready to do a couple of his best routines, do a few table dances, and get the hell out of there, just so they wouldn’t be missing their ninth man for the group routines. With Nicholas’s help, he fell right into their soldier and freestyle routine effortlessly. It was as he was suiting up for the night that he learned about the bachelorette party. Of course he was intrigued, and once Aaron moved up on stage to begin riling the women up, he chanced a look at the crowd.
Right there at the front middle table at the edge of the stage sat the guests of honor. Adrian felt his heart speed up as he took in the individual beauty of each woman. The bride wasn’t difficult to miss, her long, dark hair accented by a short white veil on a headband that held the dark strands in place. Her dark eyes held humor and light that sparkled as she looked at her friends.
The two seated closest to the stage were light-skinned beauties whose eyes and lips gave away their heritage. Adrian wouldn’t be fooled by the skin that looked like coffee with a bit too much creamer put into it. He couldn’t help but wonder if it would taste just as sweet. On the bride’s right-hand side was a woman that looked like she had seen and been through a lot. Wisdom shone in her eyes behind the lust she poured out at Aaron on stage. Perhaps the old man did, in fact, still have the “it” factor.
All the women were beautiful, but the woman seated to the bride’s left caught his attention and held on. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as her. A smile spread on his full lips as he saw her lean forward to whisper to the girl in front of her, and he chuckled as he watched her lips form the words “Holy shit.” Her body was long and lean, and her lips were enough to drive a man crazy. As they parted to drink more of her champagne, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering. Her heart-shaped face was graced with high cheekbones, dark eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes, and a complexion that was much like her friend’s, only Adrian believed she would be even sweeter than her friends.
Once they hit the stage, she was the one he couldn’t look away from. Her eyes widened in delight and wonder as they began their routine, and once it dissolved into the freestyle portion of the dance, he couldn’t help leaving his hat behind with her. Her nervous giggle was like the purest of bells, and music to his ears. He had been attracted to women in the club before, but this was something else. She had turned his head and aroused him, a feat most of the woman could not come close to doing.
Through the evening, he provided a table dance for the bridal party, and Travis pulled the bride-to-be up on the stage, using her in his cowboy act. It was when he was out working the floor that he was able to come face-to-face with the beauty of the bridal party. He gave her his warmest smile, and extended his hand, leaning in close to introduce himself properly to her.
A blush covered her cheeks and she spoke over Vincent’s music. “Natasha Franklin.”
He pulled back to smile at her before leaning in once more to her. “Did you see the card we left?” He felt her nod against his cheek before he continued. “It’s my studio. I teach dance as an exercise. Are you coming out?”
She pulled back to look into his eyes, then grinned brightly before leaning forward again. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
He couldn’t help leaning toward her slightly as he felt her breath on his skin. Her presence that close to him was unhinging him completely. He wanted to grab hold of her right then and there, stake his claim, and feel her lips against his. While it sounded good in theory, the shrieks of delight as Vincent finished his set reminded him of exactly where he was, and immediately he pulled away.
“Glad to hear it. Directions are on the back of the card.” He gave Natasha a grin and her hips a squeeze before he pulled away completely, heading for the bar to grab a bottle of water.
Adrian’s tongue brushed against her lips, teasing and tasting over and over again, making every nerve-ending stand up and pay attention. Natasha lost herself in the kiss, moving her body up against him, inviting him to taste everything she had to offer. She returned the kiss with all the passion she felt for the man over her, her nails moving lightly over the back of his neck. Soft moans escaped her throat, and she drew in a deep breath as he pulled his lips from hers and began kissing a path from her lips to her neck. His mouth moved over every inch of her neck, finding every sensitive spot and stimulating it with his teeth and tongue.
He braced himself on the bed above her with one forearm, making it easier to allow his free hand to roam down the side of her body. Within seconds, he found the button on her sweater and pulled it free, moving it to either side of her body to grip hold of her waist through the tank clinging to her body. Adrian moved his kisses down toward her collarbones, and allowed his touch to move down her feminine curves to hold onto her hip.
Natasha lifted her body up off the mattress and wrapped a leg around his waist, pressing him down against her. His growl vibrated against her skin and she smiled softly in response. She could feel him pushing her tank top up and his fingertips brushing the bare skin of her stomach. It sent those butterflies into overdrive, making her pussy quiver in anticipation of feeling him inside of her. She wanted it to happen then, screw all caution and safety. Her lust was working for her. Never in her life had she truly trusted someone as quickly as she had Adrian, and her gut was telling her to trust him. She’d be damned if she didn’t listen.
She leaned up, pulling her arms out of her sweater before she began pulling on the buttons of his shirt. As if encouraged on further by her actions, Adrian wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her up off the mattress as the other hand worked her tank top up and off of her, leaving her in her undergarment. Even that was not present much longer, as in one quick motion, before he allowed her back to touch the mattress again, he unclasped the hooks and pulled it free from her body.
She gasped softly and looked up at him in surprise as a grin settled on her lips. A smile of his own was returned to her before he leaned down to press his lips to hers once more. He adjusted his body over her, putting his weight on his knees between her legs as she wrapped them around his waist. Doing this allowed both hands to roam freely over her exposed torso. He took every inch of exposed skin under his touch, kneading her flesh tenderly. He stayed away from her breasts for the time being, building her anticipation to near-unbearable heights. She writhed under him, jerking on his shirt to gain access to the lower buttons, growing impatient with the slow pace he seemed more than happy with.
Adrian pulled his lips from hers and sat back to look down upon her. Her already full lips were swollen from his kisses, lust clouded her dark eyes, and her chest heaved with her breathing. A smile moved onto his lips as her hands gripped hold of his shirt, and she tugged free the last few buttons. A look of triumph moved into her eyes, and she leaned up, moving her fingertips over his chiseled abs to his chest, her gaze drinking in the sight of him. Adrian could see her passion growing in her eyes as she then looked up at him and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders.
Once her fingertips began pulling at his belt, Adrian kicked his shoes off and allowed her to explore his body. Her lips pressed against the flesh near his belly button, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, making him gasp slightly as his sensitive flesh was hit. He felt the button on his jeans loosen and then his zipper give way. While he was thankful for the release on the confines holding his aching cock, he wasn’t entirely certain she should be starting in on him so soon. In that split second, he made the decision to press her back onto the mattress and allow himself to take in the beauty below him.
He lowered his mouth to her flesh once more, tasting and teasing the tops of her breasts, kissing down the valley between them and inhaling the scent of the soap she had used before their date. Her natural womanly scent was intoxicating, and it took every ounce of control he had not to rip her jeans off and plunge balls-deep inside of her. A soft groan escaped his lips as he finally allowed himself to pull her darkened nipple into his mouth, suckling on her tenderly. The sounds she made only made him even harder, his thickening shaft throbbing with his need to be inside of her. Her nails moved over his scalp and stopped on the back of his head, holding him to her as her back lifted off the mattress, arching up toward him.
The primal part of himself that normally dwelled deep in his subconscious rattled its cage as she writhed beneath him. He moved his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the next, licking and sucking on her until each one was hard and straining up for more. Even then, he did not stop his work on her, but moved one hand down her flat, toned stomach to the waistband of her jeans, tugging open the fastenings to grant him access to what he desired most.
The heat that radiated from between her legs was driving him insane. He had to feel it, had to get his hands and mouth on it, and soon enough bury himself in it. While his fingertips toyed with the waistband of the panties she wore, he scraped his teeth lightly over her sensitive nipples, smiling against her as she whimpered and shifted impatiently under him.
“The best is yet to come, gorgeous. Be patient.”