[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romantic Suspense, exhibition]
Amanda is carrying a little secret that could get her killed. Morgan wants to help, but will his past prove more than either of them can handle?
Morgan can’t get past that Amanda is carrying another man’s baby despite his being attracted to her. He lost his wife and their unborn child in a car wreck a year ago, and now he must face Amanda and her little secret. Amanda has fallen in love with Morgan, but Morgan has issues with the fact that she is pregnant with another man’s baby. She believes he won’t stick around once the danger is gone, but will he surprise her?
As they try to stay one step ahead of the men after her, they begin to grow closer. Will it be close enough to overcome her secret, or will he refuse to bury the past?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Sweet P
The swift knock on the door startled her.
“You okay in there? Come on out. I need to dry off before I soak the floor.”
Amanda blew out a breath and opened the door, handing him the towel she’d just used. She stepped out of the bathroom and noticed her pack had been moved. Had Morgan looked through her things? She eyed him, trying to discern if he had, or if he’d just moved it out of the way.
“You need to get out of those wet clothes and put on something dry, or you’ll end up sick.” He ran the towel over his wet hair, then hung it up in the bathroom and began pulling off his shirt.
She quickly turned around and dug in her bag for dry clothes. She could hang the ones she was wearing up to dry. As soon as he abandoned the bathroom again, she grabbed her dry jeans and T-shirt and closed the door behind her. Hunger spurred her on to hurry and change clothes. It had been a good eight or ten hours since they’d eaten the lunch. She was starved.
When she opened the bathroom door again, it was to find that Morgan had changed into dry jeans but hadn’t bothered to put on a fresh T-shirt. The muscles along his back rippled as he bent over and moved his boots out of the middle of the floor. Amanda swallowed down the need to reach out and touch him.
He turned around as if she’d made some sound and lifted an eyebrow.
“Um, I’m starved. Can we eat?” She latched on to the only thing she could come up with.
“Sure, what do you want to start with?” he asked as he poured out the stash onto the bed.
The honey bun looked good to her. She grabbed it and took a seat on the floor with her back to the bed and opened the package.
“You have to share.”
“Share my honey bun? Are you crazy?” She laughed and shook her head.
“Yep. I want at least a bite. They’re my favorites.” Morgan looked deadly serious when he said it.
“Fine. I get first bite, though.” Amanda pulled back the plastic and bit into the delicious pastry.
When she looked up, she caught him staring at her tongue as she licked the sticky from her fingers. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled her finger toward his mouth. When he closed his lips around it and sucked, she thought she was going to climax from the sensation of his tongue twirling around it, the suction of his mouth. Then he let her go and stood up, carrying a bag of pretzels with him.
“I thought you wanted a bite?” she asked him in a breathy voice.
“I think I got what I wanted.”
They finished their snacks on opposite sides of the room, each avoiding eye contact as much as possible. Amanda drank the diet cola he had opened for her, while he took the orange soda. She found herself wondering what his kiss would be like after the soda. Realizing what she was thinking about, she growled and tossed her trash into the garbage can by the love seat.
“What?” he asked, looking at her funny.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“No, I didn’t.”
He shook his head and switched on the TV once again.
The minute his mouth latched on to hers, she was lost. His kisses were lethal. She opened to him the second his tongue grazed over her lower lip. He plunged it inside and sucked hers back into his mouth. His lips and teeth devoured her. He pulled back just enough to nip at her chin, then spread kisses around her jaw, to her earlobe, where he sucked and nipped at it as well.
Amanda groaned when he licked at her neck then bit her there. She’d be marked good when he finished with her, she was sure of it. His mouth took and took from her neck and shoulder as far over as her blouse would let him. Then his fingers were unbuttoning her blouse to give him more access to her body. She shivered as the cooler air touched her overheated skin.
Before she knew it, her blouse was off and Morgan had the front closure on her bra undone. He reached down with his mouth and latched on to one of her nipples with his teeth. She moaned as he ran the tip of his tongue back and forth over it. His hand molded her other breast, pinching at her nipple with his fingers. He pulled back with his head and blew across her wet tip, sending shivers along her spine. She let out a shaky breath when he sucked on the other one.
She’d honestly forgotten Tyler was there until she opened her eyes to stare straight into his. They were heavy-lidded. She glanced down and almost wished she hadn’t. He’d pulled out his cock and was stroking it slowly as he watched her. She wasn’t sure what to think or how to act. Morgan must have figured out what was going on because he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“He’s just going to watch. He won’t touch you, I swear. I don’t want anyone touching you but me.” He waited for her to tell him if it was okay or not.
Amanda didn’t know what to do. Part of her was appalled that she would even consider it, while another part of her was already turned on even more. Was she a closet exhibitionist? She swallowed and reached up to pull his head down for another kiss. He relaxed into her arms, realizing she’d agreed in her own way.
Morgan stood up and carried her back to the bed, where he laid her down, then began unfastening her jeans. He tugged them down to her ankles, then handed them to Tyler to pull the rest of the way off while she watched him. Morgan slowly slid her panties off and once again gave them to Tyler. She watched wide-eyed as he held them to his face and sniffed them. He closed his eyes and moaned. Surely she should be scandalized, embarrassed by all of this, but she wasn’t. Instead she was hot and turned on knowing another man wanted her but couldn’t have her.
Morgan climbed onto the bed, having removed his clothes while she watched Tyler stroking his long erection. Settling between her legs, he spread her pussy lips and swiped his tongue from top to bottom, causing her to raise her ass off the bed in an attempt to follow his tongue. God, it felt so damn good. He settled in to lick and suck her pussy lips until she was wild with need. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and unerringly found her G-spot, sending her riding high with just two strokes. He tongued her clit, then sucked on it, and without any warning, she screamed her orgasm.
Morgan chuckled against her pussy lips, then licked his way upward until his thick cock bobbed at the entrance to her pussy. He bent over her and kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.
“Fuck me, Morgan. Please. I need you inside me.” She couldn’t breathe evenly anymore.
“I got you, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
He pulled her legs up over his arms and plunged inside of her. It took him two times to reach her womb, but he stopped short of bumping it. He filled her to overflowing, and she loved every bit of it. She wanted to taste him as he had tasted her, but she also wanted him to fill her full of his massive cock.
Over and over again he pumped inside of her until she was bucking with him, trying to get more of him inside of her. She glanced over at where Tyler sat in the chair and found that he’d pulled his jeans and boxers off and sat with one leg over the arm of the chair with one hand pulling on his cock and the other squeezing his balls. He stared straight at where Morgan’s cock disappeared inside her pussy and pumped his own with his hand.