Under Tanner's Thumb
A Siren Adult Fairy Tale

Camille Barton sat on her back porch, listening to the creak of the ancient wooden rocking chair as she sipped her wine. The cool, April night air soothed the anger still brewing inside of her. Of course, the red wine helped, too. Another one bites the dust.

Stood up again. How many times did that make for her now? Todd Wilson would never set foot inside her house again or in her bed for that matter. She was certain of that after the message she’d left on his answering machine an hour ago. No more dangling by her fingertips from a cliff waiting for him to show up for their dates. One of these years, she might learn.

Ready to take another sip of wine, she nearly leaped out of her skin at the sound of a deep, masculine voice.

“Do you think you could help me, lady?”

Her eyes quickly scanned her backyard. The porch light over her head only illuminated so far into the yard. Springing up from the rocker, she walked to the edge of the porch and searched for the source of that deep, husky voice.

“Careful. You damned near stepped on me.”

“What?”

“Look down by your left foot.”

Bullets of fear shot through her at the bizarre request and the fact she couldn’t see the man. Since she hadn’t even finished her first glass of wine yet, there was no way she was falling down drunk. Besides, she didn’t do falling down drunk. The bulb near the door afforded enough light for her to see the entire porch clearly. Goose bumps popped out on her flesh, but that could be because she didn’t have on a jacket. Her instincts warned her to bolt inside the house and quick, but when she heard that seductive male voice again...

“Can you please just look down?”

The masculine voice held a richness to it, reminding her of a decadent two layer dark chocolate cake. Sucking in a deep breath, she slowly lowered her eyes.

“Ohmigod!” She jumped back, and the wine glass slipped from her fingers, shattering into a dozen pieces across the porch boards.

“Jesus, you could have killed me.”

Staring down at the tiny creature standing on her porch, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Camille blinked and shook her head simultaneously. She’d skipped dinner because Todd was supposed to have taken her out to dinner. Still, there was no way that one glass of wine could make her hallucinate.

She blinked several more times more to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. Sure enough, a tiny naked man about two inches tall, hands resting on his hips, stood near her left foot, staring up at her.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a fairy princess would you?” he said.

“Come again?” Good lord, was she really talking to a two-inch naked man? It had been a long day at work, not to mention the disappointing and anger filled evening. But still...

“I need to be kissed by a fairy princess,” he paused. “Oh yeah, and I have to nuzzle her neck, too, so I can grow back to my regular size...”

ADULT EXCERPT

Tanner felt a shapely, warm female rump pressed against his dick. What a dream. He slipped his hand over a soft hip until his fingers tangled in crisp, curly pubic hair. A soft lock of hair tickled his nose, and he lowered his head and nipped at the nape of her neck. A sleepy, womanly sigh fell from her lips.

As his fingers trailed lowered, barely grazing her clit, the woman in his dream let go with a scream so loud and piercing he was damned near positive both of his eardrums had just been busted.

With the scream still echoing inside his head, an elbow jabbed him hard in the ribs. “Shit.”

The woman kicked and clawed at the blankets before she tumbled out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud. Tanner quickly scooted to the edge and looked down at her. He’d never had a woman kick and claw her way out of bed before. “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” Her eyes widened in fear and shock. “You’re asking if I’m okay?”

Her voice had only lowered a few decibels. Damn, she was a screamer. Her hazel eyes glowed with fear as she stared up at him. Her glossy, mahogany colored hair was tangled around her face, while her lips, which looked like they had a permanent pout to them, were pressed together in a tight line. “Yeah. Are you okay?” He held out a hand to her, but she shrank back from him. Frowning, Tanner let his hand drop.

She looked fine to him as his gaze took in her small, but firm breasts with rosy, hardened nipples. Sitting on her butt, her hips were slightly spread, showing her pubic hair where his fingers had lingered just a few minutes ago. He’d been hard, when she’d let go with that wild scream but he was even harder now.

“You were two inches tall last night.” The tone of her voice bordered on hysteria.

His frown deepened, wondering what kind of woman he’d gotten involved with. His brain struggled to get a hold of the situation, but his head felt all scratchy like it was stuffed full of straw. “I don’t think so.”

“Don’t you play with me.” She scrambled into a kneeling position.

What a pose. Obviously unaware of her nakedness, she waved her hand in front of her, making her breasts jiggle. “Just go away.”

“Why don’t you come back to bed,” Tanner coaxed, “and we’ll talk about this?”