[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, with paranormal elements, HEA]
A victim of attempted sexual assault, Samantha Anderson is understandably wary of men. Then Daniel Ferris, a close family friend, arrives in her hometown of Silver Creek, Montana.
Daniel hasn’t seen Samantha for three years. When he turns up on her doorstep, he is totally blown away. With knowledge of the attack, he is happy for Samantha to set the pace in their ensuing red-hot relationship.
One sizzling kiss from Daniel is all it takes for Samantha to realize that this gorgeous man is for keeps. She knows Daniel will never lie to her or keep secrets. She can trust him with her heart. And her virginity.
But Daniel does have a secret. To reveal it, he believes, spells disaster for their relationship. Will keeping his mouth buttoned rip their love apart, or will the shock appearance of his long-dead half brother, Sam Carrick, do it for him?
A Siren Erotic Romance
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He was as cool as a cucumber when he returned downstairs. Unfortunately, when he held the front door open for Samantha and she brushed up against him, he became as hard as one, too. Shoving his hand in his jeans pocket, he carefully repositioned his hard-on so he wouldn’t be singing soprano and fell in step alongside Samantha as she ambled down the track toward the town.
“So where do you want to walk to?” he asked.
“It’s your call, Sammy, but in all honesty, do you really want to go there?”
Despite its rough image, Rustlers, the bar in town, had quite a reputation as a love nest. Many nights of hot sex always followed from smooching on the postage-stamp-size dance floor. Or that was what he’d been told. He never could tell if John Stanford, one of his many Facebook friends, friend to the Andersons, and the owner of Rustlers, was yanking his chain or not. The thought of dancing with Samantha, not to mention nights of hot sex with her, caused Daniel to walk wide-legged to accommodate a hard-on that was getting out of control.
“Yes. You said you were going to buy me a birthday drink. Remember?”
Oh, yeah, he remembered all right.
“And I thought we could shoot some pool.”
His wide leg stance stretched to the splits. To stand opposite and watch Samantha leaning forward over a pool table was something Daniel dared not think about. The crotch of his jeans had already been tested to its limit. “I think I’ll wimp out on that one. I know you’re a pretty sharp shooter.”
“Not that sharp, or I would have seen what Mark was going to do a lot sooner.”
The tremor he heard in Samantha’s voice made walking more comfortable. It also made him want to introduce his fist to Raven’s mouth. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Okay. I’ve been told that I’m a good listener, so if you change your mind, I’ll be here for you.” He smiled and gently bumped her shoulder with his. “C’mon, I’ll race you.”
“Eat my dust.”
Daniel gaped as Samantha took off running faster than an Olympic sprinter. By the time he caught up with her, he was out of puff. Then, when she was within spitting distance of Rustlers, she stopped, and he nearly collided into the back of her. “Sorry. Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked when he spotted a shadow of terror dart across her face. She inclined her head toward the bar’s entrance. It didn’t take a nanosecond to make an identification of the man just entering. “That’s Raven, isn’t it?”
Daniel was definitely going to introduce his fist to Raven’s mouth. Right now. Striding up the wooden steps, his hand on one of the lengths of buffalo horn that constituted the door handles, he went to enter the bar, but Samantha, who’d followed him, took hold of his free arm and pulled him back down the steps.
“Daniel, let it go. Matt and Ross have already gotten into trouble for attacking him. I know you want to hurt him, but I don’t want you getting into trouble, too.”
Oh, he wanted to do more than hurt the man, he wanted to kill the fucking bastard. He was so angry, but he blew out a breath and Samantha kept hold of his arm until the tension in his body loosened.
“Let’s take a walk to the park. They had to chop down that tree that you always liked to climb. You know the one backing onto the church? But I’m sure we can find another one for you to monkey about on.”
Samantha was quiet while they walked to the park, and every so often, Daniel stole glances at her. She looked less frightened and more relaxed now, but he still wanted to hold her and tell her everything was all right.
He wanted more, too. He wanted to kiss her. Touch her. Fuck her.
He closed his eyes. Images of Samantha in his bed, beneath him, legs locked around his waist, her breath coming hard and fast as he fucked her, made him open them again. And just in time, too, otherwise he would have smacked straight into the picket fence that surrounded the park.
“I have a confession to make,” Daniel said as they took a seat on a bench that for some reason faced the church and not the swings, slide, and climbing frame in the children’s play area. Nearby was a large tree stump, its gnarled roots lifting the separating fence and cracking some of the gravestones beyond. No doubt the reason for the tree’s felling. “Are they going to be repaired?” he asked. “The stones, I mean.”
“I think so. They might be a century old, but they still matter. So, what’s this confession?”
He grinned. “I hated climbing trees. I only did it so I didn’t look like an ass in front of Matt and Ross.”
“Mmm-hmm.” The muted floral tones—roses?—of Samantha’s perfume wafted around him. The night was already humid, but the heat flooding his veins and his hardening cock sent the temperature rocketing. Daniel sidled closer, bravado and lust taking over. “I’ve got another confession. My body rocks. For you.”
She remained quiet for a moment, and then she said, “Dad’s first wife is buried over there.” He followed the direction of her hand, but couldn’t tell which stone she was pointing at. He turned back to face her, trying to keep the disinterest from showing.
He couldn’t have succeeded, because she then said, “Sorry. I don’t know where that came from. Not exactly romantic, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” he agreed, waggling his brows in humor.
Samantha smiled. A curious expression then flashed across her face. “Why are you sitting on your hands?”
“So I won’t be tempted to put them on you,” he answered truthfully.
“Maybe I want you to put them on me, Daniel,” she said in what sounded like a breathy rush.
A low moan rumbled from Daniel’s throat. Samantha inched closer, if that was possible, and placed her hand on his thigh. The warmth of her hand turned his own heat up a notch.
“Can I kiss you?”
Sammy, you can fuck me.
“I want to see.”
“You know,” she said, casting a shy glance downward.
He grinned and shifted himself to sit back on his knees so she got a good look at him. He almost protested when he noticed she wasn’t looking at his hard cock but at the white band of skin around his hips. A small smile played on her lips as she trailed her fingers over his hips and thighs, before she took hold of his cock in one hand and lightly trailed the fingers of the other up and down the length of him.
Knowing with certainty he wouldn’t be able to take that for more than ten seconds, he again caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Like I said, you’re playing with fire.”
Her sexy pout almost made Daniel let Samantha play with fire. Almost. Removing her hand from around his cock, he leaned over her and dotted moist kisses over her shoulders, working his way down to her breasts. He loved her tits. They were so responsive to his touch. Her hands went to cradle his head, her fingers driving through his hair when he drew one of the tight nipples into his mouth. He laved the bud with his tongue, loving the soft mewls she uttered and the way she arched her back, begging for more.
He would have gladly given her more and could feast on her breasts forever, but he wanted to taste her hot pussy and pleasure her by giving her an orgasm. He moved from her breasts, dotting kisses down her belly until his head was level with her boy shorts. Then, sliding his hands under her sweet ass, he lifted her and pressed his mouth against the drenched lace between her thighs, rather liking the way she gasped when his nose butted her clit through the material.
He hooked his fingers under the shorts’ elastic and inch by inch lowered them until she was exposed to his mouth and tongue. He nudged her back down onto the bed and again butted his nose against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her.
Her musky scent filled his head. “Is that nice?” Daniel asked, surprised he could get the words past his lust-clogged throat.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, raising her hips so he could drag her shorts all the way down her legs and off.
Their eyes locked as he repositioned himself between her thighs, and her mouth formed an O when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He gave her a wink. “It’s okay. Relax and enjoy.” He bent his head to tend to what he knew would be right off the pleasure scale for both of them. He cupped her ass with his hands, and she spread her legs wider, unashamedly opening up to him. It made him feel pretty fucking spectacular that she trusted him to allow him to make love to her with his mouth.
And love her with his mouth he did. He stroked. He sucked. He licked, and he lapped, bringing her to the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm. He gave her a second respite and then he suckled her clit and drove two fingers into her pussy. On a whimper, she soared over the edge.
He loved every second of her orgasm, the sound of her whimpers, the way her thighs squeezed tight around his head, and the way her creamy cum flowed on his tongue and around his fingers. He also drove himself nuts by containing a basic need to be inside her.
Finally, though, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, the need just too strong. He got up off the bed and removed a condom from the box in his knapsack, rolling it into place as he climbed back between her legs. His cock throbbed for her. Her beautiful features were set with fear.
“Baby, say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Samantha shook her head and reached for him, guiding and nudging his sheathed cock into her sopping pussy. He settled himself more fully onto her and, inch by inch, slowly nudged forward, stretching her tight channel and accustoming her to his length and girth. She felt so good, hot and creamy wet, but tense.
“Try and relax.” He pressed a whisper of a kiss to her forehead. “Wrap your legs around my waist. That’s it, baby,” he encouraged when her legs locked behind him, further opening her pussy up to him. “Feel good?” She gave a brief nod. Taking her hands and placing them around his neck, he shifted position slightly and thrust his hips forward. Guilt tore through him at her sharp cry. He began to withdraw, but stopped at her words.
“Daniel, please. Don’t stop. Show me how to please you.”