Breaking Out (MF)

Smoky Mountain Motorcycles 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 44,432
4 Ratings (4.3)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
Small town Sheriff, Wes Stewart thought he’d seen everything in his time in the Navy SEALs, but he’s met his match in Tiffany Simmons. The two make striking pair, Wes tall, rugged, and domineering, Tiffany, sweet, blond, and all-American.  She’s convinced they were meant to be, and he’s convinced it would be the worst mistake of their lives.  He might try to ignore their attraction, but he can’t ignore the crazed drug pushers threatening their small town, especially when they come after her.
He orders her to stayout of trouble, but trouble has a way of finding the too curious Tiffany, especially when she and her friend decide to open a business right above the thieves’ hideout.  Not one to be easily deterred, Tiffany sets out to find out who’s responsible for spreading the drugs through her hometown, even if it does earn her a trip over the over protective Sherriff’s knee.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Breaking Out (MF)
4 Ratings (4.3)

Breaking Out (MF)

Smoky Mountain Motorcycles 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 44,432
4 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




Tiffany turned away when they were alone. “Go away, Wes. Leave me with what little dignity I have left.”

“Baby, you know why things won’t work between us.” He moved behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, the heat and strength of his big body seeping into her despite her best intentions.

“I know why you think it won’t work,” she replied, emphasizing the word “you,” but still unable to resist leaning back into him. It was so unfair. He touched her, and she melted.

“You’re too young. In a few years you’ll get bored and want the civilized man a lady like you deserves.”

“I’m not a kid, Wes. I know what I want.”

“You say that now, but I’ve seen it happen too many times. Do you know how many sailors get married right out of boot camp, so in love with the idea of being in love? It always ends the same, everyone gets hurt.”

“I’ll take my chances.” She turned and threaded her arms around his neck. She loved that she had to crane her neck to look up at him. She loved how tall and strong he was.

He groaned, yanking her in tightly against him. “Little girl, you should be running scared, not baiting the wolf.”

With a playful smile she rubbed her hardening nipples against his chest. “I like baiting the wolf. You gonna gobble me up, Sheriff?”

With a growl, he slid his hands down to grab her ass, lifting her up to grind his cock into her. “Baby, if you had any idea all the nasty things I want to do to you, you wouldn’t be so brave.”

“I’m not the innocent little girl you seem to think I am, Wes. I want all those nasty things just as much as you do.”

“You say that, but you have no clue.”

“So show me,” she challenged.


* * * *


Show her? Hell, maybe he should. Then she’d stop chasing him. Lord knows, he was almost out of the willpower to resist her. He reached up to fist a handful of her shiny golden hair and arched her body, baring the smooth skin of her neck and the dainty shell of her ear. Nipping at the skin along her jaw, he caught the soft lobe between his teeth and bit just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Is this what you want? You want me to take you and make you my little fuck toy? You want me to force you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat?” he asked, being deliberately crude. “You want to be my little cum slut?”

He expected her to shove him away, smack his face. A normal woman would, but not his little brat.

“Yes, please!” she cried, her voice growing husky with need. She reached down to grab the steel rod of his dick, the thin khaki of his county sheriff’s uniform no barrier from the heat of her seeking hand. He drew in a sharp breath as he nearly came on the spot like a green high school virgin. The freak in her called to him. If she wasn’t so young, she would be his perfect mate. But there it was, the wall that would forever stand in their way. He’d been down that road before and knew what kind of disaster they were courting.

“Stop. No, baby, we can’t do this.” Gently he set her away from him, taking a step back. He scrubbed his face in frustration. “Nothing’s changed. Nothing’s going to change. You’re always going to be too young for me.”

Her face reddened, flushing with anger, and now she did slap him. “Bastard! Maybe it’s not that I’m too young for you. Maybe it’s that you are too chickenshit to take a chance on something that could be really awesome!”

His hand went to his stinging face. The little hellion packed quite a wallop. His chest squeezed, and he knew she was right. Forcing an indifferent expression onto his face, he shrugged. “If you say so. Just keep your doors locked from now on. I’ll let you know if I hear anything about the fire.”

Turning, he walked out, pausing as he heard a crash behind him. He didn’t want to know what she’d just thrown. He figured he was pretty lucky it hadn’t taken his head off when he heard a second crash followed by a scream that was pure female frustration.

To make it even worse, Mariah was waiting by the front door, giving him a look that should have frozen his balls off.

“Just stay the fuck away from her,” she hissed, and he was surprised she didn’t hit him, too.

“It’s for her own good,” he said, wondering why he felt the need to explain himself to her.

“She’s old enough to know what’s good for her. You’re the fool letting it get away, but that’s okay. She can do better than some washed-up small-town sheriff.” She swung the front door open and made a sweeping motion with her arm. “You just carry your ass on down the street.”

He sighed, retrieving his Smokey Bear hat from the coat rack and shoving it on his head. “Just lock up and be careful,” he growled as he stomped out. He knew that she was right. Tiffany could do way better.




He nodded and caught one booted foot, yanking the shoe down. “I love these boots, and one day I want to fuck you wearing nothing but these, but right now, I just want you bare.” The first boot hit the floor and was quickly followed by the next. Her jeans and panties flew across the room, and she let out a little whimper of delight as she sprawled wantonly before him. She’d never felt so decadent or so desirable.

He growled deep in his throat as his hypnotic blue gaze traveled over her.

She shivered and drew in a ragged breath. She met his gaze boldly. “Now, Wes!” she demanded.

“So eager, brat,” he said with a hoarse chuckle. His hands went to the fly of his jeans, and she watched in delight as his hard cock sprang free. She all but drooled as she took in the long delicious thickness of him. She’d never considered herself a size queen, but holy cow!

All thoughts were obliterated, though, as he moved over her. His was larger than life. She reached for him, pulling him down as she arched into him. He covered her mouth with his as his fingers traced the sensitive flesh of her thighs, zeroing in on her moist cunt. He parted the damp folds, finding and stroking the ultrasensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. The kiss deepened as he worked his fingers over her, slowly working them inside. She dug her nails into the broad span of his shoulders as he brought her to the edge of explosion. Even his fingers were big.

“Come for me, beautiful!” he ordered, dark eyes piercing any reserve she might have. “Give it to me!”

Resisting his order was futile. She felt herself fall over the edge, her body arching as the pleasure swept over her. The power of her orgasm stole her breath and left her shaken. She lay panting and spent before him, blinking in amazement.

“That was…was…” She was at aloss. Vaguely she heard the rip of foil, and gasped as he moved over her.

Her energy was instantly renewed. Her desire was instantly ramping up despite how hard she’d just come. Eagerly she welcomed him, opening her sprawled legs wider as he moved in between them. She raised her arms and pulled him down to her.

The broad tip of his cock brushed her weeping slit, and she whimpered as electric desire sparked at the contact. He began to slowly work his way in, her whimper turning into a moan at the sweet burn of the stretch.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his voice shaking, and she realized how tentative the hold on his control was. The strain was evident on his face, and the tendons in his thick neck stood out from his forced restraint. He was a barely restrained beast.

She’d be sore later, but she didn’t care. She wanted the sweet fullness! “No! Oh, please don’t stop!”

The smile that lit his face was wickedly breathtaking. “No chance of that, darling girl.” He slowly withdrew, the erotic glide stealing her breath. Reaching up, she grabbed the firm rounds of his ass, digging her nails in. He responded with a growl and thrust in, sliding balls-deep. They both groaned, stilling to savor what they had both wanted for so long, before he began to move. The glide of his thick cock lit up nerves that she never realized she had before.

“Ah!” she cried, the pleasure flowing through her body in waves, centering at her pussy and rolling out to curl her toes. Each thrust was more intense than the last. She whimpered, clinging to him as if she were drowning. “Wes, I can’t. It’s too much!” she wailed, her body shaking with the intensity off the pleasure.

“You can.” His voice was firm, demanding. He threaded his fingers through her hair, giving a gentle tug. “Look at me, brat.”

She groaned because she knew he meant it, and yet the idea of opening her eyes seemed so hard.

“Look at me,” he said again, his deep voice husky, and she realized he was just as far gone as she was.

She met his intense blue gaze, and that was all it took. She convulsed as the orgasm hit her so hard that she screamed.

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