His Unconventional Woman (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 77,190
5 Ratings (3.8)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, light bondage, spanking, sex toys]

Dana has always loved Clay, her brother’s best friend. She’d grown up with him always around, and when she left to pursue a modeling career in New York and to go to college, leaving him behind was difficult.

Coming home for vacations and holidays through the years, she began to realize the brotherly feelings were gone, replaced with lust and need. On one storm-riddled night, she’d nearly seduced him.

With time, she began to learn what got her excited and realized she’d become an unconventional woman in most men’s eyes. Coming home for good, Dana finally let Clay know her secret. If he could accept her need for toys, spanking, and bondage in the bedroom, they might stand a chance at a future together.

A Siren Erotic Romance

His Unconventional Woman (MF)
5 Ratings (3.8)

His Unconventional Woman (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 77,190
5 Ratings (3.8)
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4 STARS: "His Unconventional Woman is a modern erotic romance based around two characters Clay and Dana. Clay is the best friend of Dana's older brother and the romance or the lust between these two has been building for some time. However, there has been something to hold Dana back for going all the way with Clay. She's loved him all of her life and wanted nothing but to be in a relationship but in her heart she can't have a ‘normal' relationship. She has a secret. Lillith Payne has produced two really good characters. When they're together on the page makes for some interesting and really hot reading and all together was a good plot. I wanted to continue reading and I found myself looking forward to the scenes between Clay and Dana. But I felt the conflicting emotions in Dana was too much, she loves Clay and I understood the insecurity within her but I thought it lasted a little too long. I loved the way the author handled the conflict with another minor character, classy and well written. Overall it was a good read." -- Sam Crescent, The Romance Reviews

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Who the hell was that? He made the turn into Jeff and Lisa Britton’s driveway. The half-mile-long road leading to the house was one-way, as it formed the right side of a large horseshoe with the house being at the head. In the center, the grassy area was surrounded with white board fences, protecting the grazing horses from straying. He remembered seeing the sports car in town several times. At the bank and pulling in the driveway of the old Britton Mansion in town. He remembered now, because he had wanted to ask Jeff if he had finally decided to do something with the original old, abandoned homestead of the Britton family.

Halfway in, Clay spotted the car pulled off the left shoulder at an odd angle, the driver’s door left open. It was the first time he got a good look at the small BMW Roadster made famous in the movies by a super-spy. The convertible was dark blue and sported a temporary North Carolina tag. That was when he knew for sure it was the same vehicle he had seen around the area the last few days. “Where’s the driver?” he wondered aloud just before spotting her. “Her!” He caught a glimpse of tanned skin hiding under a full-brimmed straw hat that covered her head and shadowed the shoulders of this stunt driver. He saw bare shoulders as he cruised toward her. He did see a small patch of black skirt, a very short skirt for such long legs.

Braking slightly, he saw the woman had her face buried in the neck of a horse, her hands reaching to soothe it gently. He watched as she climbed up the bottom row of the fence, leaning over to nuzzle the horse. That was when he realized she was barefoot.

“Good God!” Clay said aloud as his body went into overdrive and tense feelings in his groin demanded his attention. He dropped his hand to his cock and absently stroked his erection. It felt good, too good, he realized, and focused his attention back on the road.

He cruised past the bare-shouldered beauty, afraid to think any further, forcing himself to calmly drive up to the house. Once there, he parked the Corvette off to the side, away from the tree-lined entry. With several deep breaths, Clay gathered the small, wrapped box that sat on the empty seat next to him as the BMW pulled up beside him. He watched as she seemed to plan her moves, smiling inwardly as he wondered if she realized how many women would kill to have hair like hers, kissed with natural highlights from the sun, never a bottle. Having known Dana all her life, he knew it wouldn’t occur to her to add them herself. He smiled again, wondering what her answer would have been if it was suggested to her. When her look met his, the dread he’d been holding back rushed forward. Choosing to take the initiative, he left the safety of his car and walked toward her, shaking his head when he realized she couldn’t find her shoes. In that instant it was reinforced to him that being casual around Dana was going to be difficult on all levels. Best he kept his distance until he knew more about her reasons for retiring from her lucrative modeling career and moving back to her hometown.

Leaning across her wasn’t a good idea, Clay realized as her rosy scent reached him. Pulling back from her, he felt his cock harden as the fragrance wafted through his senses. The tightening in his stomach made him realize again he would have to be more careful around her or give away his feelings that might not be returned. If she did return his feelings, it would open another doorway he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to walk through. Clay knew he’d blocked budding relationships in the past, the idea of Dana always lurking in the back of his mind. Now that she was home, he knew one way or another they’d finally decide what their relationship was.




When Clay finally made it upstairs to her, he found her standing in the middle of the room, naked except for the scarf around her neck. She turned and reached for his hand. “Any specific wants?” she asked.

He surveyed the scene she’d set and noted the toys laid within reach. “I think I have too much clothing on.” He stripped without hesitation while she poured their wine. She held both glasses until he was naked. When she reached one to him, he smiled and took the scarf from her neck instead.

“Take a sip,” he told her, and she did, putting one of the glasses aside. Clay took the second, drank from it, and put it beside hers. He was running the scarf material through his fingers when he asked, “Who’s in charge tonight?”

“You are, of course,” she told him, her smile an invitation to continue.

“Turn around,” he told her, and she did, automatically putting her hands behind her back. Clay used the scarf to tie her wrists. “Now,” he said, and watched as she turned to face him. Dana dropped to her knees before him and immediately took his cock to her lips. She didn’t know how long she sucked him, only that he was long and hard, hot against her tongue.

“Dana, if you keep that up, I’ll come.”

“What do you want instead?” She watched him take a step to the side, appraise the assortment of toys, and pick up the smallest of the toys she’d brought. When he dropped his hand before her she immediately began to suck it as if it were his cock.

“Lie back,” he directed her. She slid to the floor and lay back. Clay came over her and propped a pillow under her so she’d be comfortable. His hand dropped to her pussy and stroked along her lips. “You’re hot and wet.”

“I’ve been waiting all day for you.”

“Wait a bit longer,” he told her and easily pushed the toy in her pussy. She groaned and shifted to accept it. When he picked up a second toy she immediately took it between her lips, his hand controlling how much of it she swallowed and licked.

“I want you to suck me a bit more, but first,” he said, taking the second toy and dropping between her legs. He took the smaller toy from her pussy and licked it before putting it aside. Then he pushed the larger toy inside her. His lips followed, locking around her clit, sucking while he maneuvered the toy in and out of her. Her groans matched her hip movements, jutting to take the dildo deeper.

“Leave the toy and let me suck you,” she said, her voice a groan.

“In a minute,” he said, grasping her hips and lifting her higher. He licked her clit to anus, the toy shifting with each of his movements. Clay grabbed the smaller toy and brought it to her lips. She sucked it greedily until he took it away and pushed it in her anus. He watched as her body accepted the dildo. Finally he moved, kneeling beside her head. She arched forward until his cock was between her lips.

 “Damn, Dana, you are one amazing sight.” He leaned to grasp her breast, his fingers twisting her nipple. Each time he pinched, she’d use her teeth against his cock, letting them scrape along his skin.

“Dana, I’m gonna come soon. Where?”

“Not yet,” she told him. “Fuck me with the toys before you fuck me.”

Clay reached over her, his cock still locked between her lips, and was able to reach the dildo in her pussy. By simply touching the end, he moved it inside her and against the one in her anus. She groaned and swallowed his cock deeper. Clay knew she was close to coming and he was beyond holding back.

“Dana,” he said, pulling his cock from her lips. “I want to fuck you. Where do you want me to come?”

“In my pussy,” she told him, adding, “Forget the condom, Clay, let’s see if we get lucky this time again.”

He laughed at her smile and moved between her legs. She groaned when he pulled the toy from her body and dropped to lick her pussy lips a few times before kneeling back. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs high on his thighs, his cock just at her entrance. He left the toy in her anus and thrust his erection in her pussy, taking her to the hilt in one smooth, wet motion.

“Damn, you’re tight without a toy in your ass, but tonight it’s like you’re a fucking virgin.”

“Fuck me, Clay, fuck me until you come inside me. Fuck me until I can’t come anymore.”

“Your wish,” he whispered as he began the rhythmic push and pull of the act.

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