Hope Hides (MF)

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 65,829
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AVAILABLE: Wednesday, May 22nd

[Siren Classic: Contemporary Erotic Romance, MF, HEA]


Melia can remember a time, when as a brat of a child, she was annoyed with her parents for allowing Crew to live in with them. The last thing a girl already tortured daily by four brothers wanted is another obnoxious boy ruining her days. However, it didn’t take long for Melia to perceive the differences between Crew and her pesky brothers. 


When Crew moved in with the Rinaldo family at a young age, he lives by two rules. Protect and respect. Melia’s four brothers would never forgive him if they knew how unbrotherly Crew felt for Mel and he wouldn't blame them. There's a stigma that will follow Crew all of his days because of where he is from and whom he comes from. He is just a born loser from the wrong side of the tracks and Melia deserves better than him.

Forbidden Love

Melia Rinaldo grew up in a happy home surrounded by the love of her parents and older brothers. When her perfect world comes crashing down atop her slight shoulders, she holds tight to her brother's best friend, Crew Madigan, who becomes her shelter through the storm as the charge of electricity between them builds. 

Hope Hides (MF)
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Hope Hides (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 65,829
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Frankie Jr. lays into me with vigor. “Fuck that, Crew. You started this whole shit storm tonight. You’re the reason Mel took off to begin with. You truly don’t have the ability to keep your mouth shut, do you? Always need to play the macho hero boy to my baby sister.”

Melia steps between us. “All right. It’s been a long day. Why don’t we all just go to our corners for the night.”

Frankie swats her arm away and in less than a second, I’m in his face. “Don’t fucking touch her,” I growl.

“She’s my sister. Do you think I would hurt her? Get off your fucking high horse,” Frankie growls back.

For the first time in a very long time Frank Sr. steps back into the role of father. “Baby girl. These boys need to have it out. Time to get some of that aggression out of your system, boys.”

Melia is shaking her head in disbelief, knowing exactly what her father is suggesting. “Daddy, this is not a good idea.” Melia makes her protests in vain.

“This pent-up anger these boys are all carrying around needs to come out in some form. Best to have it exit in a controlled setting before they all end up in jail for killing each other,” Frank says.

No more than twenty minutes later, the whole lot of us are at the gym with all the boys geared up.

“Daddy, this is ridiculous,” Mel pleads to her dad again, to no avail.

“Baby girl, these boys have some frustrations they need to get out. This here is the best way I know how.”

It has been a long time since I’ve agreed with anything that comes out of Frank’s mouth but with this I do agree.

Melia sits down looking defeated but incredibly cute as she pouts in the corner. I watch her as she slowly pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before she looks up and catches me staring. I take note of the heat in her eyes as they lower to the location of my gym shorts where my cock has hardened behind them.

“I have to hit the head before we start,” I yell out to no one and take off to the restroom to get myself under control because suddenly I’m hornier than I was seeing a pair of tits for the first time and it's worse because I’m a grown ass man being turned on to this level by a pair of lips.

“Knock, knock,” Melia says before entering the men’s room.

“Darlin’, what the hell are you doing in here? You’re about to get us both in a lot of trouble.”

.  .  .  .  .

After about ten minutes of basically soaking in cold water I’m able to be seen again in public without embarrassing myself.

“All right, I’m ready, boys. Who wants their ass beat first,” I announce to the room.

“Aww. It took you long enough in the bathroom. Getting all fancied up to get your ass kicked?” Frankie starts in on me immediately.

It appears Frankie Jr. has an unresolved grudge against me that I wasn’t aware of. “What’s your issue?” I ask genuinely. “I always considered you to be like my older brother. Right now, I feel like your biggest enemy and I’m man enough to admit that it hurts.”

Frankie starts laughing obnoxiously loud. I look over at Luca for some sort of explanation, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

“My issue, you want to know my issue, Crew? You’re supposed to be our brother, so you say, and yet you want to bang our sister. You want nothing more right now than to be living inside Melia’s pants. Melia who is supposed to be ‘like’ your sister. That’s sort of sick, don’t you think? What the fuck is wrong with you?” The disgust in his voice is palpable.

“You honestly think that low of me, Frankie? You think I just want to fuck Mel? Well fuck you, Frankie! Fuck all of you if that’s what you chose to believe about me!” I say, gritting my teeth so hard I fear they may break.

Frankie’s accusations might be burning a hole through my heart but I’m not about to confess my feelings for Melia to anyone before I confess them to her. Fucking hell.

“Is that true? You want to sleep with our little sister?” Nikko asks, peering intently at me, head tilted.

“Now I’m being questioned by all of you? What the hell is this bullshit?” I shake my head in disbelief.

“Hey, I’m just minding my own business over here,” my best friend chimes in from behind the heavy bag.

“Yeah, thanks for that, dipshit,” I retort.

“Enough talking, boys. Frankie and Crew in the ring now!” Frank Sr. commands with authority.

“Happily!” I say as I climb between the ropes with still gritted teeth.






Tilting my head up in his direction, our lips slightly graze for a few heartbeats before Crew gives in and claims my mouth as his completely. The desperate yearning deep inside me is both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

“Crew, please,” I plead out loud, unsure of what I’m asking for.

“Tell me what you need, sweet girl,” Crew says before softly kissing my neck with his lips and tongue. “I’ll give you everything,” he whispers.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, Crew. I need more, something, I don’t know,” I say urgently.

Crew’s fingertips lightly graze the tip of a stiff nipple, and a moan escapes my lips. “Do you like that, Princess?” Crew asks as both hands are now actively fondling my breasts with a purpose.

“Oh God... yes. I like that a lot,” I tell him because the aching in my pussy has now increased to a torturous need. So consumed by the fire I don’t even care that Crew has freed both of my breasts from the confines of my bikini top, exposing them completely to the night sky,

Crew’s left hand continues its assault on my sensitized nipples while his right hand ventures south to the source of my discomfort. His large fingers make a fluttering pass across the top of my bikini bottoms, and I just about shoot off the chair from the shock of the pleasure when his finger makes direct contact with my clit.

“Shit, Mel. I went too far. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Crew makes a frustrating attempt to clothe me again.

“Christ, will you stop it with this damn cover-up. I’m going to burn it,” I tell Crew as I throw it aside again. This time out of reach of his long arms. “I’ve never been touched before. This is all new to me,” I confess shyly as I return myself to the position I was just in.

“Mel, we need to stop this now before it goes any further.” Crew actually growls at me and it has the exact opposite effect that he intended.

I tilt my head up in Crew’s direction and look directly into his glassy eyes. “What if I told you I didn’t want this to stop at all? When you touch me like this, the whole world disappears and there’s only you and me that exist. What if I told you that I want your rough hands and sexy mouth on every part of my naked body? What if I told you that I’ve had a million fantasies starring you over the years? Would you still think we need to stop, Crew?” Crew answers my line of questions by kissing me so deeply and fiercely that I see the stars in the sky while my eyes are closed.

“Sweet girl, I'm going to make you forget your own name. The only thing you’ll know to be real is my name, my hands, my mouth.” Before my brain has time to conjure a response, Crew’s fingertip is skimming across my clit again. “Your clit is so swollen, baby. Is your pussy wet for me?” Crew asks as his words cause a waterfall to flow from my most sensitive area.

“Yes,” is all I can manage to muster between harsh breaths.

“How wet, Princess? Are you soaking through? Tell me, Princess,” Crew questions but seeks the answers on his own without waiting for a response.

His long fingers slip under the waistband of my bikini and expertly glide through my slippery folds. Another louder moan escapes from the confines of my throat. Crew, kissing my neck while twisting at my nipple and rubbing my sensitive clit, is setting off fireworks with each touch as my body continues to erupt into flames.


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