[Siren Classic BDSM: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Small Town, MF, HEA]
Noah loved Josie with his whole heart until he found out she betrayed him. It was something he never expected from the beautiful little sub, so it hit him harder than anything ever had in his lifetime and left him an empty, broken man.
Josie lost the best thing in her life, Noah, and she had no idea why. All she knew was he hated her, and she still had to confront him and tell him he wasn't going to be able to get away from her as easily as he liked.
If she thought he couldn’t hurt her worse than he already had, his disregard for her was something she never expected from the man that had been her world a short time ago.
When Noah finally learned the truth, so much had already happened to them. Are their chances of working it out next to impossible?
Noah sat at the bar at the Pirates Cove Club drinking a whiskey. Thankfully or not, Darian only allowed two drinks per person, so if he intended to get drunk again, he’d have to go home.
Fuck, is this pain in the pit of my stomach ever going to go away? Josie's betrayal was a hundred times worse than what Carmen, his ex, did to him. Maybe because he really loved Josie, and he’d never cared too much for Carmen.
If it hadn't have been Pete that had seen Josie and this man outside of the hospital with their heads together and looking like a couple, he never would have believed Josie could do that. But Pete was a friend, a fellow cop, and a Dom at the club, so he trusted him.
Pete hadn't said anything until after the third time he’d seen them together.
He still held out hope that Pete was seeing things. So, he’d ask her who she was spending her time with, and she only said friends. She talked about hanging with three different women but never said anything about a man.
What clinched it was when he went there earlier tonight to talk to her, and he’d seen her and a man on the sofa, watching a movie and laughing.
She hadn’t looked crushed that he was out of her life. While he was getting drunk every night and was pissed at the world, she was having a great time.
He flinched when a heavy hand came down on his shoulder.
“Man, you’re killing yourself here.”
Noah nodded at Darian. “I know. I’m hoping I’ll eventually start to heal. It doesn’t help that I went there tonight and saw her and the guy on the sofa laughing.”
Darian cursed. “Jesus, I would have bet money that Josie wasn’t like that, but there’s too much pointing to the fact she is a conniving woman.”
“Yeah, I would have, too. But she was there, plain as day. Fuck.” He gulped the rest of his drink. “I’m going to head home.”
“Stay, and we can talk in the office or my place.”
“No. Thank you, but not tonight. I just want to sleep.”
Darian slapped him on the back. “Okay. Call me if you need to talk.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Noah drove home slowly as picture after picture of Josie raced through his mind. There wasn’t any time of day that she wasn’t in his thoughts. He might be able to start to heal if she wasn’t tattooed on his brain. Hell, he couldn't even sleep without her invading his dreams.
He pulled into his driveway, turned off the truck, and sat looking at his house. How many times had he pictured her there? He’d wanted to ask her to move in with him, but they’d only been together five months, and he didn’t want to rush and somehow ruin what they had.
Noah tried to laugh. Fuck. He couldn’t ruin something that hadn't been real in the first place.
He pulled himself out of his vehicle and walked into his house. He stripped, took a quick shower before he fell into bed.
The pillow next to his head caught his attention. He’d washed his sheets a few times since she was gone to try to get her scent off them, but he would swear she was still right there. He’d sprayed air freshener in every room, but he still smelled her sweet scent.
He pressed the pillow into his face and inhaled. That’s all it took for his body to harden and an aching hunger for her to tighten his stomach.
The pillow hit the wall, and then he jerked the blanket off himself. There was no way he was going to get to sleep that night without getting drunk.
“I…” Her breath stuck in her throat when one of his fingers gently rubbed against her pussy lips.
“Answer me, baby.”
“I…I’m a surgical nurse at the hospital.”
“I’d like to hear all about that later.”
She looked up at him. “What about you?”
“I’m a detective.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I can see that.”
He smiled. “Really?”
“Yes. You look bad-ass.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Good, because it was one. Now, will you touch me.”
A smirk crossed his face. “But, I’m already touching you, baby.”
She growled and tried to push his hand away.
“Hands down,” he barked in a low, deep tone.
She immediately placed her hands in her lap.
“Good girl. I’ve only got a few more questions. You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?”
Josie bit down on her lip and nodded. She really hoped she could keep it together that long. She’d never felt this overwhelming feeling of desire in her life, and it was trying to take away all her reasoning.
“Have you lived here long?”
“Um…about five years, I guess.”
“I’ve been here a bit longer,” he said. “Do you like what you do?”
“Yes, very much. I love helping people.”
He nodded. “I can definitely see that.”
She whimpered when his hand delved under her panties, and one of his long blunt fingers pushed into her, separating tender swollen tissue until he could go no farther.
“Ahhh,” she cried out and closed her thighs on his hand.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Has it been a long time for you?”
She concentrated on his words because she felt so dazed the only thing real to her at that moment was his deep penetration.
“I…Yes. A long time.”
“Relax your legs, baby, and let me make you feel good.”
She loosened her grip on his hand and then grabbed ahold of his T-shirt and cried out when he started thrusting into her.
She was shocked when her cunt clamped down on his finger within a minute, and she felt an orgasm build. She’d always had to work at getting off, and not many men had the patience to wait for her.
“Hold it there.”
A whimper hissed from her, and her nails dug into his chest.
“I know. I’ll push you over in a moment. I really like the feel of your tight wet cunt. I could easily become obsessed with it and you.”