[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, public exhibition, voyeurism, light BDSM, light spanking, sex toys, HEA]
DEA Agent Jake Lawson nearly died in the line of duty. His body healed, but his spirit struggles over the loss of his partner. How can he go on, knowing he failed?
Widow Willa Montgomery is the black sheep of her wealthy, overbearing family. She’s always been too tall, too curvy, too sensitive. When she inherits a small bed-and-breakfast nestled in the picturesque Smoky Mountains, she finally finds her place. But the inn is more work than any one person can handle. When Jake agrees to help the struggling widow, he never imagines how much he himself will be helped.
Can a man who’s seen so much darkness find peace in the arms of a woman who’s never fit in, when so many people are trying to keep them apart?
A Siren Erotic Romance
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It took him a moment to notice the figure kneeling in the flower bed, but when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. The most gorgeous round ass he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing bobbed back and forth to the deep sexy beat of the music. Fuck! Who was that? This was not a sweet little old lady as he’d been led to believe. He was going to kick Gabe’s ass.
She was on her hands and knees, weeding the lush flower bed, wearing a worn pair of cut-off jeans and pink tank top. She had hair as rich a shade of red as the roses she was carefully tending. He stood transfixed for a long moment just drinking in the sight. As ZZ Top sang about looking for some “Tush,” Jake wanted to tell them that he’d found a perfect example right here.
Something must have finally alerted her to his presence. Maybe the big shadow he cast? She froze and then spun, letting out a startled screech as she caught sight of him. Her deep-green eyes grew wide, and she tumbled back into the flower bed with a soft “umf.” Her breath heaved in fright, causing her breasts to juggle. His eyes glued to them for several seconds before returning to her face. He was a man, after all, and her nipples had hardened right before his eyes. He had the insane urge to suck those hard little points into his mouth, though that would have undoubtedly gotten him slapped, if not arrested. Still, something else flared in her eyes, and he noted the lush red of her hair set off her eyes to perfection. The fear was still there, but underneath he saw something else. Interest? No way!
“Uhh…” she bleated, as if not sure what to say. It flashed through his mind how he must look to her. At six feet six, he towered over nearly everyone, and from this position, he must look like a giant. On top of that, he’d dressed for riding, not impressing. His jeans were faded and ripped at the knees. His heavy black boots were scuffed, and heavy chains circled both ankles, to protect the joints. It was a warm day, so he’d opted for a button-up shirt with the sleeves ripped out, unintentionally showing off his bulging biceps. His dark-auburn hair was held out of his face with a do-rag complete with sculls. Damn, he must look like the Second Coming of the Hell’s Angels. At least she couldn’t see the Glock 9mm he kept tucked in an ankle holster at all times. It wasn’t his officially issued ordinance, but his concealed weapon permit allowed him to carry it. He’d made too many enemies over the years not to, and he never went out without it.
Putting his hands out in a calming gesture, he blurted the first thing that came to his mind. “Gabe sent me.”
A smile broke over her beautiful face. “You must be Jake.”
He nodded, feeling suddenly tongue-tied. Maybe he’d been undercover too long. He didn’t have a clue what to say to a decent woman. His manners kicked in though, and he extended his hand to help her to her feet. His mama would have his hide for acting anything less than a gentleman.
She shucked her dirty gardening gloves and accepted his hand. Electricity sizzled through them at the contact. Her eyes flared, and he definitely saw something other than fear this time. Well, hot damn! Down, boy! This kind of classy lady isn’t going to dirty her hands with the likes of you. Still, there was no way to miss the interest she didn’t seem to know how to hide. He was pleased to note, though, that she actually came up to his shoulder, making her at least five feet ten. Some women made him feel like a Neanderthal. He’d actually gone out with one lady that had come just above his belly button. Raunchy jokes aside, he’d felt like a dirty old man taking out a little girl. He wanted a real woman that fit in his arms, not someone he felt the urge to buy candy for.
“Um, Gabe said you needed help.” Way to go, Lawson, impress her with your quick wit, telling her what you’ve already established.
Smiling, she nodded, not seeming to notice his tongue-tied state. “Yes. I’m Willa Montgomery, and I am so glad to see you. The list of things that need fixing keeps growing, but I have to say, you don’t seem to be getting the best end of this deal. I mean, I’m going to be fixing meals regardless, and I’ve got the empty room. Are you sure I can’t pay you a little something?”
Jake shook his head. He knew she couldn’t afford to pay anything, and it wasn’t like he needed it. He’d put his cousin Bo in charge of his money while he was undercover, and the little shit had had the audacity to make him a fortune. Who’d have thought one year’s crappy salary could be made into several million in such a slack economy. “No, ma’am. You’re doing me a favor. I need a place to crash for a while, and fixing a few things seems like a pretty small price to pay. You throw in meals, and I think I’m getting the better end of the deal, especially if you’re as good of a cook as my friends keep bragging.”
A blush spread across her cheeks. “Well, I don’t know that it’s all that, but it will fill your belly.” Apparently eager to get the subject off of herself, she turned toward the house. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you where your room is.”
Jake felt his cock twitch with interest at the seductive sway of her cute little ass. Down, boy! he told himself again. He was pretty sure she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.
“Baby, you need to speak now, ’cause as soon as I get you in that bed, you’re going to be in for a rough ride.”
Willa felt her breath hitch at the gruffness of his voice. To hell with it, she told herself. Even if she did disappoint him, at least she’d have tonight. She leaned in and playfully nipped the throbbing pulse at the base of his neck. “I’m counting on it.”
His grin was wicked. There was no other way to describe it. “Oh, baby, I’m going to bang you like a drum.” She knew the line should sound cliché, but coming from him, she knew he meant it.
They fell onto the bed, his massive frame making her feel small. He propped himself up on one elbow and lowered his mouth to take hers. Nipping at her bottom lip, he sucked it gently between his before laving the sting with his tongue. He ate at her mouth and then drew it into a scorching kiss, his lips possessing hers. His teeth caught her tongue, and she wondered how something as simple as a kiss could enslave so completely, but then there was nothing simple about his kiss.
Willa grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he overwhelmed her. She wanted to feel skin and see more of the tattoos that covered his arms. Sensing her need, he sat back long enough to yank the shirt over his head and toss it aside. He pulled her up with him, and the silk blouse she’d worn went flying across the room to land next to his shirt. His fingers made quick work of her bra, and it went flying as well.
“Fuck yeah! I knew these would be beautiful!” he said as his hands caught her breasts and kneaded them together.
Her nipples grew impossibly harder, and Willa arched into him. “Ah!” she cried as he lightly bit first one then the other. His tongue was hot and wet as he soothed each sting in turn, before doing it all over again. He feasted on her breasts, nibbling, sucking, and licking.
“You like it just a little rough, don’t you, baby?” It wasn’t really said as a question, but she answered anyway.
“Yes, please, Jake, take me, make me…”
“Make you what?”
“Ah! Make me scream!” All those nights of dirty fantasies were converging, merging in her overloaded brain. She wanted him to do every nasty thing she’d ever dreamed of.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you, sweetheart? You want my hard cock driving into that hot, wet little pussy, don’t you?” He yanked her skirt up, bunching it around her waist.
“Yes!” She sobbed, beyond pride, completely consumed by need, his coarse guttural language making her even hotter.
He stood long enough to shove his jeans down his narrow hips and then leaned forward to catch the side of her plain cotton underwear. “These don’t do you justice,” he told her as he ripped them from her. “Something this pretty needs lace and silk, or maybe leather.” He threw the torn fabric aside and moved to kneel between her sprawled legs. He froze suddenly. “Fuck, I don’t have a rubber,” he said, cursing his unpreparedness.
Willa’s eyes widened. She’d been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t even thought about protection. She chewed her lip, trying to decide. It was dangerous. “I… um, I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years. I swear I’m clean.”
She watched a slow smile spread across his face. “They ran every test known to man on me while I was in the hospital, and it was a long time before that for me, too. I don’t screw around while I’m undercover. It’s not fair, not to mention against the rules. I’m clean, too.”
“Then do it.”
He didn’t need any further urging. He was on her, kneeling between her legs as he stroked himself, spreading pre-cum over the head of his engorged shaft. Willa took in the size of him for the first time and nearly froze. Oh my! Her eyes flashed from the thick stalk of his cock to his face, and he must have read her uncertainty.
“Don’t worry, darling. You can take me.” He caught her knees and spread her legs wide, opening her to him. She blushed, feeling his gaze on her exposed flesh. The lips of her pussy parted, inviting him in. He reached down, sliding a finger between the soaked folds of her labia, drawing back glistening fingers. “You’re dripping, and damn if that isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled.” He ran his fingers under his nose before sliding them into his mouth to lick the cream from them. “And sweet as honey. Later I’m going to bury my face in your hot little snatch and drink my fill of you. But not now. Right now, I’ve got to get inside of you.”