Letting Go (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,796
1 Ratings (3.0)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
After a short disastrous marriage, Shawna Elayne Coffee is leery of ever letting go of her control or her heart again. She finds solace in her work and friends. While helping her best friend with her wedding, she meets Brady.
Brady Kinkaid is ready to settle down, and after meeting Shawna, he believes he’s found the person he'd like to spend the rest of his life with. He finds an almost immediate connection to the beautiful woman and wants to further their budding relationship. 
Little does he know, someone is against Shawna finding any happiness at all. After a big mistake, Brady is determined to fix everything, but it will take a lot of work to convince Shawna to give him another chance. Can he convince her that by letting go, he’ll be there to catch her if she falls?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Letting Go (MF)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Letting Go (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,796
1 Ratings (3.0)
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“Now, I know you’re just trying to piss me off. Is this a game to you?” he returned.

“Just seeing how secure you are with your manliness. Some men freak out if you ask as if they’re scared to be considered gay. Just thought I’d check things out my way.”

“So you’re pretty freaking sneaky?”

“I try. It’s important to know all about a man before you invest too much time and heart.”

“Well, then, let me be as honest as possible with you. I’m thirty-six years old, have my own house on Garfield Avenue that I bought and renovated with my brother six years ago, and pay my taxes on time. My favorite color is red. I prefer country music, but will listen to whatever is playing. I like my steak rare, my beer cold, and my women hot. Any other questions?”

“Are your parents still alive?”

“Yes, ma’am. Now, tell me all about yourself.”

“Let’s see. My favorite color is hot pink.”

“Oh god, that was your hot pink Land Rover in the parking lot, wasn’t it?”

“Yes!” She giggled then covered her mouth. “Sorry, I just didn’t think anyone would want to steal a hot pink one. You know that I sell real estate. I live in Hyde Park. My grandparents owned the house, but Granddad died and Gmom couldn’t stay there by herself. Mom and Dad wanted to make sure she had constant supervision, so she’s living with them.” She closed her eyes as she tried to think of what else to tell him. “Married once and widowed within a couple of days.”


“I like pop music, dancing, reality crime shows, and sweet iced tea.”

He squeezed her hand before backing into a parking spot on the far corner of the lot. “Have you ever been out of the country?”

“Just to the Caribbean. I’ve got a condo out of Tybee Island, Georgia, that I usually go to if I want to get away from everything. I love the smell of the ocean, and it’s not as crowded as some of the other beaches. Where have you been?”

“Most of the continental United States at least once. I’ve been to both Mexico and Canada and took one cruise to the Bahamas.” He surprised her as he took her hand and led her into the crowded bar. Their groups were busy in one corner of the room, but instead of leading her there, he took her across the room. “What do you want to drink?”

“Sweat tea.” The music and the people were so loud she was having to yell as she answered him.

“Sit down, and I’ll get you one,” he responded as he held the chair out for her. As soon as she was seated, he took off for the bar. She watched his butt in those tight jeans until the crowd swallowed him up.

She wasn’t alone for long. Renea and Melinda came rushing over. “Where the hell have you been?” Renea asked her.

“Booty call!” Melinda suggested.

“I was showing Brady some property that I thought he might be interested in. It was all very innocent.” She gave Melinda a glare.

“Why are you wasting your work talents on him? Shit, girl, he could be the one to show you what a screaming orgasm is all about.”

“Is that all you think about?”

“With a man like that around, hell yeah,” Melinda responded quickly. “If you don’t find out, I will. Those lips of his could have been wrapped around my clit all this time, but no, you’ve got him looking at property.” Melinda rolled her blue eyes. “Total waste of time!”

“Shut up, Mel! Dammit, Shawna, move at your own pace, but let him prove to you what a real man is. If I wasn’t so in love with Austin, I would have gone after Brady myself.”

“We’re just getting to know each other. Change the subject—he’s coming up behind you with our drinks.”

As Brady stopped by with two sweet teas, Renea took her leave. Melinda, however, seemed determined to rub her plastic ta-tas all over him. Shawna tried not to let it bother her. She knew what kind of woman her friend was, and it sure as hell wasn’t celibate. While that didn’t bother her, knowing that she was rubbing all over Brady did. Her fingers curled into tight fists as she forced herself to smile as if nothing was bothering her.

“When you get bored with Shawna, come see me. I know how to please a man.” Her glossy dark-red lips brushed against his.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her friend because this was something she had never seen Melinda do, or at least not to her. Melinda usually respected her and their friendship. Or, she thought, the wimps she was usually seen with weren’t that sexy. Melinda wasn’t interested in Shawna’s usual selection.

“I don’t think Shawna could bore me, honey. I like it when a woman can hold a real conversation.”

“Well, I’m sure she can deliver that.” Shawna watched, openmouthed, as Melinda reached down to cup the man’s cock. “But when that gets old, come see me. I definitely know how to treat a man.” Melinda left, her nonexistent ass sashaying for all it was worth.




“I’m going to eat that pretty little pussy. Spread your legs for me. I want to see and touch and taste every single part of you.”

Should she tell him that she’d never had her pussy eaten before? She’d read about it and had been told that it was pretty good, but the one time she’d asked one of her former lovers about it, he’d claimed he’d had a dream about it where she hadn’t liked it. He’d refused, and she’d never been brave enough to question the other wimps she’d dated about it. “Are you really sure you want to do that?”

His smile was carnal. Without further thought, her legs spread, making sure he had enough room to maneuver around. “Your nipples are so pretty. I can’t wait to eat them up like little berries.” His tongue reached out to stroke over one, then the other, moaning as he did. “Just as fucking sweet.”

Her fingers tangled in his short hair. As his tongue curled around one nipple, she whimpered and arched her back closer to him. She dug her nails into his scalp as she tried to create more of a caress.

He lifted his head, a half smile curling around the corner of his mouth. “Wait for it, sweetness. I’ll definitely give you what you need.”

“No, you’re just going to tease me again.” She pouted breathlessly. “I need more, Brady.”

“I can give you that, but at my pace, Shawna. Let me show you how good it can be if we go slow and easy.”

Slow and easy? Oh please, like men really did that. She thought back to the few men she’d been with that had been in such a rush and hadn’t cared if she’d enjoyed it or not. “Why?” she demanded grumpily.

He pinched a nipple tightly between his fingers. “Just humor me, dammit.” He used his fingers to make milking motions on the hard tips of her breasts.

She felt each caress short-circuiting her pussy. It was gathering moisture that had nothing to do with the hot tub she’d just gotten out of. She was almost embarrassed about how wet she was getting. She tried to scoot back a little so that he wouldn’t notice, but he released one nipple and grabbed her hips while he sucked back one tight tip into his mouth.

His teeth held it firmly between his teeth as his tongue rubbed and flicked over the hardened flesh. As he tormented her nipple, he ground her slick pussy against his cock. Every little touch seemed to kick her arousal to an even higher level.

He left her breasts and trailed his mouth down her body, nipping and licking as he moved. He looked up at her and smiled. “Are you ready, sweetness?”

“I’ve been ready!” she grunted as she watched him. “Dammit, please stop torturing me, Brady.”

“I’m not torturing you, Shawna. I’m gonna eat your pussy till you cream all over my tongue.”

“Oh, god!” His words were going straight to her pussy. She could feel herself creaming and yet he wasn’t even licking her cunt . This must have been what Renea referred to as a mental fuck.

“Lean back, let me at little pussy,” he groaned as she followed his directions. She watched as he spread her outer lips. As he looked back up at her, his pale-gray-and-gold eyes were almost completely black. He looked angry.

“What?” she asked wearily, as if he was going to stop touching her.

“I just want to watch.”

“Watch what?”

“This!” Two thick fingers thrust into her pussy, causing her to shudder and scream against him. “I wanna watch you become mine.” His fingers pulled back before thrusting inside again. “I wanna watch you fall into a million pieces as your pussy ripples around me.” His teeth nipped at the corner of her neck as he pulled his fingers back.

This time when he thrust back inside her, he ground his hand against her clit. Her breath caught in her throat as her body tightened before bursting into a million pieces against him. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her slick channel.

“You didn’t scream, sweetness. We’ll work on that.”

“Maybe I’m just not a screamer,” she panted as she tried to close her thighs.

He used a free hand to tap her inside thigh none-too-gently. “No, Shawna, but you’re gonna be. Before I’m done, everybody on the damn beach is going to know that someone is getting their pussy pounded.” He licked his lips before bringing his wet fingers to his mouth. He moaned as he licked her syrup off of his fingers. “Fuck, you taste good, all sweetness and sunshine.”

She whimpered as she watched him settle down between her thighs. He held her gaze as his fingers pushed the hood of her clit further back and he let his tongue stroke against it.

It was almost too much, she thought, as her legs shifted involuntarily, giving him as much room as he could possibly need. Anything to feel that again.

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