[Siren Classic: Erotic Cowboy Romance, HEA]
Dr. Billie Rothman, a beautiful, widowed MD, leaves all that she knows behind, attempting to follow her dreams to Stony Creek, Wyoming. She is yearning for the passionate life she wanted to live after a safe marriage to her best friend.
Jackson Powell, a huge, handsome cowboy, literally saves her life soon after she arrives in town. After being married to a selfish and superficial woman, he decides that women are simply for his pleasure and to ranch alongside him and his family, never expecting the bundle of sensual energy that punches him in the gut after meeting his new neighbor.
While getting to know each other, both these wounded souls cannot ignore the instant attraction or the pulling of their hearts, but in the background lurk several individuals who yearn to teach them both lessons in pain and revenge. Unfortunately Jackson’s ex-wife and a jealous acquaintance from his past try to hurt both of them physically and psychologically.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Barefoot Okie
Jackson had just pulled up to the curb by Barry’s Feed store. His father had sent him into town on an “emergency” run for his mother. Apparently, she suddenly had to have an extra bag of high-protein grain for her flock of chickens that couldn’t wait until her husband Bill had a moment off. Coincidentally, it just happened to be right across the street from their sexy new neighbor’s office. He wondered if his mother was up to no good.
Sam and Phillip had done a really good job with the old building. An example of post-modern architecture, it had nice stonework decorating the front and roofline. Just as he was admiring the built-in flower boxes in front, he noticed an unwelcome visitor go through the front door. Jackson had never like Len Drexel. He treated his horses and women the same way, badly. Without thought, Jackson jumped out of his big black dually and walked across the street to follow Len in. He stood in the doorway listening with unabashed interest, quickly moving to controlled anger that Len was showing interest in his woman. His woman? Where did that shit come from? Why the heck was that thought becoming more and more appealing to him? He must need to get himself some. However, he decided to figure it out later and deal with the situation at hand, because one look at Billie told him that she was upset. He was going to kill someone. That someone had been Len. Instead, he had invited her out to lunch.
“I must say that I have never been so happy to be ignored in my entire life,” Julia said with a smile. “Jackson, you are a naughty boy. Come over here and give me a kiss.” Jackson dutifully walked across the room and graced her cheek with a peck.
“I will be right back. Just need to use the restroom and we can take Jackson up on his lovely offer of lunch, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the man smiling openly at Billie.
As soon as Julia left, Billie leaned back against the beautifully painted wall that Phillip and Sam had made, taking in the very tall and masculine man in front of her. He practically emanated sexual energy and power. How could she go from fear to lust in ten seconds? Looking at the handsome man before her, well, it obviously was possible. Her mouth suddenly feeling dry, she struggled for something to say.
“It seems that you are going to be forever saving me from situations. I haven’t felt this well protected in, well, forever. A girl could get used to this, Jackson.” She practically glowed at him.
“Just call me your masterful hero and we can call it a day!” he said suggestively.
“Funny, cowboy. No, really, thank you. I didn’t care for him. He made me so nervous. I am not exactly a wimpy girl, but there was something in the way he looked at me that didn’t feel so great.”
Jackson looked at her sideways and decided to play a bit. “I hope you don’t feel that way when I look at you,” he said with a laugh.
“Heavens no! Not even speaking the same language, I feel so different.”
Jackson turned his suddenly heated stare to capture her eyes. He walked over to her, and in a husky voice, he asked, “How do I make you feel, then, if not afraid, Billie?”
He leaned toward her and ran a finger along the side of her neck. The gentle rubbing of his roughened skin sent an entirely different sort of shivers down her body. His gorgeous green eyes felt like they were caressing her soul, practically melting her to the floor where she stood.
Billie tried to concentrate on answering him, but it proved difficult. How could this man affect as no other man ever did? He had such a sense of confidence and control about him. She couldn’t even play coy.
She answered him obediently. “Excited, very excited,” she whispered back.
Jackson’s right eyebrow just lifted slightly as he let his gaze roam over her body, as though erasing the previous man’s possession and marking her with his own. This gaze was one that she didn’t mind, actually felt she was starting to crave. He made her feel safe with this look of blatant ownership. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, but definitely getting to really like.
“Really. Now that’s very interesting, baby.” Baby? He called her baby? She had to confess to herself that she liked the sound of that. Getting personal must be a good thing. All thoughts of setting up the office, Julia, Len, and lunch simply faded away while she soaked up his endearment. How long had she just wanted a man to be affectionate like that? Just to want her, quirks and all. Forever, if she was to be truthful. She was under no misconception that Jackson was falling for her but she closed her eyes to indulge in the temporary fantasy of it all.
“Jackson? Where are you? I know it is going to ruin your image of me being a tough city girl and all, but I am actually afraid of the dark.”
She let out a squeal as strong muscular arms gently wrapped around her from behind. She certainly hadn’t been freezing yet but was definitely getting cold. Now all she could do was sigh with the double pleasure that his arms afforded her. They were providing both warmth and stoking the fires of her simmering arousal. In this position she could feel his entire body dwarf her with his great height as he was plastered against her back. She leaned her head back to rest against his chest, trusting him enough to again close her eyes. She felt like he was burning into her and she didn’t mind the flames one bit. His hands shifted and began a gentle inspection of her waist and hips. His hot fingers applied massaging pressure as she suspected he was inspecting her body. She moaned her approval while allowing her hands to slightly reach back of their own accord and rest on his rock-hard thighs. She felt her feminine parts flood with moisture as his hands lightly but confidently started to run down the front of hers as well. As his gentle exploration continued, she heard the change in his breathing. Hot rushes of air caressed her throat. He was leaning down, allowing his fingers to massage the lean muscle of her thighs while he ran his lips over the shell of her ear. She allowed herself to mimic his movements by running her hands over the raw power of his legs. It was all muscle and hardness beneath her questing fingertips, so much so she felt faint. She didn’t have any experience with men built like Jackson was. Matthew has been her study partner, not this specimen of raw masculinity.
At the feel of his lips touching the pulse behind her left ear, she began to quiver. More moisture pooled at her core as she was sure her legs would give way. Her mouth was slightly parted as she began to pant while Jackson eased his hands upward over the silky shirt. He paused his hand’s exploration for a moment to lave the base of her neck and bite.
“Jackson, what you do to me,” she said wondrously as she continued to try to control her gasps of pleasure as he found her sensitive spots.
“Does it feel good to you, baby? Do you want me to continue? You don’t have to answer, just nod your head yes.”
Billie felt her head bob with permission as though it had a mind of its own. Her hands continued to rub his muscled thighs, gripping at the jean material every time he nipped and touched. Just then his hands began their quest anew. They slid up and down the sides of her waist reverently as if they had never touched silk over curves before. Suddenly her position was shifted slightly to the side as his left hand grasped her chin. His thumb caressed briefly over her full bottom lip before his own took possession of hers. This kiss was different than the one before. His tongue immediately thrust into her warmth as his hips started to mimic the rolling movements of their hips. She could feel his hard cock pressing and sliding against the space between her cheeks, fueling the fire in her body. She was actually momentarily distracted by the thought that she might have a moistened spot on her skirt from the cream running from her. As he feasted on her mouth, she could feel his hand firmly start to stroke the underside of her breast. Arousal as she had never encountered roared through her body. For his part, Jackson felt like he was being gifted for his good deeds in this life. She felt like an angel. A sex angel sent here to tempt him into never leaving the world of sin if it meant she was in it. His cock was painfully erect in its position, rubbing the back of her succulently firm ass.
He continued to plunder her lips, twining his tongue with hers, over and over again. However, it was the feel of her body under his searching hands that put his blood to near boiling. Roughly now, he cupped her breast while moving his mouth to nip at her neck. She is perfection, he thought while stroking the lush globe in the palm of his hand, plucking at her nipple. He tried to be gentle but finally having her at his mercy to tease and explore left him unable to do more than knead her mercilessly while groaning his arousal. He had backed them up against the door to the nearest stall just as his hand delved under the opening in her blouse. He felt the lace of her bra as he momentarily gentled his touch to lightly stroke her nipples with his fingertips. She was perfection. He could hear her ragged breaths and scent her arousal in the air. He had to have her. Now. His hand plunged beneath the scrap of material covering her breast and felt the shock of burning pleasure from his groin to his legs. He was sure his boxer briefs were wet with his pre-cum, and he threaded his fingers in her hair while pulling her head back to expose the other side of her neck.
Billie felt his teeth against the base of the other side of her neck but couldn’t protest as the air rushed from her lungs. Please, dear lord, let him fuck me now. She felt his hand that was roughly squeezing her breast as it alternated not only from side to side but from softness to rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She felt him move his other hand to the edge of her skirt. She felt him suddenly freeze, just as the hem of her skirt was slid upward so she could feel the cool air hit her wet slit. Voices outside indicated the approach of more than one man.
He felt her stiffen in probable fear and quickly tucked her into his arms while lifting her up. As though she weighed not a feather, he silently walked down past the last stall of horses and into the tack room. He fumbled for the doorknob that led to the outside and privacy the darkness afforded. He could see the tears form in her eyes as the moonlight emphasized her probable embarrassment at being caught.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered while gently kissing her forehead. “I have got you and won’t let anything hurt you. Just trust me, Billie.”