[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, sex toys, HEA]
Blaze Zeal and Zar Russ have an instant physical and emotional connection. Blaze is hesitant to get serious with a man who is in terminal pain, but Zar convinces her to give him a chance.
It seems that their relationship will end before it even gets started when Zar’s private physician plots against them and lies to Blaze, saying that she has HIV. After receiving this news, Zar’s brother and Blaze end up having a major car accident. Things continue to spiral downward as Blaze lies in a coma.
She awakens only to discover that Zar is running out of the injections that make the pain in his damaged hip tolerable. He reluctantly admits that the medication was banned after trials because it was found to destroy the bone at the injection site. They fear the worst as they fight to keep their love alive, and life continues to conspire against them.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Do you want to stand here or go in the water?”
Blaze shrugged. “I was putting off the idea of stripping in front of you. Things that were once firm and smooth are saggy, lumpy, and yucky. I look better with my clothes on.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? If it makes you more comfortable, leave your bra and panties on. They will dry eventually. It just means you are trapped up here all the longer with me because you won’t have anything dry to put on.”
“You are very funny, but they won’t hide much.”
He turned his back to her and slipped off his pants, letting them fall. He wore boxers underneath, and she giggled at the small Harleys on them.
“Thank you. I am willing to take them off,” he replied without turning around.
Blaze stared at the muscles in his back and his legs, her mind suddenly relenting to the emotions that had been building in her all day. She liked him and her body ached for a man’s touch. Blaze quickly slid off her shirt and jeans and then took a deep breath. “Go ahead.”
She noted his sudden hesitation as he kept his back to her and then slid off the shorts. When Zar turned, Blaze couldn’t help but stare.
“Gruesome, isn’t it?”
“No, I was just thinking that you have a gorgeous ass. So, what happened?”
“A piece of designer sheet metal fell on me. Someone forgot to check the cable, and I was guiding the driver from the ground. The lift wire snapped, and I was pinned under it for quite a while. It was a miracle that I didn’t lose my leg. Some days it’s almost impossible for me not to limp. I have five pins holding my hip together where it was severed. As you see, we all have flaws. I also look better with my clothing on.”
“I think that scars are very sexy. You should know that from reading my books. They often show a lot of character in the person who bears them. Bad scars are not gruesome in comparison to what they represent.”
“I am impressed. Normally it turns women off. I had gangrene, and it took forever to heal. So what does it show you?”
Blaze was suddenly empowered by the knowledge that he was not perfect. The thoughts and fears that had been running through her mind suddenly seemed childish, and they disappeared as she walked closer to him. She had made a decision against all warnings of rational thought. She wanted to be with him, no matter what the outcome. Blaze knelt down to look closer at the slightly indented mark that ran across his lower stomach and down one leg. “I see an event that would have crippled most men. I see strength in the pain you must have endured. I see a man who seems more human in that he knows what vulnerability is. Did the gangrene cause the loss of muscle?”
“Yes,” he replied, intrigued by her comments and actions.
“Why didn’t you have plastic surgery if it bothers you? You can afford it.”
“Why don’t you? If your body bothers you?”
“Good question. I suppose because I fear the possible mistakes that can happen.”
“Good point. In my case, I’ve been through enough surgeries. Please stand up. I don’t like you kneeling before me. Among other things it’s really turning me on.”
Blaze stood before him. “My turn. So what do you see?” she asked, turning around before him.
“I see a radical change in your attitude. Why?”
“If I answer that, you might tell me to get dressed and take me home.”
“I doubt that. Tell me.”
“I suppose the reason I have been feeling so unsure of myself is because you seemed liked a fantasy. I write about it, but in life, I am a realist. I am middle aged with varicose veins and cellulite. I work out when I find the time, but…I suppose the scar made you seem less intimidating.”
Zar laughed, his uncertain expression fading. “And I was thinking that you had been turned on because of my ass.”
“Well...that, too,” she replied with an embarrassed giggle. “Zar, I haven’t been naked in front of anyone but David in a long time. I just…” Blaze hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I have also not slept with a man in a long time. David was impotent after the accident. If you want the truth, the desire faded even before that. I attributed it to getting old. You made me realize that I was wrong.”
“I’m glad to hear that. If you want to know what I see when I look at you, I see your eyes. They are beautiful and filled with compassion. Your hair in the sunlight looks like webs of spun gold. You have a very nice shape, and being naked doesn’t change that. Everyone changes as they age, it doesn’t mean that you are less beautiful. As I said, everyone has flaws. Sometimes the beauty on the outside only masks the imperfections on the inside. I see the woman inside as well as the package she is in.”
Blaze smiled at him and put her hand lightly to his face. “I see something special when I look at you.”
Zar quickly slid her robe off, and before she could escape him, he took a handful of cream-covered fruit and smeared it down the front of her body.
She screeched, knowing that there was little point in trying to get away from him. The house was too small, and she couldn’t run outside. Blaze stared at him as she stuck both hands in her plate and plastered the contents to his chest and stomach. Zar put his sticky hands to her face and drew her into a kiss. It was a heated embrace that left them both with melted cream and fruit sliding down between them.
Zar leaned back, groaning as the liquid ran down his stomach, soaking into his shorts. His expression made Blaze laugh as she yanked his boxers off, dropping into the chair before him. She sucked his sticky, very sweet dick into her mouth and began to roll her tongue and lips over his rapidly hardening flesh. Zar leaned back into the table, running his fingers through her hair in ecstasy.
It was a short-lived experience as Choey came up under the table and began to lick his calf. Blaze burst into laughter, pushing the dog back with her hand. “You’re going to get sick, silly. Not including the fact that you are wrecking the mood.”
“Well, so much for a good idea,” said Zar. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up, and we can finish this in the shower.”
Blaze grabbed a towel, handing it to him. She giggled as he began to wipe off the table, his dick erect before him. She quickly used a wet cloth to pick up the mess on the floor, figuring that she could wash it more thoroughly afterwards. Within minutes, the dishes were in the sink, and they had locked themselves in the bathroom. Choey scratched at the door a few times, making a pathetic whining sound, and then things went quiet. Zar grinned and ran his fingertip down Blaze’s red nose. “I hope this washes off. You look like Rudolph.”
“Oh, thank you. I needed that information. If I have to spend the evening with my cheeks and nose all bright red, then I’m blaming you.”
“Yeah, I can see the headlines now. Millionaire Zackery Russ assaults fiancée with a plate of waffles.”
Blaze laughed, her eyes lighting up with the gesture. “Well, turn the water on, and you can take your sweet time washing this sticky mess off.”
Zar flipped on the water and ran his hand under the tap. “Shit! We really need to get an exterior water tank. The heat must have just gone on. The water is ice cold.”
“Not what I wanted to hear,” Blaze said, leaning into his chest and shivering from the cool air in the bathroom. Zar grabbed a washcloth and poured some herbal face wash onto it to clean the fruit from her skin. Blaze stood with her eyes closed until he finished. “Well, your face looks perfect,” said Zar as he dried her skin. “Now we just have to wait for the water to heat up. Any suggestions on how to stay warm and waste fifteen or twenty minutes?”
Blaze answered him by running her tongue up the center of his sweetened chest. Zar caught her eyes and smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
She chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows, and then traced his overly sexy lips with her tongue. Zar moaned at the touch. He grabbed a towel off the rack and laid it over the toilet, sitting down on the closed seat. Blaze responded by sitting on the edge of the tub. She leaned forward, taking his now slightly limp cock between her lips. Zar leaned back slightly, giving her complete access as she bobbed her head. He drove his fingers into her hair, wanting to control her actions, but trying not to. She consumed his dick, sucking and rolling her tongue over the sensitive skin. Her head bobbed around him and then Zar pushed her back. “Enough.”
“Felt good, huh?”
Zar laughed and looked down at his now very hard dick. He gestured her closer with his bent finger, and Blaze stood to straddle him. The feel of his cock as it sank into her aching pussy was glorious. The muscles expanded around him, twitching and shivering as she slowly rocked her hips. The position was perfection, and when Zar slipped his hand between their bodies and began to encircle her clit with his finger, she gasped for air. Blaze drove her fingers into his hair, kissing him desperately, the sticky foreplay having a far greater effect then she had realized. Her pussy was throbbing with need, the muscles demanding in their growing intensity. His tongue was in her mouth, caressing her, his lips tight against hers. David would never kiss her after she had given him a blowjob, but Zar obviously didn’t mind. She giggled at the thought, and he leaned back, frowning at her. “What’s so funny?”
“Just a stupid thought. It doesn’t bother you that my mouth was just on your dick?”
“Does it bother you when my mouth was just on your pussy?”
She laughed, tilting her head as she gazed at him. He was absolutely the most magnificent man she had ever had the privilege to know. “I love you so much.”
“I’m glad. I love you too. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be having sex with you on a toilet as melted fruit dried on my skin.” He slid his hands down her back, curving them to her hips, and then pushing her down over his dick.