[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Cowboy Romance, HEA]
Lily Yannell is staying temporarily at the Terrell ranch. While there, her heart and body's sensuous response to Ty increases. Ty Terrell doesn't appear to reciprocate the feelings. He still grieves the loss of his wife and unborn son during childbirth, and rejects the emotions Lily stirs in him. When Ty's parents go south for the winter, Ty feels responsible for Lily. He doesn't understand how she manages to frustrate and confuse him. His hair-trigger temper keeps distance between them.
Lily believes Ty doesn't like her. When she receives an anonymous phone call, she says it was probably a reporter seeking her whereabouts. She doesn't admit the gruff voice sent chills down her spine. When Lily disappears, Ty is shocked by his true feelings. He calls everyone to search for her. But once they have her back, he plans to send her away. His fear of love and loss are intertwined.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Paige Cameron is a Siren-exclusive author.
Lily Yannell stood at Ty’s side and watched his parents’ jet take off. The sky was clear and blue. It was one of the few days the weather had permitted them to leave. She knew they’d stayed for the holidays to keep her company and keep her spirits up. But when the worst of the cold hit, they decided to head south. She’d grown very fond of Mr. and Mrs. Terrell. Without them, she was scared and vulnerable.
Ty had been polite but distant since she’d moved to the ranch. Today was no different. Whereas every time they met, her body got hot and flustered, he was cool and withdrawn. No approach she’d tried had made even a small dent in the wall he’d built solidly around him.
“It’s cold out here. I’ll take you back to the ranch house. I’ve got work to do.”
She followed his brisk steps to the car. Being only five foot four inches to his six foot two, she had difficulty keeping up with him. He opened the truck door for her, an impatient look on his handsome face.
The truck’s heater felt good. She put her gloved hands up to the vent.
“You need warmer gloves,” Ty said.
“Your mom and dad said the same. I haven’t been anywhere to buy new ones. Your mom told me to use hers, but I might damage them.”
“Nonsense. Most of her gloves are worn anyway. Don’t be silly. Wear them from now on.”
Lily glanced across at him. He’d pulled off his hat and his light brown hair was mussed. She was tempted to reach across and smooth the silky strands into place. As usual, his jaw was clenched and his lips held tight.
“Why don’t you like me?”
He looked in her direction for a second. “I don’t dislike you. I really don’t know you.”
“You’ve stayed away from the house. I don’t think you want to become better acquainted.”
“I’m busy, especially in the winter. I can’t take time to socialize and leave all the work to my cousin, Dirk.”
She’d met Dirk a couple of times. He was a quiet man, but unlike Ty, he smiled easily and had a much more relaxed manner about him.
Ty stopped the truck in front of the house and started to get out.
Lily reached for his arm, stopping him. “Please, stay where you are. I can manage on my own.” She opened her door. “Would you come for dinner tonight? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
He frowned. A muscle in his cheek pulsed. She waited for his answer.
“This once, I’ll join you. But don’t expect me every night.”
“Of course not. You’re a very busy man.” She smiled and walked toward the house. The biting cold nipped at her cheeks, but it wasn’t any more frosty than the stare she felt at her back. He didn’t drive away until she’d gone in and shut the door.
Her hands trembled as she fastened the lock, but not from the cold. She hated the effect he had on her body. With one glance he made her aware of herself as a woman. Her nipples tightened, and desire coiled in her abdomen. She didn’t want to be attracted to him. Her mind and body were not in sync.
She had enough problems with her father. His impending trial hung over her head like a black cloud. The last thing she needed in her life was a stubborn, irritable, handsome, enticing man filled with grief to appoint himself her caretaker.
She’d set down some ground rules this evening and hopefully get him to agree to let her do some work for the corporation. After all, she had a graduate degree in accounting. She’d seen his cluttered desk and suspected his financial papers might be in the same condition. Taking over the paperwork and accounting would keep her busy. And in a way, it would pay back the Terrell’s for giving her a safe haven to hide in until after her father’s judicial proceedings were all over.
Lily went into the kitchen and surveyed the refrigerator and pantry. She’d better get started on dinner and make it a good one. If the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, maybe she could soften Ty Terrell up enough for him to agree with her plan.
* * * *
Ty arrived just on time. Lily had pulled the roast out of the oven and had mashed the potatoes. She carried the bowl to the table. She’d added a red plaid tablecloth and napkins to make the kitchen more festive. The dining room was too big for two.
“It smells almost as good in here as when Mom is home and cooking.”
Lily’s heart warmed at his words. His face had a relaxed look for the first time. He’d obviously showered and changed before coming over. His collar-length hair looked soft and shiny. His blue flannel shirt brought out the color of his eyes, and his jeans hugged lean hips and long legs. Her cheeks heated when she looked back at his face. In his eyes she saw a flash of fire.
He walked to the table. “You didn’t want to use the dining room?”
“It’s so huge for just us. This seemed cozier.”
Ty frowned. “We’re here for dinner and you said you had something to discuss. Cozy has nothing to do with us.”
She never knew what made her do it, but she couldn’t resist the urge. She stepped into his space and looked up at him.
“Don’t tell me a big, strong cowboy like you is scared of being alone with a little woman like me.” Her voice purred at him. She watched closely for his reaction. When he stepped back and frowned, she had to laugh.
“Feel how hot and hard I am for you. I want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy.”
* * * *
His raw words heightened her desire. Her heart was pounding, and the familiar coil of desire had tightened. His cock pulsed in her hand as he ravished her mouth. The feel of his hard body made her want to tear his clothes off and have his bare skin against hers. She’d never felt this heightened sexually, never knew she was capable of desiring a man to this degree.
Ty pulled back and untied the belt holding her robe together. He pushed it off her shoulders and left her standing in her flannel nightgown.
“No fair, if you remove an item of mine, I get to remove one of yours.” She undid the buttons to his shirt, exposing a broad chest with a scattering of light brown hair narrowing into an arrow at the waist of his jeans. He let his shirt fall to the floor.
“My turn.” He lifted the hem of her gown and in one movement had it up and off. “Ah, lovely.” His warm hands covered her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, then along her neck. His tongue made teasing circles as he moved to the juncture between neck and shoulder. “You do taste like sugar candy.” He took a nip at her shoulder, and then rubbed his tongue gently over the spot. All the while his thumbs rubbed and lightly pinched her sensitive nipples. A shudder of pleasure flowed across her body.
She unfastened his belt buckle. Then slowly she lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down. His cock sprang out straight in front of her. Impulsively, she leaned down and licked the salty drop glistening on the head of his cock. Ty groaned and she took him into her mouth. His hands cupped her head. Holding him tight, she sucked on his long cock, moving her head to take him all in and then slowly pulling back. Her pussy tingled, and moisture wet her tiny bikini panties.
“Wait.” He wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her up. “I want to come this first time in you.” He curled his finger in her panties and yanked them down. “Step out of them.”
He sank on the bed and pulled his boots and jeans off. Then he faced her.
He was beautiful, all taut muscles, tan skin, long legs. His masculine scent enticed her to touch and taste him. His eyes had darkened to almost black. A pulse beat in his cheek, his mouth held firm, his jaw clenched.
“I want you so bad. I’m going to explode if I don’t bury myself inside you soon.” He picked up his jeans and took a condom package out of his pocket.
Lily eyed the condom and him. “You are always prepared?”
His gaze connected with hers. “Always. There are two things I don’t intend to ever do again. One, marry, and two, have a child. You need to know all I can offer is a fling while you’re here.”
She licked her dry lips and saw the light flash in his dark eyes. “When I leave, that’s it?”
“Correct.” He held his gaze steady and took a deep breath. “If you can’t accept those terms, we need to stop now.”
“Can you stop?” She moved against him and took hold of his rigid cock. Her finger ran around the edge of the crown. She watched his expression and saw him close his eyes briefly. He swallowed.
“I have to stop if you can’t deal with what I’m offering.”
The silence went on and on as they stared at each other. Finally, taking a deep breath and mentally crossing her fingers, Lily said, “Fine. I’m not very experienced. You can teach me. Then when I meet the right man, the one who will love me and marry me, I’ll know how to satisfy him.”
Her words hung in the air around them. For his answer, he picked her up and put her on the bed. He lay beside her. His mouth ravished hers, taking, demanding. His hands, more rough now, ran along her body, kneading, rubbing, and caressing. His lips followed. He suckled her breasts while his fingers found her hidden spot and rubbed her nub. Her body was on fire for him. She moaned and tossed her head.
In a quick move, he went down on her. His mouth covered her nub and his fingers slipped into her wet pussy. She raised her lower body to meet him and ran her fingers through his silky hair.
He licked the moisture from her pussy lips. His teeth grazed across her overly sensitized nub.
“I can’t stand much more. Go in me, now,” she pleaded.
Ty laughed and continued to move his fingers in and out, to lick her most sensitive spot. With one hand he massaged her breast and then pinched her nipple. Waves of heat and pleasure swelled inside her. She screamed her release. Ty put his cock at her opening and plunged inside her hot, wet pussy.