[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Layla Grey, a sweet and mostly innocent girl from Kentucky, is the least likely person to become the newest bartender at the popular biker bar, Iron Horse.
One night after closing, she’s assaulted. Escaping her attacker, she lands into the protective arms of Luke Mackenzie, a detective with tempting blue eyes and a wicked reputation. But as passions spark between them and they begin to explore unquenchable sexual desires, an arsonist with a secret past sets fire to the bar.
Everything is threatened as Luke begins to uncover more about the fire. But when Layla comes face to face with a conquest from Luke’s past, her fear of heartache sends her running.
Can Luke put his personal priorities in order in time to melt Layla’s heart and win her back, or will their unbridled heat fizzle out?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Place your foot on the peg and then lift it over the backrest. There’s a foot peg on the other side to rest your foot on.”
She did it, feeling a bit sexy as she slid up behind him. He was firm as she placed her hands on his hips and as she inhaled his masculine scent, her body stirred with lust-filled thoughts and needs. She exhaled, trying to keep her inner thoughts from turning into something she wasn’t even sure she wanted.
No. He’s not for me.
Okay, that wasn’t exactly true. She’d love nothing more than to spend an erotic-filled night being pleasured by Luke Mackenzie. Problem was, she wouldn’t know what to do with him if he came with instructions. She’d been a dud in bed with her past relationships. The idea of sex excited her. Just not when it came to the actual act of doing it herself. Fantasies were a much safer bet and less complicated.
He would want a sexual partner who knew how to sexually satisfy him and even though she had all the right parts, her skills were lacking. She didn’t know how to give a blow job, didn’t even know if she’d like it. She’d never done anything but missionary. What if he wanted to take her from behind or what if he wanted her to ride him? Once again her body shook with nervous tension. She really was in over her head. Maybe she should rent some porn to build up her confidence. Then she wouldn’t feel trapped in the stone ages of her sexual dysfunction.
“Hold on tight,” he told her from over his shoulder.
As the motorcycle lurched forward, her grip around him tightened. She wanted to press her cheek to his back and squeeze tight, but she didn’t want him to know just how fearful she was. A daredevil she was not and riding on the back of a motorcycle was the last thing she ever expected to happen this evening. She figured they’d end up at some late night diner drinking coffee.
Well, to her, it sounded nice.
Real conversation wasn’t something she experienced often enough and talking to a man like Luke would be nice for a change. Sure, she had her sister, Sam, Zerina, and Brynn at the bar to talk with, but they had their own lives and she didn’t want to bother them. And technically, the last time her arms had been around a man had been six months ago when she’d hugged her dad before heading to Dallas. And he didn’t feel anything like Luke—hard, dangerous, and exciting.
He placed his hand over hers and a startling warmth shot up her arm and straight to her pussy. She gasped at the powerful surge and then pressed her lips together to keep the moan of need from escaping.
“You doing okay back there?”
She choked down the lump in her throat and stammered, “Y-yes. I’m good.”
Before she realized where they were, the bright lights of the city were fading away. He’d taken her off the main highway and onto some back roads that gave her a clear view of the night sky. A million stars exploded from above. The sight was breathtaking. Within a short while, he was slowing down and coming to a stop. He helped her off the bike and joined her, taking off his helmet.
“Where are we?” she asked, scanning the open field.
“My property,” he explained. “I have a trailer on the other side, but this side is amazing for stargazing.”
“This is all yours?” She looked around into the empty space consumed with trees and grass.
He nodded. “I always wanted to have a place to run away to when the city got too overwhelming … which it does.”
“So you have a trailer up here in case you need a place to crash?”
He nodded again. “Not exactly the Ritz-Carlton, but it’s mine and I like it.”
“It’s perfect,” she exclaimed with a sigh, missing home. “I miss my parents’ horse farm back in Kentucky. I used to ride every day.”
“So you like nature, huh?”
“More than most girls, I’m sure.” She grinned. “I grew up shoveling manure and not caring so much.”
He chuckled. “Just think, at the bar you get to shovel a different kind of shit for jackasses.”
She laughed. “You know, I never thought of it like that. But you’re right.”
He reached up and unfastened her helmet strap, his fingers brushing over the skin of her neck, sending a shiver of awareness through her system. She was alone in the dark with a very sexy man, a man she was dangerously attracted to.
She stepped back. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” He reached into the saddlebags on the other side of the bike and pulled out two bottles. “I took a chance and brought you something diet to drink.” He cringed. “Was that wrong?”
She smiled. “No. That’s perfect.” Then she realized what he’d done. “Wait. Did you have this planned all along?”
He closed the distance between them, standing close enough that she could smell his musk scent. Her fingers itched to touch him, to see if his chest was as firm and hard as his hips and back had been. She cleared her throat, easing back.
Damn, she had to stop thinking like that. Had to keep a safe distance between them.
“It was my backup plan.”
Sam’s haunting words assaulted her and instantly she assumed he was only trying to get laid. “Why?” she questioned defensively.
“Why what?” He sat the drinks on the seat.
“Why would you need a backup plan?”
His touch was tender, the press of his lips dangerously possessive, but sweet. The contrast of his appearance and the way he touched her was extreme. Night after night she had dreamed of a man to claim her like this, to rule her body as he captured her heart. Never had she expected that person to be Luke. But as he kissed her she knew that when she opened her eyes the man before her would be the one she'd always dreamed of finding.
Arching her back, his cock probed at her pussy and her eyes sprung open. Before she had a moment to speak her concern, he was already talking.
“Try not to do that again, until I put on a condom.”
Oh, thank God. He'd planned ahead and she hadn't had to ask.
“You need to stop worrying, Layla, and just enjoy it.”
“I'm not worried,” she argued.
He arched a brow. “That's not what your face is telling me.” He claimed her mouth in a kiss that had her digging her fingers into the hard flesh of his arms. “Let me show you how amazing we can be together.”
He kissed a trail down her body, starting at her lips, down the column of her throat, over both her breasts, stopping long enough to tease and torment her nipples, then he nipped at her belly, massaging his way between her legs.
She tightened the muscles of her legs, attempting to close them, but when he planted a delicate kiss to her inner thigh and caressed her hips, she relaxed, letting him do the things she feared to speak.
With the flick of his tongue on her clit, she sucked in her breath, her fingers instantly weaving through his hair. With just the perfect ounce of pressure, he sucked, driving her closer to the edge. She was already more excited than she'd ever been, but watching him savor her, feeling him pleasure her was enough to shove her into euphoria. And when he slipped his finger inside her pussy she shattered.
“Oh, God,” she cried as her release hit her.
Even as the aftershocks singed her nerves, he didn't stop licking and sucking at her pussy. Lying breathless, he finally rose to pull a condom from his night stand. She couldn't take her eyes off him as he rolled the latex over his shaft. Then, all traces of air fled the room as he grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. The bed sat higher than most and put her at the most delicious angle.
She shivered as she stared up at him, his hungry gaze devouring her. He spread her legs and slowly sank deep inside her. She hissed as he filled her, the pressure building as she adjusted to his size.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice strained.
His blue eyes darkened like pools of night, but his lips were full and calling her. His taste was maddening and the concern in her voice only made him all the more alluring.
Was she all right? No. She was past all right and headed straight toward bliss.
She rolled her hips. “Don't stop.”
He grinned as he bent her legs toward her chest, exposing her for more pleasure. He thrust, sinking deeper inside her. She bit the inside of her cheek as he pulsed in and out of her like a piston. Then, he rolled her hips placing one of her legs between his, her other leg rested on his shoulder and again he rocketed deep. She clawed at the bed and his hip. The pleasure unbelievable. Something magical sparked inside her, something she'd never felt before. Then as his cock dove deep, she figured out what was happening. In a blinding wave, she cried out, her breath ripping from her lungs.
“That's it, baby. Let it go.”
Luke was resilient in his passions and nothing seemed to stop the power of his possession. Once her world exploded, he crawled over top of her, dragging her back to the center of the bed, cradling her in his arms. He filled her pussy once more, her legs wrapped around him as he took her with such care and slowness.