[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Abigail Banks was born to homeless, drug-addicted parents and has spent her life taking care of them on the streets of New York City—that was until fate stepped in and gave her an opportunity to flee the hell that is her life. She took it.
Riley Davis expected to catch a buck, not a girl running from her nightmarish past and a drug dealer who will stop at nothing to get her back.
Abigail keeps a closely guarded secret and knowledge that anyone will use her if they find out the truth.
As Riley attempts to break down the carefully constructed wall Abby had put around herself, the passion that flares between them may be the downfall of them both.
Riley has no idea of what the future holds…but he can't wait to find out.
A Siren Erotic Romance
She stilled, frozen with shock and fear. She looked around frantically, realizing she was the last girl standing. She relaxed marginally. Throwing down the gun, she sat on the ground trying desperately to fight the tears that she could feel welling up in her eyes. “This is no time for hysterics,” she hissed to herself.
Calming herself with some deep breaths, she cleared her mind. Her brain clamored for a plan. She knew what had to be done. It was just getting her legs to work that seemed to be the problem. She blew out a harsh breath and rose to her feet.
Her body moved mechanically. She searched each body carefully, stripping them of cash and assorted items she thought might be useful in the future. Some of Derek’s men she had known. It was slightly satisfying to see their corpses lying motionless in the dirt. She thought idly of how she had prayed for just this sight more than once. They were ruthless. Their philosophy was blood in, blood out. They knew the second they were patched into the club that only death would separate them from the gang. Well, they got their blood.
Abigail stripped a jacket off one of the detectives and slipped it on. It was getting cold, maybe even getting ready to snow. There was nothing worse than getting stuck out in the snow with no shelter to protect you. She had seen more than one person freeze to death from windchill alone.
The ribbon around her heart was tightening. She may have grown up on the streets, but she had compassion. It saddened her to see the officers dead. She thought of the families they may have left behind and the children they may never see grow up. She bent down to the last detective, the skinny one, and after emptying his pockets, she whispered, “I’m sorry. Thank you.”
Tucking the money and two pistols into her jeans, she bolted into the forest, running as fast as she could. She knew walking on the road was out. Someone would come looking for either the detectives or Derek’s men, and she had better not be anywhere near there when they did. All she hoped was that she could make it to a shelter of some sort before it got dark.
She ran until the cramping in her gut was so overwhelming she had no choice but to stop. The pain was almost crippling. She braced herself against a tree with the palm of her hand, bent down, and threw up the remainder of the sandwich from that morning. Standing up straight, she stretched her gaze toward the sky, instantly feeling better.
Damn! I wish I had wilderness skills. Her only experiences with the woods were the ones in Central Park. Not real helpful out here.
The sound of a gunshot wrenched her out of her thoughts and set her heart racing with panic. She froze for a split second and heard rustling in the distance. Someone’s coming. She ducked behind the tree. Pulling one of the guns from her jeans, she cocked it and poised herself, ready to shoot. She waited as the noise got louder.
Suddenly, a large black shadow flashed on the ground, too quick for her brain to process. Abigail fired off two rounds and fled in the opposite direction.
Racing through the woods, the only sound was the thud of whatever she shot as it hit the forest floor and the wind in her ears. Seconds passed and she heard a voice.
“Hey, stop!” he yelled at her, and then she heard him running after her.
Blind panic and adrenaline flooded her system. She picked up speed and didn’t dare look back. I’m not going to die! Fuck no, not today, thank you kindly.
She never saw the ledge, until it was too late. Abigail came, or at least tried to come, to a complete stop on the edge of a small cliff. Teetering, she desperately fought to keep her balance and not fall over the edge. It wasn’t a long drop, maybe ten feet, but there were sharp rocks and a river below. Her foot slipped on the sod and she lost her fight.
As he watched her she shifted and her eyelids fluttered open. As she looked up at him, he watched her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
She attempted to roll off him, but he had other plans for her right now. He hooked her right knee with his forearm and rolled them onto their sides.
She gasped as he settled her in beside him and entered her fully, slowly. He didn’t want her embarrassment. He wanted her wet and sweetly taking him until she screamed and shuddered around his dick.
“Riley.” Her voice was sleepy and soft. “It’s so big.” She gripped his shoulders, hugging herself tighter to him as he moved in and out of her sweetness.
“You love every inch, don’t you, baby girl?” She was so tight, swollen from their earlier lovemaking. He was holding on for dear life not to piston into her like some rutting asshole just trying to get his rocks off. She needed slow, and he wanted to give it to her. He needed to see her face when she exploded around him as she came.
“Yes, God yes, Riley. It’s so good.” She was trembling fiercely. Her breath was coming in short, labored pants. She was so close he could practically taste it. “More, I need…”
Her face was awash in desperation. “What do you need, baby girl? More of this?” He thrust balls deep and held her hips firmly. He could feel every inch of her wrapped around him.
She whimpered, “Riley, I…God, make it stop, please.”
Riley’s chest swelled with pride and possessiveness. She would never forget this desperate feeling, the need clawing at her from the inside out. He wasn’t letting her off the hook just yet. He wanted her mindless. He wanted her to want him like her next breath before he let her come down from this high. “I’m here, Abby. Just relax. A little bit more and you can come.”
He stroked out and then back in again as slow as his own body would allow. “Every inch of me is yours. Enjoy it.’ He kissed her gently, taking his time in tasting her. She was ripe and juicy, like a freshly picked berry.