[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
When Cole Bottego met Leah Allbright she was just a girl, the younger sister of his Marine buddy, Dex. Both of their lives were changed forever in 2007 when an IED killed Dex. In his friend’s final moments, Cole promised to always look out for Leah.
Years pass and Cole keeps his promise. Now grown, Leah is a rookie police officer under the watchful eye of her police chief, Cole. The dynamics of their new roles prove to be more than either of them were prepared for. After years of being best friends they find their feelings changing and complicating their once-easy camaraderie.
Will temptation prove to be too strong for either of them to resist as they’re given a chance to have something neither of them knew they wanted? Or will Cole push his desires aside because of a promise he made years earlier to a dying friend?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“I am begging you to not come any closer. For the love of God, please just stop.”
The fire in his eyes told her that he didn’t want anything of the sort. His words might be pushing her away, but the bulge in his pants was still trying desperately to make itself known.
She ignored his request and took another step. He shook his head at her emphatically. Without words, he just kept protesting with actions, which did nothing to hide what his body wanted.
With every foot that closed the distance between him, he started to move away. Trapped in the entryway, he now huddled in the corner, just to the side of her front door. It was such a contradiction to see him cowering there, almost afraid of what may happen. This big, strong man who had never shown her a moment of weakness now looked like he might shatter if she reached out to touch him.
She tested the theory and extended her arm, running her fingernails along his abdomen and up to his chest. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, muttering something she couldn’t make out.
Hunger was eating away at her insides. She wanted so desperately to feel his cock, to rub and touch it. The image of stroking it in her hands consumed her. She had fantasized about what he would look like naked for so long that being so close to him in such an intimate way had finally pushed her past the point of no return.
Slowly she slid her hand in the opposite direction back down his torso. Her heartbeat pounded inside her head. Nerves and passion overwhelming her as her fingers continued downward, mere inches from his hardness.
Before she could react, his hand shot out. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her away. “Don’t.”
Startled, she looked into his eyes. Anger lingered within them. It instantly deflated the bravado she had built up in the past minutes.
“Why not?” she demanded.
“Why?” he snapped back at her. “Are you crazy?”
She dropped her head no longer able to look into his eyes. Maybe she was crazy. So what? For months she had dreamed of a moment like this. Now that it was here, why didn’t she deserve an answer as to why he was rejecting her?
Looking back at him, she answered, “Yes, I am. I’m crazy about you. I’ve tried for months to fight it, to push you away in hopes that the feelings would stop, but they wouldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop wanting you.”
He released her wrist and held her face in his hands. “Don’t say that.” His jaw was taut and unyielding.
Turning her head, she kissed his palm and opened her mouth to allow her tongue to taste his flesh before answering. “It’s true, Cole. I’ve tried everything.”
“That’s why you’ve been pushing me away? All of these weeks of putting distance between us was because you felt this way?”
The disbelief in his voice made her wonder how he could even question her after what had just happened between them.
“Yes. I never thought in my wildest fantasies that you would feel the same way. I never thought you would want me, too.” She continued to kiss his palm.
“Fantasies? Jesus, Leah. What in the hell are you trying to do to me? Please don’t say anything more. This isn’t a game. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
His jaw tightened, the tension etched on his face. His brow filled with worry. No matter what his words said, he fought the same urges she had for months.
“I think I do. I hope I do. I want you, Cole.”
Leaning in, she placed her mouth to his neck and laved it with kisses. Trailing her tongue on his roughly shaven jaw, she closed her mouth and inhaled the masculine scent which always aroused her every time he got too close.
“Stop this. Damn it, Leah. Stop!”
She ignored his shouted order. Instead she took her hands and ran her fingers through his hair. Holding him at an angle, she made use of her tongue, trailing it up to his ear, and then gently bit down as she nibbled.
Cole had since dropped his hands to his sides. Now balled into fists, he pounded his clenched hands against the wall which trapped him from escaping her seduction. She could still feel his erection poking at her belly and knew, despite his protests, that this was exactly what he wanted.
Placing his hands on either side of her, he lowered himself down on top of her and sought her kiss again. Her tongue found his like it was a beacon and danced in unison as they explored one another. He swallowed her gasp as the underside of his cock pressed against the wet lips of her pussy.
It was all he could do to keep from lifting his hips and sliding into her warmth. Several times he thrust his hips against her, loving the feel of moist heat against him. With every second that passed he relinquished more control. He could hear her muffled whimpers trying to escape. Something kept stopping him from crossing that line and taking what they both wanted.
A mixture of emotions swept over him. Fear, uncertainty, worry and anxiety. They all plagued him.
He loved Leah. He had for most of her life. It wasn’t until just now that he realized his feelings for her might be more than he realized.
She was so young. She had her whole life ahead of her. At thirty-five, he was middle-aged now. The woman lying before him, so beautiful and seductive, deserved the world brought to her on a silver platter. He couldn’t give her all the things in life she should have. He wasn’t rich, couldn’t lavish her with gifts and luxuries the way he knew other men would happily do for someone as beautiful as she was.
Damn if he could stop himself, though. Suffering from a case of fuck the world, she’s mine and no one else can have her, he gave into the temptation her touch created. Silently, he whispered to all the men in the world to go to hell. Selfish or not, she was his.
He’d be damned if anyone but him was going to have her.
Breathless and overwhelmed with lust, he pulled his mouth free from hers. Lifting himself off of her, he spread her thighs apart. His movements were no longer slow and gentle. In spite of his efforts, he felt her legs spread wider as she opened herself up for him.
The invitation her body implied sent his already-hard cock into overdrive. With his dick throbbing, he looked down to see pre-cum drip down the tip in anticipation. His hands shook when he grabbed hold and tried not to stroke himself, unsure if the slightest motion would make him come.
Gently and with very little pressure, he slid the head just past her slit, slowly invading the lips which protected her entrance. He could feel every muscle in his body protesting as he tried to hold back. Even as a seventeen-year-old horny teenager, he couldn't remember ever wanting to feel the inside of a pussy so bad.
It struck him in that moment that he couldn’t even remember having sex before now. He knew he had. So many fucking times he probably couldn’t even count them. In that instant with Leah though, all of them were suddenly nameless and faceless. None of the previous women seemed to matter. Until now he had never known what it was like to truly want someone so much that he thought he might die if he didn’t get her.
Sweat beaded his forehead. He was in agony, but he held himself still, just brushing the tip of his cock against the hole it wanted to slide into. He studied her eyes, looking for signs that she wanted him to stop. Despite his patience, all he saw was restless passion.
Unable to refuse either one of them any longer, he painstakingly slid his head inside. Tightness wrapped around him. Heat shot through his body, and her slippery walls coaxed him further along.
Watching her expression, he drifted deeper. An inch, then another and another. The closer he got to filling her completely the more hypnotic her entrancing stare became. Her eyes fluttered at him, heavy lidded with desire.
Finally, after seconds of agony, he was buried inside her. His balls rested against her pussy, and he nestled himself contently inside the tight embrace of her wetness. Whatever the fuck he had been doing his whole life had been wrong. This was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t move against the euphoria that clouding his mind. He could feel her body pulsating against his invasion, and he savored it.
He opened his eyes, not realizing he had even shut them. Her voice had brought him back to reality. She stared back at him. Her delicate fingers were wrapped around her rosy hard nipples, and her hips rocked gently as she whimpered unintelligible words to him.
A primal sensation overtook him in that moment. The need to take her, claim her, mark her, and make her belong to him and no one else consumed him.
He leaned over her body, hovering just above her and slowly slid back, almost exiting the most exquisite tightness he’d ever felt. He held himself there, suspended as the cool air caressed his now-wet cock. Suddenly cold and desperate to have her heat warm him, he thrust inside her.