Naked Love

by Jones, Lisa Renee

  “Better,” he managed. “I’m not allowed to see a white light?”

  She let a small smile tug on her lips. He still had a sense of humor, and as a nurse, she knew the value of that. “You can see it all you like, but don’t you dare walk into it.”

  Abby felt Sam at her side. His hands were shaking.

  “I love you,” Jack said, a weariness taking over. His body went slack.

  In the distance, she heard the thud of a helicopter coming to take Jack. Abby held her hand against his chest and prayed they would make it in time.

  18

  Six Weeks Later

  Abby stood beside her daughter, looking out over the expanse of land that made up her new home.

  “Should he even be on a horse six weeks after chest surgery?” Lexi stared out the window.

  She followed her daughter’s line of sight. Jack was by the barn. He carefully dismounted his horse.

  Abby was more than happy to have her daughter in Willow Fork. Having Lexi in the house she shared with Jack and Sam made it seem more like home than ever.

  “He’s made a remarkable recovery,” she murmured with a grin.

  “You know your mama’s taking excellent care of him.” Abby’s mother joined them at the family room window. She hugged her granddaughter.

  “I hear she’s the reason he’s alive,” Lexi said with a proud glance at her mother.

  Lexi had the Echols’s coloring. Her black hair and dark eyes gave her a slightly exotic look. Her hair was up in a high ponytail. To Abby, she looked younger than her twenty years.

  She would always be her mama’s baby.

  “The way Jack and Sam tell it, Mama was practically a superhero,” Lexi continued. “She managed to bandage up Jack so well the paramedics didn’t have to do anything but load him onto the helicopter when they got there.”

  “The doctors said she made the difference,” Abby’s mom commented. “Then, when Ruby collapsed, Abigail gave her CPR.”

  “That didn’t make a difference,” she said briskly.

  She didn’t like to think about that day at all. It only led to her thinking about the interminable hours she and Sam had spent huddled together in the waiting room praying that Jack would make it through. It was so much nicer to look forward, but Lexi deserved to know.

  Lexi turned and enveloped her in a hug. “You did everything you could, Mom. You did way more than anyone could have asked. She shot your husband and you still tried to save her life.”

  “Well, I was hoping she’d spend the rest of it in jail,” Abby allowed.

  There were tears in Lexi’s dark eyes as she ignored the joke. “Uncle Walter really appreciated it. He and Aunt Jan think the world of you.”

  Lexi had been visiting with Adam’s brother and his family quite a bit while she spent time in her father’s hometown. Walter had shown her around and told her all kinds of stories about Adam. Abby had been worried, but Lexi seemed to be enjoying learning about the dad she’d never met and getting to know her little cousins.

  “Oh, there’s Sam,” Lexi pointed out, shaking her head. “I’m going to have to get used to that.”

  “Used to what?” She stared out the window, trying to see what her daughter was talking about.

  Sam dismounted and went to help Jack, who slapped him across the chest. They bickered back and forth for a moment and then smiled as they walked into the barn to put up the horses.

  “How hot my dads are,” Lexi admitted with a groan. “I’ll never be able to bring friends here. They’ll drool over my dads.”

  Abby slanted her daughter a cautious glance. She had been pleased with how well Lexi had taken everything up to this point. Abby had to suffer through a few “Moms Gone Wild” jokes, but her daughter had seemed thrilled with the arrangement. “It’s all right to be embarrassed. I know that this new marriage of mine is…odd.”

  Lexi grinned at her. “I believe the word you’re searching for is bigamy, Mom. Polyandry is a good one, too. Don’t worry. I’m going to be a writer so it doesn’t bug me at all. My friends will think it’s eccentric and cool. Besides, threesomes are all the rage on campus.”

  “I don’t think I wanted to hear that,” Jack said as he walked in. He took his new stepfather role seriously. He’d groaned when he heard his daughter was dating a musician.

  “It sounds perfectly normal to me.” Sam followed Jack. Abby had noted how carefully Sam watched Jack since he left the hospital. He was always close, waiting to lend a hand if he needed it. “Now, when we start getting into foursomes or fivesomes, one has to start questioning the morality of the woman involved.”

  Abby rolled her eyes. He was still on her about that one little book.

  Sam had purchased a bookcase and placed it in their bedroom. He’d lovingly stored her entire collection of erotica, even the really filthy stuff.

  Benita walked in and, with a huge smile, announced that lunch was ready. Jack winked at Abby as he turned and started for the dining room. Sam was talking to Lexi and Diane about the renovations they were doing to the house, and Abby hung back for a moment, watching her family walking in for a meal together.

  She felt love surge through her heart as Sam said something that made Jack’s laugh boom through the house. He’d proven to be a perfect patient. He’d followed her every order. He seemed to bask in her attention and genuinely appreciated the love she lavished on him. Sam had stepped up and kept the ranch running in perfect order. Any worries he’d had about taking care of things were a distant memory now. Sam seemed surer of himself than ever before, and Jack was more peaceful. Her daughter and her mother loved her new husbands and had accepted them without a qualm.

  “Are you coming, sweetheart?” Jack asked, looking back into the living room.

  “The roast is going to get cold,” Sam pointed out.

  “I’m coming.” Abby brushed away the happy tears in her eyes.

  She couldn’t help but cry when she thought of it. It had taken twenty years.

  No, it had taken a lifetime, but she was home. She was finally and forever home.

  * * *

  Thank you for reading SMALL TOWN SIREN!

  Jack, Sam, and Abby will return in SIREN IN THE CITY, available now.

  Jack and Sam married Abby. It was supposed to be for forever, but lately Abby wonders where her alpha male has gone. Jack has retreated and life has become decidedly vanilla. It isn't the true marriage she and Sam wanted. Sam and Abby know the time has come to fight for what they need.

  A call from his mentor forces Jack to revisit the club where he discovered his sexuality. Jack's half-brother is in the city and interested in a little blackmail. Can Jack handle two defiant subs and a brother in need of some tough love?

  Sometimes all it takes to find the way home is a little love and a lot of mischief.

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  Resist Me

  Chelle Bliss

  Izzy Gallo has never been described as a member of the weaker sex. She's a woman who doesn't take shit from anyone. Growing up with four older overprotective brothers has hardened her, making her a force to be reckoned with.

  Against the wishes of her two brothers, Joe and Mike, Izzy takes a weekend trip to Bike Week in Daytona, turning her world upside down. Over her head, in a world she doesn't understand, there's only one man who can save her.

  James Caldo has dedicated his life to protect and serve as a member of the DEA. He's cocky, overbearing, and doesn't take no for an answer - the Gallo men have nothing on him.

  When their paths cross, James makes Izzy question everything she believes about completely surrendering to the opposite sex. Does James have what it takes to overpower the headstrong Izzy, capturing her heart forever?

  1

  Izzy

  “I don’t like the idea of you going to Bike Week, Izzy,” Joe fumed, slamming his beer on t
he worktable and glaring at me.

  “I’m not a fucking child anymore, Joe. You can’t tell me what to do.” I stared at him, holding his gaze. I’d always been the little sister, the one everyone wanted to protect. When I was a child, I’d found it flattering, but now? Now it was just a fucking pain in my ass.

  “We’re not saying you’re a kid, babe. Too much bad shit happens during Bike Week. It’s not safe for you there. We’re just looking out for ya.” Michael leaned forward, running his fingers across the back of my hand.

  “I can take care of myself. It’s just for the weekend. Flash will be with me. I’m not going alone.” I sat back, tilting my head to watch their reaction. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

  “Flash?” Joe asked with wide eyes. “I thought I told you to stay away from that dumbass prick.” He ran his hand down his face before squeezing the bridge of his nose. “It was bad enough you brought him to Thanksgiving dinner. I hate that asshole more than I ever did.”

  “Fucking unbelievable, Izzy.” Michael shook his head.

  “There’s nothing wrong with Flash. He’s harmless, but he’ll look out for me.”

  Flash wasn’t a pussy, but he wasn’t a Gallo man either. I didn’t give a shit. He was a friend and we hung out when he came through town. We had never been a couple, but he knew how to please me in bed. I liked being with him. He was uncomplicated and not looking for a relationship. He breezed into my life from time to time and exited just as quickly.

  “Izzy,” Joe warned. “He was a good kid, but now he’s prospecting to get into the Sun Devils MC. I know what shit goes down in a club. I’ve spent enough time at the Neon Cowboy to know what the life is all about. What the fuck do you think Tommy would say if he knew you were going there with Flash?”

  I loved my brothers. I truly did. But for shit’s sake, they could be overbearing.

  “I don’t know what he’d say because I haven’t seen him in over a year. I’m not Flash’s old lady or his whore. We’re going as friends. I’m going and you two can’t stop me. He’ll protect me.” I smiled, crossing my arms.

  “Flash is a fucking pussy.” Michael hit the table with his fists. “Mia could protect you better than him. Jesus Christ, Izzy, why are you so damn hardheaded?”

  “Didn’t you two teach me how to protect myself?” I glared at them.

  “Yes,” they answered in unison.

  “I can handle myself. I know how to kick ass and bring a man to his knees.” I tried to hide my smile. I knew the double meaning wouldn’t be lost on them. “I’ll be good.”

  “It’s not your behavior we’re worried about, baby girl,” Joe growled, cracking his knuckles. “Michael and I can’t risk jail because we have to kick some fucker’s ass for touching you.”

  “Speak for yourself, old man. You’re still pretty fucked up from the accident, but I’m always down to kick ass, brother.” Michael laughed. “Anthony is going to be fucking livid when he hears this shit.”

  I smiled at them. “He already knows, so shut it. I love you both and appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I’m an adult. Have a little faith in me for once. Who’s the first person you two run to when shit goes bad?” I arched my eyebrow and laughed. “Me. You’re always coming to me for help. I’ll be fine.” I waved my hands. “Don’t try and stop me. I promise to be safe and not go anywhere alone while I’m in Daytona. I’ll stay with Flash and won’t do anything stupid.” I stood, completely done with the conversation.

  “You’ll call us every day,” Michael insisted, giving in. He knew he wasn’t going to win this battle.

  “Text,” I replied. “I’ll text you every day while I’m gone, but that’s all you’re getting.” I headed toward the front desk to cash out my tips.

  “Fine.” Michael sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t like this shit one bit.”

  “Not my problem,” I called out from the front of the shop.

  “Women are a fucking pain in the ass,” Joe said to Michael, and they both laughed. “And shut your fucking mouth. I’m healed from the bike accident, dumbass. I can kick your ass right now to prove it too.”

  “I don’t hit the disabled.” Michael laughed.

  My boys. Their banter and laughter made me smile as I grabbed my money and slammed the drawer closed. I had everything I wanted in the world: four fantastic brothers, one that was MIA—Tommy—a flourishing business, a growing clientele. And I was totally unattached.

  What more could a girl ask for?

  2

  Izzy

  Rolling into Daytona was an unforgettable experience. The entire beachfront was lined with row after row of bikes, babes, and badass boys. Flash and I checked into the shitty, seedy-ass hotel, but at least it seemed clean and had a bed. I chuckled when I caught a glimpse of the old coin-operated machine that caused the bed to vibrate. We’d find a way to make that useful.

  After throwing my bag down on the floor, I collapsed on the lumpy mattress. The vibration of the three-hour bike ride still hadn’t left my system as I stared at the brown spot on the ceiling.

  “Hey, baby.” Flash crawled on top of me, crushing me with his weight. “I want to taste you before we head out.” He planted soft kisses on my neck before biting down on the tender flesh of my ear.

  I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. “You know how I like it,” I whispered, pulling on his scalp. “Do me good.” I pushed his head down my body, not wanting to waste any time.

  “Don’t I always?” He licked his lips as he unbuttoned my jeans.

  “Mm-hmm. Usually.” I smirked as I lifted my ass, allowing him to slide the denim down my legs.

  Flash was a beautiful man. He didn’t resemble the scrawny kid I used to play kickball with at recess. His blue eyes, killer smile, and chiseled body made my mouth water. I was sure I wasn’t the only girl out there who enjoyed his beautifully bent cock—not broken, just curved. It wasn’t too wide or thick, just total perfection. Each stroke hit just the right spot, and I’d never found another one since. It was the reason I always welcomed him in my bed.

  He threw my jeans across the room before he nestled between my legs. “No panties,” he mumbled as he kissed the skin on my lower abdomen. “Landing strip too. You know how I like it.”

  “Just for you,” I lied.

  It was the start of bikini season in Florida. I wouldn’t be caught dead with stubble or razor burn. I pulled my knees up, planting my feet flush with the comforter, to give him better access.

  He inhaled, a gleam in his eye. “You smell better than I fucking remember. You have the sweetest pussy, Iz. Fucking fantastic.” Sticking his tongue out, he flicked my clit as he gripped my hips, holding me in place.

  A jolt of pleasure shot through my body as I arched my back, pushing my head into the mattress. Warmth cascaded across my body as he latched on to me, sucking my flesh. Letting my knees fall toward the bed, I lay before him, spread eagle and wanting more than his mouth.

  His hands slid under my ass as he squeezed it roughly, kneading it with his fingers. He sucked and licked my core while he stared in my eyes. Our gazes were locked as he rubbed his fingers against my opening.

  “You’re so wet, baby. I can feel how much you’ve missed me.”

  “Stop talking, Flash.” My body was overly sensitive from the long bike ride. The slightest touch of his lips sent tiny shockwaves down my legs, causing my toes to curl. “Make me come and maybe I’ll let you stick your cock in me.”

  “I’m taking that shit,” he muttered against my flesh as he thrust two fingers inside me.

  I cried out, the pleasure too intense as he latched on to me. He rhythmically sucked and finger-fucked me until I screamed through the breath-stealing orgasm.

  “It’s my turn now, Izzy.” Flash patted my thigh as he sat up.

  “I said maybe.” I closed my eyes, lost in a post-orgasm haze.

  “I’m taking it. No maybe about that shit. I earned it,” he murmured as he nudged my legs farther apart.
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br />   I smirked, closing my legs. “You didn’t earn shit. Eating my pussy was your reward.”

  “I’ll stick it in your ass, then, but I’m taking something,” he said as he flipped me onto my stomach.

  I reached back, covering my ass with my hands. “Oh, no you don’t!” I yelled. Then I felt a sharp sting on my ass as the sound of the smack he’d just landed filled the air.

  “You know you want my sweet cock, Izzy. Don’t play hard to get. It’s not a good look on you.”

  I laughed into the blanket as the bed sprang back from the loss of his weight. He opened his bag on the old wooden desk next to the television. The man could wear a pair of blue jeans. He looked in the mirror and caught my eye before turning with a condom in his hand.

  “Liking what you see, baby?”

  “Eh, it’s all right,” I mumbled putting an unimpressed look on my face. I did, but no fucking way would I ever tell him and let my foot off his throat.

  With a smile, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down before kicking them off. His cock bobbed as he straightened, waving at me in all its hard glory. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, sheathing his stiff, curved member before walking toward the bed.

  “Not even going to take your shirt off?” I asked, staring at his cock. Then I forced myself to look at his face.

  “You didn’t.” He pointed to me with a shitty smirk.

  I didn’t even care. All I’d wanted was his mouth on my pussy and the orgasm that had been just out of reach during the trip to Daytona. “I’ll fix that. You, off the bed and totally naked,” I commanded, pulling my tank top over my head.

  After grabbing the back of his collar, he pulled it over his head, exposing his washboard abs. Fuck. He was a sight. Then he crawled up the bed, his cock swaying and a shitty-ass grin on his face.