One Night Baby - A Romance Compilation

by Tia Siren

  “You have a beautiful home,” Scarlett said.

  I looked around at the furnishings and shrugged. “Thank you.”

  She laughed. “I moved into that house from a tiny one-bedroom apartment. It feels like a cold mansion to me.”

  “Where’d you move from?” I asked, grabbing three plates out of the cupboard and carrying them to the table.

  “Careywood.”

  “Oh, up north?” I asked, vaguely familiar with the town.

  She nodded. “Yep.”

  “What brought—” I stopped talking, remembering the call the other night. I knew what had brought her here, and it wasn’t a topic I wanted to discuss in front of Ella.

  Scarlett nodded, understanding it was off-limits.

  “Are we going to sit at the table?” Scarlett asked Ella.

  “Yes. Dad says pizza is too messy for the couch.”

  “I think your dad is right. I’m not supposed to eat pizza on the couch either.”

  “How come?” Ella asked.

  “Because my dad says I’m too messy. When I was little, I accidentally spilled red juice on his new couch.”

  Ella’s eyes widened. “You did? Did you get in trouble?”

  Scarlett laughed. “The first three times I did it, no. But then my dad got angry and said no more drinks or red stuff in the living room.”

  That sent Ella into a fit of laughter. The three of us sat down at the table and dug into our pizza.

  “Would you like water or milk?” I asked Scarlett before realizing that was a little childish. “I have cold beer if you prefer that.”

  “I’ll take a beer if you’re having one,” she said in a somewhat shy voice.

  I grabbed two and handed her one. It was strange to be sitting at the kitchen table with Ella and a woman. Strange in a good way. Ella was peppering her with questions about her family and what she did. I realized then how great Ella was for a first date. She was asking all the questions without sounding too nosy.

  “Music, huh?” I asked. “You know the competition is fierce, right?”

  She laughed. “Well, I don’t want to be a singer. That would never work out well. I want to produce music.”

  I had no idea what that was. I shrugged a shoulder. “I wish you luck.”

  “I wish me luck too. I applied for a lot of jobs yesterday and one internship.”

  “What’s an internship?” Ella asked.

  I listened as she explained it to Ella in a way she could understand. It was sweet and maternal. I could tell Ella was already very fond of Scarlett.

  She was my neighbor. This wasn’t a relationship. It was okay for Ella and Scarlett to be friends, I told myself.

  “Hey, little lady, it’s late and time for you to brush your teeth and get ready for bed,” I said, noticing it was already eight.

  “Oh, I should go. I didn’t realize it was so late,” Scarlett said, standing from her seat at the table.

  “I’ve got more beer,” I blurted out. “I’ll put her to bed and we can hang out a little longer if you’d like?”

  I wasn’t sure why I said it. I didn’t want her to go. I liked having adult conversation, and she was so easy to talk to. I had a feeling she didn’t really want to be alone either.

  “Sure. That’d be nice. I’ll clean up in here while you take care of Ella.”

  Ella walked over and threw her arms around Scarlett’s waist. “Good night, Scarlett.”

  Scarlett bent over and hugged her. “Good night, Ella. I hope you have fun and get to learn something at school tomorrow.”

  “Me too,” Ella replied in all seriousness.

  I quickly went through the nighttime routine with Ella. She chatted a mile a minute about our guest and how much she liked her. When I returned to the kitchen, Scarlett had cleared the table and put the leftover pizza in the fridge.

  I grabbed a couple beers and opened the patio doors, leading her outside.

  “It’s a nice night,” I commented, noticing the bright stars in the sky and the warm weather.

  “It is.”

  She took a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and I took the other.

  “So, the boyfriend situation—did you report those flowers?” I asked.

  She didn’t look at me. “No.”

  “You still can.”

  “It’s okay. It won’t do any good.”

  “Well, I’m here if you need me. I can be big and scary when needed,” I joked.

  She laughed softly. “Thank you. I did tell my parents I lived next door to a cop. I wouldn’t be surprised if they purposely picked this house because of that fact.”

  We talked a while longer about the city, our pasts, and what we liked to eat. I loved talking with her. It was so easy. She was smart and didn’t work hard to impress me by saying what she thought I wanted to hear.

  “I should probably get going,” she murmured, sitting up in the chair and turning to face me.

  I sat up in my own. We sat less than a foot apart, facing each other in the moonlight. I stood up, reached down to help her up, and found myself standing close to her. I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I leaned down and kissed her.

  Her lips parted a fraction as my lips moved over hers. She hesitated at first, but then something sparked and ignited between us. The kiss started out as a simple good-night kiss and then ramped up to something so passionate, I could literally feel the heat emanating from our bodies. My hands moved to her waist. I held on tight as I thrust my tongue inside over and over, wanting our bodies joined. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she was clearly in the same frame of mind.

  Her hands were on my shoulders, holding me close to her.

  “Do you want to go inside?” I asked, taking a second to regain my composure.

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  My heart raced with excitement jumbled with nerves. I led her inside, stopping to lock the doors before leading her down the hall and to my room. This was not something I’d ever done. Sure, I’d had women over, but never while Ella was in the next room.

  I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me and looked down at Scarlett. I cupped her face and kissed her again, letting myself enjoy every second of it.

  Chapter Seven

  Scarlett

  I hadn’t come to his house with the intention of sleeping with him. I hadn’t been with anyone since Isaac. I had been too afraid to date or even try to hook up with anyone else. Here, with Cameron, things were different. He made me feel safe. I felt like I could kick back and relax with him and it would all be okay.

  I looked up at his chiseled face and those dark blue eyes that held so much depth. His black hair was silky smooth and made his eyes seem so much bolder. I ran my hand over his face, staring into his eyes and wanting to get lost in them.

  The man was large. It was a little intimidating. Isaac was average, nothing all that big about him—anywhere. Being enveloped by Cameron’s strength and muscular build was exciting and scary at the same time.

  “You okay with this?” he whispered, his mouth a hair’s breadth from mine.

  “Yes,” I told him, leaning up on my tiptoes and kissing him.

  Just like that, the passion I had felt on the patio was back. The moment his lips touched mine, heat raced through my body. My nerve endings came alive, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

  His hands moved to the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up, moving his head back while I lifted my arms, and slipped it over my head.

  “Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he said, reaching down to cup my breasts in the muted light of the room.

  I felt myself blushing. The pads of his thumbs moved over my cleavage, which was pushed up higher by my demi bra. His large hands splayed out and moved down my middle before running around my waist and roaming over my back. I felt my bra loosen. He deftly pulled it off and ran his rough hands over the sensitive flesh of my breasts.

  I was too helpless to move. It all felt too good, better than anything I’d ever
experienced before.

  He flipped the button of my jeans before slowly pulling the zipper down. His hands caressed my hips and then my thighs as he pushed my jeans down my legs. I stood there, letting him undress me, loving the gentle care he showed despite his large size.

  When I was standing before him in nothing but my thong, I looked up and waited to see what he would do next. He stood a few inches away from me, his hands on my waist as he stared down at my body. I shuddered under the intense scrutiny.

  “Don’t be afraid. If you want me to stop, you tell me. Okay?” he said, looking directly into my eyes.

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “Don’t scream when I pleasure you,” he teased.

  I smiled, feeling the pressure lessen. “I don’t scream.”

  “You will when you’re with me,” he said with all the confidence in the world.

  I smiled and reached out to touch his chest through his T-shirt. He tugged it over his head, exposing the wide expanse of skin covered with several tattoos. I kissed each one, using my tongue to taste him, before moving over the rest of his skin. I could have spent hours lavishing his chest with my mouth.

  I shrieked when he picked me up.

  “Shh,” he warned.

  My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his large four-poster bed. He gently sat me on the bed before stepping back and removing his jeans. My mouth went dry when I saw the large outline of his hard cock under his briefs. I reached out to rub a hand over it, instantly feeling more aroused than I had been as soon as I touched it.

  He put his hands on either side of my legs, supporting himself with his arms before he kissed me. It was a far more intense kiss with his tongue plunging deep inside my throat, tickling my tonsils. My hands roamed over his chest before reaching back to his hard length. I was fascinated and eager to feel the steely shaft inside me.

  I worked my hand under his underwear and groaned low in my throat as my hand ran over the smooth skin that stretched over the hard length.

  His mouth jerked away from mine. “Lie back,” he ordered.

  I gingerly lay back on the bed. He stood over me, staring down at my body, before he reached out and yanked my tiny thong down my legs. I moved a hand to cover myself, feeling exposed with the bedside lamp illuminating my nudity.

  “Don’t,” he said, pushing my hand to the side.

  Something about the way he said it made me obey. I moved my hand away and lay there, breathing heavily while his gaze roamed over every inch of my body. I had never felt more vulnerable and sexy at the same time.

  He reached out a hand and rubbed it over my bare folds. I thanked my lucky stars for my recent visit to the salon for my Brazilian.

  “I want to taste you,” he murmured.

  I looked up at him and instinctively squeezed my thighs together. It felt too intimate.

  He shook his head. “Don’t do that.”

  His hands went to my bent knees and slowly, gently, opened my legs. The anticipation and the look of desire on his face made me wet. I squirmed on the bed, now more than willing and anxious for him to do as he liked with my body.

  When he dropped to his knees beside the bed and looked up at me over my breasts, I nearly exploded. One finger gently probed my hole. I heard him suck in a breath at what he discovered. I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thigh.

  He used his shoulders to nudge my legs wider before his mouth closed over my pussy. I nearly came off the bed at the contact. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. My hands went to his head between my legs, holding on, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at the same time. His tongue ran up my slit before probing inside.

  “I’m going to come,” I whispered, a little embarrassed I was already on the verge.

  When he spoke, the vibrations of his deep voice washed over my pussy, increasing the spiraling sensations. “Come,” he ordered. And then with quiet confidence, he said, “You’ll come again.”

  His words pushed me over the edge. My hands moved to his shoulders, and my legs opened wider as he attacked my pussy with his mouth. I fought back the urge to cry out with my release, remembering what he had told me earlier. I had to be quiet.

  My body quivered and shook while he stood between my legs and fondled my breasts. Then he flipped me to my stomach. One of his strong hands grabbed my ass and squeezed.

  “I love your ass,” he said, sliding his open palm over one cheek. “Perfectly round.”

  Before I knew what he was about to do, he moved a finger to my hole and pried my pussy lips open. The intrusion startled me, and my ass immediately hiked up a little, giving him better access.

  “There you go,” he soothed. “Put your ass up high.”

  I scooted my knees on the bed, keeping my face against the soft blanket as his finger moved in and out of me, tickling my clit and setting my body on fire.

  One hand massaged my ass while his other worked my pussy. I could feel another orgasm spiraling through my body. My arms were spread wide on the bed, holding on to the comforter as he slid a second finger inside me.

  “You’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck, I want to fuck you.”

  I nodded my head and moaned. I wanted it too but couldn’t find the words.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Scarlett?” he asked, his fingers moving deeper inside me.

  “Yesss,” I dragged out on a moan.

  He pulled his fingers out and worked my clit, pinching and tickling it to the point of such sweet, agonizing pleasure, I thought I would die.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  I moaned, on the verge of exploding.

  His fingers worked over my nub, pulling and rubbing. My head rolled back and forth on the bed. I was so close yet so far from the next orgasm.

  I felt the head of his cock touch my ass, and I nearly came with anticipation. His knuckles brushed across me as he guided his dick to my opening.

  “Oh god,” I groaned when I felt him probing at my entrance. He was too big. I could feel the head barely pushing against me and knew it wasn’t going to work.

  I cried out in frustration. I was so desperate for release and to be filled by him, and there was no way it would work.

  “Hold on,” he whispered. “Hold on tight.”

  His dick pushed in a fraction, rubbing over the sensitive nub his fingers had been working. It was the right amount of pressure and pain to send me to that peak I had been striving for. I bucked up and back, sucking his dick inside me as I moved. My pussy squeezed around him, drawing him in deeper, stretching me while heightening the orgasm.

  I slapped my open palm against the bed, silently screaming inside as his dick gave me so much pleasure, I couldn’t make a sound. It stretched me, touching nerve endings and making me crazy with fierce pleasure.

  “That’s it. Make room for me,” he said, slowly pushing in deeper.

  I moaned into the mattress, muffling the sound, wanting to cry out with ecstasy.

  “Goddamn, Scarlett. You’re fucking squeezing me so tight.”

  I moaned again, unable to stop the convulsions rocking through my body. My back was arching, my body automatically trying to take him in deeper. I could feel him slowly pushing deep inside me, the fullness of his hard dick stretching me as my body adjusted around him.

  “Oh god,” I moaned again when the orgasmic convulsions finally stopped. “Oh god,” I repeated, unable to say anything else.

  “You’re so wet, baby. I didn’t think I would fit in your tight little body. I was wrong. I fit like a glove,” he murmured behind me, his hands moving over my back and relaxing my body.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I demanded. I wanted to feel his power and strength inside me. Holding his dick inside my body was lovely, but I wanted more. My body demanded more.

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Scarlett. Are you ready?”

  “Yes!”

  His hands moved to my hips, bringing them up higher and thrusting
a little deeper inside me.

  “Am I too deep?” he asked.

  I shook my head, unable to answer. He was buried so far inside me, I couldn’t think straight.

  He slowly slid out of my pussy, and I immediately missed the fullness. I didn’t miss it long; he was soon gliding back in at an achingly slow pace, pulling out and then pushing in. All my nerves felt raw and exposed. Every slide inside grated over those sensitive nerve endings.

  “More,” I panted. “More.”

  The man gave me more than I could have bargained for. His body rocked into mine, over and over, his thighs slapping against the back of my own. I held on to the blanket and buried my face in the mattress and yelled out as I felt him explode deep inside me. My body arched and bucked against his as I felt him stiffen and curse in a harsh whisper.

  He moved, pulling out and walking naked to what I knew was the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and handed it to me. I silently cleaned up before quickly dressing again. He pulled on his underwear and stood there, looking at me.

  “Thank you for the pizza,” I said, feeling a little awkward.

  He chuckled. “The pizza was great.”

  I laughed, realizing it was a silly thing to say after an explosive, cataclysmic round of sex. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me before kissing me soundly on the lips.

  “Good night,” I whispered.

  He walked me to the door and kissed me again. “I’ll watch you walk home.”

  I smiled. “Thank you.”

  I turned back when I reached my front door and waved good-bye. He waved back before heading inside his house. I locked my door and headed for bed. I was exhausted after all that and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed. My body was still tingly as I stripped down and crawled naked between the sheets. I closed my eyes, thinking about my hot neighbor who also happened to be a sex god.

  Chapter Eight

  Cameron

  I was in a good mood, for obvious reasons. I had slept better than I had in a long time after Scarlett left last night. I woke up this morning feeling great and ready to tackle another day of fighting crime. Well, maybe not exactly fighting crime, but I was doing my part to keep the city a little safer.