The Sirens of SaSS Anthology

by Anthology

  I heard a noise and rose up on my elbows, listening. Not hearing anything, I began to lie back down when the noise started again. Certain I had heard my apartment door open, I swung my legs over the mattress, and flicked on the light. The footfalls were soft and could only belong to one person. My heart raced, and I spoke loudly.

  “I have a gun, and the license to use it.”

  The footfalls came closer. “So I’ve heard.” Jenny’s voice sassed. “You bragged earlier how big your gun was, if I remember right.”

  She appeared at my door, wearing a nightshirt, her hair up in a ponytail. She looked sexy and nervous.

  “You should give a guy a warning before breaking in.” I smirked. “My gun might have been loaded.”

  “It’s not breaking in if I have a key.” She peered around. “Where’s this big gun of yours?”

  “Come closer and I’ll show you.”

  She moved forward, and I pulled her between my legs. “What are you doing here, Wren?”

  “I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Funny, I was having the same problem.” I ran my hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her firm ass, my cock growing as I realized she was bare under her shirt. “Thinking of anything in particular?”

  “Your big gun.”

  She was under me in an instant. Our mouths fused together, kissing each other as if we’d been apart for days, not hours. Her hands roamed my back, running over my sides, clutching at my ass after she pushed the sheet down with her legs.

  “Oh God, you’re naked.”

  Seconds later, so was she. Skin to skin, we discovered each other. She pushed me on my back as her hot mouth traveled the length of my torso, flicking her tongue on my taut nipples, over my abs, and down my thighs. She explored my muscles, swirling her tongue, tracing them and torturing me with her caresses. She wrapped her hand around my dick, whimpering with pleasure when she realized she needed both of them to go around it fully. She touched and teased, whispering dirty words that cranked me higher, telling me how many times she had fantasized about us, just like this, naked and yearning.

  “Reality is so much better.” Her breath washed over my skin as she bent and trailed her tongue across the head of my cock. “I want you so fucking bad, Connor, I can’t take it anymore.”

  Then she engulfed me in her mouth.

  I shouted, my back arching off the bed as she teased and sucked, nibbled and licked, her hands never in one place for long, her hair brushing my thighs, first on one side, then the other, as her head moved and her ponytail flopped. She did things with her tongue I was certain were illegal in this country—probably every country, but they felt so fucking good, I never wanted her to stop. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and I pleaded for her to stop.

  “I want inside you, Jenny. Now, Wren.”

  I felt the hum of her laughter around my cock and the movement of her head as she refused. She cupped my balls, her hands stroking and teasing. She slipped her finger lower, rubbing and sending me over the edge.

  I fisted my hands in the sheets, shouting. “Jesus, fuck! I’m gonna . . .”

  Her response was to grab my thighs, and suck deeper. Our eyes locked as I came. Hot, hard, and wet down her throat. Long spurts as I groaned and bucked; the ecstasy so great it was almost painful.

  Slow and sated, I sank back into the mattress. She crawled up beside me, lying with her head on my chest. For a minute, there was nothing but the sound of my labored breathing and the feel of her gentle touch as she ran her fingers over my skin.

  “Proud of yourself?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “You should be.” I pulled her up, kissing her hard. I tasted myself, sharp and salty on her tongue. I explored her mouth fully, not stopping until we were breathless.

  I grinned, moving fast and flipping her, hovering over her with a wolfish smile. “My turn.”

  She was so sweet under my tongue. So receptive. I discovered the soft spot behind her ear that made her whimper. Her nipples peaked and hardened as I flattened my tongue, then nipped and licked at them. She was ticklish on the left side, arching up as I ghosted my fingers along her rib cage. I kissed the inside of her elbows, her wrists, teased her neck and shoulders. I discovered all her dips and curves, first with my fingers, then with my mouth. Sliding down the bed, I started at her feet, kissing the soft skin of her delicate arches, up her ankle, twirling my tongue on the sensitive indent behind her knee. Her head thrashed, her hands fisted the sheets as I slid my tongue up her thighs, taking my time, drawing out the moment until I covered her with my mouth, tasting her for the first time.

  She bowed off the bed, calling my name and a litany of religious figures. Her legs encased my head, her hand buried in my hair as she cried out. I lapped and flicked my tongue, stroked and pressed. I slid one finger into her, then another, adding my thumb to the mix as I drove her to release.

  Her muscles fluttered, tightening around my fingers as she came, beautiful and free in her orgasm. I shifted, pulling her up my thighs and driving into her before she had come down. I lifted her, wrapping her in my arms as I thrust, groaning at her wetness and heat, how tight, how right, she felt around me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and lifted her face, her eyes wide and dark.

  “Connor, please,” she pleaded.

  I covered her mouth, kissing her hard, and kept moving. I grabbed her ass, slamming her down on me, grunting my approval as she clung tight.

  We moved as if we’d been lovers for years. I knew her body, and I knew what she needed. She took me inside, bringing me home, making me hers as much as I made her mine.

  The beginnings of another orgasm started. My balls tightened, my spine snapped with nerves.

  “Come for me, Wren. Let me feel you,” I begged, needing and wanting that desperately.

  Her head fell back, a soundless “O” forming on her lips. Her pussy clenched around me like a fist, sending me into my own release. I moved faster, groaning her name.

  Until she was spent.

  Until I was done.

  Carefully, I lay her on the pillow, withdrawing from her. I relaxed beside her, smiling as she curled into my chest.

  The room smelled like us. Sex, her, and me. We were sticky, sweating, and perfect.

  I pressed a kiss to her head. “Told you. Fucking inferno.”

  She stretched, her toes dragging along my calf. “I’ve never felt anything like that until tonight.”

  “It’s only going to get better.”

  “I may combust.”

  “I’ll put out the flames, baby.”

  She giggled, running her finger between us where we were damp and hot. “Your fire extinguisher does double duty. Starts and puts out flames.”

  I laughed at her silly remark.

  We were quiet for a while, and she looked up at me, her gaze filled with tenderness. “I don’t want to go home.”

  I tucked her closer. “This is home, Wren. Stay.”

  “Okay,” she breathed out. “We should get some sleep.”

  I glanced at the clock. “It’s past three. Neither of us will get much tonight.” I tilted up her chin. “You’re gonna be tired tomorrow.”

  She slid her arms around my neck.

  “I’m good with that because it’s so worth it.”

  Strangely enough, I agreed wholeheartedly.

  I shook my head to clear it, the mere memory of that night making my cock swell. I was already having trouble focusing. We needed to get home—I needed Jenny alone.

  We turned the corner into the produce section, and I had to stifle a groan. She ate way too many vegetables—never mind the fruit. She was constantly filling my plate with them, and damn it, I ate them because she asked me to with those soft eyes and sweet voice. I was so whipped.

  I sighed and grabbed a bag. I didn’t even ask before I went over to the apples and started filling it up. They were always on the list—along with bananas, grapes, and watermelon,
whenever she could get it. Jenny loved watermelon. She said I picked good ones, so I was in charge of choosing one. I liked impressing her with my melon-tapping skills to find the perfect one, and normally, I made a great show of picking them for her; I loved making her laugh. But tonight, I just wanted to finish the damn shopping and go home. I wanted her. Alone. It wasn’t melons I wanted to tap.

  Well, maybe her melons.

  Plus, I had some sugar sprinkling to do.

  My hands were full as I turned and stopped dead. Jenny was standing, her stance rigid, her expression appalled, and in front of her: John. I could tell from her body language she wasn’t scared, but she also wasn’t happy to see him. I hurried over, stopping when I reached her side. He was talking, gesturing, telling her his sob story. He barely glanced my way as I dropped the bags in the cart and wrapped my arm around her waist in silent support. John was so busy blabbering he didn’t even notice the gesture.

  “It’s been awful, babe. It’s as though my luck has changed. Nothing has been right since you walked out on me.”

  Babe? Walked out on him? He was fucking someone else when she walked in. What the hell? Beside me, Jenny stiffened, and I tightened my arm, wondering if I was going to have to shut him up soon. I wasn’t going to let him upset her.

  Jenny stepped forward, my arm slipping off her waist. Her hand reached out and I grabbed it with mine, holding it firmly.

  “I didn’t walk out, John. You threw me out. Forcefully.”

  He looked at our entwined hands and blinked, not even acknowledging her remark. Then he carried on as though nothing had happened.

  “It started with some weird shit with my car. It got towed that day—towed J, if you can believe it. I mean, who would tow a fine piece of machinery like that?”

  I had to swallow my snort. He glanced at me frowning before he turned his attention back to Jenny.

  “It hasn’t been right since. I’ve spent thousands on it, J. It’s as if there is a curse on it. It smells. I can’t even describe it, like something died in it. It’s been cleaned, detailed, and steamed . . . nothing has worked. I think I need to replace the engine.” He looked at her in all seriousness. “You know how much I love that car.”

  I choked back a laugh. It wasn’t the engine that needed replacing. He needed to look behind a speaker or under the glove box—for starters.

  Was he seriously talking to Jenny about his stupid car? The one he prized more highly than her? And why the fuck was he calling her “J”? Did he not know her name? Was Jenny too hard to say? I eyed the watermelon in the cart. I had an idea where I wanted to put it right now. He was certainly a big enough asshole to handle it. A small chuckle broke through my lips before I could stop it.

  He looked at me, his expression curious. “Do I know you?”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  He frowned and looked back at Jenny, who was gazing at him impassively. “Tami quit and dumped me.”

  Jenny’s voice was dry. “What a shame.”

  “Did she buy you a watch?” I mumbled.

  Jenny giggled, her hand tightening on mine. I squeezed back.

  John looked at me, confused. “No.”

  I shrugged. “Too bad. A good source tells me that’s the latest craze.”

  “Are you sure I don’t know you?”

  “Nope. Never formally met you.”

  He glared at me and returned his gaze to Jenny. “I think I’ve been cursed.”

  “Oh?”

  “It never ends, J. I’ve gotten tickets for parking, speeding, littering, talking on my cell phone in the car— it’s as if the cops are watching me all the time. Every time I do something remotely illegal, they’re there. Just the other day, three of us stepped off the curb too soon, and I was the only one nabbed and given a ticket for jaywalking!”

  It was all I could do not to laugh out loud at his morose expression. He made it all too easy. I could feel myself shake with repressed laughter, and I bit down on my lip, so I didn’t start guffawing.

  Jenny’s head snapped in my direction.

  Oh shit. I was so busted.

  I moved and wrapped my arm around her tightly. I needed to make sure she couldn’t use her legs.

  I knew how dangerous she was with her legs.

  ** Jenny**

  As soon as John started listing off his problems, I knew. Beside me, Connor was almost vibrating in silent laughter. He was in so much shit.

  “J!”

  I looked back at John. “What?”

  “Did you hear me?”

  “I’m sorry you’re having a rough time, John. But it has nothing to do with me.”

  Inside, I was fuming. It had everything to do with my current boyfriend who had moved in closer, holding me tight against his side.

  “I think you need to give me another chance.”

  I gaped at John as Connor stood taller and pulled me even closer.

  “Excuse me?” He hissed.

  John frowned at Connor. “Wait. I do know you. You’re the neighbor guy. I saw you in the hall a couple times.” He glanced down at the cart. “Shopping together?”

  “I’m not the neighbor guy, John. I’m the boyfriend guy. Jenny’s boyfriend. We’re shopping together because we are together,” Connor snapped in response.

  John looked between us. “You have another boyfriend already? It didn’t take long for you to move on.”

  I laughed. “That’s rich coming from someone I found fucking his assistant. I’d say you moved on first.”

  “Well, it’s not as if you’d been offering it up much, babe. I had needs, Jenny. You no longer met them.”

  “So, it was my fault?”

  “Well, yeah. I’m willing to take you back, though. Give you a chance to make it up to me.” He lifted his hand as if he expected me to grab onto it like a lifeline. Did he seriously not see Connor right there beside me? Or hear what he had just said? Could he not see how securely I was nestled into his body? I pulled away, not wanting John to touch me.

  Before I could say or do anything else, I found myself tucked behind Connor. The cart was pushed out of the way as he stepped in John’s direction. His voice was almost eerily calm, and I realized I was hearing Officer Michaels speaking. “You don’t touch her. Ever.” He breathed through clenched teeth. “Now listen, you scumbag. First off, her name is Jenny, not J, and not fucking babe. Not to you. Show the lady some much due respect. She is not interested in your problems, and she certainly has no interest in taking you back. I think you need to be clear on something in that tiny pea-brain of yours. She is not at fault for what happened. You made the choice to cheat, not her. This was all on you.” His hand settled on his hip, pulling his jacket away from his waist. I saw John’s eyes look down before they snapped back to Connor’s face. John’s cheeks reddened and he stepped back.

  “We are a couple now, John, and I have no intention of letting her go. Unlike you, I’m not stupid. I look after the people I love, you understand me?”

  John nodded, but he didn’t say a word.

  “I suggest you apologize to my lady and leave. Don’t contact her and don’t come near her. I’d hate to see your bad luck get worse.”

  John took another step back, glancing between us. I had no idea what he had seen that made him so uncomfortable, but he looked downright ill. “Yeah, so I’m gonna go. Sorry to have bothered you. Um, have a good night and ah, yeah. The whole Tami thing? My bad. Bye.”

  He turned and hurried away.

  Connor stood watching him before he turned around. “You okay, Wren?”

  “What just happened?”

  Connor shrugged. “I said my piece. I wasn’t going to listen to him degrade you in front of me.”

  I shook my head. “I get that, Connor. Why did he look so frightened?”

  He shrugged and grabbed the cart. “He doesn’t like dealing with someone his own size.”

  I narrowed my eyes and pulled his jacket away. My mouth dropped open. “Connor!”


  “What?”

  “Don’t you what me. You know perfectly well: John saw your badge and your gun clip.”

  “It’s empty, Jenny. My gun is at work, in my locker. I had left the clip on, so I remembered to clean it tonight. It got some sticky donut stuff on it.” He grinned, no doubt hoping I would laugh with him.

  “He didn’t know that; you only let him see you were wearing one. He thought you were threatening him.”

  “I can’t help what he thought—or thought he saw. He was being an asshole and disrespecting you!”

  “What if he makes trouble?”

  “I have lots of witnesses that saw me lock my gun away. I always carry my badge. I forgot I was wearing my clip. There was no threat. I did nothing wrong.”

  “You forgot? You did nothing wrong? At all? Nothing in that conversation sounded familiar to you?”

  He had the grace to look slightly ashamed, but he shook his head. “No.”

  “You always flash your badge at ex-boyfriends? As a warning?”

  “No, I only do that for you.”

  I huffed out a sigh and shook my head.

  “We are not done with this, Officer Michaels.” I grabbed the cart and started to walk away. Connor followed me to the register, shifting uncomfortably behind me as we waited in line.

  “He fucking ignored me, Jenny. He was trying to get you back, and I was standing right there!”

  “So, he isn’t very observant. He’s always been an idiot, and I think it’s worse now. You didn’t have to scare him.”

  “All I did was to send him a subtle message,” he muttered.

  I snorted. “Subtle? Dragging him out back and beating him with your nightstick would have been more subtle.”

  He leaned forward, his lips ghosting my ear. “The only person I want to take out my ‘nightstick’ for is you, Jenny.”

  “Stop it,” I said with a hiss. “I’m mad at you.”

  “Damn it! I should have taken a swing at him. It would’ve served him right.”