The Sirens of SaSS Anthology

by Anthology

  “Why would you say that?” I gasped.

  “Fucker just cost me some hot sexing with my girlfriend,” he grumbled, his soft lips pouting the way I liked. Every time he pouted like that, I wanted to kiss him—hard.

  He looked at me, winked, and deliberately pouted, lowering his face in a silent invitation. I felt a smile tug on my lips, knowing I had spoken out loud again as well as loving the pleading, hopeful expression on his face. Leaning up, I kissed his pouty lips, unable to refuse him.

  “Jaywalking, Connor? Your fellow officers have nothing better to do than watch for him to jaywalk?”

  He chuckled. “He makes it too easy on them.” He pressed his lips to mine. “Don’t be angry. I hate it when you’re angry.”

  I glared at him. I was still pissed, although somewhat amused. I was also turned on by the way he stood up for me. I still wanted to get him home and naked. Maybe even punish him a little.

  A delighted grin broke out on his face. He leaned forward, dragging my face to his.

  “Go with it, Jenny.” He kissed me hard. “I’ll take it.”

  Internal dialogue. Damn it.

  ** Connor**

  “Oh, God . . . baby. . . please,” I begged, pulling on the handcuffs restraining me. I lifted my head, desperately trying to figure out where Jenny had gone. I couldn’t see because the little vixen had slipped a mask over my eyes, plunging me into darkness, then she disappeared.

  Where was she?

  Jenny’s voice was far away. “Please what, Connor?”

  I loved it when she let her slightly kinky side come out to play. When we got back to my apartment, she tackled me on the bed, kissing and licking her way up and down my chest, before she surprised me by snapping on the handcuffs and the mask.

  Punishment time.

  I was good with that. Really good.

  Except, I was lying on my bed, naked and aching for her and she was gone. I yanked on the cuffs again, raising my head. “Jenny, come back.”

  “Maybe I should just leave you here, all tied up, nowhere to go . . .” Her voice teased from the foot of the bed. “I could go home and have a good night’s sleep.”

  Fuck, no. I didn’t deserve that kind of punishment. That would be a real punishment, and I much preferred Jenny’s form of torture. It was far more satisfying.

  I lowered my voice to the deep tone I knew she loved. “Come back, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

  Her hand drifted over my foot, caressing and stroking, rubbing my ankle in a long, slow drag. I blinked under the mask as I realized she had just tied it to the foot of the bed. That was a new move. She repeated the gesture with the other foot, and I heard a long, contented sigh escape her throat.

  I was truly at her mercy, and I swallowed in anticipation.

  “See something you like, Jenny?” I murmured huskily, playfully arching my hips.

  “Isn’t that a lovely sight,” she whispered. Her hands were, once again, on my legs, slowly drifting up and down, each time edging closer to where I wanted them the most. I groaned in eagerness then frustration as her hands disappeared.

  The mattress dipped, and she straddled my waist. I could feel her warm skin sliding against my abdomen, and then her mouth covered mine. I strained my head up, my tongue searching and sucking as we kissed, both of us moaning. She pulled away, leaning back, her hands now splayed across my chest. “You were very. . . naughty in the store, weren’t you, Connor?”

  “Yes. Give me your mouth back, Jenny. Please, baby.”

  She ignored me.

  “All the dirty talk that you know turns me on—is that what you wanted?” She pressed down against me, her center hot and wet against my skin. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

  “God, yes.”

  I felt a soft flicker dance across my chest and I groaned. I knew that feeling. Jenny had a feather in her hand, and if she had a feather that meant she had the jar of honey dust, as well. It was her favorite torture toy. She loved sprinkling it on my chest and stomach, driving me mad with the feather before licking it off.

  The licking was my favorite part.

  She moved off me, and sure enough, I felt the downy sensation of the sweet dust settle across my chest, followed by the trailing of the feather as it ghosted over my skin. But it didn’t stop at my chest. Soon I was nothing but a blaze of sensation as Jenny’s honey dust settled over my entire body. Her feather swirled and teased, moving and touching every inch of my skin, only to slip to a new place, drawing yet another groan from my lips. Her feather trailed over my torso, teasing my taut nipples, up and down my legs and arms, soft and light as it went, leaving me panting, aching, and wanting. Like a whisper of air, I felt the sensation float over my throbbing cock, and I hissed and arched into the sensation. I wanted more. I wanted her mouth on me.

  My voice was low and rough as I pleaded with her. “Jenny, please. . .”

  Seconds later, I was lost in a fog of need as her tongue met my skin. Swirling and dancing, it drifted and tormented, her mouth licked and stroked, nipped and teased. I bent and twisted, wanting free of my cuffs, begging her for release. When I felt her move between my legs, my voice was wild as my arms and legs pulled on my restraints.

  “Jenny, fuck . . . please, baby, put your mouth on me. Now, God, please . . .”

  Her low laughter caused a breath of warm air to drift across my cock, and finally, I felt her tongue run a soft trail over my length before the heat of her lips closed around me. I growled and shuddered as I arched into her wet mouth. The way her tongue swirled around the head had me bowing upward, desperate to be closer to the source of pleasure as I moaned and writhed. Her hands cupped and stroked my balls as she sucked and licked, humming around my cock as I begged and groaned, thrusting and yearning.

  I wanted more. I always wanted more of her.

  “Jenny, please. I need to be inside you.”

  One last long lick and she moved up, straddling me again. Her wet, slick heat engulfed me and I cursed as she started to move. She pushed and pulled, rocking into me; her hands braced on my thighs as she whimpered and undulated above me. “You feel so good, Connor. So good. I love how you feel inside me.”

  I continued with my pleading. “Let me see you—now, Wren. Now.”

  Light poured into my eyes, and I blinked and focused on the beautiful woman riding me. Her face was a study of emotions, and I knew she was close. Her eyes were wide and wild as she looked down at me, her entire frame trembling with passion. She was so stunning in her need, and I knew what she wanted, what we wanted.

  “Unlock me, baby.”

  Jenny leaned back, first releasing my feet before she moved forward and snapped open the cuffs restraining my wrists. I watched her body curve as she moved, my desire only raging higher as I glimpsed her fluidness. I sat up, drawing up my legs and enclosing her in my arms, both of us gasping at the new angle. This was her favorite position: me buried deep inside her, my body holding her close, anchoring her to me as she fell apart. She loved the intimacy and I loved sensing her body shudder and clench, feeling her orgasm ripple through her body. My mouth covered hers, sharing deep, bruising, unrestrained kisses before she stilled, gasping my name. I buried my head in her neck, thrusting into her heat until I was spent, groaning in ecstasy.

  The room was quiet except for our heavy breathing. Gradually, I leaned back, taking her with me, keeping her pressed into my chest. Reaching down, I gently helped her straighten her legs, drawing the blanket around us. For a while we were silent, just relaxing into each other. When she shifted, I rolled us on to our sides, keeping her close. I didn’t want to let her go. Her eyes were wide and soft and as she gazed at me, I leaned down to kiss her. They were slow, indulgent, sweet kisses this time. Teasing and gentle, my lips lingered on hers.

  She sighed and snuggled into my chest. “Learned your lesson?”

  I chuckled. “Which one, Wren? Not to tease you in the grocery store or not to flash my badge?”

  “Both?”
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br />   “I can’t promise not to tease you, especially when you’re so sexy and adorable.” I sighed. “I’ll try to hold off on the flashing, though.”

  “Get them to back off harassing John. It’s over and done.”

  I pulled her closer, my voice betraying my sudden nervousness. “Jenny . . .”

  She frowned and pushed herself up on her elbow. “What is it?”

  “Tonight, did you ever consider—?” I couldn’t even finish my thought.

  Her eyes widened and her hand cupped my face, holding it tight. “Why would you ask that?”

  I shrugged. “John could give you things I can’t, Jenny. He is a successful businessman. I’m just an underpaid cop and about to be an even poorer one once I go back to school. I can’t offer you the same things he could.”

  She exhaled. “All he gave me was a lot of lonely nights and the promise of being second best—if that. I don’t care about material stuff. I never did. So, the answer is no. Never. John is my past and not even a good part of it. You’re my present . . . and my future.”

  “Jenny?”

  She smiled, a heartwarming, lovely expression on her face. “I love you, Connor Michaels.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. I had told her how much I loved her many times over the past weeks we’d been together, but she had never said the words back to me. Every caring gesture, every sweet smile; each time we made love, I felt it, but I knew she wasn’t ready to say it yet. I had been waiting for the moment since our first day together.

  My breath caught in my throat.

  “Don’t ever doubt what you mean to me. I knew you were going to change my life, I just didn’t know how much. You’re my everything.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her until we were breathless. “I adore you, Jenny Reynolds. I love how you ramble when you’re tipsy and make me want you all the time.” I teased her, but my voice was serious when I continued. “I love how you take care of me. I love you so much. And it just keeps getting stronger.” My fingers danced over her soft skin. “I want to wake up beside you in the morning and fall asleep beside you every night. Promise me I can.”

  Her eyes glowed. “Every day, Connor.”

  “Then, Jenny Wren, I have all I could ever want.”

  ** Connor**

  “Does my hand feel good? Is it what you want?” Jenny’s voice hummed low in my ear.

  I groaned. “No, baby, I want your mouth.”

  “All you can have is my hand. Use it, Connor.”

  I growled as the movement picked up. My head pressed against the pillows, the soft plush rising around my face. My hips arched off the bed.

  “Harder, Connor. More,” Jenny’s voice rasped.

  My hand sped up. “Are you close, Wren? Come with me,” I begged.

  “Now,” she whimpered. “Now.”

  I shouted out her name, panting and heaving, coming and coming before I was satisfied. My hand slowed and finally stopped as my body became boneless.

  Jenny’s voice was warm and distant in my ear. “Connor? You with me, baby?”

  I sighed as I found the phone. “Fuck, Jenny. That was amazing.” I blew out a big breath. “One hell of a wake-up call.”

  She laughed softly. “I aim to please.”

  I chuckled. “Please you did. How much have you had to drink tonight?”

  “One glass of wine.”

  I laughed. “More than one, I think. You wouldn’t be making dirty talking, let’s-have-phone-sex calls on one glass of wine, my girl. Not that I’m complaining.”

  Her voice lowered as if she were telling me a secret. “Okay—maybe two, or three. Got you going, though.”

  I looked down at the mess I had made. “You certainly did, and like I said, I’m not complaining—although I would rather have you here.”

  The tone of her voice suddenly turned serious. “I miss you, Connor.”

  I sat up in bed. “I miss you. But it’s only another seven days and you’re home.”

  She sighed. “This trip came at a bad time.”

  She and Jackey were at a convention, then Jenny was going to see her mom. As pharmaceutical reps, they had the trip planned long before Jenny and I got together. As much as I missed her, I wanted her to have a good time and enjoy herself. She worked hard and deserved it. I knew she was looking forward to seeing her mom.

  “It’s fine. While I would’ve rather spent it with you, school is whipping my ass and I’m looking forward to the weekend, even though I’ll be hitting the books the whole time.”

  “Is that what you’re gonna do all weekend? Study?”

  “Well, I’ve got someone looking at my car tomorrow. And I’ve got a bunch of errands to do and then, yeah, I’ll be studying.”

  “Connor—”

  “Jenny, we discussed this. I have to sell it. I have to get rid of as much overhead as possible for the time being.”

  “You love that car.”

  “I’ll buy another when I’m done school and working again.” Wanting to make her smile, I tried teasing her. “You’ll have to be my chauffeur for a while. Be at my beck and call.”

  Her voice lightened. “I’ll happily be your beck and call girl.”

  “Excellent.”

  ***

  I walked back into the apartment building, frowning. The offer the guy made on my car was low. Way lower than I had hoped. It would barely cover what I still owed on the loan. Maybe Jenny was right and I should keep it, except I would still have to insure it and pay for gas. I felt like banging my head against the wall.

  While it was the right move for me, giving up a full-time job and going back to school was a scary and expensive proposition. Even more than I had realized, once I found out I didn’t qualify for some of the financial aid I thought I could get. I had thought I would work part-time, but quickly realized that was not going to happen. I had to devote myself fully to the endeavor, which meant I had to make some changes I hadn’t planned. Jenny had been so supportive, even offering to loan me money, but I couldn’t take her offer. I had to do this on my own.

  I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for my floor, hating the thought that kept floating through my head. A last resort, but one that, in the end, might be the only choice I had.

  Move.

  I could get a less expensive apartment and save money that way. If I sold my car and found a cheaper apartment, things would be tight, but manageable. I would have to stick to a strict budget, which didn’t bother me. What bothered me was the thought of not living next door to Jenny, but I could still see her.

  Just not as easily.

  “Hold the door!” a familiar voice shouted.

  I grabbed the door and was almost run down by a fast-moving pile of cardboard that barely missed slamming into me. “Hey!” I laughed when I saw Luc’s face behind the pile.

  “Shit, sorry, Connor.”

  “What’s going on, man?”

  “I’m moving.”

  “Since when?”

  He grinned behind the boxes. “Since I got a great job offer in Vancouver. The only drawback is I gotta be there this week.”

  “Well, congrats. That’s great for you.”

  “It was all great until about an hour ago. I had a sublet for the apartment all set up, but it fell through. Joe’s girlfriend dumped him, and he decided he didn’t need a two-bedroom place. He wants a smaller one. So, I have to figure that out. I doubt I can find another person to sublet on such notice. I may end up paying rent in two places for a while. But what am I gonna do?”

  I nodded in sympathy as the doors opened. Luc walked ahead of me, down the hall, balancing his boxes. I stopped at my door and it hit me. I hurried down the hall after him.

  “Hey, Luc . . . can I see your place?”

  ***

  An hour later, I looked down at the papers in my hand. I checked and rechecked the math. This could work.

  Luc’s rent was only three hundred more than I paid now. If Jenny and I moved into the larger
two-bedroom together, we’d both save money every month, since she paid the same rent as I currently did. The new place overlooked the back garden, which she had mentioned before she liked, had two good-sized bedrooms, so we could use one as an office, and overall it was bigger and more open. I also knew Jenny would love the kitchen. Luc had even had the place painted not long ago, so it was in great shape. We both liked the building and the people we knew in it, so we could stay there and have more space. With what I saved in rent and shared utilities, I could even keep my car. I wouldn’t have to move and we’d be together. The guy who had looked at Luc’s place agreed to come and look at mine, and if he liked it, he could take over the lease. I knew there was a waiting list for one-bedroom places in the building, so management should easily find someone for Jenny’s place.

  We were almost living together, anyway. We rarely spent a night apart, and Jenny was hardly ever at her place. I was sure she’d stuffed most of her clothes into my closet and drawers. Her favorite reading chair even had a spot in my living room.

  Moving us would be simple. It was only down the hall. Luc planned to be gone in forty-eight hours. With the help of all my friends, I could move all my stuff over in short order—probably Jenny’s, as well. I could have it all done by the time she got home. She wouldn’t even have to think about it.

  She’d be thrilled. We’d be together and all she’d have to do was add her own touches and settle in. With me.

  She’d love it.

  I only had to convince her of that fact.

  Quickly.

  I dialed her number, my hand shaking.

  Was she ready for what I was about to propose? Would she want to live with me, officially? I knew I wanted to be with her all the time. But I also knew I had been one step ahead of her our whole relationship. I wanted this . . . more than anything.

  She answered immediately, and I could hear the background noise. “Hey, Wren.”

  “Connor? Are you okay?”

  “Can you find a quiet corner and we could do a video chat?”

  “Give me five minutes.”

  “Okay.”

  I hung up and paced the room.

  ***

  I looked at her shocked face on my screen.