[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Celeste is fighting to keep her bar out of the hands of a rival, but she is growing tired of the battle.
Tyler’s been riding the roads for months to escape his guilt over falling in love with his best friend’s wife. When he strolls into Celestial Nights, he isn’t expecting to find someone to rival that love, but Celeste might change his mind.
Together, they run the bar despite the rival’s attempts at shutting Celeste down. When all is said and done, they change each other’s mind about what they want. Settling down and building a relationship sounds better and better to both of them.
Tyler calls in a favor and manages to find someone to buy the bar for a fair price out from under Celeste’s enemy, and he settles an old hurt in the process.
Now, Tyler and Celeste are ready to move on and discover what they can build together.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Celeste had learned the hard way not to get involved with anyone she worked with. She had the scars to show for it, both physically and emotionally. Men tended to be warm and loving one minute and the next full of piss and vinegar. She could do without either and had built up a collection of toys for when the urge hit her. She had a feeling with Tyler working there she’d get a lot of use out of them for as long as he stuck around. He wouldn’t last. Either he’d leave once he figured out she wasn’t taking him to bed or when the wanderlust hit him again. Men like Tyler didn’t stick in one place for long.
Still, she could look and let him fuel her fantasies. At thirty, she wasn’t too old to enjoy a little eye candy, and he was most defiantly eye candy.
As soon as the last customer cleared out, Celeste pulled the till along with the paperwork and headed to the office. The girls would lock up and then clean the place up before going home. She would ask Tyler to watch them out like she normally did to make sure they made it out of the parking lot safely.
Celeste called out to Tyler to follow her. He strolled down the short hallway to the office and took a seat across the desk from her. He seemed completely relaxed and at ease with himself and his situation. She could admire someone like that. If he liked traveling around with no roots to ground him, it was nothing to her.
Doesn’t he get tired of a different bed at every stop and no one he can depend on? I’d give just about anything to have someone I knew would have my back and never let me down. Too bad they don’t make them like that anymore.
“Let’s get a few things straight up front. I own the bar. What I say goes. I have enough trouble keeping it open without the fights, so anything you can do to prevent them works for me. If you’re going to fuck my barmaids or the clients, do it outside of work. Oh, and stay away from the married ones.”
The way he covered his mouth by resting his chin on his hands, she was sure he was hiding a grin. She continued without elaborating or asking him what he thought to go over his pay and then pulled out a folder where she kept the blank employee paperwork. She asked him to fill it out while she worked on the closing paperwork. She set up the deposit as well while she waited on him to finish.
Tyler looked it over and then handed it across the desk. She took it, briefly looking it over, noting that he didn’t seem to stay anywhere long and had mostly done odd jobs in order to keep a roof over his head and food on his plate. Just as she figured, a drifter. Oh well. He’d last as long as he lasted.
“You’re not much on sticking around for very long, are you?” she asked.
“Haven’t found anywhere I wanted to settle down—yet.” His smile did things deep inside of her, sending warm, wet heat to her pussy in the process.
“Where are you staying? There’s no address on the form for here. All you’ve provided is your P.O. box in Dallas.”
“Haven’t looked yet. Is there a hotel nearby?” he asked stretching his long legs out to the side of the desk.
Fuck! She’d been afraid of that. Could she trust him? Probably not, but she had a shotgun and a semi-automatic handgun. She could protect herself if he turned out to not take no for an answer.
“There are two apartments upstairs. One is mine and it’s off limits. The other one you’re welcome to use. I’ll take it out of your pay. Say, two-fifty a month.”
“Full apartment? Kitchen, too?” he asked.
“Yeah. Small but it’s functional. No one has lived in it for nearly two years, so it’s going to need some cleaning up.”
“Sounds good to me. I can deal with a little dust for the night. Can I borrow cleaning supplies tomorrow?” he asked.
“Sure. Give me another twenty minutes and I’ll take you upstairs. I need to finish the paperwork and be sure everything is locked up.”
She went back to work and then locked the deposit in the safe. She’d take it to the bank and drop it in the overnight slot tomorrow. Then, she checked the doors and made sure everything was locked down tight. When she’d finished, Celeste led him back to the office where she opened the desk drawer and pulled out some keys. She pulled one off the ring before leading him upstairs. Once they made it to the little landing, she turned left and unlocked the door. Her apartment was on the right end of the short hall.
Hers had been completely renovated with all the pipes and whistles she could afford. His, on the other hand, had been updated but not to the same specifications. It was always going to be a rented room for the occasional waitress who needed a place until she got one of her own. It helped her keep help longer than normal for a little country bar out in the middle of nowhere.
Celeste stepped aside and let him go in first.
It was a nice three room apartment with a living area that was separated by a bar from the small kitchen. He walked into the bedroom and she pointed out the queen-sized bed and a nice sized closet. There was even a chest of drawers. The bathroom would accommodate him fine. It had a walk-in shower but no tub. She doubted he would care about there not being a tub, though.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think it will do just fine. Nice apartment.” He smiled.
Celeste handed him the key and turned to walk out, then turned back around.
“Do you need to go back downstairs and grab your things before I head to bed?”
“Naw, I’ll sleep in my clothes tonight and set up housekeeping tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Celeste. Sweet dreams.”
“I feel like I’ve been waiting to do this for most of my life. Can’t figure out where that came from, but I’m not waiting any longer.” Tyler spread her legs and licked up her slit then back down again.
He separated her pink southern lips and twirled his tongue in her juices. The little kittenish sounds she made gave him a small dose of satisfaction that he was doing something right. He wanted to hear more of those but he also wanted to hear her scream his name. Those were his goals—for now.
When he circled her clit with his tongue, Tyler had to hold her down. He swore there were bucking horses who couldn’t move like she did. He chuckled against her pussy, knowing the vibrations would send her moving again and he wasn’t disappointed. She rocked against his mouth with moans and whimpers.
Tyler took mercy on her and thrust a finger inside of her, letting her juices smooth his way. Her satisfied moan didn’t last long when he removed it so he could add a second finger. That stopped the growl she’d immediately let loose. Now she rocked against his fingers, her hands gripping the covers in a convulsive rhythm, or maybe she kneaded them like a cat looking for comfort, only Celeste needed relief.
He thrust both fingers in and out of her hot channel while he rubbed his tongue over her clit then sucked it into his mouth where he gave it a light bite. That sent her over the edge before either of them expected it. She screamed and he cursed as she clamped down on his hand, wrapping her legs around his neck and grinding her pussy against his face.
Hell, yeah. Next time she screams my name, though.
After he was sure she’d had enough, Tyler released her clit and slowly pulled his fingers free of her hot, wet pussy. He glanced up her body to watch her chest rise and fall in hard pants. Her eyes were closed but her face was slack with exhaustion and hopefully relief.
“Catch your breath, babe. I’ve got to get my cock inside of you before I end up with a hard on that I can’t get rid of.”
She chuckled but didn’t open her eyes. “Might be fun trying, though.”
Tyler laughed and shook his head. She was perfect. Yeah, she had some flaws, somewhere, but so did he. He had a lot of them. Didn’t matter, though. He knew she’d killed a man so there couldn’t be anything he might need to know more important than that. She’d trusted him enough to tell him her story. He would treasure that the rest of his life. Right now, though. Tyler had a pretty big itch to scratch.
“Fuck me. I need you inside of me. Fill me up with that big cock of yours.”
It was all he needed to hear. Tyler stood up and stepped out of his boxers. She opened her eyes to watch him and when he caught her staring at him, she licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck me.” She was killing him.
He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. She’d scooted up some to give him room. It wouldn’t have mattered because he would have made it work with the shape he was in. He’d be lucky to last more than two strokes if he didn’t regain a little control. Tyler spread her wide and positioned his cockhead at her slit. When he began to push his way inside of her hot pussy, he had to think of something else to keep from embarrassing himself before he even got inside of her.
I hate spiders. Big fuzzy ones with all of those eyes could be climbing up the side of the bed right now.
It helped, but not by much. Tyler thrust the last inch inside of her and bumped against her cervix. He stilled. He prayed he hadn’t hurt her. Maybe he should have asked if she liked that or not. Some women didn’t, saying the pain was too much and cut the pleasure out.
When she didn’t say anything, he decided she was okay. He’d ask her later so he would know the next time. For now, he’d hold back.
Next time. Yeah, there’ll be a next time and a time after that. I’m making her mine.
“Tyler. Move. I need you to move. Please.” Her voice almost ended in a whine.
He dropped the internal dialogue and concentrated instead on fucking his woman. She might not know it yet, but she was. He thrust deep inside of her cunt, his cock so hard it almost hurt. Her hot, wet channel hugged him like a koala hugged a eucalyptus tree. If his cock had been his neck, she’d have strangled him to death.
As it was, he didn’t mind her strangling his dick one little bit. The tighter she squeezed, the closer he got and the harder he fucked her. She rewarded him with return thrusts and a tighter channel. This was too good. He couldn’t hold on any longer. Tyler thrust his hand between them and found her clit. One good pinch as he sheathed himself again and she screamed his name just like he’d planned.