Siren rolled her eyes. “Pain meds.”
We both looked in that direction when there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” said Hughes.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Casper when she raced inside and then abruptly stopped.
“I heard you almost died yesterday,” she said, glaring at Siren.
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here,” said Siren, sending the nasty look back to her.
“Decker asked me to come. He’s on his way too.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I heard Siren mumble. “It’s a feckin’ second-degree burn.” She threw up her hands and went up the staircase.
“Excuse me,” I said, following her. “What’s going on?” I asked when I found her sitting on the edge of a bed with her back to the door.
“Nothing.”
I went and sat beside her. “People don’t generally rush out of a room over nothing.”
“It’s my house. I’ll do what I want.”
“Siren, look at me.”
She shook her head.
“Please.”
“They think I can’t take care of you.”
“I’m sure that isn’t the case.”
“Your precious Invincibles arrive within forty-eight hours and…”
“And what?”
“Nothing.” She tried to stand, but I wouldn’t let her.
“And what?” I repeated.
“Just go ahead and leave.”
“Huh?”
“She’s here to take you back to the States, so just leave. You’ll be better off there anyway.”
“Casper’s on assignment in France. The same mission I was on. That’s the only reason she’s here.”
“The two of you are working together?”
I shook my head. “Same op, but not together.”
She slowly turned her head and studied me with one eyebrow raised.
“There’s no reason for you to be jealous of Casper.”
“You feckin’ eejit.”
When she stood, I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. “I’ll ask her to leave.”
“Just go with her.”
I nuzzled her neck. “You owe me.”
“I what?”
“All that time I took care of you. It’s only fair.”
“You hired a nurse.”
She shuddered when I kissed her neck right below her ear. “There were other ways I took care of you, Siren. Admit it.”
“Stop it,” she murmured with no conviction whatsoever.
I reached up and circled her nipple with the tip of my finger through her sweater.
“Smoke,” she groaned.
“Yeah?” I squeezed her breast. “I’m going to take care of you now, Siren.”
She shook her head. “You can’t.”
“Of course I can.” I cupped her mound with my palm.
“Your friend is downstairs,” she murmured.
“So is yours. In fact, at one time, he was your lover. I’m the one who should be jealous.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Prove it.”
Her hooded eyes opened wide. “How?”
“Take your clothes off.”
“Now? You’re—”
“Do it, Siren. Let me see you naked.” I let her stand, anxious to see if she’d walk out of the room or do as I asked. “Good girl,” I said when she pulled her sweater over her head. “Now the pants.”
She pointed to her bra.
“Leave it on.”
She shimmied her jeans over her hips and pushed them to the floor.
“On the bed. Spread your legs for me.”
“Smoke—”
“Do it, Siobhan.”
I turned so my body was facing hers and put one of her legs across my lap and the other behind me. I ran one finger through her glistening folds, pressed my thumb against her clit, thrust two fingers inside her, and groaned. Siren’s eyes met mine.
“There can be no pain with this much pleasure.” As much as I wanted to replace my fingers with my throbbing cock, I knew that would be pushing my tolerance too far. Plus, this was me taking care of Siobhan. I had to taste her, though. I withdrew my hand and brought it to my mouth. Siren’s body writhed on the bed. “Feeling empty, sweetheart?”
She nodded.
“Tell me what you need.”
She grabbed my hand and brought it back to her pussy. I followed her gaze to the door of the bedroom I’d forgotten open. I stood and shut it, making sure it was locked.
God, I wanted to fuck her. It was more than a want; I had to fuck her. I stalked back over to the bed and settled my body between her legs.
“Smoke, we can’t—”
I might pay for this later, but it would be worth it. I was inside her with a single, hard thrust. “Put your legs around me.”
“You’re crazy,” she moaned, but she did it. I was deeper this way. I could pleasure us both with less movement. I braced my body on my arms and rotated my hips.
I stilled when the realization hit me that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I looked into Siren’s eyes. “Birth control?”
“I’m on the pill,” she said, grinding against me and then thrusting her hips, increasing the tempo until I rammed against her. I squeezed out every ounce of our pleasure before separating my body from hers. Siren rolled out from under me, and I lowered myself, face first, to the mattress. I felt a dip and then her body next to mine. Her leg was across my thighs, and I could feel her wet pussy against my hip. I didn’t care what kind of pain I might be in when my brain finally registered it. Being inside Siren’s steamy, hot body was worth it, especially when I felt her tongue trailing down my arm.
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Siren
Smoke’s cheek rested against the pillow, and I let my gaze linger on his face while he slept. Leave it to him to insist we have sex the day after burning rafters fell on him, singeing his flesh. He had to be in pain, yet he was able to sleep through it.
I heard noises from downstairs and wondered if Decker had arrived. I knew I should get up, put my clothes back on, and go check, but I didn’t want to leave Smoke’s side. I bent my neck and ran the tip of my tongue over the outline of the tattoo on his shoulder. It was of a bird in flight. A small bird. I wondered what its significance was as I studied the other ink that adorned his skin.
There were so many things I didn’t know about Smoke. I wondered if there was anyone he revealed himself to more than superficially.
I remembered Ms.
