His Siren (A Steele Riders Family Novella Book 2)

by C. M. Steele

  I end the call, needing these last moments with my woman. I send a text to Magnus before climbing back into bed and pulling her to me. She moans my name so softly that I lose control. My hand slides between her thighs, testing her pussy to see if she’s too sore, but my siren calls for more. The tiny mewls from her lips pull at my soul and I crave her cries, memorizing each one before I let her go.

  “I need you, Milo.” That little plea causes me to roll her onto her back while I slide between her thighs. Stroking her pussy with the tip of my cock, I test her wetness.

  “You’re soaked, Roxanne. You want me, don’t you?”

  I thrust into her slit until I’m buried balls deep inside her. I grip the sheets beside her head, clenching them as I pound her over and over again. “I’m going to put my baby in you, but I need you to come with me.” My son will protect his mother even if I can’t. The thought hits me hard, because I’ll die to protect my Roxie.

  Emotions pour through me as I grind into her sweet heat, demanding this to last while pleading for release. The bed rocks as I piston my hips, picking up the pace. Sweat slides down my spine as my balls tighten and rise, ready to come in my woman. “Roxanne, give me what I need. Come for me so I can soak your soft womb and flood it with my seed.”

  Her pussy flexes around my shaft, squeezing tight as she cries out. “Milo.” Her voice cracks into a sob. I have to kiss her, drinking in her tears as if she knows this is the last time we’ll make love.

  “Mi amor,” I choke out, coming and temporarily blacking out. When I look down at her, my heart breaks. “Roxie, this has been fun.” I pull out of her, regretting the coldness of my actions, and then collapse on the bed next to her without another word. As much as I should push her away, I can’t intentionally hurt her. Hopefully when we wake, I can find a way to protect her because I refuse to lose her.

  Chapter 4

  Roxie

  My pussy throbs as the pleasure subsides, and Emiliano falls back to sleep. He woke me up to a passionate fucking so good he passed out. I lay there and stare at him. His short black hair slides over his forehead, giving him a gentle look, but I know there’s nothing gentle about that sexy beast. A wild man in a suit. Why do I feel as if this is the last time I’m going to see him?

  The sun’s coming up, so I grab my phone and there’s a message from Cyber.

  Flight leaves in a couple of hours. Make sure your brother is alive. Too much to drink last night.

  Shit. I look over at Emiliano, wishing I had the guts to stay, but I don’t know if he wants more than what we did. After all, men have been known to say anything to get a woman into bed and especially during sex, even if they don’t mean a word of it.

  “I’m going to miss you,” I whisper.

  Slowly I slip out of the bed. I remember that he ruined my dress, but I snatch up his dress shirt from the living area and button it. It’s so big on me that it looks like a dress. With my shoes in my hand, I make my way to the exit.

  I have to go, even though every step I take toward the door steals a bit of my soul. He’ll come after me if he really cares. If not, I’ve learned a valuable lesson about sex and men. At least, that’s what I tell myself so my heart doesn’t crack into a million pieces.

  I rush down to my hotel room, grateful that no one saw me, just in time to hit the shower. Tears well up in my eyes as I do my best to get a hold of my emotions. I don’t have time to cry. Washing up and getting dressed is the best thing to do. When I get out, my brother is just waking up, looking a little tired. “Hey, you okay?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “You are up earlier than I expected.” You have no idea.

  “It’s already eight. We leave in twenty minutes.”

  “Shit!” He rushes into the bedroom and grabs his things.

  “Do you need any help?” I ask, stepping to the open door with my normally upbeat attitude so he doesn’t catch on. The last thing I need is my brother getting involved. He’d probably want to kill Emiliano for just touching me.

  “No. I’m good.” We didn’t bring more than two days’ worth of clothes, so my mini suitcase and his duffle were all we brought. We make it to the lobby without being stopped, which I’m grateful for, although I do see a large man in a suit that screams security and he sends an uncomfortable chill down my spine.

  By the time we’re in the SUV on the way to the airport, I feel like a part of me is gone, and I mean more than just my virginity. That I eagerly gave to him, but my heart isn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions that eat at me.

  “Damn. So glad you two were able to get ready after such a crazy night,” Cyber adds at the terminal.

  Cyber constantly steals glances at me throughout the entire flight, annoying the fuck out of me. I want to bite his head off and ask what his problem is, but I have a feeling I already know. He’s aware I wasn’t in my room last night.

  “Hair of the dog?” he offers my brother, who gladly accepts the drink before laying his head back on his seat.

  “I’d give you the “hair of the dog,” but you left his hair at the hotel.”

  “Fuck off, Cyber.” He’s a nosy motherfucker who needs to keep his mouth shut. It’s not like I’m a teenager anymore. I can date and fuck anyone I want without my brother’s, or any of the Riders’, permission.

  “It’s for the best that you left,” he adds because he probably can’t stand Emiliano. Alpha men tend to bump heads, even if it’s not a competition.

  “I know. Now leave me alone.”

  “Roxie. Never mind.” He looks like he wants to say something, but he drops it. Thank heavens for that because my heart can’t take talking about Emiliano. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep for the rest of the flight.

  God, sex messes with a woman’s head like crazy. My mind keeps replaying our stolen hours like I’m watching a movie: images of Emiliano staring into my eyes, telling me how we belong together and that he’ll never let me go, but then I think about our last passionate round. It was short, hot, but there were no more of those promises from the night before.

  When we land in Dallas, I power my phone back up, hoping that he sent me a text or something. I don’t have any new messages or texts, letting me know all I need to know. It’s for the best that I left.

  Chapter 5

  Emiliano

  The second she sneaks out of my room, my heart drops. Still, she’ll be safer with her brother and his biker friends. I’ve learned many things about the Steele Riders, but I need more.

  I call Magnus for an update. “Our tech guy will be here in fifteen minutes to do his magic.”

  “Okay, I’ll meet you down there.” Hanging up, I slip on my pants that were tossed on the floor. I look around for my shirt from last night, but I can’t find it. Then I see her sexy little dress that I ruined. “She took my shirt.” Fuck, she probably looks sexy as fuck in it, and I’m missing that visual. Maybe I’ll have to review the footage later when I’m alone.

  I don’t have time for a shower. Besides, I have no intention of washing her scent off me yet. I need it to invade my soul.

  When I enter the security office, there’s a man I don’t recognize working on a separate laptop. “Boss, this is Indy. He’s got the footage and is looking into the matter.” Oh, yes. He works tech for the company when needed, but I’d never met him. Gavin was the one who hired him.

  “Thanks. Anything you can tell me?” I ask, showing my impatience.

  “First, I wish I knew he was here.” He points to the other guy sitting next to Roxie at the dining table; the one she punched.

  “Why? Who is that?”

  “He’s called Cyber and is one of the best hackers and cybernetics experts out there. He could have helped you protect your girl. Roxie’s one of the princesses of the Steele Riders, and they’d all protect her with their lives.”

  “Call him.” I don’t like having to rely on others especially when it comes to Roxie, but I’m not above using everything available to protect her.


  Using his cell phone, he dials and then sets the phone on speaker. Cyber picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Indy. What’s going on?”

  “I got a problem. Are you still in town?”

  “No. Sorry, we’re already almost to the airport. What’s up?” I let out a low growl. He’s with my woman.

  “Roxie’s in danger.”

  “That fucking asshole. What did he do?” he snarls over the phone.

  “What asshole?”

  “That fucking sleazy hotel owner who couldn’t keep his hands off Roxie.”

  “How did you learn that?” he questions, wondering if he slipped into our system.

  “I’m not Cyber for no reason. I put a camera on her floor.”

  Having enough, I grab the phone and take it off speaker. “Do you have a fucking death wish, fuckhead? I’ll kill you if you think I’ll let you have my woman,” I roar.

  “Ah. Hello, Martín. I’m not afraid of you. You better be afraid of us if you hurt her.”

  “She’s mine,” I remind him.

  “Nice. Then why is she getting on a flight back home?” he bites out, testing the limits of my civility.

  “Because she’s in danger, like Indy said. Before the sun came up, someone sent a message to my security team. Apparently, the mob knows that she’s mine and sent me a bunch of photos they couldn’t have gotten without sneaking into my system.”

  “What do they want?”

  “To hold her for ransom. The note read, ‘How much is she worth to you?’”

  “Fuck. So how did you get her to split?”

  “I didn’t. She left while she thought I was asleep. I just didn’t stop her from going back to her room. Until I can clean up this mess, it’s best that she’s safe with her brother.”

  “She’s safer here. I will keep an eye on her, but I’m not stopping there. I want to be included on the information because we never let someone else solve our problems.”

  “This is my problem.”

  “The fact that someone is after Roxie is most definitely our problem.” His voice raises, getting angry with me, but he can go fuck himself because Roxie belongs to me.

  “What the fuck did you say?” I hear a voice roar right next to the phone. “Who the fuck is this?” that voice barks onto the line.

  “Who is this?” I challenge the fucker because I’m not in the mood for all these dicks to be around my woman.

  “I’m the motherfucker who’s going to slice you to pieces if you touch a hair on my sister’s head.” I hear some mumbling in the background as he seems to have muffled the phone.

  “Hello, asshole. Are you still there?” I don’t like to be kept waiting for anyone.

  “So Cyber tells me you’re fucking in love with my sister. Is that true, or did you just use her to get your nut off and toss her aside?”

  “First, don’t ever refer to your sister like that, and he’s right. I’m only letting her leave with you because she’s safer away from me until I bury the fuckers after my woman. Take care of her, or I’ll be the one stabbing you in the fucking heart.”

  “Another one bites the dust.” He laughs like it’s humorous. “I get it, Martín, but deal with it quickly because my sister’s beautiful and I won’t stop her from seeing anyone else.”

  “I’m going to kick your ass.”

  He’s laughing at me. “Look, I got a fucking hangover with a killer headache, but keep us informed. I’ll be down there in a heartbeat if you don’t. Understood?”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “Thank you for doing the right thing. Sometimes we have to let the women we love leave if it’s for the best.”

  “I will be back for her.”

  He whispers, “I know,” as if he’s telling himself that.

  The call ends, and I toss Indy the phone. “Get what you need on this break-in of my security system. If it’s the Amicis, I’m going to bury every last one of them.”

  “I’ll be back down in a while.” I leave to grab my laptop from my suite. I have a lot of plans to make for our future.

  I need to get to my queen, but just as I reach the door, it explodes, sending me back into the wall. Darkness takes over and I whisper, “I love you, Roxanne.”

  Chapter 6

  Roxie

  I slip two fingers between my legs hoping to recreate the feeling of Emiliano, but nothing compares even in the slightest way. I pump them inside, imagining his cock plundering my pussy, but I just can’t make myself come. It’s been a week since we left Vegas, and Emiliano hasn’t tried to contact me once. I climb out of my beautiful and normally comfortable bed to shower. It’s New Year’s Eve, and the Riders are going to get together for a celebration at Panhandles. I’m working behind the bar, so I have the rest of the day to kill before getting ready.

  I stare at my laptop, wanting to check the news, but I’m also afraid to find out something happened to him. What if he had an accident and died? What if he played me and married someone else? A part of me finds that so unbearable because we made love and he kept insisting on putting his baby in me, which scares me even more. “What if I’m pregnant?” I sigh, popping open the laptop to get this over with. It boots up, and I Google the hotel. After twenty minutes of reading, I find an article about a fire at the hotel the day I left. Shit. He could be dead. I type in his name, but nothing comes up about him being injured or killed.

  So maybe he’s too busy to get back to me. After all, a fire could cause so much damage that he’s working nonstop. I tell myself that lie and go downstairs to check on my brother.

  “Hey, bro,” I say, entering the kitchen and reaching for a coffee mug off the cute rack I bought.

  “Morning, Rox,” he grumbles, reading something on his phone. He’s been acting weird since he let the woman of his dreams slip out of his life, but he’s a fool. Then again, maybe it’s for the best that he stays away from her if he doesn’t feel that strongly about her.

  “Morning!”

  “You seem upbeat.” Good. I’m doing a great job of hiding it.

  “Thanks. It’s the last day of a rough year. I’m thinking about my plans for the future.”

  “A restaurant? You know we’d love it.” Of course they would. Food options in this bitch suck. We have a diner, a café, a bakery, and a pizza place. We need more options. Hell, I’ve considered stealing some of Cowboy’s cattle and making my own steak and eggs diner, but the one we do have is rather good, I guess.

  “Nah, I’m not sure how long I plan to stay in town.”

  He cocks his brow and unceremoniously drops his phone on the counter, bumping his coffee cup. I grab a paper towel and wipe up the spilled coffee before it makes a ring on the countertop. He stops my movement and asks, “What? Are you going back home?”

  I give off a hysterical scoff and step back out of his reach to toss the towel in the trash. “No way in hell. I love Mom and Dad. Hell, I even love the city, but I’m not sure I can deal with the winters. I moved to Texas thinking I’d get a reprieve here, but nope. You all had to set up shop in a place where it can get fucking cold.”

  “It’s not Chicago cold, though.”

  “You got me there, but that doesn’t mean I like it,” I grumble, blowing on my steaming hot coffee. It smells so good that I can’t even wait for it to cool off.

  “So what are your plans, then?”

  That’s the million-dollar question. I want to go find Emiliano and ring his neck and ask him why he didn’t keep his promise. Then again, I want to run away from all the sunshine and flowers that I’m seeing all around me. “I don’t know yet, but I’m feeling restless.”

  “Does this have to do with our recent trip to Vegas?”

  I nearly choked on my coffee. “What?”

  “Are you itching to gamble away all the money you won?” My heart jumps out of my chest for a minute.

  “Shit, I’d forgotten that I made out like a bandit that night.”

  He raises his brow again, eyeing me suspiciously.
Damn it, he is onto me. “Yeah, well. You can invest that and see about opening a restaurant, even if it’s not in Steeleville.”

  “Thanks, bro. Are you going to the bar tonight?”

  “Yes. I’m not going to let a bunch of lowlife drunks come on to my sister while she works.”

  “We practically know every single one of them.”

  “Yeah, but no one without millions and a steady character is good enough for my little sister.”

  God, could he really know about Emiliano and me? “Wow, you’re really leaving options out there for me. Sorry, but it’s not every day that I run into millionaires, at least besides the Riders but you all don’t count.”

  “I’d be wounded if I wasn’t your brother. Still. I want you to be happy any way you choose, as long as you’re safe.” I walk around the counter and give him a hug, which he easily accepts.

  “You’re a pretty wonderful big brother.”

  A month passes, and still no word from Emiliano. Not that I expected him to bother after New Year’s. He’s in the city full of secrets and lies. I don’t mean anything to him. Hell, the only reason he’d remember me is that he took my virginity. Then again, maybe he was used to that kind of thing.

  I slam back my chair and make a mad dash to the bathroom, losing my guts as I cry. I don’t know how long I sit there, but I hear my brother come in with a cold washcloth. After cleaning myself and washing my face, I finally face my brother.

  “Are you okay, Rox?”

  “I don’t feel well. I think I’m going to call in. I hope Mary can fill in for me.” My frustrated and unsettled thoughts only make the matter worse.

  “I’ll do it. You rest. I’ll bring you some Sprite and crackers.”

  “What are you doing here anyway?” He’s supposed to be in his forge working on new blades.