The Siren (The Chloe Chronicals Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  "You are so..." His breath got more ragged and I knew he's close. "Chloe, stop. Please. I don't want to come in your mouth!" He pushed my shoulders and climbed out from underneath me. After I am laying back on the bed, he's over me again resting on his elbows. I arched my back and he stuck his hands under me to hold me close. "I can't tell you how long I have wanted to do this." His face hovered before mine and while I looked at his eyes, I seen something different. I seen hunger and urgency. He wanted this as much as I did. Who knows if we wanted this for the same reasons but I wasn't about to stop this to be a girl about it.

  I bucked my hips against his crotch and he reached over to the bedside table.

  "What are you doing?" I moaned and tried to bring him back down to me. He took a condom out and put it on himself. "Thank you." When he came back to rest himself on me, he stuck his two fingers into me to stretch me out a little for him to slip into me easier. "Please, please..."

  He pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of me a few times and sucked on my nipple. "Trust me to give it to you, baby." Grant pulled his fingers out and kissed down my ribs and licked me too. "Let me know if I hurt you," he whispered into my neck and gently put himself into me. Grant slipped himself in inch by inch and I'm amazed how at each time he pulls out of me that more of him filled me when he slips back. I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes closed and just ride this out. Once he's all the way in, I let out a primal cry from how big he actually was. He hissed and kissed my neck as he pumped in and out. "Oh fuck. You feel so much better than I thought." His dick pumped in and out of me slowly and then he stabbed me all the way to my spot. My legs shook as I tried to hold him closer to me to go even deeper. Well, deeper if it were possible.

  While moaning too loudly to have a friend in the living room, I grabbed his hands and laced my fingers through his and held his hand. "Grant, please... Please don't stop!" I could feel another orgasm approach or the continuation of my first orgasm. I wasn't sure if it were still flooding over me with how deep he is. He pushes our hands to above my head so that his whole body is over me and he never stopped his thrusts into me. The weight of his body is heavy. Not heavy in a way you would expect. But a natural heavy, a comfortable heavy. I loved the way his body heat seared my skin.

  "Hold on," he slid off of me and walked to his computer to turn on some music. "I have wanted to do this so long and it has to be right." Grant played some jazz music and walked back over to me. I slid my body up his pillows and held my arms out to him.

  "Come back," I pleaded and he got back on top of me, I groaned. He slipped himself back into me but this time he went faster and harder.

  "Moondance" played on the speakers by Michael Buble. I found this song so romantic. As he ran his hand down my cheek, I slid down the bed and grabbed him closer. Grant laid little kisses all over my face and neck while the song played.

  Grant held my hands and I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched his movements. Hard and fast or slow and easy. With our fingers laced, he kissed my mouth and I tasted myself on his tongue. He kissed me with need and desire and I melted into him.

  "I... Can't believe that this happening." My emotions were going crazy and I finally admitted to myself that I have liked him for a while but didn't want to ruin our friendship. Holy... shit... I really admitted that, didn't I? Now is not the time to discuss those feelings.

  "Baby, I want us to come together," he said against my mouth and my legs shook. Grant drove into me a few times so hard that my breath is hard. "Oh, oh... Wow." He emptied himself and I came around him. Powerful convulsions on both of our sides and it felt wonderfully euphoric how great I felt. Grant stayed on top of me for a few moments and we caught our breath. "Now what?" He rested himself onto his elbows and kissed my cheek down to my jaw line and back up to my ear.

  "I don't know," he climbed off of me and rubbed my legs. "Does this change everything?"

  He smiled at me and got off the bed to clean himself off. "Do you want it to?"

  I wanted to scream yes! But I didn't want to ruin our friendship. "I don't know."

  We didn't get to finish our conversation because Christine is banging on the door. "Chloe! Grant! What are you doing in there?" She barged through the door and looked at me trying to cover myself up with a sheet. "You two didn't! No way. No fucking way! It's about time!" She jumped on the bed and hugged me.

  Chloe- Present Day

  During the first Monday of October is always difficult. I had to comb through all of the files that I have built over the past ten months and put them in order. Luckily for me, the bureau gave me an assistant this time and it is easier to get things done.

  That morning, I did my morning routine of going for a run with Christine and my dog, Steve.

  "Which track should we take?" Christine asked me and I shrugged.

  "Let's run through downtown since it isn't busy yet!" We lived in Denver and have lived together since I graduated from the police academy. I didn't want to live by myself and it is nice to have my friend there. We didn't step on each other like most roommates would and made sure to give each other space when it is needed.

  "Deal!" She set the pace and Steve and I followed behind her until we could catch up to her.

  We made a promise that during the morning we would go for a run (weather permitting, obviously) and wouldn't take our phones. The run is to cleanse our mind and get us in the right mindset for work.

  Steve would stop and bark at people and I would laugh because he's such a funny beagle.

  My breathing grew stronger as the fresh air spreads through my lungs. "So, my parents have invited us over for dinner tomorrow. Can you please come? They have been badgering me to find a man who will make an honest woman out of me!" I begged as I let the breath out. My parents have been trying to set me up every since my sister, Janet, got married to Frank last year. Janet is three years older than me but my parents found it necessary to compare us. First of all, she is in a different field than me and she has more spare time.

  Janet is a gynecologist and Frank is a plastic surgeon. Match made in heaven is what my parents consider them to be. I considered them to be boring and too identical to each other. They completed each other's sentences and rarely went out.

  "Is Janet going to be there?" Christine asked as we turned the corner and I pulled Steve along.

  "I hope not! She said that she found the perfect men for you and I!" I laughed as I said that. "We all know her taste in men is different than ours!"

  "Fine. I will go but you owe me a date tonight!" I tried to slap her arm but she ran away from me too fast. "Let's finish our run strong and get you home for you to kick some ass!"

  Christine is really tall and skinny. When you think of a female basketball player, Christine would come to mind. Her light red hair is perfect all of the time and she definitely went to the salon more than I did to keep that color. With brown eyes and high cheek bones, I would severely hate her if she was not such a great person. I loved when we would go out and men would stop and check her out but she ignored them. Christine had similar views that I had in relationships but she would give one a chance if she liked the guy enough. She is the youngest partner at her interior design company. Many of the higher up partners have mentioned numerous times that they will make her a full partner within a year.

  "Fine. We can go out tonight but you must put out!" I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it like I were trying to kiss her.

  We ran the rest of the way home, and stretched outside of our building. Denver is such a beautiful town and I am so happy to be transferred back here so I could live with her full time.

  Once I am showered and Steve is fed, I had to find something to wear. Supposedly my new assistant is hot and I am curious to see if the rumors were right. Unlike college, I straightened my hair every day and wore less make up. Being apart of the Internal Affairs Department for the FBI meant that I had to dress a lot older than what I was.

  I found a grey pin striped suit and paired it
with a pair of pink kitten heels. Who says that I can't be fashionable at work?

  Christine and I walked together to work. Her office is a block away from the bureau which is nice because we would meet up for lunch and walk home together.

  I walked through the office doors and flashed my badge. In order to get through any door, my badge needed to be scanned and so is my finger tips. Security is key here.

  My office is tucked away in a corner and I just moved into it. The director recruited me after I solved a murder case that involved one of the fellow police officers in my old branch. After I solved the murder and turned in the officer, I was asked to join the FBI and work for the internal affairs. Sometimes I am still able to go out in the field because I got restless.

  "Good morning, Special Agent Delacruz. I'm your assistant William Duress. Might I say that it is an honor to work for you!" This tall man looked to be older than I'm and much taller. The taller part isn't uncommon. I am probably the shortest agent here. Brown hair covered his eyes and he didn't look professional in the least bit. In this case, the rumor mill is shifting wrong information.

  I held out my hand and shook my head. "Nice to meet you. We will be working together a lot so please call me Chloe. There will be times where we will be going out to do a sting operation where my name will change. Once you past my clearances, I will give you a list of my alias and for which area they are in." I took a breath to make sure that he's still following me. He nodded and blinked his eyes to show me he absorbed what I am saying. "Get your stuff and follow me into my office."

  I didn't wait for him as I walked into my office. Normally, I kept it locked but nobody goes in there over the weekend and I happened to be here all Saturday trying to criminal profile a new rapist who is targeting my Alma matter.

  He knocked on the door and I waved him in. I signaled for him to take a seat and I called down to the secretary to order my coffee.

  As I sat down in my seat, I took out my phone and my laptop along with the files that I took home. "You don't have a weak stomach right?" He shook his head and I took out some of the pictures from the rape scenes. "This rapist has targeted four women from Colorado State University. His M.O. is the same in every case. He places a bag over their head," I pointed to the picture that held the bag as evidence and he gulped, "after this, he cuts their clothes off and shreds their underwear," I again pointed to the picture that held the evidence. William held his breath and looked away from the pictures. "Are you okay? Being my assistant requires you to comb through these pictures to profile the criminal. I need to make sure you can handle it."

  "Yes, Special Agent... I'm sorry. Chloe."

  "Explain to me your credentials." The last thing I need is to get attached to an assistant and have them quit on me. I sat up in my seat and pulled my glasses off. The secretary knocked on the door with my coffee. I took it from her and then asked her to leave.

  He took a deep breath and then stared at me. "Well, I have a Bachelor's degree in criminal justice from Arizona State University and I graduated top of my class. I worked closely with the police stations by the university and I come highly recommended."

  "Very good. Do you have work in profiling?" I'm not trying to be a bitch to him, I just needed to make sure he's going to be what I needed. Last thing I wanted is to waste both our times.

  "Yes, I profiled the Great Wall Murderer." The Great Wall Murderer is a serial killer in Arizona that targeted teen boys. The profiler for this case depicted a closeted gay man in his early thirties and is a white man who hated women. This murderer also is depicted as a angry retaliatory rapist for the ones he wanted to keep alive.

  "Fantastic. That is an interesting case."

  We worked together until lunch time and I sent him off to eat. I ate at my desk because I wanted to get this stuff figured out.

  About an hour later, William came back into my office and brought me a latte.

  "I heard what you ordered earlier and I passed a Starbucks."

  I could kiss him. That's so sweet. "Thanks, William. I think we can get along quite well."

  My director leaned into the door and took in what is happening in my office. The director is an average African American man who talked too much about basketball and working out. I really thought that he and Christine would hit it off but she said that being in a relationship with me is too much as it was.

  He coughed and wagged his finger at me to follow him. I stood up and grabbed William as well.

  "I want you to take notes. This is when we find out our assignments for the week. You are to sit behind me and write every word that is said." My heels clacked down the hallways and people turned to look at me.

  "Chloe... I haven't heard from you in a while..." Colin said to me as I walked past his desk. You know that saying where you don't dip your pen into the company ink? I should have listened to it better. Colin and I only went out a handful of times and he tried to pursue a relationship with me. However, due to company policy, one of us would have to leave this branch and I sure as hell am not going to transfer. Colin is a good looking man. About six foot three and had blue eyes. His cheeks were high and his jaw is tight. He is transferred from another division and immediately showed interest in me.

  I haven't been one to be in a relationship. There is no reason to say that I belonged to someone. Unfortunately, Colin is the type to be in a relationship and would act possessive in public and it bothered me. We had great sexual chemistry but after the third time of him asking me if I would commit, I had to shut him down.

  "Hi... This is my new assistant, William. William this is Special Agent Colin Bradford." I walked away from them due to the fact that I am suddenly uncomfortable.

  "Director James Buchanan, this is my assistant William. Have you met him yet?" The director looked at me and shook his head.

  "Are you going to keep this one long enough for me to remember his name?"

  "Hey! Those weren't my fault! Those guys were a bunch of babies and always cried about their families missing them." I sat across from my director and crossed my legs. When William came in, I pointed at the chair in the corner for him to sit.

  "Yeah right, Delacruz. You are going undercover to do a sting for Fort Collins. There is an officer who is padding files and I need him to be stopped. Normally, the department in the Fort would handle this, but you have been requested personally. You don't know any of the officers right?"

  "I haven't seen any of them since I graduated. However, I bet all of them are gone by now."

  He handed me over some files and then handed one to William. I could feel William wonder what the files were for but I nodded to him to convince him to get it. "These are your alias. You both are going and are getting two adjoining hotel rooms. This should be a fast case, so I want you to get it done quickly."

  I smiled and looked through the file. "Thanks. When do we leave?"

  "Tomorrow morning."

  I stood up and replayed everything that I needed to do tomorrow and then I remembered that I had dinner with my parents. Oh darn. Looks like I will have to reschedule. Bummer deal.

  We walked back to my desk and I had William do some filing and I called my parents.

  "Chloe? Is that you?" My mother's soft voice answered the phone and I found it funny that she always questioned who I am because she has caller id.

  "Yes, Mom. I need to reschedule. I have a sting to do tomorrow and I don't know when I will be back."

  She let out a sigh and seemed disappointed. "Well, I guess. Just so you know I found you a new man. He is a doctor and works with Frank. You know your clock is ticking...?"

  "Mom, I'm not interested in dating." I listened to her whine about the lack of my love life for a few more moments and then I hung up. That is enough of that.

  *

  When I walked into my apartment, I could hear Steve barking. He must be excited about something. I walked into the kitchen and I seen Christine on the phone. As soon as she seen me, she places her hand over the r
eceiver.

  "Its Grant!" She whispers and I stare at her like I seen a ghost. "He just called to say hi."

  I scan her appearance and notice that I have to change before going to the bar. Nobody knows why I stopped talking to Grant. I'm pretty sure that Grant doesn't even know why I stopped talking to him.

  The day after we slept together, he carried me to my own room after I had fallen asleep. The feeling of making love with my best friend and then being tossed aside killed. I went to find him before I left but he was talking to Brittany at the bar. Brittany seemed thrilled about something and I just assumed that they got back together. I really did like Grant and by sleeping together, that changed everything for me. That made me realize what I am missing all along.