The Siren (The Chloe Chronicals Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  "Look, Howard told me everything."

  I'm kicking his ass.

  Chloe

  Grant has been evasive since we got back from the wedding and I don’t understand why. Now he’s moving out of my apartment into his own and I feel this strange weight on my chest as I think about it. It’s silly since he’s going to be right down the hall, but I feel like I’m never going to see him again.

  We work together… Granted, my project is different than his but I know where his desk is.

  Howard is helping us move Grant’s stuff from the storage unit and he keeps griping about his back. If it weren’t so funny then I would be getting frustrated with how silly he is being.

  “Grab this box,” I point at the box in the hall to indicate which one. “Carry this one into the apartment.”

  “You and your fucking boyfriend are so bossy. I swear, match made in bossy heaven.”

  “Quit your bitching, old man,” I call and then pick up a box. It’s funny because he’s so much bigger than I am but I’m beasting this out.

  As I’m carrying it into the apartment, I see Grant and Christine hunched over and I wonder what they’re talking about. It looks serious and it has caught my attention. I get that they’re friends but due to Grant’s actions… I don’t understand what is happening.

  I place the box down and I tiptoe over to them. Before I can barge in, I hear my name and I hear the name of Kayla. Now, I’m definitely interested.

  “You are going to have to tell her eventually. She has a right to know…” Christine says as she places her hand on his shoulder. “The longer you let this slide, the longer she’s going to be pissed. Trust me.”

  What the hell are they talking about?

  I must have said it out loud, because they suddenly turn to face me. “What?” Grant asks as he runs over to me and wraps his arm around me.

  “I don’t know, you tell me?” I’m baiting him and I don’t really give a fuck that it’s a dirty way to gain information.

  Christine clears her throat and then points to the back. “I’m just going to go… yeah.”

  “Chicken,” Grant mutters under his breath.

  I fold my arms over my chest and pout my lips. “What were you guys talking about?”

  He wraps his arm tighter around my neck and kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “Don’t you know that by saying that, it makes me worry?” Fuck. Why did he allow me to feel this way for him? I liked it better when I could just leave the situation with all of the others.

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  Direct hit to my gut. Do I trust him? Do I trust anyone? I don’t even know how to trust someone much less do this. Am I just looking for excuses for this to blow up? I don’t think I am but then again… I probably am.

  “Whatever.”

  Before he can answer me, I am walking out the door and walk towards my apartment. Once inside, I close the door and lean my head back against it. Why do things need to get so difficult?

  Like the emotional cutter that I am, I pick up my phone and dial the one person that will give it to me straight.

  “Hello?” Janet picks up on the third ring.

  I walk further into my apartment and sit on my couch. “Hey. What are you doing?” Never have I called Janet to discuss what is going on with me and any of my relationships. As far as I know, she probably thinks I’m a lesbian or something. She has met Grant before and she has always said that she thinks he likes me… I don’t even know what to do.

  After the wedding, he hasn’t said that he loves me or anything. Granted, I haven’t said it back… Am I incapable of saying it? I think that is the case and I feel so bad that I can’t say it to him. Maybe that is why he has been so hooked up in his own little world...

  With my knees tucked into my chest, I wait for her to answer. “Just gave Meeka a bath and now I’m having a glass of wine. What are you doing?”

  “Not much…”

  And sure enough, Janet knows that I’m calling her for a specific reason. “Chloe, what’s wrong? You never call me.”

  Well, leave it to my big sister to call me out. “I think Grant is cheating on me because he and Christine were talking about something secretive and he told me not to worry about it. But now, I’m worried about it. What do you think they were talking about? Am I going crazy? Please…” I stop talking once I realize that I’m rambling and I’m being stupid.

  She coughs and then says: “It sucks when you start feeling something, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah. I hate it.” To my horror, my eyes start to sting and I can’t help but fight back the tears. “What am I going to do?”

  “Not everyone is like Mom and Dad, you know? You don’t have to worry about turning out like them. I know that it trips you up, but in some strange way, they’re happy. You need to make yourself happy too.”

  “When did you get to be so wise?” I sarcastically say and then wish I didn’t.

  “Bitch.”

  I hear a knocking on my front door and then the knob turns. “I gotta go, someone’s here. Hug Meeka for me. She’s so cute.”

  “And getting big. Okay, bye, sis.”

  “Bye.”

  Grant

  I knew when she left me that she would be hiding out in her apartment. It’s something that she does when she’s afraid of something. I hate how she hides like that. It makes everything worse and doesn’t get anything solved.

  I see her beautiful blonde head rested on the couch and notice that she’s tucked into a ball. “What are you worried about?”

  “You’re keeping something from me and I don’t like it.”

  It’s almost as if I can’t get to her fast enough. I walk fast through her apartment and stop when I’m in front of her only to drop to my knees. “It’s nothing to be worried about. Don’t you trust me?” Even as I say it, I feel like complete shit. I’m keeping so much from her.

  I feel the intense need to make her feel good. Even though I should be a fucking man and tell her that my ex is pregnant with my child and that I kissed her friend… I want to comfort myself too.

  Slowly, I reach out for her shorts and pull them down her legs. Steve barks in the background and I groan when I notice she’s not wearing underwear. “Were you waiting for me like this?”

  “Mmhmm, kiss me…”

  “Where?” I know exactly where but she’s going to work for it. “Precious, where do you want my lips?”

  Chloe shakes her head to the side and grins at me. “My pussy. I want you to lick me so good and spank my clit with your tongue until I come all over your tongue. I’m going to come so hard that it’s going to drip down your chin.”

  Holy. Shit. I. Just. About. Came. In. My. Shorts.

  “Your wish is my command. Take your two hands and hold your pussy lips open for me.”

  I watch as she spreads her lips and I notice that her clit is standing at full attention. I look up at her and see the lust in her eyes. She’s just as turned on as me.

  “I can smell how turned on you are right now, precious. Keep your lips open.” I place my mouth against her inner thigh and I lightly bite.

  Making my way up to her pussy, I see it glistening with her arousal and I know it’s only a matter of time before she comes. I take my tongue out and swipe it straight up her lips and flick it against her clit. I watch as her legs lightly shake and her fingers pull harder.

  “Just like that… Mm, Gra- you are so good.”

  I love how she acts like I don’t know what she wants. I know exactly what she wants and right now- I want to make her sing.

  Reaching into my pocket, I grab the lube that I snuck into there a little while ago and squirt some onto my fingers. With my tongue fucking her hole, I slip my fingers into her crevice of her ass. I fight the chuckle that threatens to come out when she tenses. I know that she is probably wondering what the hell is about to happen.

  “Grant?”

  I don’t answer her as I continu
e to fuck her with my mouth and fingers. I decided that tonight is the night that I fuck her ass. It’s time to make her feel everything. “You want me in your ass?”

  Chloe’s head nods furiously and her body turns hot. I take my mouth off of her and bite her inner thigh. “I need words. Precious, I need to hear you say that you want me to fill that tight little asshole up with my come until you are so full that you will feel it all the time.”

  She shakes her head and I look up at her tight face. “Just say it and I will give it to you. You know you ask and you get it.”

  My teeth bite my tongue as I stop myself from saying that I love her. I haven’t said anything about it since my friend’s wedding and she hasn’t mentioned anything either. To be honest, I’m happy that neither of us has said anything because that will make what is happening with Kayla real.

  Plus, as selfish as it sounds, I love being with her like this. I love Chloe and I think I have always.

  “Fuck my ass with your big cock and then fill me with your sticky come. Mark me, Grant. I know you want to. Mark my whole body with your essence.”

  Well. Fuck. She never stops amazing me with that dirty ass mouth. “All you had to do was ask.” I pull my fingers and mouth away from her sensitive spots and then get to my feet. I make quick work of taking care of my clothes and then I’m standing in between her legs before she shifts. “Get on your hands and knees and let me see that beautiful ass.”

  Once she has followed my orders, I slap her ass hard. “That’s for making me wait so many years to fuck you again.” Smack. “That’s for making me crave that ass since high school.”

  “Well, if you wouldn’t have been wasting time with all of those other bitches, you could have been fucking me sideways. I know how much you love to fuck me now… Just imagine how great it would have been then?”

  Why is she still talking? It’s time to fill her up. I grab a throw pillow and hand it to her. “Bite this and don’t you dare say a word. I want you perfectly quiet until I say you can talk. You make a sound… I will fuck your mouth until I come and you won’t get off.”

  I’m a god damned liar. I would love to fuck all three of her holes at the same time

  I hold onto my shaft and watch her bite the pillow. After a couple of lazy tugs, I put some lube on my head. I don’t give her a warning as I stick my head into the rim of her ass. “Yeah, precious. I’m about to fill this ass up.”

  Chloe

  How can he expect me to not say anything? He’s the first man to even fuck my ass and he expects me to quiet. He’s crazy. Grant has lost his damn mind.

  Oh. My. God. He’s about to start moving!

  I brace myself for the burning pleasure that I have heard about and what I get is tenderness. Grant always amazes me with how he can be so forceful and then turn around and be so tender.

  He breaches my ring of muscle and then slides in further. “You may answer me when I ask you a question. Are you okay?”

  Am I okay? I’m a lot of things right now and I don’t know if okay is one of them. Hell… I keep waiting for the pain-

  And there it is!

  He slides all the way in and his balls bounce against my clit. I tense and shiver as they hit my clit a couple of times while he adjusts himself. I allow my body to relax and not be so tense in order to experience the pleasure of being full.

  “Precious, how do you feel?” Grant’s lips caress the skin of my back and I bite down on the pillow as hard as I can. I can feel my teeth clatter against each other through the fabric of my expensive pillow.

  “I feel full,” I say around the fabric. It comes out more: “I feghd ffullllll.”

  “What was that?”

  I order my teeth to let go of the pillow and allow saliva to coat my mouth. “I feel full.”

  Quickly, I bite down on the pillow again because I feel emotions flow through me against my will. I’m deeply disappointed in myself when “I love you” was on my tongue. It’s just the pleasure talking. Has to be.

  “All right. I’m going to start moving now.”

  And he does. First he moves fast in me and bottoms out so I can feel his balls tag my clit over and over again. Now he moves out slower and then swivels his hips to stretch me out more. My pussy is so fucking wet that I can feel it coating his balls and drip down my thighs. I never knew I could be this wet.

  Grant grabs a hold of my shoulders with both hands and brings me back to his pelvic thrusts. He creates a rhythm that I’m too delirious to even anticipate. Oh sweet Jesus. He feels amazing.

  The rhythm continues as he bottoms out and swivels in me and then kisses my spine. I know that I’m moaning around the pillow and I can feel my ass fully accepting him.

  “I’m going to fill that ass up-”

  Grant grunts and then pushes hard and fast in me and then I feel him unload. I can feel each stream of come as it flows through my ass. He kisses my shoulder blades a few times and then slowly pulls out.

  “Holy shit.” How is he able to talk? The thought of having a conversation with him is beyond me and I couldn’t even begin to create words as I let go of my dead lock on the pillow.

  I can feel his warmth leave my body and I collapse against the couch. Trying in vain to control my breathing, I grab the pillow to see if I bit a hole through it. My body misses his warmth and I want him to come back. Badly.

  “Precious, are you alright?”

  I nod and then close my eyes. Before I know anything else, I’m awoken by Grant as he carries me through my apartment and into my bathroom. I rest my head against his pec and nuzzle my cheek into his skin. I love feeling his warm skin against mine and I love smelling his manly smell. He smells like fresh water- but spicier.

  It was then that I realize that he had run my bath and lit candles all around the tub. Grant lightly sets me into the water and then kneels next to the tub with a loofa. “You are so perfect. Baby, you are absolutely magnificent. Are you alright?”

  Grant

  I feel as if I am waiting for a fucking miracle to happen. Anything to show me that she’s not about to freak out on me for fucking her into next week. Holy shit. Her asshole felt-fuck- felt like a glove. It squeezed my dick in the most perfect way and I couldn’t stop myself from coming even if my parents had walked into the room.

  Howard, ever the pervert, had mentioned that it’s important to let your partner know how important they are to you after something strenuous like what we just did. I figured that a bath would be the best way to let her know how much she means to me.

  The three words are at the tip of my tongue as I run the loofa over her legs. However, I don’t deserve to let her know. She’s about to kill me if she finds out about Christine and Kayla. I know for a fact that she’s going to be pissed that I didn’t say anything after I called both her and Howard out.

  Chloe’s eyes are closed and her breathing has slowed as she hums her appreciation. “You know how I feel about you, right?”

  Why am I such a fucking dick? This is the one woman I have ever cared about and it seems as if I can’t win. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore… “I love you.”

  Holy hell. Did she really just say that? I never thought she was capable of saying those words. Something in my chest just exploded with fucking happiness. Did I lose my dick or something?

  I grab my dick that is lying semi-hard against my leg. Nope. Didn’t grow a vagina in the last ten minutes.

  Slowly, I look up at her and notice that her eyes are closed with her breathing slow. It’s obvious that I wore her out.

  *

  The next couple of weeks went off without a hitch. Nothing too exciting but I did get to work on the stalker case some more. I’m shocked as to how much this man has done in order to prove himself worthy of this woman at the restaurant. I don’t even think he realizes how much he has done for her.

  Chloe has been running around like a madwoman this whole week working on the sex trafficking case and I haven’t seen her much. Even at work, she�
��s always in a meeting or talking to that evil predator.

  I have decided to call her that. Natasha is a predator. I’ve heard of several people saying that they do certain things to stay alive, but I don’t agree with this. Children deserve to be children and not someone’s sex slave.

  My mind filters back to that poor girl. When I seen her at the hospital for the brief time that she came home, her eyes were vacant. There wasn’t any emotion in them and it felt like my world stopped as I tried to gain some sort of knowledge. Anything to stop this from happening.