Syren's Heaven & Hell (The Syren Series Book 2)

by Jennah Thornhill

  He finally lands at the junction between my thighs, rubbing his nose up and down the material of my knickers covering the part I need him to touch the most.

  Pushing the material aside he runs his tongue up and down my seam which is pooling with desire. “Mmmm tasty.” He tells me as he sucks hard on my clit making my back bow of the bed and an animalistic sound comes from the back of my throat as he continues suckling and licking me.

  Before I know it I start seeing stars, my legs stiffen and my lower belly starts to tingle in anticipation of my looming orgasm.

  “Fuck… Connor don’t you dare stop.” I warn him as I grip onto his hair pushing his face further into my core.

  I explode on an incoherent yelp and he just continues to tongue fuck me bringing on another orgasm that’s so unexpected. I think he’s going to be bald from all the hair pulling I'm doing to him. When he finally comes up for breath and I can finally open my eyes, I see him looking down at me with a look of awe on his face, stroking the inside of my thighs with his thumbs I jump when he strokes over my sensitive clit.

  “Heaven really is a place on earth.” He says confusing me.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask confusion clear in my voice.

  “You… your heaven Angel… that old song by Belinda Carlisle it reminds me of you.”

  Luckily for him I know which song he’s talking about. I love to listen to the oldies when I'm trying to come up with a new routine at school.

  Giving him a smile in acknowledgement to his words, I tell him to lose the jeans and fast.

  “Bossy madam.” He replies, but at the same time he shuffles of the bed and does has he’s told. Standing at the foot of the bed he unbuckles his belt and loses his jeans, standing there in just his tight black Calvin Klein boxers that look amazing on him but right now they need to be gone.

  “Boxers too.” I demand.

  Shaking his head at me he follows through on my order and then he’s as naked as the day he was born and I can’t help but salivate at the sight in front of me.

  I beckon him to me with a crook of my finger, as he makes his way to me he stops halfway leans forward over me and tears my lady boxers clean of my body.

  “Hey.” I say in complete shock.

  “I’ll buy you some more stop your whining woman, because this will be so worth it and you know it.”

  Unable to argue further with him because he is right this is so going to be worth it, I shut my mouth and let him do his thing.

  Kiss her.

  Fuck her.

  Love her.

  Repeat!!

  Connor

  I've let her have her way, I've given her two orgasms already, now it’s time to give her what we both want and what I've waited for in what seems like forever.

  Crawling up her perfect body, and she is just that, perfect. I don’t see her scars as a turnoff, I see them as survivor wounds and that’s what she did, she survived and came back to me.

  I take her mouth in for the most explosive kiss which makes my eyes roll in the back of my head, I will never tire of kissing her, I capture her moans as I part her drenched pussy lips with my fingers and plunging two into her making her mewl even more. Before she’s had time to register what I'm doing I quickly remove my fingers from her body and replace them with my dick, plunging into her on a quick hard thrust of my hips.

  Jesus… I have missed being inside her.

  I rear back then rock forward into her on another solid push of my hips, I have to stop myself from yelling out as she scrapes her nails down my back because if I do she will stop and it feels to fucking amazing for her to stop right now.

  Her walls are clenching me and I can tell already she’s about to blow again. Which she then confirms.

  “Yes.... god yes, I've missed this.” She cries out as I slow my pace so I don’t come to soon, which I will if I carry on banging into her the way i am, I can already feel my orgasm looming.

  I lean my head down and take one of her pert little nipples in my mouth at the same time I grind onto her clit, and just as my balls tighten and my spine starts to tingle with my orgasm she yells out.

  “Oh shit… Connor I'm coming.” And oh boy does she come, I can feel her juices running all over my dick as I push into her twice more and follow her into total bliss.

  My god that was fucking amazing.

  I collapse on top of her, our sweat soaked bodies sticking together.

  What feels like forever but is only a few moments later she taps me on the shoulder and informs me she has too pee.

  Begrudgingly I push myself up of her and fall in a heap on my bed next to her, then I watch her get up and walk to my bathroom with a slight limp and on shaky legs, and all of a sudden I feel guilty as shit.

  I hurt her.

  She wasn’t ready for this. I've pushed her too far to quick.

  When she returns, she makes her way back and under the covers, she looks up at me with a smile that soon vanishes when she see’s there’s something wrong with me. I know she’s going to ask me what’s wrong and I can’t lie to her, but I don’t want to make her feel like she isn’t wanted or desired because she is, I just know that’s how she will see it, so I need to explain this to her carefully or I'm going to undo all the progress we’ve made together.

  “Spill Blackwood… now.”

  See… what did I just say.

  Pulling her against me she lays her head on my chest and starts to trace my tattoo with her fingertips, relaxing me.

  “I hurt you didn’t I? I pushed you into that, and you weren’t ready.” I blurt out, the guilt eating at me.

  All tattoo tracing comes to a complete halt when she pushes herself up and looks me straight in the eyes.

  “Are you bloody crazy?... I made you kiss me. I started all this, if I didn’t think I was ready I wouldn’t have done it. My leg is a bit sore but that is it, so stop with this bullshit and do it again.”

  I'm a man and when a woman as sexy as my Angel tells me to do her again, who am I to say no?

  We must’ve fell asleep because when I peel my eyes open after the second round of fantastic sex, I notice from my bedroom patio windows that it's starting to get dark outside. And when I look down to my right Allie is fast sleep curled up into my side, her arm fully stretched out over my chest and leg wrapped round me like ivy.

  She looks just like an Angel.

  My Angel.

  And I know in that moment i’d do absolutely anything to protect her. No matter the cost. Even if it would cost me my own life, because without her in mine it wouldn’t be worth living. I’d be dead inside.

  The funny noises coming from my stomach remind me that I've not eaten since the cereal bar I grabbed this morning, slowly sliding out of bed as to not wake Allie, I grab my jeans and go to slide them on when I feel a small hand grab my arm.

  “Where do you think your going Mr?” She asks sleep weighing down her voice, grinning on the inside at her cuteness I tell her.

  “I was just going sort us some food because I'm starving so you must be as well.” Just then her stomach makes a very unladylike noise proving my point. “See?” I say pointing at her stomach with a laugh.

  “Ok clever dick you got me, I'm hungry but it's all your fault, you worked up my appetite.”

  Getting up and heading to the door I throw my t-shirt she threw on the floor at her telling her to stick it on because I'm ordering chinese food, which soon has her moving her arse out of bed.

  “Now you're talking lover boy, you sure know the way to a woman's heart.. Well mine anyway… food always food.”

  “I'll remember that just in case.” I say laughing as we make are way into the kitchen.

  Glancing over my shoulder I see her following me and the breath gets knocked out of me when even in just my t-shirt o, and with what can only resemble a bird’s nest on top of her head, she’s still absolutely flawless.

  When the food finally arrives we sit indian style on my persian rug that apparen
tly adds life to the place according to the very gay interior designer I had to do up the place before I moved in, eating our food out of the containers we sit in silence just enjoying each others company and watching Top Gun on my large TV I have on the wall… her choice not mine.

  After we finish eating I take the empty containers into the kitchen and take the rubbish out, When I walk back through into the living room I have a smile plastered on my face, Allie's only gone and fallen asleep again. So without waking her up I pick her up off the sofa, one hand under her back and the other holding her legs, I cradled her into my body as I make my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. I place her down on the bed as gently as I can, when I remove my arms from around her she buries her face in the pillows and makes a grab for the cover as if she can sense the loss of me.

  As she starts to stir I undress myself leaving me in just my boxers, pulling back the covers I slide in beside her. She automatically curls her body into mine and settles in for the night.

  “Goodnight my Angel.” I say as I kiss the top of her head and drift off to the land of nod myself.

  Feeling truly happy for the first time in my life.

  There is always going

  To be that one

  BITCH

  You’ll feel the urge

  To punch in the face

  Every time you

  See her.

  Allie

  I'm woken up to the sound of the door bell ringing followed by a knock.

  I look up to Connor who's still fast asleep our bodies still entwined. I don't remember getting into bed last night so he must have carried me to his room. He looks so peaceful I don't want to wake him, as I slowly peel myself off him and climb out of bed to dress myself there's another knock on door.

  “Fuck sake give me a chance,” I say to myself with a whisper.

  I can't find my clothes anywhere in this light and because I don't want to wake Connor up I leave his bedroom in just his t-shirt I had on last night. I make my way to the door not knowing who's on the other side. And as I open it slightly to hide most of my body I pop my head out and see a women standing there, looking a little pissed off. This could be because one of two things, one because it took a long time for the door to open or two because I'm standing at the door in nothing but Connors t-shirt, I'm thinking it's probably the latter. But why she’d have the right to be pissed off at me or that? I don’t fucking know.

  “Erm… Hi…. Sorry can I help you?” I'm nervous because of the way she's looking at me, and I've got no clue who she is and I'm barely dressed.

  “I'm here for Connor, I take it he's forgot about me coming by this morning, hence why you're opening the door.” Before I have the chance to say anything she barges past me and through the door of the apartment. Making her way towards the kitchen like she owns the place. And then it comes to me that she knows her way around his apartment.

  Who the fuck is she? She's got a fucking nerve.

  She starts taking things out her bag and placing them on the kitchen unit, a pile of papers, a pen followed by a laptop which I'd say was brand new and must have cost more than I earn in a week. Ok, so she's got money that much I can tell. She makes herself busy as she loads the laptop up and starts to write things down. This gives me time to take her all in. Her long black hair tied up in a tight bun. Her long slender legs, her tiny thin waist, her pulp lips, her tiny little button nose which reminds me of Karina’s. Then I notice what she's wearing…

  A very tight pair of black trousers and a white blouse that looks like her second skin.

  She makes a slight movement and then I see the twins, bloody hell you couldn't miss them even if you tried. They're huge, 34DD easy. Whether they're real or not I don't know, but they sit perfectly. Then I see her shoes, brand new black Christian Louboutins with the red bottoms, yeah you know the one’s. Matching manicured hand with red nail varnish, finished off with a black waisted jacket, no doubt named too.

  I don't know anything about this woman but what I do know is that I officially hate her. She's trying to make a statement, and it obviously wasn't for me as she said she was here for Connor, I wasn't meant be here according to her. Which only makes me think she's after Connor. In more ways than one.

  “Can I help you?” She says mocking me. “You're just standing staring at me.” I jump back like she's bit me, I didn't know I was still staring at her. I blush knowing I've been caught looking her up and down.

  “I don't mean to sound rude... but can I ask who you are and why you're here?” I try to stand my ground ignoring her question. Which I've got away with as she answers me.

  “I'm here for Connor obviously love... hence why I'm here. Where is he anyway? He should have been expecting me today.”

  I notice the little dig she makes there. Making out she's here for Connor, again for more ways than one. And who the fuck is she calling me love? I try to act as if I don't know what kind of game she's trying to play with me. I might be quite and shy most of the time but don't think I can't hold my own, especially when it comes to people like her, and since I've been with Connor I've had my fair share of them. First it was Vanessa, then there was Rebecca. Shit it wouldn't surprise me if it was one of them who attacked me. I mean I knocked Vanessa down a peg or two. Turning into Rocky as Johnny likes to put it. She had every bloody reason to come at me after what I did to her. And Rebecca she's just a fucking wacko job. She'd have done it just for the fun of it because I was with Connor and she wanted me out of the equation. But I'm a survivor and I survived.

  Realizing I've gone back in time and I haven't answered her, I shake my head to rid myself of the nightmare. I look this woman square in the eye as I say.

  “He’s asleep... in bed where I left him.” Two can play this game biatch. This is one game I don't intend on losing.

  Ever.

  I see she's about to say something but stops, she's looking over my shoulder, I’d only need one guess as to what's got her pulling her shoulders back and sticking the girls out even further.

  Connor.

  Pulling on the hem of Connors t-shirt to try and hide the fact I'm naked underneath, also to make myself not so inferior to the woman who looks like she just walked off a Vivienne Westwood runway.

  I glare at Connor for some explanation.

  There’s a set up here

  And I'm stuck in

  The middle of it.

  Connor

  I swear I hear noise coming from the kitchen.

  I spread my arms out and notice there's no Allie. I start to panic for a split second until I hear more noise. It must be her talking, maybe she's on the phone, I'm not sure.

  Could be Karina she's always on the damn thing with her, if they're not talking to each other they're texting back and forth. I swear they have withdrawals if they go without speaking for a long period of time.

  I stretch out in my bed loosening up all my muscles. Oh my god that feels good.

  I get out of bed and find my jeans on the floor where I kicked them off last night, so I pull them up my legs and fasten the buttons. Making my way into the kitchen I hear a voice, I can't quite make out until I get closer to the door. That's when I hear Allie.

  “He's in bed where I left him.” Who's she talking to? And then I remember Jodie. I have a meeting with her this morning as I'm due to go back on tour. Shit I'd completely forgot.

  I haven’t even told Allie about the tour yet.

  I round the corner and walk through the kitchen door. Allie's pulling on the hem of my t-shirt she's wearing looking slightly uncomfortable, and when I look across the kitchen counter I see Jodie's already started without me.

  “Morning, Connor. I've made a start without you, seems as you've forgotten about our meeting this morning. Thanks for that.” She says smiling at me.

  “Sorry Jode, I completely forgot it was today you were coming.”

  I look at Allie and for some reason she looks a little shocked about something.

  “You're Jodie? Con
nors assistant Jodie?” She asks seeming shocked that Jodie’s actually here.

  Nodding her head curtly as she’s looking at something on the laptop, she looks up at Allie with a smile.

  “Yes… I'm Jodie, how is the physio going?”

  It's like I'm at a tennis match, as I flip my head from Jodie then to Allie anticipating her answer.

  “Oh yeah it’s going fine thank you… and I also want to say thank you for finding me Lexi, she’s been a godsend.”

  She waves Allie’s thank you off and carries on looking at the laptop.

  Making my way over to Allie, I wrap my arm around her tiny shoulders, walking us both over to the kitchen island and planting her on a stool so we’re both opposite Jodie.

  “Right first things first, the tour is to kick back off a week from tomorrow. So you and the guys need to get your shit sorted.” Jodie blurts out. That’s when I feel Allie stiffen beneath my hand that’s placed on her bare thigh.

  Shooting Jodie a -shut the hell up look-. I turn and look to Allie, taking her face in my hands.

  “I know you're not ready to dance again yet, and the thought of going on tour scares the ever living shit out of you, this is why I haven’t said anything to you sooner. But I want you to come with me Angel… please? I've only just really got you back and I can’t bare the thought of going without you now, you’ll be safe I promise.” I'm pleading now with her, but I don’t care as long as she’s with me. I know I can keep her safe.

  “Ok.” She says on a barely there whisper.

  “Really?... you’ll come?” I swear I'm hearing things.

  Laughing she says.

  “Yes Connor, I’ll come don’t be so bloody shocked.”

  “I'm sorry, it’s just I thought I’d have to twist your arm a bit more than that.”

  Taking my hands from her face she kisses the back of my hands whilst looking up at me from under her lashes before saying.