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cakes and buns.”
    Helmet? Sandals? Messenger of the gods? Either this loudmouthed youth with limbs too long for his body was deluded, or he was the Roman god, Mercury. And when she glanced at the coffee table, the teen really had brought a wonderful array of cakes and buns. Not that it made any difference. She wanted to ram his insults down his throat, but Jase still cradled her against his chest.
    If Jase thought a little thing like him physically restraining her could stop her, he’d best think again. Her tongue was her fiercest weapon, probably because it got so much practice.
    She beamed her sweetest, most beguiling Siren’s smile. “Messenger of the gods. Gosh, kid, I’m so, so sorry. Haven’t they told you that you’re redundant yet? Or are your gods too dumb to use a cell phone?”
    Jase’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.
    He’s one arrogant, sexy male, but he’d better watch his back . Sirens were born fighters as fierce in battle as they were in bed, but with him, she felt safe and protected. How sappy is that? She should be standing her ground and grinding her enemies into dust. Instead, she snuggled closer to his body and wished he’d love her into sensual bliss.
    A spark kindled between her legs, and her cunt overheated. Fierce and proud, all she wanted was a casual fling. A chance to lose her virginity before she moved on and lived her life—without him. No commitment. No strings. That’s the Siren way. Right? Then why did his slight woodsy essence and the warmth of his chest make his arms the best place she’d been in a while? A long while. Maybe ever, but she refused to think about that. What he lacked in good manners, he made up for in sheer, unadulterated masculinity. He smelled sweet and earthy, and when he held her like this, her one-night stand grew more appealing by the minute.
    Before she could argue, Jase swept her off her feet and started up the stairs. “You should fix your hair or something. I’ll take you up to your room.”
    Whatever he intended, she was willing—eager, really. She nestled into his chest, her broken wrist cradled in her good hand. He marched through an open bedroom door, then stopped abruptly as if surprised to see the bed—a king-size one with silken sheets and piles of pillows that looked so soft and squishy she just knew she’d sink into them.
    Lindy stroked his cheek, her smile pure provocation and delight. As she wriggled her body against his, Jase slowly let her breasts slide down his torso. She reached up and locked her arms around his neck. Her nipples rubbed at her beer-stained top, and a tingle sizzled through her pussy.
    Stuff you, Neptune. I’m about to get laid.
    Her body ached for him. Sirens were as horny as they were beautiful, and she’d never needed a man more. She ground her cunt against his thighs in invitation. Judging by the way his cock reared up in his jeans, he definitely liked that. Her gaze homed in on his lips, and she wanted a taste. No, not true. She wanted to gorge herself on his kisses or feast on his dick. With a soft, eager moan, she ran one hand over his chest, then moved lower until she found his washboard abs. The contours of his muscles fascinated her, so she stroked them again.
    Back home in Scopuli, she’d seen every shape and shade of men, bare-chested and besotted by Siren song. Not one of them compared to Jase. He was strength and safety, but his mocking air confused her. She wanted to reach up and free his hair from that band and let it fall around his shoulders, but a stern light lingered in his eyes. She took the coward’s route and concentrated on his dick. At least that part of him liked her—and she liked it right back.
    Another roll of her hips, and she licked her lips. He didn’t speak, just curled one arm around her waist and yanked her body closer to his. She loved how his cock poked at her belly. Another groan, and she snaked her hand between them and unfastened his jeans. His penis escaped