Free Lights to My Siren by Lani Lynn Vale

hands clutched at it desperately, still in the same spell I’d been in moments earlier while looking into her eyes.
    I cleared my throat, and took another agonizing step back. I felt like my body was attached to her somehow, and stepping back from her was something that neither my mind, nor my body, wanted to do.
    “You can change in that room right there.” I said, indicating with my finger to the room just beside my own.
    That wasn’t a room I allowed anyone, except my sister, into. It was my own private room, and it meant a lot to me. So, by me allowing her to change in that room, I was welcoming her into my world.
    She turned, opened the door, and closed it softly behind herself. The soft click of the door latch made my feet reluctantly start moving towards my own room.
    I made quick work of my clothes, stripping off my boots, jeans, and then underwear, kicking them all into the corner of the room. I walked, naked, to my bathroom where I had my trunks hanging on a peg to dry out from my morning swim.
    Still slightly damp, I yanked them up my legs, and tied the string into a knot just below my hips.
    I went barefoot, padding back into the hallway and knocking on the door to my office. “You almost done?”
    “Yes, I’m done.” She hesitated, and then added, “Can you tie me up?”
    My grip on the handle tightened momentarily before I opened it and walked through the door.
    I didn’t see her at first, but as soon as I made it all the way inside, I found her nearly behind the door, staring at a picture of me that was taken during my time in the Marines.
    I’d been on my second deployment when that certain one had been taken. It was of me and three of my best friends the day before they were killed in a fire that had overtaken seven villages before it’d been contained.
    “You all look cute in your bunker gear.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder at me.
    Her smile froze on her face as her eyes traveled from my face, to my chest, and down to my lower half. She froze, taking in my swim trunks that hung low on my hips. I had to will my dick to behave, especially when the tiny little strings she was holding slipped loose from her hold, and loosened the tiny triangles that were the only thing covering her breasts.
    Clearing my throat, I startled her, causing her to spin around, presenting me with her back. Not before I saw the dark outline of her pretty nipple, though. They weren’t huge, but they weren’t small, either. I wanted to suck them with my mouth and devour them.
    Instead, I walked up behind her, lifted my hands, and followed the strings around her neck until it met the triangle of fabric covering her breasts. From there, I ran my fingers along the outside of the fabric, making Baylee shiver in anticipation.
    Once my fingers met the strings that were hanging limply in front of her, I pulled until they were wrapped around her back. From there, I tied them in a knot.
    “You were supposed to do it in a bow.” She instructed, voice heavy with something I couldn’t identify.
    “I don’t do bows. I’ll do a knot though. Sorry.” I rasped before letting my fingers trail from the knot I tied down her back, until it came to a stop just above the curve of her ass. “Let’s go swim.”
    Reluctantly, I took two steps away from her, tugged open the door, and stood to the side as she followed me out.
    “I really don’t know how to swim. If you’re serious about me going out there, you’ve got to understand that.” She shivered, only this time it was because of fear, not need.
    “I can do that. I won’t let you go. Promise.” I said soberly.
    She stopped and turned just as we reached the back door.
    “Pinky promise?” She asked, holding up her tiny little pinky.
    I looked from her uplifted pinky to her face, seeing the seriousness in her eyes, and did what any man would do.
    I fucking pinky promised.

Chapter 6
    Never do anything you’d be too embarrassed to tell the paramedics
    -Life