[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Western Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, HEA]
Desperate to escape her scandalous past, Victoria Edison heads west to a respectable future. When a storm traps her for three nights on the J Bar C Ranch, she’s faced with a choice of marriage or shame.
Jed Adams says he detests the shrew but she can cook and, since his partners want her, agrees to wed the voluptuous woman in a civil ceremony. But their new life is destroyed when the wedding is annulled by a vengeful business rival. Unless they remarry with a preacher, Victoria will lose the respectability she craves, Clint and Riley will lose the woman they’ve come to love, and Jed will lose the new light in his life. But Jed’s the son of a vicious Bible-thumping hypocrite and will have nothing to do with a preacher.
Can Victoria face the rival’s wrath, and Jed his nightmarish past, to bring love into their lives?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Reece Butler is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 CUPS: "Victoria Edison knows all about scandal. In the East, her mother has made quite a name for herself and Victoria wants nothing to do with her. Jed Adams hears nothing but shrewish words coming out of Victoria's mouth and he knows he is going to detest the woman. But even with the volatile attitude she has that sets him off, he cannot help but admire the succulent body she has. Clint Fortune and Riley Jansen are co-partners with Jed on the J Bar C Ranch. While Jed may have a hard time handling the feisty eastern woman, Clint and Riley know she is the woman they have been looking for. Somehow Victoria finds that she is once again in the heat of scandal when her stubbornness gets her into more trouble than she can handle. Determined to fix it, she agrees to marry Jed, not realizing that by doing so, she has also committed herself to Clint and Riley. But the J Bar C Ranch's nemesis is out to damage the three men who own it and he will strike them where it hurts the most. Will Victoria get the love of a lifetime with the three men who hold her heart, or will she once again find herself in the middle of a scandal with no way out? Ms. Butler has written a great tale that includes characters that seemed to mesh extremely well. I liked how each of the men had different characteristics and temperaments that complimented and had them fitting into the story like puzzle pieces. The villain in this story was also depicted quite brilliantly and I despised him even before I actually met him. 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands is a fulfilling and tantalizing tale that hit all the right spots in my reading palet." -- Danielle, Coffee Time Romance & More
"Victoria Edison has found a way to escape the scandal of her parentage and the east coast by heading west and acting as a housekeeper for a wealthy man. But, when she arrives there she finds out that the wealthy man she is working for might be a little on the shady side. But, she has struck a bargain and when a couple of cowboys show up and take possession of some of the materials she is tasked with caring for she insists that she has to stay with it. She never expected to be stuck in a storm alone (no chaperone) with Clint and Riley for three nights. Or that they will be joined by a third man (Jed Adams). Now she is ruined and the scandal free life she was hoping for seems to be a thing of the past. That is until she finds out that the men want to marry her, and that being married to more than one man might not be that outrageous in this valley. But, will Jed ever come to love her like Clint and Riley do? He is the one she is legally married to but also the one that says he can’t put up with the woman, though she is growing on him. When suddenly a rival insists that their marriage isn’t legal, and that unless remarried by a preacher will be annulled, Victoria is devastated as Jed won’t have anything to do with preachers. But, will he change his mind when faced with losing Victoria? Can her love help him through the nightmares of his past (which deal with a bible thumping hypocrite father) and make them all a true family? Bride Train is a series that has keep my interest since book one. On Book 5, 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands that interest is still as alive as it was on book one. Ms. Butler is able to keep the series fresh and interesting while also allowing the characters and scenario’s to grow as the town grows. 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands is a fast paced love story which shows the relationship between one woman and three very different men grow independently. But that independent growth makes the overall whole relationship even stronger. Fans of historical western romances and who aren’t afraid of a little steamy ménage need to pick up 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands, and hang on for the ride." -- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
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“Ma’am,” Jed said quietly, “if you stand up so Clint can get that crate, we won’t have to touch you.”
“I am not moving until you put Mr. Smythe’s belongings in his house!”
Clint’s eyes lit up. He nodded politely and reached, aiming for her waist.
She screamed as if he was about to slit her throat or something. Clint stopped.
Jed swung himself onto the wagon behind the woman. He put his hands around her waist and lifted. She screeched, flinging her arms up and kicking back at him. Her boot caught his shin. He muttered a curse and spread his legs so she couldn’t hit him again. Meanwhile, Clint handed the heavy crate down to Riley, who stashed it on their wagon, grinning the whole time.
She threw her head back and banged it on his shoulder, almost hitting his chin. Now that they had what they came for, he laughed at her efforts to hurt him. There was enough hair piled in her bonnet that, no matter how hard she hit, it wouldn’t hurt.
He should have put her down, but who knew when he’d touch a woman again. Her waist was thick enough that his fingers didn’t touch. Wide hips flared under his hands. Her full bottom rubbed against his pants as she struggled. His cock automatically reacted, straining to escape. It didn’t matter that she was the last woman he’d want in his bed. She was female, she was soft, and that made him damn hard.
He gave in to his devil and looked down. Sure enough, she had breasts that might even overflow his large hands. He leaned into her neck and inhaled. He smelled a light scent under the expected stink from traveling a week or more without the chance to bathe. He took another whiff. Did every woman smell so good even when she stank?
She shuddered and stopped fighting. “Put me down so I may find the sheriff and have you all arrested.”
Instead, Jed lifted her up and down to judge her weight. Too cantankerous for him, but there were two other ranchers looking for wives. She was big enough to hold on to and not break if a man got carried away now and then. That meant she was big enough to handle three men. Luke Frost at the Circle C already had his eye on Sarah Unsworth, but maybe the Southern boys on the Flying X would want her. Pity about her high-handedness and fishwife screech. He’d never take orders from a woman, other than Aunt Chrissie. She saved his life, so he owed her. Not this one, though.
“You got your way with me, you cur, so let me go!”
“If I’d done that, ma’am, you’d be too limp to talk.”
Riley burst into laughter. Even Clint smiled. She gasped and a bright flush appeared above her tight collar. She understood the other meaning of what she’d said, and his reply. She wasn’t so innocent after all.
“Set the woman down, Jed.”
Owen Barstow, his vest sporting the five-pointed star recently handed over from Frank Chambers, had strolled over from the jail next door. Jed saw his bushy moustache twitch when he looked over the situation. Barstow’s new wife was well known to be opinionated, so he’d be used to cantankerous women.
“Sure thing, Sheriff.”
Jed gave her a quick squeeze before he set her feet down and released her. He quickly turned away and hopped off the side of the wagon. He figured she was the type to take a swing at him, but he also had to get behind something to hide his cock’s eagerness. He nodded a howdy at Barstow, who turned his head before winking, so the woman wouldn’t see. Jed felt his ears burn. The man missed nothing.
“Sheriff? Oh, thank goodness!” She wavered and grabbed onto the wagon seat.
Barstow tipped his hat at the woman and nodded a greeting at the delivery men.
“You seem a mite riled, ma’am. What’s yer story?”
She clasped her hands in front of her so hard her fingers were white. She cleared her throat and smiled at the sheriff. It changed her face from mulish to almost handsome. Not pretty, but not so bad that you’d only want to bed her after blowing out the lamp.
“I am Miss Victoria Edison, and I have a contract with Mr. Frederick Smythe to deliver his goods to this address and set up his household. I’m to be his housekeeper until other arrangements are made. I was pleased when these men offered to help unload, but they put the last three boxes on their wagon. Please demand these thieves return what they stole!”
“Thieves?” Barstow’s eyebrows rose. “You mean Jed Adams, Riley Jansen, and Clint Fortune?”
He pointed to each man as he named him. Jed and Clint nodded while Riley, being Riley, took off his hat and gave the woman a charming smile. He said females liked his blond hair, so he made sure they knew about it first thing.
“Yes. They took Mr. Smythe’s most precious goods.”
Her smile disappeared when she looked at Jed. In fact, her expression resembled Grandpa Fortune’s old billy goat, the one with the evil eye and worse temper. He winced in memory of the times he’d been caught by that damned goat and knocked arse over teakettle.
“We aren’t stealing anything, ma’am,” said Clint calmly. She sent her glare his way. “Mr. Smythe seems to have forgotten we have a contract. He took our cattle but never paid. So we’re going to hold these crates as a reminder.”
“When we get the gold, he gets his boxes back,” added Riley.
He showed her what he meant, taking a large nipple into his mouth. He pressed the firm nub against the roof of his mouth. He rolled her nipple forward and back with his tongue. Clint shifted. She gasped and leaned down, pressing her breast in his face. She seemed unbalanced, so he stood, holding her by the breasts. Clint dove back in, licking her pussy like a starving man.
When Clint came up for air, it was Riley’s turn to carry Victoria. He picked her up carefully, making sure his hands didn’t slip on her wet thighs. He laid her on the bed. She rolled onto her stomach and stretched. She was full of curves, all pink and glistening on the white sheet.
Clint wiped his face with a flannel and sat on the end of the bed.
“What are you going to do with me?” She rolled onto her back, arms and legs spread-eagle in welcome.
Riley’s hand dropped to his cock. He spread the drop at the end over his glans, imagining it was her tongue. She stared at him and licked her lips.
“You want this?” he asked, pointing his cock at her.
Her nostrils flared. She nodded.
“Lie on your back, Ry,” said Clint. “I think the lady is tall enough that you can lick her sweet puss while she sucks your cock.”
“What are you going to be doing, Clint?” Victoria got up on her knees to make space for Riley. She fingered her pussy, where his mouth would soon be, and smiled.
“I’m going to stretch your ass,” said Clint. His eyes flared, and his cock bounced.
Victoria blanched for a moment. She swallowed. “Are you going to put your cock in?”
“Only if you want me to, honey. We can have lots of fun just stretching you out. Anytime you want, I’ll stop. We’ve got years and years left to try it.”
Her white teeth nibbled her bottom lip. Riley imagined her doing that to his cock. It jumped in agreement. She nodded at Clint. His shoulders slumped for a moment in relief. She turned to Riley and crooked her finger at him. A rush of need swelled his balls, already near bursting. He scrambled onto the bed, rested his feet against the headboard, and spread his legs. He reached for her, unable to stop the wild grin of eagerness.
She moved to the bottom of the bed and climbed on. He tilted his head back to watch. Long, golden-brown hair fell around her. She went onto her hands and knees. Two full globes hung from her chest, each dotted with a tight nipple. They swayed as she moved. He couldn’t wait for one to drop into his mouth.
She stalked toward him like a lion, eager and hungry. She kissed his upside-down lips when her face reached his. He kept his arms on the mattress, giving her total control. She placed her hands on either side of his shoulders and kissed a line down his chest. Her breasts trailed along behind her mouth. They dragged over his face, falling on either side of his nose. Her hair tickled him, making a curtain around her head. Then she dangled her hair over his cock. Silky, yet almost rough when she took a handful and lightly slapped him with it.
Impatient, he reached for her knees and pulled them beside his ears. Swollen pink flesh dangled over his tongue. He lifted his head and licked between her inner lips. He lapped up her hot, fragrant fluid.
Then she scratched her teeth over his cock, and he almost swallowed his tongue.