A Wilde Wedding Night (MFMM)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Western Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, HEA]
In 1951—after receiving her college degree, Carol Faxon meets three brothers, Jack, Tom, and Will, who sweep her off her feet with their uncivilized charm.
Returning from the Korean War, Jack Wilde is met by his two brothers, Tom and Will, and the woman of their dreams. But the curvy dreamboat is an outsider, and the unusual ways of their family will be difficult for her to understand and accept. Difficult or not, the three brothers are determined to win her heart and her hand.
At a raucous, popular nightclub, the sexy cowboys propose something very strange.
Will this virgin see past what she’s known to be acceptable in her world and follow the three sexy cowboys all the way to Wilde, Nevada, to the altar, and eventually to their wedding-night bed?
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A Siren Erotic Romance
Chloe Lang is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Heather Faith
San Francisco – July 14, 1951
Carol Faxon took another drink of the cool water. Thankfully, the shot of penicillin the doctor had given her for her sinus infection seemed to be working. She could breath more clearly, but her ears were still stopped up.
“Another dance, baby?” Jack Wilde sure knew how have fun. Wearing his Army uniform, he looked a lot like Gary Cooper.
She shook her head. “I’m not sure my feet can take another dance, fellows.”
His brothers, Tom and Will, looked disappointed.
Tom, who reminded her of Tyrone Power, said, “Doll, it’s only midnight. Rest up a couple of songs, then I’ll spin you around the dance floor. What do you say?”
As if on cue, the band fired up another song that made hearing the brothers even harder. Will put his arm around her shoulders. He could’ve almost passed for Cary Grant’s twin.
Tom said something again, but she wasn’t quite sure what with her ears in their current condition and the music and crowd being so rowdy and loud. Trying to concentrate was becoming a challenge tonight. She’d awoken this morning with her sinuses giving her fits. Knowing this was her last night with the three sexy brothers, she took the only open appointment her doctor had in the middle of the afternoon. She hadn’t told the guys about it. Three weeks ago, she’d been a little under the weather, and they had made her go to bed and fed her chicken soup until she thought she would never be able to eat it again. Besides, this was their last night together and she wasn’t about to ruin it with a silly infection.
“Well, let me go first then, Carol.” Jack got down on one knee. He took her hand in his. “My brothers and I may have only known you a short time, but you have captured our hearts.”
“You have mine, too.” She took a deep breath, hoping the medicine inside her would unstop her ears and fast. Jack said more, but she had missed it.
He paused, waiting for her to answer. What had he asked her? To marry him, no doubt. But could she be sure? She was shivering like a school girl. This was no way a woman with a degree in biology from Stanford should be acting. This is nineteen fifty-one and I’m a modern woman.
She’d worked hard to finish college. Saying ‘yes’ to a proposal would mean leaving all that behind.
“So, what do you say, baby. Will you marry us?”
She grinned at the irony that her stopped up ears had twisted his words into an impossible dream, her impossible dream. She wouldn’t have to choose. She’d fallen for all three brothers, but knew she could only have one. Jack was on his knees in front of her, asking her to marry him, not us.
Stanford was behind her, and she was ready to choose a new path.
“I will,” she answered, feeling nervous and excited about what was to come.
Each of the brothers kissed her. Of course, Tom’s and Will’s kisses must’ve of been congratulatory in nature, nothing more. But they’d seemed a bit too intimate to her at the time. She chalked it up to fatigue.
The rest of the evening was a haze. Each of the brothers took her out on the dance floor, one after another, over and over, until the crowd thinned and the band put up their instruments.
The last thing she remembered was the three hunky cowboys at her door, promising to be back early to pick her up and take her to their new home, her new home, in Wilde, Nevada. Just before her exhaustion pushed her into unconsciousness, she thought about what tomorrow would bring. She would be Mrs. Jack Wilde, which thrilled her. But God help me, I love all three of them.
She gazed up into the cloudless night sky filled with millions of stars. When a bright streak shot across the blackness, she gasped. Pointing, she said, “Look, a falling star.”
“Hurry up, sweetheart. Make a wish.” Jack took her hand and squeezed.
She hadn’t seen such beauty in the sky since seeing the northern lights one early spring night during her childhood in Maine. Closing her eyes, she made her wish.
“What did you wish for, baby?” Tom asked.
She shook her head. “If I told you, that would ruin the magic.”
“So that’s how you’re going to play this.” His mouth curved up into a wicked grin. “Well, I think it’s time to show you a little more magic, sweetheart.” Then he lifted her back up into his arms once more.
She hoped they were going to make love to her again. She’d never expected her own body could experience such glorious feelings. She wanted to learn more and more about the bedroom, both for her own pleasure and for the pleasure of her husbands.
Tom carried her back into the bedroom. Jack had remade the bed and it looked so inviting to her.
Gently, Tom lowered her facedown onto the soft blankets and pillows. “Time for your next lesson, baby.”
Though she was unsure what was coming next, anticipation overwhelmed her. Her cravings for the sensations they’d given her earlier drove her mad.
Tom crawled onto the bed next to her. His hands drifted lightly down her back, raising goose bumps on her skin. Jack got on the other side of her and began stroking her hair. She felt Will position himself between her legs, pushing his fingers up and deeply through her sex. Her husbands’ intimate touches incited a hundred hot vibrations inside her.
She felt Tom apply something slick to her backside, which puzzled but also aroused her. Odd, but true.
Turning her head to the side, she came face-to-face with Jack. He smiled and plastered his full lips to her mouth just as Tom pierced her tightness back there with his finger. The pain was tolerable, especially since it gave birth to something stronger and more powerful—unabashed desire.
Will continued pressing her sex with his hand, making her even wetter than before. “I can’t wait to have you, love. I want to fill you up with my cock.”
His words ignited a firestorm inside her. Crazed and so very hot, she began to pant.
Jack stroked her chin. “We’re all here for you, Carol. This is all for you.” As he licked her neck, she felt her heat grow in her pussy.
Tom continued to manipulate her ass, sending in another finger inside her. His handling of her backside expanded her need for more from her husbands, her need to have them inside her body once again.
Jack reached between the mattress and her chest, and she felt him capture her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. When he pinched her tiny bit of flesh, she moaned, licking her lips.
“You’re all I could’ve ever dreamed of, darling.” Will applied the perfect torture to her clit with his hand, making her deliciously dizzy.
She felt Tom crawl on top of her, pinning her body with his entire weight. The tip of his dick touched her anus, making her shiver. Realization of what he was about to do caused her to hold her breath, though she was willing to surrender everything to him, to all of them.
“Baby, keep breathing,” Tom instructed.
“I’m trying,” she choked out.
He kissed her neck and whispered, “Trust me, Carol. This will give you pleasure.”
His words softened her anxiety just a bit, and she was able to breathe more deeply.