[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Overweight computer nerd Brooke Armstrong lives her dream of store ownership. When she witnesses a drug deal gone bad, the killer is intent on seeing her dead. Scared for her life and that of her family’s, she reluctantly accepts protection from two hot bodyguards, Gavin Kirkwood and Riley Landon.
Gavin can’t believe how much Brooke entices him. He’s drawn to her lush curves and intelligent mind. He knows she will make the perfect submissive for him and Riley.
Never in her wildest dreams did Brooke think the muscular former military man would find her attractive, but when he ties her up and demands her obedience, she’s in heaven.
Too bad the killer won’t let them revel in their passion. After a kidnapping gone wrong that ends in a do or die battle, the killer is brought to justice. How can the men convince Brooke they want her in a permanent ménage relationship?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Melody Snow Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 HEARTS: "I really enjoyed this book. Ms. Monroe managed to write a book that to me had the perfect mix of hot sex, some really good BDSM scenes (that are on the mild side), action, mystery and character development. I loved that you actually got to know Brook, Gavin and Riley and I think that made the spicier scenes in the book even more enjoyable since I was so invested in the characters. But then again, with men like Gavin and Riley, how could the sex scenes not be the scorchers that they are. This is the eighth book in the Pleasure, Montana series, but the first book that I’ve read and I had absolutely no problem jumping into the series with this book, and I’m so glad that I did." -- Amy Hopkins, The Romance Studio
5 BLUE RIBBONS: "BODYGUARDS OF PLEASURE kicks off with an intense murder scene and poor Brooke running for her life, and while that rest of that drama unfolds throughout the storyline, readers are treated to a sizzling and sometimes humorous romantic entanglement between Brooke, Gavin and Riley. I love that Melody Snow Monroe put some insight into her characters and made her heroine an intelligent, full-figured woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind. Of course Gavin and Riley are sex personified everything you’d expect an alpha male to be, which makes them super appealing – either on their own or as a package deal. BODYGUARDS OF PLEASURE is a fun, intense storyline with plenty of sexual tension and romance to keep readers fully entertained until the very last page – then sends you in search of the other titles in Ms. Monroe’s PLEASURE, MONTANA series." -- Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies Reviews4 KISSES: "Bodyguards of Pleasure by Melody Snow Monroe is eighth book in the Pleasure, Montana series. While it can be read as a stand alone, you will better understand the subtleties having read prior stories in this series. Brooke is successful in her business but not so successful with her personal life. She is extremely confident in her abilities with a computer but self-conscious about how she looks and that affects her comfort in social settings. The intimate arrangement forces her to interact at a personal level with both Gavin and Riley. And while Gavin and Riley are two very different individuals, they both find themselves taken by the woman who emerges as Brooke becomes more comfortable with the men. I enjoyed this tale by Ms. Monroe. She gave us fully developed characters. They merged to make a wonderful whole. While each character had his or her issues, we saw their emotional growth. I thought this was story was well written and believable. I look forward to reading more from this author."-- Tangie, TwoLips Reviews
More From Pleasure, Montana
In the cold, dark alley, Brooke Armstrong stilled to the harsh sounds of fists meeting bone and flesh. She whipped around to find the sickening source, and adrenaline rushed through her veins. Two men were brutally duking it out behind the Pleasure Hotel a half block away, causing her heart to drop to her stomach. Her breath caught.
On instinct, she inched closer to get a better look in the dim light. Too bad the lamp over the door wasn’t enough to identify who they were. She’d seen her share of friendly, drunken fistfights. This wasn’t one.
You need to leave.
More deadly pounding echoed down the narrow passageway. Her common sense told her to rush inside and call the cops, but her feet refused to respond. She wanted to see what happened next.
The taller man, wearing a gray hoodie, landed a huge blow to the shorter one’s gut then smashed his face with a right hook. Holy crap. Brooke squinted and held her breath. The injured man staggered backward and tumbled on his ass. Her body jerked as if she’d been hit.
Get up, mister. Please.
Before the downed man could recover, Mr. Hoodie sprang forward and placed a foot on the man’s chest. Her pulse raced. The attacker’s head bobbed as he shouted something, but she couldn’t make out the words.
Mr. Hoodie shifted slightly and light glinted off his knife. Oh, shit. Her body trembled, forcing her to glance down the alley to see if anyone else was near. She strained to hear sirens blaring, hoping someone had already contacted the authorities, but there were no sounds other than her ragged breaths and the victim’s cries.
Get out of here.
Morbid curiosity held her captive. Just one more second then I’ll leave.
The tall man dropped to his knees and held the man down while he stabbed him in the belly over and over again. Bile rolled into her throat.
Brooke dragged her hands down her sides. She wanted to help the victim, but she was no match against a man with a knife.
Cold air streaked up her nostrils. Panic and anxiety had a death grip on her and she couldn’t move.
The attacker ripped open the man’s gut with one stroke and stuck his hand inside the guy’s belly. This can’t be happening. The bizarre scene looked like it came straight from a horror flick. Things like this didn’t happen in Pleasure, Montana.
Reality finally crashed in on her and she screamed. The killer jerked his head up and lasered her with a glare. Without hesitating, he shot to his feet and charged, bloody knife waving.
The back door to her store sat between her and the killer. She’d never make it in time. You have to. Her mind muddied and all sounds disappeared except for blood pounding in her ears.
Finally, her mind cleared enough for her to react. Pulse in overdrive, she sprinted the thirty feet to the back door of her store and grabbed the handle. Her fingers slipped on the metal latch. Even though it was a brutally cold February night, sweat beaded on her palms. She tugged again, but the door refused to open.
I can’t get enough air. Breathe. “Open, you fucker.”
Feet pounded down the alley. He shouted at her, but her brain refused to understand his words. The meaning, however, was clear. She was next to die.
He was close, so close. Sharp pains streaked across her body. She depressed the handle five more times. Finally, the door sprung open, and she shot inside.
Close the door. Lock it. Now!
She turned around to flip the deadbolt closed. Her hands were trembling so hard, she fumbled to get the bolt through the metal loop. Heart hammering against her ribs, she inhaled deeply and finally succeeded.
The horrible man pounded on the door, and every muscle froze. Her mind tried to sort through what she needed to do. Her gaze shot to the storefront door to make sure she’d locked it.
She ran to her office in the back, knocking against the doorjamb, and bruising her thigh. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Clutter covered her desk, and she tossed the papers on the floor looking for her freaking cell. “Where are you? Come on. Come on.”
There. She lifted it, pressed a button to turn it on, and dialed 911.
It rang. Answer, Connie. The sheriff’s office had one dispatcher.
“This is 911, what is the nature of your emergency?” Connie said, as calm as could be.
“Connie, it’s me, Brooke.” Her tongue tripped over itself trying to tell her all that had happened. “Someone is trying to break into the back of my store right now. He killed a man. He saw me.” Glass shattered. “Oh, shit. He’s here.”
With no time to think, she dropped the phone and charged into the store. That hooded man was climbing through a broken window causing more adrenaline to slam through her veins. She froze and stared.
He waved a knife. “You!”
Exiting out the back was her only chance. She groped the handle to unlock the deadbolt and struggled to drag the latch back. Once open, she sprinted outside. Brooke looked left then right, trying to determine where to go. The dead man was still in the alley by the hotel, but so was the back entrance. It was the nearest escape route. If she could get through the lobby to Main Street, someone would be there to help.
Except for a few lights on the back of the establishments, the dirt alley was dark. She prayed she didn’t step in a pothole. No one would hear her if she screamed, so she saved her breath. Pumping her arms, she focused on her destination. A door behind her banged closed.
Please, please, don’t let him get me.
“You smell good, baby.”
She hadn’t put on any perfume. It was merely her body lotion, but she was pleased he liked it. As much as she enjoyed him nuzzling her neck, she wanted him to hurry. Once she was naked, the real loving could begin. Today would be the day she’d make love to both of her men at the same time in the truest sense. A delicious shiver shimmied along her spine.
Warm hands crawled up her back. They belonged to Riley. He unhooked her bra before her shirt disappeared. As if he couldn’t wait for Gavin to undress her, Riley slipped his hands around to the front and slid them under her loose bra.
“Oh, sugar. You are divine.” He licked that sensitive spot right below her ear.
She groaned and dropped back her head.
His fingers went to work on her nipples. She’d missed the men’s loving affection. Unable to stop the moan, she pressed her lips together.
Riley’s breath became distant. “It’s okay, sugar, to moan and groan. It lets us know what we’re doing feels good.”
“Thank you, Masters.”
In a quick lift, her T-shirt was gone, but her nipples didn’t pebble from the cold. Either the men’s body heat had warmed the air or the portable heater was doing its job. She was even beginning to sweat, but if she said anything, they might stop their loving ways.
She figured out that Gavin was in front and Riley behind. Gavin lowered her straps and soon her bra landed on the ground.
He lifted both her breasts and rubbed his face across the top. His stubble slightly abraded her skin, and the roughness excited every inch of her. She yearned to have his lips suck on her nipples and send a delicious ache to every corner of her body.
Riley twisted her to the side. From the way his hands moved to her shoulders he was now in front. He unsnapped and zipped her pants. The men divested her of her jeans and panties all in one movement. Totally naked, she stood before them, but none of the expected embarrassment returned. They’d shown they loved her for who she was and seemed to be quite enamored with her body.
“Kneel, sub, and show me some respect.”
Riley’s command made her belly clench. She gripped his wrists and lowered herself to the ground.
“Gavin, tie her hands behind her back. I can’t have her touching me.”
This was it—the time when she’d be at their mercy. Her cream dripped down her thigh. Gavin’s feet shuffled to the right. He returned and pulled her arms back gently. She thought he’d tie her wrists. Instead, he wrapped the soft rope around her upper arm, tied it off, then wrapped it tightly all the way to her wrists, making her breasts taut and uplifted.
Gavin must have knelt behind her, because his palms stroked her face. “You are the most amazing woman. I love that you are so obedient. I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreamed of making love with you again.”
He lifted the hair from her neck and trailed kisses across her shoulder.
“Enough,” Riley commanded. “Suck my cock and don’t dawdle.”
She bit back her smile, opened her mouth, and tilted her head forward. Riley placed a hand on her head to guide her to his cock. The moment his tip touched her lips, the coils in her belly tightened. Before she had the chance to open her mouth and draw him in, Gavin reached around her and fondled her breasts.
“God, but you are amazing.”
It’s hard to concentrate.
Riley’s fingers pressed on her skull. She understood what she needed to do. Not wanting him to come before he made love with her, she didn’t tease him first. Instead, she eased his length into her mouth. With effort, she relaxed her throat to take him deep.
“Oh, sugar. That’s a good girl.” He groaned then pressed his cock deeper still while maintaining the pressure on her head.
You can do this. You want to do this.
Her breaths came out too fast for her to calm down. Riley didn’t move, but Gavin sure did. He widened her stance and placed his cock between her legs. Her juice coated his dick as he dragged it over her sensitive slit.
Streams of pleasure gurgled through her veins. Her throat loosened, and more of Riley filled her mouth. Riley lowered his hand to her jaw. She lifted up on his length and dropped back down, trying to take in more of him with each pass.
“So good. You’re the best.”
Encouraged by his words, she tightened her lips and lightly dragged her teeth over his pulsating shaft.
Just as her teeth reached the top, Riley pulled away.
“Too much, sugar. You are so fucking hot.”
He lifted her to a stand and swooped her up in his arms. The sudden flight made her heart jump. He walked her a few feet before setting her down. The cinnamon-scented candles filled this end of the room.
As if the men had hand signals, Gavin untied her arms. When she lowered them to her side, Riley rubbed them.
“I want you to raise your arms. We’re going to thoroughly enjoy you.”