[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M/M, HEA]
Corporal is in love with Berlin, but her life is in danger. The only way to keep her safe is to send her to his four cousins, retired soldiers who can watch over her and protect her. He hasn't spoken to his cousins in five years, after a failed ménage relationship in which the woman they loved cheated on them and then overdosed on drugs. It was too much for them to handle, and Corporal ran away from the pain.
When he meets Berlin, the instant attraction makes him think about his cousins and what they all shared before. But men are trying to kill Berlin, and he has to stop them from following her, even if it means dying to do so. His hope is that his cousins fall in love with her, too.
There’s corruption and enemies everywhere, and it will take some true friends from the past, his cousins’ connections, and a bit of faith—not only to save Berlin’s life, but also to mend their broken hearts and find true love, after all.
Note: This book contains double penetration.
Note: This book contains triple penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
More From Love on the Rocks
Oh, God, please. Please let me escape.
Berlin Shay begged to God, to anyone that would listen to her. She gasped, felt the cut to her knee as she slipped on the rocks. It was getting darker. She was running out of time. He was going to find her, rape her, and kill her next. Why hadn’t Vaile listened to her? Yozi was a creep. His buddies Yanni and Banks no better. They didn’t have Vaile’s brother held hostage. Why hadn’t she even told her where they were going? Unless she was in on it? Damn it to hell, she needed Corporal. “Oh.” She slipped again, this time hitting her ribs as she landed on the jagged edges of rocks. She could hear the laughter. She grabbed her side. Her ribs were killing her from the way Banks had kicked her in the side numerous times. They were monsters and they wanted her to be their slave.
“Berlin, stop running, darling. We’re not going to hurt you,” Yanni called out from a distance away. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes darting left, right, but she couldn’t see them. They were hunters, criminals, and Detective Brothers had lied about their capabilities and now he was dead. Oh, God, Vaile. What a freaking mess.
She continued on, moving faster as the ground leveled out. Looking ahead, she could see the heavy brush beyond the small clearing. If she could get there and zig zag between the trees, she could maybe backtrack and get to the highway. Flag someone down, get the hell out of here before they killed her next. She just needed to disappear. If she could get to Corporal, he would help her.
“Berlin! You stop right now, and we’ll go easy on you. We’ll finish what we started, little girl. You’ll have the life with us,” Mozely yelled out to her. Oh, God, were all three of them chasing her? I’m dead. They’re going to kill me. Shit. Where was Corporal? She thought he would wonder why she and Vaile hadn’t made it to his cabin. Maybe he would come looking, knowing about the trouble they were in. Vaile was weak. She’d believed Mozely, Yanni, and Banks’s lies, and now she was dead.
She pumped her arms as she got into the clearing. Her body ached. The part of her tank top where Banks’s had ripped it as he forced himself on her flapped in the wind, she was running so fast. Her life depended upon getting into those woods and getting lost in the thickness of brush and the darkness of night. Thank God they didn’t bring Shark, their vicious dog, or she would have already been caught. I don’t want to get caught by them. Please, God, help me. Help me to put this all behind me and be free.
She got into the thickness of the woods and continued to run as fast as she could. Her arms were scraped from large branches and tree limbs that she tried ducking under, but instead, banged against. She couldn’t stop. Tears streamed down her cheeks and when she went to wipe them away to see clearer, she felt the pain from the bruising on her cheek bone. Banks had struck her so damn hard, she had fallen to the floor. He was huge, and she was petite compared to them. She needed to keep moving. Her ribs ached and her knee throbbed—the cut there was deep, blood seeping from the wound. Her knee was a mess. It burned from the gash there and was now filthy with dirt. Get as far away from them as possible. Soon it would become too dark to run so fast. She would slam into trees and other obstacles. She had to slow down.
She was panting for breath. Low on energy, she had to stop. She looked around her and opted for the thickest set of brush that no one could possibly see through. There was a boulder behind it so she could lean against it and no one could sneak up from behind. She’d learned a lot from Corporal. She wished that he was here with her right now to protect her from these men. She sunk down low, pulled the branches around her, and leaned back against the boulder. She needed to calm her breathing. Save her energy. Her heart hammered inside of her chest and she covered her mouth with her hand. Someone was coming closer.
“I know you’re out here, little girl. I can smell that sweet scent of yours. The one that makes me want to hold you close and make you my woman. Don’t be scared, Berlin. I know you’re not so experienced. Vaile told us. She brought you to us for good reason, just a little earlier than we expected and you saw some things. Things ya shouldn’t have.”
She listened and begged her body to stop shaking. He’d killed a detective. He’d raped and beat her friend Vaile. They were selling drugs, and they were with the man she saw on the television. The one who shot three cops who were still fighting for their lives in the local hospital. She’d seen too much. Knew too much about the men, and when she escaped, catching Banks off guard by slamming her forearm into his throat, then kicking him in the balls to get free from his attempted rape. She climbed out the window and ran. Ran for her life through the woods, and now after running and begging God for freedom, his buddy Mozely was right there. She could see him.
He inched closer and she tightened up, held her breath, and then jerked when she heard the second voice. Yanni.
“We have to go. We need to head back and get rid of the cop. We’ll catch her. There’s no place for her to run and hide. We’ll send Terrence to her place to wait for her. She’s young and has no family. Come on,” Yanni yelled to him.
“Fuck,” Mozely said and turned around.
“She’s mine when we find her. I don’t give a fuck what Banks says. I get to fuck her first.”
“Yeah, good luck with that. He got her scent already, and you know Banks. He won’t rest until she’s in his bed and calling out his name.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she felt like throwing up. She continued to cover her mouth, preventing herself from making any noises. She waited. She counted the time that passed until she got through to about twenty minutes. Now it was super dark, but the moon was out and she would follow that direction toward the highway. She stood up, felt the aches and pains, and pushed onward. I’m not going to die out here. I’m not going to let them win. Those three sick bastards will not get their hands on me. So what that they were soldiers, that they were connected to Dominic Forte? Corporal would protect her. He was all she had left to trust, to guide her, and to save her life. She had to get to him before they did and killed him next.
She stared at him and he saw the uncertainty and fear in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to hug her. They remained that way for a few minutes. Then he couldn’t resist. He pressed his lips to her neck. Then he trailed them to her lips and began to kiss her once again. He slid his hands along her thighs and she ran her hands through his hair kissing him back.
He deepened the kiss and explored her body, cupped her breast, stroked her nipple with the pad of his thumb and she rocked her hips. He reached around her back and unclipped her bra. She pulled from his lips and he held her gaze.
“I need more,” he said and lowered her down over the island, then pressed her bra and shirt up, exposing two very large mounds, deep pink areolas and two hardened nipples. He licked the first one and she moaned softly.
“Grady, we should slow down.”
“In a minute,” he said and suckled her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth. She grabbed his head, lifted her thighs and he rocked his hips against her crotch as he ravished her breasts. He heard the door open, but didn’t worry. He had a feeling it was one of his brothers.
She gasped. “Damon,” she said and Grady’s cock grew even harder.
Grady lifted up, held her hips, and looked at Damon. “Isn’t she incredible?” he asked him.
Damon stared at her in anticipation—or maybe confirmation that Damon found her just as sexy and attractive as Grady had seemed to.
“Are you okay?” Damon asked her.
“I may have finally lost my mind,” she said. Damon licked his lips.
“You’re beautiful and perfect.”
Damon stared at her as Grady cupped her breasts and then leaned down to feast on her other breast.
Damon leaned closer and cupped her cheek. Grady released her breast just as Damon kissed Berlin on the mouth. Instantly, Grady wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted Drover and Corporal to be here and the fear hit him that Corporal may not have intended for this to happen but it did. Corporal had to have wanted this to happen though. He was a planner.
Grady heard Berlin moan and he stepped back and let Damon take his place between her legs. Grady pulled out his cell phone and texted Drover to get his ass down here fast. Then he watched as Berlin held Damon’s head as he ravished her mouth, then her breasts.
* * * *
Damon couldn’t believe what he’d walked into. He only came down here to Berlin’s cabin because he actually missed her and was concerned for her. It struck him hard and he tried to ignore the sensation and attraction, but it was no use. She seemed to accept his limited words and hard demeanor, and that made her attractive in more ways than he was used to. To come down here and see her kissing Grady, letting Grady explore her body… He was instantly hard and wanted to participate. The feel of her fingers running through his hair right now as he ravished her large breasts made his cock super hard. He suckled and pulled and she moaned aloud.
“Holy shit.” He heard Drover’s voice and then lifted up and stared down into her eyes.
“You’re delicious, woman. I could explore you, taste you for hours.” He said to her then pressed his lips to hers. They both looked to the right to where Drover stood, looking intense with his eyes narrowed, his breathing hitched.
“What the hell happened?” he asked. Damn, he couldn’t help but to run his hands along her hips and thighs, then back up, cupping her breasts.
“Cullen asked her out several times in town and wanted to share her with his brothers.”
“What?” both Damon and Drover asked.
“Grady,” she said to him and Damon felt that insecurity and tightness in his chest.
“I told him I wasn’t interested.”
“You should have told him that you’re with us,” Damon ordered. Her eyes widened.
“Well, how could I do that when there isn’t an us? Well, wasn’t an us. I mean, is there an us?” she asked, face scrunched up.
“As soon as you let Drover kiss you and feast on those sexy breasts of yours, there’s an us, and we’re going to set some goddamn rules about men flirting with you in town,” Grady stated.
Damon stroked her cheek and then stepped to the side for his brother to take his place. He watched as Berlin’s expression of intimidation made her look incredibly beautiful. He had his insecurities about this relationship and risking their heart again, but his gut clenched and indicated this was real, so he watched and got more aroused as Drover’s mouth descended onto Berlin’s.