[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, HEA]
Diane Mercury’s love of lingerie and lust for one special agent and his two military brothers send her on a life-changing journey she never expected. She was bored, lacking in self-confidence until fate stepped in and gave her a push. Add in getting de-virginized by three men she’s fantasized for nearly a year, and yep, she’s feeling like she can accomplish anything. But she’s no secret agent, not a woman of adventure and danger unless in bed, with her men, Drake, Lucas, and Mark Santos.
So when she’s asked to be part of a photo shoot in New York the last thing she expects is to be shoved in the middle of her lover’s investigation. She’s held at gunpoint, a witness to numerous murders and some foreign terrorist wants her as a prize in revenge against agent Mark Santos. It will take Mark, his brothers Drake and Lucas, along with the agency, to keep their woman alive and bring down a monster.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
- JK Maxwell
More From The Town of Pearl
Diane Mercury hurried out to her Jeep. It was pouring rain, and tonight turned into the worst night ever. She shouldn’t have let Kelly and Ina talk her into going into Keanter and partying. She hated drinking, she never felt comfortable with any man, and she was definitely not into the one-night-stand thing. Hell, she was a virgin and hated showing off her body. Again, she glanced down at the snug-fitting dress she wore and cowgirl boots. She wanted to look good tonight for the dance floor. This particular place, Murphy’s, was one of the hottest dance halls around. They didn’t even let you in the place unless you dressed up a certain way.
She gripped the steering wheel tighter just as she headed through Croton. Just a few more miles and she would be in Pearl and then her warm, fluffy bed. She thought about the guys who tried to kiss her tonight. The ones who wrapped their arms around her as she danced the two-step around the large oval dance floor. She just couldn’t seem to let go, or to get that creepy feeling out of her head.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me? I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling insecure about my body, my big ass, my hips, and my large breasts. I know I’m no toothpick like Kelly, nor am I what anyone would call petite, but I wish I met someone who made me feel beautiful.
Immediately Diane thought about Mark Santos and his brothers Lucas and Drake. Maybe she was reading into the fact that Mark came into the boutique once a week to buy lingerie and ask her what she liked. It bothered her to think that he was buying lingerie for other women, but it shouldn’t. He hadn’t ever asked her out, or even flirted, except for a bump to her elbow or every now and then she would catch him staring at her. Why would a man like Mark Santos, a federal agent, be interested in her? Mark was so mysterious and sexy. He disappeared for weeks at a time, and she heard through the grapevine, her friend Sage, that he did secret, dangerous jobs for the government. That in itself was sexy.
When she saw him or his brothers in town, which was rarely, she pretended that they were watching her, or maybe they were but she had wished so much that they did pay attention that she actually thought she saw them watching her.
“God, I’m such a loser.”
Mark did show up at some of the strangest times. One minute he wasn’t there and then next he appeared. It was a mystery, and also an ability of his she fantasized about. Like maybe he would just appear in her bedroom one night, naked of course, and ready to take action and claim her virginity?
She felt the car pulling a little to the right as the rain continued to pour down. She was making her way onto the last long road from Croton to Pearl and her mind once again went to the Santos men. She liked them. Hell, she fantasized about them and probably because she knew they would never pay attention to her. She even bought one of those expensive cuckoo clocks that Drake and Lucas hand carved. She loved their work and wondered if it was a kind of therapy for the two men.
Drake was very hard and demanding, with the scars on his arm and one by his eye. His black crew cut hair, and the way he dressed so perfectly was all military. She found his scars and his deep expressions a mystery just as much as she found Lucas’s to be. Except Lucas intimidated her the most. She was afraid of him and the sad, lost look in his eyes. He hardly ever spoke, and stayed clear of town except when there was an event.
All three men were so sexy and tall, over six feet three with muscles and a capability other men just didn’t have. The fact was, even if they did pay attention to her, she probably wouldn’t have the guts to follow her desires. She was shy, insecure, and she needed to change if she ever wanted to be as happy and loved as her sister Melissa.
Diane gripped the wheel as she heard the loud pop and the car swerve.
“Son of a bitch!” she exclaimed, hitting the breaks and pulling off on the side of the road. “A flat tire? Really?” She banged the steering wheel.
She reached for her cell. It was one o’clock in the morning. Who could she call? A series of thoughts went through her head. Should she call her brothers-in-law, Hank, Paul, and Willie? What about Wyatt or even just the sheriff’s department in Pearl to see if one of the other deputies were working and could help? But then she suddenly felt that sensation in her gut.
I can’t continue on this path of weakness and insecurity. I know how to change a tire. Well, I think I know how. Hell, I saw the commercial where the teenager just learned how to drive and her father made her change a tire in the pouring rain. I could do this.
With a new sense of independence, self-confidence, and determination, she opened the door and stepped out into the dark, rainy night, only slightly illuminated by the bright moon.
Someone flicked a small light on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
Lucas set her down onto her heels, and the dress fell from her upper body. He reached out and cupped her breasts. “You’re gorgeous.” He leaned down and licked a nipple.
Diane held on to his shoulders as Drake moved in behind her. He unzipped the dress and the rest of it fell to the rug.
“Hot damn, you’ve got a great ass, baby,” Drake told her.
Lucas pulled back and tore off his shirt. Diane reached for his pants with shaky hands and helped him undo them. She looked so sexy and wanton, yet he could tell she was nervous for her first time. It made him excited, and he wanted this to be perfect for her.
“Are you on the pill, Diane?” Mark asked, and thank God. Not that it mattered, they wanted her forever. Lucas could see her round with their baby, a large family in this huge house they built.
“Yes,” she whispered as Lucas stepped out of his pants and pressed Diane back toward the bed. He pulled her panties from her body, spread her thighs, and held her gaze as he moved closer to her pussy.
“Oh God.” She moaned, and he licked against her pussy lips, tasting her cream.
“You’re so responsive, baby. I think you came a little just from me staring at your pretty little cunt.” He licked her again.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, holding his head, tilting hers back and her breasts forward, and sounding breathless.
Mark and Drake were undressed now, too, as they took position on either side of her.
Lucas heard her moan and looked up to see Drake licking one nipple and Mark feasting on her other breast.
“Oh God, I can’t take it. Do something, Lucas. Please,” she demanded.
He pressed a finger to her cunt and she nearly sprung off the bed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. I want this to be good for you. I want your first time to be memorable,” he told her as he stroked her cunt.
“It is because it’s with the three of you. Please. I feel something inside of me.”
“Easy, baby. We don’t want to hurt you,” Mark told her and then kissed her lips.
Lucas caressed her inner thighs and then stood up between her legs.
“You ready for me, Diane? I can’t hold on. I need you.”
“Yes, please.” She held his gaze intently.
Slowly, as not to hurt her, Lucas began to press his cock between her pussy lips. She tightened up and Mark and Drake pulled on her nipples.
“Oh God!” She moaned aloud. Lucas pressed deeper. He could feel the barrier and his heart soared with love and need so great to possess her.
“You’re mine now, baby. You’re part of us,” he said as he thrust all the way into her, breaking the thin layer of skin and marking her their woman.
“Oh.” She moaned, and then he began to move in and out of her. She held his face between her hands as Mark and Drake leaned back to give them room.
“You feel like heaven,” Lucas said and then kissed her.
Diane wrapped her legs around his waist and began to counterthrust. She was feeling the need and the desire just like him. He could feel her vaginal muscles hug his cock, making each stroke more intense. In and out he increased his speed. He never felt so overwhelmed with emotions. He pulled from her mouth. “Incredible. Fucking incredible. He lifted up and pulled her legs higher, making her gasp and then scream her release.
Over and over again he thrust and thrust until he couldn’t take it any longer. He ran his large hands over her ass cheeks and squeezed and caressed her body. She was a work of art. She looked so beautiful. She smelled so good and felt so perfect.
He called out her name as he thrust into her deep and climaxed. In and out he thrust a few more times and then pulled her against him as he rolled to the side. He couldn’t stop kissing her, caressing her, and holding her.
Drake moved in behind her and started kissing her shoulder. “I love this body, baby. I need you, too.”