[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Grief counselor Lena Conley is certain Trey Berke’s cagey plan to get close to his best friend, Brit Matthews, is a bad idea. Both men are stubborn, reserved, and mouthwateringly hot. Never one to turn away from someone in need, she tactically coerces Brit to talk even as she carefully chips away at Trey’s hidden pain. Little does she know, the SEALs will heal her and offer a provocative passion that will steal her heart.
When an op takes a grave turn, Brit is left with an injury that threatens to end his career and a memory of horrid images he can’t erase. Recovering on Rescue Ranch adds to his misery…until the sexy, compassionate Lena comes along.
Trey was a teenager headed for destruction when Brit dragged him to Rescue Ranch. It changed his life and cemented an unbreakable bond between them. Returning to the Team without Brit isn’t an option. Neither is claiming Lena.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tonya Ramagos is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 STARS: "For hot as Hades MFM menages, look no further than the incredible Tonya Ramagos. She delivers once again in HEALING PLEASURE. Lena Conley is beyond intrigued when Trey Berke approaches her with a plan to "pretend" date him so she can get to know his best friend, Brit Matthews. As a grief counselor, Lena is used to treating PTSD sufferers, and she sees just as many signs in Trey as he claims are in Brit. Intrigued both personally and professionally, Lena agrees to Trey's scheme, heading out to Healing Ranch where the SEALS live when they're off duty. Pleasure, TN is known for its menage relationships, and Lena can't stop thinking about being bound and submissive between the two incredibly gorgeous men that make her mouth water. Trey was instantly captivated by Lena's wildcat ways struggling to break free of her conservative shell. Pretending to date her would have the benefit of getting close to her to date her for real, and let her get close to Brit since they always share their women. He can't wait to get her naked and bound between them, and when Brit meets the auburn-haired bombshell, he also feels it in his soul. She will be theirs, no doubt about it. None of them are interested in anything long term...until they are, and each of them knows they'll be able to heal one another. HEALING PLEASURE is the first book in the new series Rescue Ranch by the amazing Ms. Ramagos. All of her books are incredibly awesome, and this one is no exception! Ms. Ramagos knows her way around a crazy sexy menage scene, and I never get tired of her erotic writing. I found there to be a lot of editing errors in this book however, which really surprised me, though it didn't detract from my overall enjoyment of the story. Lena's chemistry, particularly with Brit, was simply excellent, and the way they had an instantaneous bond really made me connect with them. Lena's connection with Trey was slightly less combustible, but still totally yummy. It did take a while for the sex scenes to start in HEALING PLEASURE, but they were very well written and erotic when they did. I'd have loved some man on man deliciousness, but it wasn't to be. I have concerns about using sex as therapy, but in the book world of Pleasure, TN, it worked out well for the trio. I also thought that this story was missing a drama or suspense element that could've elevated this to an even better read. As it stands, I can't wait to read any and all upcoming books in this series!" -- Delta, The Romance Reviews
“What can I do for you?” Though he worded the question politely enough, his tone made it evident he wasn’t pleased by the interruption despite the flicker of interest she saw in his eyes.
Take me to the nearest bed. Strip me naked, tie me down, and touch me until I’m begging you to fuck me. Oh, and don’t forget to invite…
“Trey.” His name rolled from her lips as if completing the thought aloud.
Holy shit! Had she gone crazy? This guy was a client! Well, a potential client since she hadn’t yet given Trey her word she would work with Brit. Still, potential or not, she was a professional. She was here to decide if she could help this man though his grief, not to fuck him blind. She could do this. She could ignore the electric desire sparking in her head, sizzling through her body in a mad rush to be pleasured, and focus on her job. Couldn’t she?
His cheek flexed and she suspected if his face had been cleanly shaven she would’ve seen the muscle in the strong line of his jaw tick. “You’re here to see Trey?”
She nodded once, both in answer to his question and in an attempt to jar her mind from the quick plane to double-stud-land it seemed insistent on boarding. It fit with the ruse Trey had insisted they use. She was supposed to make Brit think she was dating Trey.
Heaven help me. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Brit averted his gaze, but not before she saw a spark on temper in his eyes. “He’s working. Try his cell.”
Realizing she’d walked close enough to him to invade his personal space, she stopped and knew in an instant the length of a football field wouldn’t be a safe distance from this man. His height coupled with the fact that he was still standing on the treadmill forced her to tip her head back so she could keep looking at him. Sweat beaded on the tips of the dark hairs that nearly reached his broad shoulders. He didn’t appear to be out of breath from his exercises, but she couldn’t quite tell if the tightness in his expression was from pain in his knee or her presence.
“I’m Lena Conley.” She extended her hand and waited for him to look at her again before she gave him what she hoped was a friendly smile.
His gaze dropped to her hand before lifting to her eyes. He hesitated, as if trying to decide whether to give her the brushoff or be polite, and finally closed his large hand around hers. “Brit Matthews.”
Awareness, swift and panty-wetting, zinged through her system at the contact. She tried to ignore the embers of white-hot need that rained through her and focus on the job she’d come here to do, on the role Trey wanted her to play in order to complete the mission he’d recruited her for.
She tipped her head back further to look at the sky. “It’s a beautiful day out here. I can see why you’re exercising outside.”
“It’s not by choice,” he grumbled and let go of her hand.
Because her palm burned to touch more of him, she curled her fingers into a fist at her side. “How did you hurt your knee?”
“Horse got spooked. I fell off and landed on it.”
The lie seemed to roll from his lips so easily she wondered how often he’d used it before. She winced as if she believed him. “Ouch. That sucks. I’ve never been on a horse.”
His gaze dropped to her legs and her pulse spiked. She actually felt the look on the bare flesh of her legs. He dragged his attention back to her face and she swore his eyes were a full two shades darker. “You’re short, but with the right stallion between your legs, I’m betting you’d ride you just fine.” His eyes sparked with a challenge that turned his statement into an innuendo. “I’m surprised Trey hasn’t taught a pretty thing like you how ride already.”
No, he definitely wasn’t talking about riding a horse. Heat filled her cheeks and she rushed to distract herself from the image of straddling his waist or Trey’s. “Are you a Navy SEAL, too?”
He shot a pointed look at his knee and the sorrow that moved through is handsome face before he quickly masked it tore at her heart. “I was.”
Lena planted her hands on her hips. “Was? What kind of SEAL talks like that?” The injured kind. The kind with invisible wounds he doesn’t know how to heal. “Don’t you frogmen have a saying, once a SEAL, always a SEAL, or something like that?”
“As a matter of fact, we have a saying exactly like that.”
Trey’s words were the only warning Lena got that he’d joined them before his strong arms wound around her and pulled her back against the hard wall of his body. Instinctively, she tipped her head back and turned it to look at him. She saw his intention in his eyes a nanosecond before his mouth came down on hers.
“Good. Crawl on your hands and knees onto the bed. Brit’s waiting for you.”
Trey released her and she turned to find Brit stretched out in the center of his bed, his arms relaxed at his sides, and his delicious-looking cock laying thick and hard against his abdomen, the head reaching his navel.
Her knees wobbled as she moved to the foot of the bed, her attention locked on Brit’s cock like a homing beacon. She climbed onto the end of the bed, spreading her legs on either side of Brit’s as she crawled on her hands and knees up his body. She stopped at his thighs, met his heated gaze, and slid a hand beneath his cock, lifting its heavy weight off his stomach. A bead of pre-cum glistened in the slit of his cockhead, beckoning her to taste. She licked her lips, started to lower her head, and froze when he ordered her to stop.
“Unless you want me to tie your hands behind your back, you’ll want to let go of my cock, darlin’.”
Lena huffed a breath, frowned, and eased his cock back down to rest on his stomach.
He laced his fingers behind his head and cocked a brow at her. “Keep coming.”
She crawled closer, until her knees were on either side of his hips, then he gave her another command to stop.
He stared up at her, his gaze studying her face for a long moment before he spoke. “Did I tell you to suck my cock, darlin’?”
He made a considering face as his lips stretched in a pleased grin. “Don’t stop yourself on that one, sweet thing. Sir works just fine for me, though Trey and I weren’t gonna require that of you just yet.”
“I want to taste you.” She couldn’t remember ever wanting a cock in her mouth so badly. Her taste buds were zinging off the charts. Her mouth watered so profusely she had to keep swallowing to prevent it from filling.
“Not this time, darlin’.” He finally touched her. His hands closed beneath her dangling breasts, squeezed, and his thumbs raked over her hardened nipples. He lifted his head, used his hold on her breasts to pull her down, and gave one nipple a quick, pressured bite before licking away the sting.
Lena threw her head back as he gave her other breast the same treatment, the pleasure-laced pain of the bites igniting a flaming path of pulsing need that traveled straight to her cunt. She lowered her hips, felt her folds glide over his shaft, and attempted to position her pussy in a way that would allow her to draw his cock inside her. The next bite coupled with the pinch on her other nipple drew a small scream from her throat even as juices coated her folds.
“Are you determined to make me punish you, Lena?”
“No, sir.” The shock of pain left a throbbing need in its wake that made her clit pulse in a begging unison with her nipples. “Please. If I can’t taste you, then let me feel you, Brit.”
Behind her, the bed shifted as Trey’s hands closed over the cheeks of her ass. “Word that request correctly, sugar, and he might give it to you.”
Word the request correctly? For a moment, she didn’t understand. Trey’s hands massaged her ass, surprisingly in the same rhythm Brit’s hands massaged her breasts. The double manipulation to two of her most sensitive areas made it difficult for her to think.
“Ask me for what you want, darlin’.”
She wanted so much she wasn’t sure where to begin. Their touches electrified every erogenous zone in her body, short-circuited her mind, and awakened nerve endings she hadn’t known she possessed. Trey made it worse when he pushed a finger between her ass cheeks and pressed the tip against her anus.
“Oh, God.” She bowed her head as the pressure spread to mount in her womb. “Please.”
Trey massaged her anus, but didn’t attempt to enter the forbidden hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here, sugar?”
She shook her head as her ass trembled with anticipation. Mark had focused on teaching her to obey his commands by taking her to the teetering line between pleasure and pain, but their time together had been stolen before they’d made it to anal play. “No, sir.”
Brit’s thumbs and forefingers latched onto her nipples, tugging and pinching and sending more bolts of electrified needs ricocheting from her breasts, to her pussy, to her ass.
“I like hearing that.” Trey’s finger retreated and his callused palms caressed her cheeks. “I like knowing I’ll be the first to sink my cock in your virgin ass.”
Brit released one nipple, slid the hand up to cup her nape, and pulled her head down. His breath fanned her lips when he spoke, adding more fuel to the already raging fire in her system. “Trey will make sure that tight hole is nice and stretched before he fucks it, darlin’.”
She made a sound that might have been a whimper or a plea. Whatever it was got lost in Brit’s mouth as he kissed her. He drove his tongue into her mouth, immediately assuming control and taking her breath away. One of Trey’s hands left her ass and she thought she heard a soft click. Then the hand was back, the finger slipping between her cheeks again, this time bringing with it a cooling sensation.
“Think about it, sugar.” Trey’s finger eased inside her ass a fraction of an inch.
Lena felt her muscles squeeze around his fingertip of their own accord. The alien sensation ignited a bittersweet burn that traveled straight to her flaming pussy.
“Imagine how it will feel when you have my cock in your tight ass and Brit’s dick in your hot pussy at the same time.”