[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, voyeurism, public exhibition, light consensual BDSM, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
With her son to raise and a business to run, Heather is too busy for romance and wouldn't waste her time on Alex even if she wasn’t. Konor, though, is a different story. She’s had a crush on him forever and can’t resist when he makes his move.
The sexy fireman is intent on claiming Heather not just for himself, but for Alex, too. That is if Konor can convince Alex and Heather to give each other a second chance. It won’t be easy, but Konor has a plan. Then again, so do Heather and Alex.
The challenge is set, and the only question that remains is whether all three can end up winners, or will somebody’s heart end up broken…again?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jenny Penn is a Siren-exclusive author.
Intent on making sure Alex understood that fact, Heather dropped her load of dishes into the sink and turned on him.
“I cannot believe you had the audacity to manipulate your parents and use my own family to try to pressure me into pretending last night didn’t happen,” Heather lit right into him, balling her fist on her hips and glaring up at Alex as she managed to mask any hint of her true desires beneath a sharp tone.
Alex blinked in naked confusion, appearing honestly shocked by her accusation as he repeated her question. “Pressure you into pretending? Shit, sweetness, I don’t want you to pretend last night didn’t happen. I want you to apologize for it.”
“You expect me to apologize.” Heather gaped up at him, shocked to the core by the very suggestion, but Alex didn’t look like he was kidding.
He dumped his load of dishes on top of hers and turned to confront her as Konor came bustling through the kitchen door with the last of the plates. Both Heather and Alex ignored him as they squared off against each other.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Alex gave her a sharp nod. “Yes.”
“I don’t know. How about for jumping to false assumptions?” Alex shot back. “Or what about for physically assaulting me?”
“Yeah? Then why don’t you just throw me in jail along with your other girlfriend?” Unmoved, but nevertheless amazed at Alex’s bold attempt to play the victim, Heather ignored Konor snort as she pinned Alex with a hard look. “I’m sure Gwen and I could find a lot to talk about. Maybe you could arrange it for us to share a cell.”
“I’m sure you would,” Alex agreed without flinching, clearly not intimidated by that threat. “But a sheriff expecting to get re-elected doesn’t arrest his fiancée.”
“We’re not engaged!”
“I got the ring. You want it?”
“Oh God,” Konor groaned, glancing up to the heavens for some sort of divine intervention. None came, and he ended up turning his disgusted look on Alex. “Dude, man, that is no way to propose to a woman.”
“Shut up, Konor,” Alex snapped, clearly not interested in being distracted, but Konor didn’t heed that command.
“You’re supposed to go down on one knee.” Konor matched his action to his words as he lowered himself down before reaching out for her hand. “Take her hand, looked deep into her eyes and say—”
“You are a pain in my ass,” Alex cut in. “So I plan on burying myself in yours. If you want to get hitched first, that’s cool.”
“—you are the light of my life, a gift beyond measure and I would be humbly honored if you would allow me—”
“Bend you in any way I want, I’ll help pay the bills.”
“—the joy of loving you every day for the rest of our lives, I promise—”
“To make you beg, scream and plead.”
“—to do everything in my power to keep you happy.”
“You’re…I…” Heather didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to say to either one of them, not that either appeared to be listening to her even if they were both talking to her.
“Lame,” Alex declared with a snort before casting a twinkling gaze in her direction. “You don’t want a man who is that cheesy, do you, sweetness?”
“But I bet you do want a man who is promising to do more than just ride your ass, right?” Konor leapt back up to his feet and grinned back down at her. “You want the full tour, don’t you, sweetness?”
That taunt had Alex’s expression darkening as Konor hooted with a laugh. “Oh, sweetness, you know I stand ready to service you in whatever ways Alex can’t…or won’t.”
“And I stand ready to prove both your asses wrong,” Alex stated with a confidence that matched the lecherous curl of his lips. “So, from this day forward, I’m making it my mission to get you pregnant.”
“What?” When was she going to learn that she couldn’t out-crazy Alex?
“You heard me.” Raking his gaze down her length with blatant hunger that echoed in the growl that rumbled out of him, Alex took a bold step forward. “In fact, maybe, we should get started on that project right now.”
The husky, sensual promise in the feral sound had Heather prickling with a sense of alarm that set the butterflies filling her stomach to fluttering. As he shifted forward, she was stumbling back, holding out a hand to ward him off.
“No! Wait! Stay back,” Heather ordered, her tone lacking the sharp edge of command. The hint of panic only grew as he backed her slowly into the counter. “I don’t want you to touch me. I know where those fingers have been!”
“And what about my tongue?” Alex purred, taking no insult at her words but turning her comments back on Heather. “You remember where it’s been. Don’t you?”
The wanton heat that thickened his tone curled through her like a sensual lick, teasing all of Heather’s senses as her cunt went soft, swelling with a thick tide of cream that tinted the air and betrayed her desires. Despite her attempts to shake the unwanted rush of longing from her head, it was too late.
Alex was already reaching for her and, God help her, she crumbled right into his arms with one last pathetic denial.
Alex silenced her last weak defense as he stole her breath and the last of her resistance with his kiss. His mouth was soft but firm, breaking over hers with an insistent demand that was matched by the ruthless invasion of his tongue as he plunged it deep into her mouth and laid claim to her dark, molten recesses and filling her with his own heady taste.
Within seconds he had her mesmerized by the carnal mastery of his tongue as it dueled with her own, igniting a battle that had her wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him as she fought for more of his intoxicating kisses.
Over and over their mouths mated, tilting and angling for the best fit as teeth and lips mashed into each other with the ravenous frenzy that matched the hunger exploding between them. She couldn’t get enough. Not enough of his taste or the feel of him, all hard angles and solid planes fitted perfectly against her as he ground her back up against the hard, unrelenting feel of Konor’s warm embrace.
Heather gasped, tearing her mouth free to suck in great gulps of cool air as her blood burned hotter, searing through her veins and fueled by the delicious feel of being caught between Alex and Konor. They felt so good and strong, making her feel so small and weak.
That little hint of vulnerability spiced the desire thickening in the air with a heady, forbidden scent that had her melting between them, unable to defend against the pleasure. Instead, she let it run free, allowing her body to sway and flex as she ground herself between them in wanton demand.
Her hips arched, her ass grinding down over the thick length of Konor’s erection while she cradled Alex’s equally impressive bulge in the warm, aching flesh between her legs but still it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Of their own volition her legs lifted, sliding up the muscle thickened length Alex’s and opening herself wider in a desperate attempt to nestle his cock deeper into the folds of her weeping cunt, needing that bit of hardness and cursing the clothes that got in the way.
Those curses muttered into incoherent murmurs as Konor began to nibble and suck his way down her neck, his hands sliding all the way down to cup her knee, lifting it high and out of the way. Alex took instant advantage, shoving her skirt up and out of the way as he ran his hand up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
He didn’t pause or linger over the caress, but boldly cupped the crotch of her sodden panties. With lethal precision, he molded the wet lace to her swollen folds until her panties clung to her skin, providing no protection from the slow, maddening stroke of his fingers.
Heather knew what came next, knew that the heated passion erupting between them wouldn’t be satisfied until all three of them were grunting and sweating their way through a long, rough ride.