[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Texas Sheriff Taggart Cain has been framed for murder. Spunky Boston lawyer Rebecca Lyons has been called in to clear him. Tech savvy Wade Merritt has the skills to prove it. A night of poker, whiskey, and wild three way sex forges a bond that surprises them all.
Tag’s military history holds secrets to the real killer, but skeletons in his closet make any relationship with him an emotional minefield. Rebecca knows there is something deeper beneath Tag’s gruff exterior, and she’s not one to back down from a fight. Wade’s calm demeanor simmers both of the hotheads down to a slow burn.
Together, the trio investigates the evidence mounted against Tag. When the trail leads to an unlikely killer and an even bigger cover-up, they have to race time and the ruthless killer to save the day and their newly discovered love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“We landed, Miss Lyons. You can open your eyes now.”
Rebecca cracked one eye open and braved a look out the small, round window of the four-seater prop plane. They were indeed on the ground. She mustered a smile and gave up the death grip she had on the armrest.
“Thank you, Mr. McConnell. That was a very smooth flight.” She’d spoken the truth. The flight itself had been swift and uneventful. They’d not run into any turbulence at all. She disliked flying as a routine and had never been in a tiny prop job. The experience was not one she wished to repeat.
The tall, lanky pilot grinned as he shook his head and opened the hatch. “Thanks for not puking. And I told you to call me Liam.”
Rebecca scooted out of her seat and toward the open door. “Thank you, Liam,” she said as he handed her down the tiny flight of stairs.
“Stay right there while I make sure all the systems are shut down. Then I’ll get your luggage.”
She nodded and shaded her eyes. The bright end-of-May sun burned down on the white concrete and bounced onto her face. The warmth felt good at the moment but she could tell it would become oppressive the longer she stood out here.
Sure enough, within minutes sweat trickled between her breasts and down her lower back. Rebecca tugged at the hem of her turquoise T-shirt and fluffed it. She sighed at the relief of the slight breeze circling over her skin. Her jeans threatened to suction to her thighs as the heat and humidity sank in.
“I’ll have to make another trip,” Liam said. He held up three of her four suitcases and pointed toward a small white building. “Let’s get into control and I’ll come back for it.”
The burn of embarrassment swept over her. “Nonsense. I can take it.”
He shrugged and handed her the smallest bag then grabbed the handle of the large and wheeled case. “This way, ma’am.”
He led her across the tarmac to the control building. Just as she reached for the knob, the door swung open.
“Thank you,” she said. She smiled up at the man who filled the doorway and froze. He stood a good six inches over her own five-ten and sported shoulders wider than the bumper on her Prius. The Texas sun dappled his light-brown hair with golden highlights and caressed his sharp jawline with a lover’s hand. Rebecca was used to handsome and urbane men in her profession. Looking and dressing for success were part and parcel of being a Bostonian. This man looked rough, unrefined, and dangerous. He swept a glance over her with emerald eyes that didn’t miss a thing. Rebecca felt oddly exposed. Almost as if she stood naked in the hot sun.
Her heart kicked into high gear.
“You coming in?” he asked. “Don’t think we want to air condition the outside, do we?”
His easy smooth baritone held an undercurrent of mocking humor. Rebecca shook herself from the momentary stupor. “You’re in the way, cowboy.”
His brows shot up and he grinned.
This time a tingle ran over her entire body and ended tickling her toes with the intensity.
Liam cleared his throat. “Tag, move.”
Rebecca couldn’t contain her gasp. This is Taggart Cain? My client? I’m going to kill Boone.
The big man winked and reached out. He took her suitcase and stepped out of the way. “Come on in, Miss Lyons.”
She eased into the small building careful not to touch him. He didn’t give an inch. “Where’s Boone?” she asked through gritted teeth.
Tag’s face tightened momentarily then eased back into jovial nonchalance. “At my office.”
“Damn,” she said.
“Where you want these, Tag?” Liam asked. Sweat trickled down his face and soaked the white collar of his polo shirt.
“Why damn?” Tag reached out and collected her suitcases. He nodded at the pilot. “I got it from here, Liam. Thanks for picking her up in Austin.”
“Yep. My pleasure. She’s a real quiet flyer. Well, except for the squeaks and prayers and cursing.” He winked at her. “I think your mama might have needed to wash your mouth out a few more times, Miss Lyons.”
Rebecca mumbled her thanks and shook his hand. He pushed open the door and disappeared.
“Curse like a sailor, do you?” Tag asked. “I wouldn’t have pegged a rich society girl for a cuss monkey.” He started toward the other end of the building.
Rebecca hurried after him. “I didn’t know he heard me.” More embarrassment roiled through her. Her father spent years trying to break her habit of cursing and while she’d scaled back dramatically, certain stressful situations made her revert. “I’ll apologize.”
Tag pushed open another door and nodded at her. “No need for that, Miss Lyons. We believe in speaking our minds in Freedom. Even if those minds are a little dirty.” He winked again. “Especially if they’re dirty.”
She gripped her purse and suitcase with both hands. Otherwise she just might give in to the urge to smack him.
“Do you talk to all strangers like this or am I special?” She hurried to keep up with his long-legged strides. “And slow down!”
He immediately adjusted his pace but didn’t offer an apology.
“From what Boone tells me, you’re something pretty special.”
It took Rebecca only a few seconds to unfasten and shove her jeans and panties to her ankles where she kicked the fabric out of the way. At the same time she reached behind her and shed her bra.
“God,” he said thickly. He stroked the fullness of one globe. “You’re beautiful, Bex.”
She smiled shyly. Her tits were round and taut and pleasingly plump. Her rose-colored nipples pointed skyward and begged to be touched. He flicked her nipple. She bit her bottom lip.
Her small waist was dotted with freckles. The pattern looked like a spray of stars scattered along her delicate skin. Tag wanted to kiss and lick every single mark. Her hips and thighs flared in a supremely enticing and womanly way. He was looking forward to having her muscled runner’s legs wrapped around him as he plunged balls-deep into her hot wetness.
Tag circled the base of his shaft with his thumb and forefinger.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” Her gaze shifted to Wade, who stood silent and watchful. Well, his eyes were riveted to the patch of blonde hair topping her mound. Tag didn’t blame him for his rapt attention.
Rebecca’s pussy was a work of art. The small triangle of hair pointed downward to the succulent, bare pinkness of her lower lips. In the light of the chandelier, Tag caught sight of her glistening clit protruding. He licked his lips.
Wade reached out and grabbed her hand then tugged her toward the living room. Tag quickly followed.
“On your knees, Bex,” Wade said gruffly. His hand fisted his cock with a slow up and down slide.
Tag moved next to him as she sank down.
Without further prompting she grabbed both of their cocks. She hesitated as she stared at them.
“Suck,” Tag ordered gruffly. “Doesn’t matter where you start as long as your mouth wraps around both of us.”
The words seemed to set her free. She licked her lips and lunged to take the dark-red tip of his dick into her mouth.
They both groaned at the contact.
Tag cupped the top of her head as she bobbed slowly down his length. She pulled back and looked up at him. Arousal flushed her cheeks a delightful pink and deepened the green of her eyes.
She tightened her mouth around him then pulled off with a soft pop. She swatted his fingers away and encircled the base herself then switched to Wade’s long, dark cock.
Wade was also circumcised and the cut head flared darkly. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the top. She took hold of Wade’s dick and brushed the head over her pursed lips. When she pulled back her mouth was shiny.
Tag’s cock jerked in her hand and she winked up at him then moved downward and engulfed Wade’s dick.
“Jesus,” Wade gasped. He caught her shoulder and looked at Tag. “She’s got a hot mouth.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. He watched her suck his friend’s dick even as he pumped his hips into her light grip. The friction was incredible. Her fingers were soft yet firm and her thumb managed to glide along the vein on the bottom that was so sensitive.
Tag leaned down and wrapped her hair around his hand and guided her to a slow and steady rhythm.
Wade sighed in deep appreciation. His hips moved in time with the bobbing of her head. “Yeah, suck my cock. God, you look good on your knees in front of us. I bet your pussy is hotter than an oven, isn’t it?”
Her muffled agreement must have sent some sort of vibration along Wade’s cock because he gasped and rose on tiptoe then shuddered.
“Not going to come already, are you?” Tag demanded.
“No,” Wade bit out. “She’s just a damn good cocksucker.”
Again Rebecca made a deep mewling sound that threatened to push Wade to the edge. Tag could see him straining against the urge to come already. The tendons on his neck stood out and he clenched his jaw tight.
She seemed to know just how far to push because she pulled her mouth away and took a breath before sliding down along Tag’s cock.
He was unprepared for the silken wet heat of her mouth. His hips jerked and his fingers tangled and yanked her hair.
Her head snapped backward in surprise but she didn’t relinquish her moist hold on him.
Tag squeezed the base of his cock. “I don’t want to come too soon, honey. Wade’s right. You’ve got a talented mouth. Almost too talented.”
She pulled away and winked. “So if I made you come before you wanted to, I suppose I’d get in trouble?”
Her eager tone made him chuckle. He reached down to pull her to her feet. “Wade, get on the couch. Rebecca, lean over and suck his cock.”
As they scrambled into position Tag couldn’t help but run his palms down her flank and up along her smooth ass.
She looked over her shoulder at him as she settled between Wade’s legs. The arm of the couch nestled against her tummy and forced her ass and pussy into prime position for him to do whatever he wanted.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
He tapped her butt a couple of times. “What do you want me to do?”
She shook her head. “No fair. Just do it.”
He pulled his hands away and she frowned as she wiggled her butt.
Wade’s hand snaked around her neck and into her hair. He pulled her ponytail holder out then tunneled his fingers into her blonde waves. Tag could see her try to escape the tight grip but Wade wasn’t giving her an inch.
“Don’t you know, sweet thing? Half the fun is making you beg for it.” Wade’s deep voice held a wealth of dark humor.