[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, voyeurism, light consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Ryan Marks is a hunted man. When sweet and sexy stranger, Lacey Briton, becomes a target because of their explosive chemistry, the gloves come off. He calls in his best friend, detective Parker Ellison, to provide protection.
All Lacey wanted to do was treat herself to a day of indulgence at the new shop in town, Crave. Instead she finds herself whisked away to a secluded cabin by two men claiming that her safety comes above all else.
Parker can see that Lacey is meant for Ryan and refuses to act on his own attraction to the sweet and curvy beauty. But Ryan has other ideas and draws Parker in to teach Lacey the pleasures of a ménage where they find more than chemistry when all three hearts become involved.
Crave. Equal parts naughty, class, and sass, it’s the one place with everything needed to fulfill your desires.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Lacey, please just let me have your car keys and I’ll explain everything. Trust me, please. This is important, life and death important.” His face didn’t look like someone who was playing a joke. It was brutal in its seriousness. His brow was a map of hard lines and his stance was one of a man on the offensive, ready to pounce at the slightest threat.
As she stopped just a few feet from where the two men towered above her she shook her head and threw her arms up in the air at the men. “Look, Robin, if that’s even who you really are, I’m ready to fall flat on my face here and I’m not at all up to playing any games. How do you even know my name? I never even told you which hospital I work at.”
“Lacey, please. I’ll explain in the car. I’m sorry, but you have to listen to me.” His clothes were wrinkled and his eyes looked as bad as hers felt. Stress lines turned down the edges of his mouth. The more she ranted at him, the more frantic he looked.
It was clear he believed something was wrong and he had a valid reason for being here, but she was unable to stop her mouth. It was a rare thing but when it let loose, it really let loose.
“I don’t have time for a damn reality show prank. All I want is my pillow, damnit! Just get out of my way so I can go home. To my pillow. Alone.” She knew she was on the slippery edge of a hysterical meltdown, but as rare as they were for her, she knew there was no stopping it. She was on the verge of tears with fatigue.
“Parker, show her your badge. Do something. Lacey, he’s a police officer. This is real. You have to come with me.” He removed the hand fisted in his hair to reach for her, pleading for her to cooperate and come with him. The urgency in his tone and his expression was not lost on her. Overwhelmed and near hysteria, she threw her arms into the air again in a tantrum worthy of a three-year-old.
“No. Now, go away and leave me a—”
As a loud crack split the air and interrupted midsentence. A sharp sting punched her side. Before she could tilt her head to look down at the source of the burning pain, she was tackled to the ground beneath a wall of solid, tensed muscle. Another crack sounded as a spray of concrete dust and pebbles jumped into the air.
“Damn it, Parker! You told me it was all clear! If she’s hurt, I’ll kill you myself!” She could feel the hard body vibrating in rage as he cradled her head in a shaky palm and tucked it carefully into his shoulder. His thumb trembled against her ear and his chest heaved. As pain, weariness and confusion beat at her that scent she already knew so well was as much a comfort as his solid warmth. She wanted nothing more but to give into the exhaustion and sink so deep into it she disappeared.
“I’ll call it in, but there is no way backup will get here in time. She’ll be okay. Don’t give me that angry eye routine. I promise you, it’s nothing. I can see the nick on her side from here. It’s not much more than a big scratch. Now let’s get her the hell out of here. Stay low, between the cars. Get her into her car, it’s closest. I’ll cover you. I’m wearing my vest. I’ll follow behind in your car and make sure you’re not followed.”
Followed? Vest? What was his name? Parker? Did Parker mean a bulletproof vest?
“What the hell is going on here? Robin get off of me, you overgrown idiot!” She tried in vain to push his hands away as he kept her low to the ground and checked her side.
“Honey, you were just shot. Just let me get you to safety.” She’d been shot?
He was just helping her into a low crouch when the combination of twenty-four plus hours of chaos and fatigue finally caught up with her and she fainted dead away into his arms.
“All right, baby, that’s enough of that.” Ryan pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down on the blanket. “Take the rest of your clothes off. Everything.” Had she ever totally bared herself outdoors? Probably not since she was two years old. But it was a delicious feeling as she stepped free of her shorts and panties and revealed all that she was to both the sun and Ryan.
Urgent desire rode her hard. Her body hungered for the man lying below her. Looking at Ryan as he sprawled in the sun like some great muscled predator, she realized his nudity and relaxed position did nothing to subtract from his authority. Each carved muscle radiated male confidence and strength. Aching and needy, her body responded to the sight on a basic and primitive level. It was all she could do not to throw herself on him and gorge on all those taught, ready muscles.
“Come on, put that wicked little mouth right back to work, beauty. You know how to use it.” God, what this man did to her! Courtesy of his powerful words and the desire marking his features she felt as if a she’d become a seductive siren emerging from a cocoon. She knelt by his feet and the last remaining bindings of reserve fell away freeing her from her shell. She arched over, stretching and preening, offering him everything that she was. She may feel like a sexual goddess, but he was the carnal god that owned her body and soul.
“You painted a picture for me pretty, Lacey. Now let me paint one for you. The stunning Lacey is on her knees, arched like a naughty little cat, her sexy ass pointed up and ready in the air. It’s such a fine, luscious ass, and it’s just begging to be smacked. Have you ever been spanked, Lacey? Answer me.”
He pulled her head away and easily held her chin in his hand. Those sinfully dark eyes of his commanded her to answer.
“Have you ever been watched by a third? Bared everything you are, everything you need to both your partner, and another man?”
“Never.” She was barely able to squeeze out a whisper. Her breasts grew heavier and her womb throbbed, yearning. Her pussy softened and grew slick with hunger.
“Can you imagine if Parker were here, behind you? Seeing how beautiful you are and how turned on you have me? How hard you’ve made me and how fiercely I need you? Picture Parker watching that sexy ass, seeing your lovely breasts heavy with need? What if he were right behind you and could see the moisture dripping from your pussy?”
Grasping her arms, he guided her until she was directly above him and they were face to face, eye to eye. Her legs bracketed his hips, the heat of his pelvis, branding her inner thighs. The dark storm boiling in his eyes made it all too clear that even though she may be on the top physically, but he was the one in control. He retrieved a condom from his jeans and slipped it on.
“Hands on my shoulders and don’t remove them for any reason.”
She’d never imagined the words alone could drive a person so close to climax. But Ryan’s had. Trembling and hungry it was all she could do to be patient and follow his lead.
“Up.” The single word was punctuated with a smart slap to her ass. A crack sounded in the quiet woods and was followed by a sting. She raised herself up as far has his tight grip on her ass allowed. He notched the head of his cock at the mouth of her sex and held her still. “Now don’t move.”
Not move? He was crazy. Thanks to the inferno he’d built with his words it was all she could do not to beg and plead with him to please fuck her. Make her come. Now. Orgasm had never felt so close and so far away at the same time. Her knees began to quiver with the effort it took to hold herself still, waiting to see what he would do, or not do, next.
“Now answer my question honestly and I’ll reward you for being a good girl.” She watched the strength in his forearms flex and tense as he lowered her just a fraction onto his scorching length, letting her know exactly what her reward would be. “How would you feel if Parker were right behind you, watching you ride me?”
“I–I don’t know.” She could barely stutter the words aloud as she felt Ryan raise her hips and ease his cock away until she wasn’t sure if it was touching her sex or not. She wanted to cry in frustration.
“Answer me truthfully. What if Parker were right behind you, watching our every move? He’s watching my cock ease into that sexy little pussy of yours and wishing it were his cock kissing your pussy. Answer me and I’ll give you what you want.”
She was lost to his seductive words and vision, helpless but to reveal everything to him and it was no matter. He saw right through her and each and every one of her secrets.
“It turns me on.” The hard heat of his cock eased back into her swollen sex as her lowered her a scant inch.
“It turns you on a lot, or just a little?” He lowered her onto him the barest fraction, tempting her with her reward. She was fascinated by the iron hard strength of his forearms, but the silent command in his eyes demanded her attention.
“A lot. It makes me so hot that I feel it all the way to my ears and my toes.”