[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Historical Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, HEA]
When her much-older abusive husband, Rance, dies, Lucy Peyton believes her nightmare is over and looks forward to a new life of independence. Her hopes for a marriage of love instead of convenience, however, are dashed when she discovers the provisions of her late husband’s will and realizes that Rance is still trying to crush her, even from the grave.
Rance’s nephew, urbane adventurer and thrill seeker, Ki Benjamin, may have just found a reason to settle down in Podunk Elk Creek when Lucy’s petition reaches him in New York.
Prentice Teague has a lot to make up for from his former life, and he gets a chance at redemption when he’s reincarnated as Ethan Crawford. A young cowboy who fell into some dubious company before his untimely death, Ethan now is the target of a corrupt mentor determined to finish the job he started when he shot Ethan in the back.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Gigi Moore is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Barefoot Okie
Ethan strolled over to the bag on top of the mantle, unbuttoning and carelessly pulling his work shirt over his head as he walked.
Ki watched as the burgundy cotton garment landed over the back of the chaise lounge that he had earlier moved to the far side of the room. He licked his lips at the sight of Ethan’s naked torso, well-muscled and tanned just as Ki had imagined it would be. There was certainly something to be said for all the heavy lifting he must have done in his parents’ store.
Ethan sifted through the selection of blades before withdrawing one he seemed to like.
He turned back to Ki, smiling as he tested the blunt tip with the palm of his hand, bending the blade before expertly swinging it through the air in a zigzag pattern. “There are advantages to the épée, foil or saber. I take it you prefer the épée?”
“The épée suits my purposes.”
“Very well.” Ethan nodded. “En garde!”
His idle chitchat then instant offensive stance almost totally took Ki off guard. Had he not been so enamored by the sight of Ethan’s naked flesh, he would have been better prepared for the stripling’s attack. It took everything in his repertoire of skills to parry and counterattack with a series of lunges and thrusts to force Ethan back on his heels.
Ethan silhouetted and easily repelled the assault, executing a perfect in quartata before stepping back. “I like your moves.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
Ethan smiled then whipped past Ki’s parry and flicked his blade against Ki’s shoulder.
Ki winced as the blade made contact and instantly resumed an offensive position. “I’m pleased you found employment at Winchester’s.”
Ethan frowned, still on guard. “Really? Why’s that?” Appel, advance, lunge.
Parry, thrust, passata soto. “You can keep an eye on Lucy while she’s working.”
“Oh, I’ll keep an eye on her, but I hate to break it to you, Cochise. Lucy is her own woman. She’s going to do what she wants.”
Unfortunately, Ethan wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. He loved Lucy’s independent spirit, but worried that the men at Winchester’s might get the wrong idea about her simply by virtue of her choosing to work there. Just thinking about some other man ogling, or worse, touching Lucy made Ki’s temperature rise, unless, of course, that other man happened to be Ethan. The idea of Ethan touching Lucy still made his temperature rise, but in a totally different and pleasant way.
Ki easily warded off Ethan’s next assault, mounted his own. He seized the younger man’s blade in one smooth line, never breaking contact as he lead it through a full circle to its starting point before he pushed back and soundly struck Ethan on the ass with the side of his blade.
Ethan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath as Ki held in a laugh.
“Before your arrival, I had gotten the impression that Lucy wanted to quit her position at Winchester’s,” Ki said, nonchalantly silhouetting and resuming first position again.
“Is that a fact?” Lunge, thrust, feint.
Riposte, parry, lunge.“But I suppose now that you’re working there it gives her an opportunity to be close to you without raising any untoward suspicions, you and her being childhood friends of course. Not to mention the living arrangements you share with your benefactor and her husband.”
“Just what are you implying, Hezekiah?”
Ah, so it was back to Hezekiah. He’d really gotten Ethan’s dander up then. Ki smiled and launched an aggressive sequence that drove Ethan back across the floor toward the mantle.
Despite the stripling’s obvious agitation, Ethan managed to deflect Ki’s strike with a rapid succession of defensive strokes and steps of his own.
Ki admired his agility and fluid grace. He didn’t think he had ever crossed swords against anyone with whom he was so evenly matched. Ethan was requisitely fast and intuitive but there was something more. It was almost as if he knew Ki’s moves before Ki made them, like he was reading Ki’s mind.
It was time to tip the scales back in his favor, Ki decided.
“You know what I enjoy about this sport most, Ethan?” Thrust, flunge, parry.
Feint, lunge, thrust. “I can’t imagine.”
“The clash of the blades, the elegance and speed of two comparable combatants matching moves, synchronized to each other’s rhythm…” Riposte, parry, lunge.
“Mmm, ‘the art of the foil.’ It’s like a dance, fine art.” Raddoppio, parry, lunge.
Parry, feint, flick. “And you’ve probably heard I’m a bit of an art aficionado.”
“I might have heard something to that effect.” Remise, reprise, retreat.
“But more than art or even a sport, I think the reciprocal movements and skill necessary to stimulate a satisfying climax and surrender are a little more akin to…foreplay.”
Ethan’s swipe went wide of his mark as he stumbled and quickly righted himself before throwing a glare Ki’s way.
Ki chuckled. “Don’t you think?”
“I suppose the moves could be considered…similar.” Lunge, thrust, feint.
Parry, counter, thrust.“So, why does Lucy call you Prentice?”
Ethan faltered beneath Ki’s beat and press but this time wasn’t able to correct himself or counterattack.
Ki went in for the kill, driving the blunt point of his épée into Ethan’s heaving chest then placing the rounded blade against Ethan’s throat. He leaned close—corps-à-corps—bending Ethan over backward. Their faces were only a hairbreadth apart, close enough that Ki’s exhalations rustled Ethan’s dark-chocolate, shoulder-length hair.
“Do you want to tell me now what’s going on between you and Lucy or do I need to seduce it out of you?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“My…ass?” she asked, growing anxious despite having known that this was how it would have to be for her if she really wanted them both at the same time. Either way, it was going to be a rough ride as both men were large, larger even than Rance had been and he had been sizable.
This, however, would be different, not just because she was going to be with two men at once, but because she was going to be with two men she cared about and who cared about her. They would treat her right, be gentle with her. She knew they would.
Ki must have sensed her fear. He gently ran a hand down her thigh, sucking and nibbling her throat before licking and kissing the sore spot. “I’ll make it good for you, Lucy. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“I believe you,” she said and she realized that she did believe in him more than she believed in anyone except maybe Ethan.
At her murmur, Ethan looked at Ki over her shoulder and barely nodded as he positioned himself in front of her. He slid his fingers back inside her, easily resuming his previous rhythm as Ki slid a finger into her back hole.
She gasped at the cool, slippery feel of the digit right before Ki inserted another one, leisurely opening her.
Ki nibbled her earlobe, whispering French words to her as he moved against her.
Lucy felt his hard cock press against one ass cheek, her skin so sensitive to his touch she was aware of each individual ridge and vein imprinting on her flesh like stamps of ownership.
Her heart thundered in her ears again while Ki spread whatever lubricant made his fingers oily and slick, around and inside her opening, making her nice and slippery.
“Almost ready,” he whispered, and Lucy caught him looking over her shoulder at Ethan as she turned to kiss Ki.
He took her mouth with simultaneous ferocity and gentleness, thrusting his tongue to meet hers while Ethan teased her pussy with the head of his shaft. He wielded his cock like a paint brush, spreading her copious juices over her folds as if they were a canvass.
Lucy groaned at the feel of him at the entrance of her pussy.
Ethan stopped tormenting her for a moment, his movements matching Ki’s as they simultaneously got down to the business of mounting her.
Ki had removed his fingers from her ass and moved his shaft to her back hole, circling the first ring of muscles with the head of his cock before he slowly eased inside her.
Lucy gasped at the initial breach but didn’t have time to dwell on the burning sting of Ki’s penetration before Ethan thrust inside her pussy to the hilt.
Rather than drag it out any longer, Ki quickly followed suit, fully driving into her from the back, forceful and solid.
“Oh God!” They were inside her, both of them, filling her. At first it felt strange then right and special as they both started to rock against her.
“You are so tight, Lucy. You feel so, so good.” Ki pumped his hips against her at the same time that Ethan reached down to where he and she were joined. He flicked and pressed her swollen kernel of flesh as he circled and ground his hips against her, picking up Ki’s rhythm.
Lucy slid her arms around Ethan’s shoulders, held him tight and licked and nibbled his nipples. His answering shudders brought on hers and she instinctively bucked her hips back and forth to meet her men’s thrusts.
She buried her face against Ethan’s lean-muscled chest and inhaled deep. His skin was warm and smooth and he smelled good, like citrus and musk—a heady, potent combination of himself and Ki.
Lucy closed her eyes tight as her body rushed toward an earth-shattering completion. Suddenly, she toppled over that sought-after edge of ecstasy with a keening cry, digging the nails of one hand into Ki’s thigh, hooking her other arm around Ethan’s neck as she held him as close as she could without climbing inside of him.
Ethan’s hoarse shout quickly followed Lucy’s sounds of satisfaction, signaling Ki’s moan of pleasure as both men stiffened against her with their climax.
She felt them against her inner walls, the ebb and flow as their cocks fiercely throbbed inside her pussy and ass in concert before they both found their release.
What seemed like an eternity later, Lucy lay satiated, cocooned between Ki and Ethan.
She felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Now she was coming back around to the land of the living and the sensation of someone determinedly and tantalizingly sucking one of her hard nipples into his hot and hungry mouth.
Lucy opened her eyes to see Ki’s light, golden-brown head at her breasts. She was so drained she hadn’t even realized he had switched places with Ethan.
She moaned and arched her body as Ki worked, his sensually skilled mouth causing slivers of liquid heat to course through her lower belly while her pussy wept with wanting.
As if sensing her need to be filled, Ki slid two fingers inside her, and did what he did best—touching her secret spot and making her shudder inside and out.
Ethan slid in place behind her, teasing her back hole with the head of his cock before he thrust past the first ring of muscles. He put his mouth against her ear and whispered, “Ready for round two, baby?”
Lucy barely had a moment to respond before Ethan pushed all the way inside her at the same moment Ki put his mouth on her swollen clitoris and began lapping.
She cried out, climaxing almost instantly.
Once she and Ethan stopped trembling, she felt him smiling against the back of her neck as he seductively nipped and licked her skin.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered.
“Oh yes,” Lucy rasped. Good Lord, yes!
“Round three, coming up,” Ki said.