Secure Settings 1
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, light bondage, HEA]
Kate Boyle has lived through more loss than most people twice her age. She’s strong and independent, so letting people in to help her handle her grief or problems is next to impossible for her.
The owner of a successful company, Secure Settings, Kate devotes all her time to keeping people safe and rescuing those who can’t save themselves. When she gets the call that that her grandpa died and she’s now inherited his ranch, a storm of epic proportions starts. Smart enough to know she can’t watch out for danger while grieving, she calls in a favor for help.
Jared and Dean Acker just got out of the Marines and are a little lost as to what comes next for them. So when they’re asked to back up a friend of a friend, they’re in… And meet the woman of their dreams. Now, if they could just convince her.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
I didn’t stop running until I hit the front door. Still jogging through the house to the kitchen, I went to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“Which course?” Nate asked me quietly.
“Eleven,” I answered shortly, heading back towards the porch to cool down, stretch some more, and drink my water.
“What does that mean?” I heard Mr. Sexy Voice ask.
“Four miles over rough terrain,” Nate replied.
“In twenty-six minutes?” Mr. Sexy Voice was talking again, his tone surprised, but I didn’t hear the rest of what he said. I went out the door and closed it behind me. Jamie came out a few minutes later and sat on the porch swing by me.
“Better?” she finally asked.
“Relatively speaking,” I answered with a shrug.
“He didn’t mean it the way it came out, he wasn’t thinking.”
“Doesn’t hurt any less knowing that, does it?”
I didn’t even need to think about that one before answering. “No.”
“You still mad at him?”
“I’m not happy with him, but by the time I shower and dress, I’ll be fine.”
“We told the guys you’d talk to them after dinner,” Jamie told me. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Fine,” I replied, taking a few more gulps of water.
“Mad at me?”
I shook my head. “No, not even a little.”
“Are you going to make it through this, Kate?” That got me to pause my stretching and face her.
“I don’t know, I really don’t, Jamie,” I answered honestly, not having the energy to come up with a lie to make her feel better.
“Thanks for being honest,” she said. I didn’t know what to say so I just shrugged and drank some more water. “Those guys Nate was telling you about are here.”
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “It’s not bad enough I made an ass of myself in front of all the guys who already work here, I did it in front of the new ones too.”
“You didn’t make an ass of yourself, Kate,” she snapped, getting pissed. “Why are you so hard on yourself? After what you’ve been through in the past twenty-four hours, most people wouldn’t even have been able to get out of bed!”
“Okay then.” She eyed me over and gave me a satisfied nod, letting it go now that she got her point across. “Let’s go in and introduce you to the stud brothers.”
“The stud brothers?” I asked with a laugh as she took my hand and dragged me to the door. “Even I’ve heard of the Acker brothers. They were affectionately known as the Horn Dog Twins when they were stationed by the base Nate and I were at for a bit.”
“Oh yeah, if they are going to be working here, I might just move in with you,” she chuckled. I shook my head at her antics as she dragged me through the door and living room and into the kitchen. I stopped laughing when I saw the two men sitting at the kitchen table. “Close your mouth, sweetie, you’re drooling,” Jamie hissed in my ear.
I snapped it shut and blinked a few times. “The stud brothers” didn’t even come close to describing the two men. They both stood so I got the full picture. I felt my nipples get hard as I got a little wet. Both were the most gorgeous men I had ever seen in real life. They weren’t identical, but fucking close. They had deep blue eyes, one looked very serious, and the other seemed to be more playful. Dark hair, short, but it looked like they were starting to grow out their military haircuts.
I guessed they were about six four, so they had a few inches on me. They had broad shoulders, wonderfully muscular without being over the top. Neither had tight shirts on, but I could tell they had flat stomachs, and I could see the muscled legs they had in their jeans. After gazing over them, I realized how bad it must look that I was just staring at them.
“Hi, I’m Kate, sorry about earlier,” I finally said after swallowing a few times.
“Not a problem,” the serious one said, and of course he was Mr. Sexy Voice. I was so screwed, this had to be a dream.
“Sorry for your loss,” the playful one said, but he was serious in his condolences.
“Thanks.” I turned to Nate, who was walking towards me.
“I’m sorry, Kate,” he said, not touching me, but I could tell he wanted to hug me.
“Yeah, but I’ll cool off.”
“Ask me after I catch a shower and change,” I answered him. “You guys mind waiting to talk until I clean up?”
“Not at all,” the serious one said. I couldn’t refer to him as Mr. Sexy Voice anymore, because they both had incredibly sexy voices. I nodded, not trusting my own voice, and headed to my room. Jamie followed me, but didn’t say anything until we got to my bathroom and I turned on the shower.
“What did I tell you?” she asked, smirking at me.
“‘The stud brothers’ doesn’t quite cover how gorgeous they are,” I said, shaking my head. “Fuck, I’m wet just from seeing them. How am I supposed to function around them? The last thing I need is a couple of love them and leave them types tempting me.”
“If it’s any consolation, I saw they had about the same reaction,” Jamie said laughing as I stripped off my clothes and started to shower. “When you walked in still drunk and looking cute as could be, I noticed both them had their mouths hanging open. They also had to adjust in their seats. Wonder why that could be?” She laughed again, but I wasn’t getting the joke.
“I don’t get it, why?” I asked, puzzled.
“Oh come on, Kate, because they both had hard-ons!”
“Please, if they did, it was from seeing you.” I snorted and rolled my eyes.
“Honey, they didn’t give me a second look,” she corrected. “But they couldn’t seem to tear their eyes off you.”
“Shut up, would you? Don’t encourage this,” I growled, already frustrated. “It’s bad enough I’m going to be horny as hell every time I’m around them. I don’t need any delusions they feel the same about me.”
He ripped his shirt off and I let my hands roam over his chest and shoulders. He didn’t say a word, just watched me until I ran my hands over his perfectly flat abs. Grabbing my hands when I did, he tried to catch his breath, and I stared at him curiously. “Baby, you keep touching me like that and my control is going to break.”
“I’m sorry, did I do it wrong?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
“No, you were doing it too good, I want to be gentle with you,” he said, tilting his head as if confused. “Kate, you’ve done this before, right?”
“Yes, I’m not a virgin.” I felt my face flush. How stupid was I making myself look?
“How many times before?”
“Twice.” I tried to look away but he caught my chin in his hand and lifted my face so I could look in his eyes.
“With the same man?” he asked gently.
“No, two men, I had sex with them once each. I guess I didn’t do it right if they didn’t want to do it again,” I mumbled, embarrassed and closing my eyes so I didn’t have to see his reaction.
“Kate, look at me.” He waited until I did. “I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie. Men are assholes, we all are, just some of us aren’t as bad as others.”
He leaned in and kissed me again, more passionately this time, but still gentle. As our tongues dueled, I felt him start to lift my shirt up and we broke apart so he could get it over my head.
“God, baby, they’re even better than I dreamed,” he groaned, cupping my breasts. I let out a small gasp when he pinched my nipples and I ran my hands over his stomach again. I started to unbutton his jeans and pull his cock free, but stopped, frozen, when I saw it. It was huge! It had to be over ten inches and not fully hard yet.
“Dean, that’s not going to fit,” I said, almost crying because I wanted him so bad.
“I promise it will. It will fit in your pussy perfectly.” He started nibbling on my ear again and his hands were doing amazing things with my nipples and it was hard to think.
“No, you don’t understand, the others weren’t anywhere near as big,” I explained softly, trying not to break apart in frustration. “They complained I was too tight.”
“Oh,” he groaned. “Kate, you’re going to kill me. Tight is good, baby. Tight is very, very good.” And before I could say anything he leaned over and licked my nipple. Dean picked me up and gently laid me on the bed on my back with him on my side.
Sliding off his jeans, he went back to feasting on my breasts. It was the most pleasant torture I’d ever had. He slowly circled my right nipple with his tongue, then sucked on it over and over. Sometimes gently and sometimes a little more rough, then he would go back to tracing around it with just his tongue. Right as my heart rate would come back down, he would bite down just the littlest bit and it made me wriggle.
“You like that, don’t you?” he teased me, going back to sucking, and then switched to my left nipple. My only response was another moan and to reach for his cock. It felt so amazing in my hand as I let my fingertips trace the head of it. When Dean growled in response and started sucking my nipple with more exuberance, I took it as a sign he liked it.
I wrapped my hand around the length of it, feeling it get harder, and Dean invaded my mouth. He kissed me fiercely, tongue no longer exploring, more like he was going to drink me alive. I thrust mine into his mouth, matching his pace as I felt his hand tracing circles down my stomach towards my pussy. Spurred on, I squeezed his dick harder and started to pump it in my hand.
“Don’t stop doing that, baby, please don’t stop,” he begged and found my swollen clit. “Oh fuck, your pussy’s bare. Oh god is that hot.”
I gasped and shuddered when he touched it. He figured out before I did that I was close to coming. “That’s it. Come for me, Kate,” he encouraged before latching onto my left nipple and increasing how fast his fingers moved on my clit. I felt pressure building in my stomach and lower before it quickly rolled over me. My climax quickly came and I let out a loud startled cry as sparks of light filled my vision.
I rode it out as he kept playing with me and as the waves of pleasure started to subside I came again. This time he slid a finger in me as he was playing with my clit and I spread my legs even wider. “Oh baby, you are tight. That’s it, honey, keep coming for me, it’s so hot that you can have multiple orgasms.” Apparently Dean was quite the dirty rambler when he was turned on.
I liked it.
Right as I thought I was done coming, he slipped a second finger in me and that sent me into a third spiraling climax. “No more, I can’t take any more,” I panted and cried out.
“Yes, baby, much more,” he moaned, pulling his fingers away, and slid off my shorts. I heard the foil tearing of the condom wrapper. I didn’t see him put it on, but he must have. He shifted his weight on top of me, and his latex-covered cock was pushing at the entrance of my pussy. “I’ll go slow, Kate, I promise.”