[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Consensual BDSM, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys]
Alison Bennett came to Desire, Oklahoma to hide—and to heal.
When her truck breaks down on the way into town, she certainly doesn't expect men like Dillon Tanner and Ryder Hayes to come to her rescue.
Extraordinary men in an extraordinary town.
Their interest in her both excites and alarms her, but she knows they’re both way out of her league.
When an attack on the club brings a halt to the seminar she’s signed up for, Dillon and Ryder’s proposition to continue her lessons intrigues her. Dillon’s gentleness tempts her to put herself in his hands while Ryder’s wildness and apparent dislike for her makes her uneasy.
Under their guidance, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, one that teaches her decadent pleasures and raw desire.
Knowing a ménage relationship could never work, she still finds herself tempted to stay.
But fate, and her ex-boyfriend, have other plans.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Leah Brooke is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 CHERRIES: "Alison breaks down on the road into Desire, OK with a painful past and an even more broken spirit. In Desire, she hopes for a haven in which to recoup, time to make a plan, and a chance to rebuild her self-esteem. She gets all that plus more than she bargains for when she catches the eye of garage owners and best friends, Dillon Tanner and Ryder Hayes. Life in Desire is far from typical small town, USA. Thanks to a prequel to the current Desire series we know that the town was literally founded by two men and a woman who wanted a place to live together as a family, without scorn or prejudice. Those same founding father’s set the standard for accepting a new definition of traditional family with an old fashioned idea of protecting their own. In Desire, the men are strong but the women are their strength. Dillon, Ryder and Alison are a prime example of how the right woman (or man) can change a person’s perspective and give them a reason to believe in happily ever afters. On the surface the story seems to be primarily about Alison needing help and healing. As the story progresses and we get more information about Ryder I think you’ll agree that he needed someone with Alison’s tenacious personality and quick temper as well as her acceptance of him to prove that true love isn’t something that just happens to other people. As far as I know, Ms. Brooke never worked as a writer for the show 24. But she could have! This story moves at such a quick smooth pace you’re a little over a hundred pages in when you realize it’s still Alison’s first day in town and you’re nearly to the half way mark before the sex gets serious. Ms. Brooke builds tension and excitement into her relationships. If you’re looking for a quick SLAM BAM sex at first sight this isn’t the book for you. But if, instead, you enjoy the flirting glances, teasing touches and slow burn to ecstasy then this probably isn’t your first trip to Desire and even if it is it certainly won’t be your last! There are still so many stories left to tell in Desire and I, along with an ever growing fan base, are waiting patiently (sometimes not so patiently) to read Beau and Charity’s story along with Hunter, Remington, Michael, Brandon, Lucas, Devlin, Caleb…and about a half a dozen or more. The mark of a brilliant series and a truly talented storyteller is when the characters speak to the readers almost as much as they speak to the author. Ms. Brooke is that talented of a writer and her unique stories and the fantastical town they live in come alive in the pages of this book as well as the six (including the prequel) that preceded it. It’s not too late to jump on the band wagon to Desire. Once you get here, don’t be surprised when you find yourself wanting to put down roots." -- Honeysuckle, Whipped Cream
4.5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "I have read all the Desire, Oklahoma series books and they never fail to satisfy. Raw Desire is no different. It’s a joy to read from beginning to end. The heroine, Alison really comes to life right from the very start. As a reader, you become emotionally tied to her quite quickly. It almost feels as if you see the entire book from her perspective, but that’s not really true. As the book progresses the reader gets a greater feel for the depth behind Ryder and Dillon’s characters. Their motivations and desires… true desires… come to light a bit more slowly, but that was part of the fun. It’s fascinating to watch their growth as the story progresses. The sexual and sensual scenes were great. For me, though, the story was so fabulous that the sexual scenes seemed to have an over-abundance that wasn’t necessary to draw the story forward. But they were nevertheless hot and unique. Because I was so engrossed in the story, I will admit to skipping a few sex scenes in favor of finding out what would happen next. I’m not sure that can be called a negative in any way really. If you haven’t started the Desire, Oklahoma series, and you love hot steamy romances where anything goes (ménage, D/s, BDSM, etc.) then you should certainly take a look at them. I would, of course, suggest reading them in order, but they could easily stand alone as well. I can’t wait to see what happens in Desire in Leah Brooke’s next book." -- Jae, Dark Divas Reviews
More From Desire, Oklahoma
Dillon steadied her, staring down at her with eyes laced with concern. “Easy, honey. Are you sure you’re all right?”
Determined not to give Ryder the satisfaction of looking his way again, she stared straight ahead and struggled to convince her rubbery legs to support her.
She needn’t have worried.
Dillon held her steady, his arms strong and solid around her. Warm. Safe. Seductive.
She wanted it. She wanted to satisfy this burning need inside her, the need for reassurance that she was still a desirable woman.
She wanted to satisfy the hunger, the excitement of being well loved by a man, to be taken by a man who would make her feel.
She believed with everything inside her that Dillon would be the perfect man to accomplish both.
Turning in Dillon’s arms, she smiled her best flirtatious smile, hoping it didn’t look as stupid as it felt as she stifled an inconvenient yawn. “How could I not be all right with you here?”
Inhaling his scent, she snuggled closer. “Hmm, you smell good.”
After a long pause, Dillon chuckled. “So do you. I’ll bet you taste just as good.”
Alison snuggled closer and closed her eyes, letting him guide her across the parking lot. “You don’t have to bother with the lines. We can have sex after dinner. Oh!” Surprised at the yank on her arm that pulled her to a stop, she blinked her eyes open and stared up at him, wincing at the pull to her back.
Dillon’s brow went up, his scowl making him look even sexier. “Excuse me?”
Ignoring Ryder’s look of surprise, Alison looked around, belatedly hoping no one had overheard her.
Shaking off her stupor, and grasping for all the courage she could muster, Alison tried to adopt a seductive pose, stopping short when her back protested the movement. “You heard me. You want sex, and I want to practice what I learn at the club to make sure I get it right. I’ll be gone in less than two weeks. In the meantime there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun.”
Oh, God! Had she really said that out loud?
Dillon stared over her head at Ryder. “It appears she wants to use us to further her education after all.”
To her surprise, Ryder grabbed her arm and yanked her around to face him, the action sending a sharp pain through her back, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
With his hands wrapped around her upper arms, Ryder lifted her to her toes. “So now you want to use us to practice on, huh? You don’t think that’s going to get you out of paying for the repairs to your truck, do you, because, honey, I don’t pay for sex. Never have. Never will.”
Embarrassed, insulted, and in pain, Alison clenched her fist at her side, wanting to slap that arrogant look off his face, but she didn’t trust the look in his eyes daring her to do just that. “It had nothing to do with money or repairs to my truck, you asshole. I’m not a fucking whore. Just get away from me.”
She reached for her bag, but he wouldn’t release it, his brow going up in surprise when she fought for it as he held it just out of her reach.
She lunged after it, but found herself stopped short by the pain in her back even before the hard band of Dillon’s hand wrapped around her upper arm.
Biting her lip against the pain, she took several deep breaths before speaking. “Give it to me, damn you. And leave my truck here. I’ll get someone else to take care of it.”
Dropping her bag on the asphalt, Ryder whipped an arm out, snagging her waist and lifting her several inches off of the ground, plastering her against him. His other hand caught hers when she lashed out to smack his face.
“Settle down before you hurt yourself. Settle down, damn it.” He shook her once, the sharp pain forcing her to stop struggling.
“Listen, you asshole—”
“No, you listen.” His green eyes flashed. “I don’t know you. I met you less than an hour ago. You need repair work on your truck and after acting like you don’t want anything to do with either one of us, you change your mind and within minutes you’re offering sex. Just because we told you we go to the club, don’t think we don’t have standards. Every woman there is checked out before she’s allowed in the door. I don’t know you from Adam, lady, and until I do, I’m not buying what you’re selling.”
His grin sent a chill through her, making it difficult to breathe. “And by the way, there’s no other place in town to get your truck fixed. You’re just going to have to deal with us.”
Alison hid her wince when he set her none too gently on her feet. Careful not to move any more than necessary, she poked him in the chest. “For your information, I’m not selling anything. I thought I made that clear. And it has nothing to do with you anyway. I was talking to Dillon. I wouldn’t have you on a silver platter!”
Ryder gripped her chin, running his thumb over her bottom lip, a satisfied smile curving his lips when she shivered. With the other hand, he made a slow trail with a wandering finger from her chin, down her neck, stopping at a spot right between her breasts, making both of her nipples tighten unbearably and flare to life.
His low tone, laced with promise and intent, sent an answering surge of need through her.
“Real soon I’m gonna make you eat those words.”
She came with a startled cry, and then another as the pleasure soared. Her entire body sizzled from within, suffused with heat as she came hard, the smooth slide of Dillon’s fingers telling her she’d drenched them with her juices.
Ryder leaned over her, holding his fingers over her clit, letting them slide over it just enough to keep the pleasure rolling inside her.
“You’re blushing all over. Damn, that’s hot. If you weren’t so worn out, I’d make you come again.”
He flicked her clit one last time, smiling when she gasped. “You are so sensitive everywhere. Next time, baby, you’re getting fucked good. If you’re so sensitive here, I can only imagine what your ass is like. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Alison shivered, involuntarily clenching her butt cheeks together, which also tightened her pussy on Dillon’s fingers. Still struggling to catch her breath, she didn’t have the energy to move, but the awareness of where they still touched her kept her on edge.
Dillon grinned and slowly withdrew his fingers, sliding them lower to touch her bottom hole, making her pussy clench again in response.
“She likes having her ass touched. Scared, but she responds well to it.” He wrapped a hand around her thigh when she attempted to close them, holding it high and wide, increasing her awareness of her vulnerability. Dillon watched her face as he circled her puckered opening, his fingers slick with her juices.
“She’s got her ass clenched tight like she thinks that’ll keep me out.”
She sucked in a breath and tensed, her insides quivering. She’d never heard such an erotic and terrifying threat in her life.
Ryder gripped her other thigh and lifted it against his chest, spreading her even wider until she could feel the air blowing over her wet folds. He settled his fingers over her sensitized clit again, moving them lightly over it, but with expert precision.
“Answer me. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Ally?”
Shaking her head, she pushed against their hold and tried to sit up. “No. He tried. It hurt so bad. Don’t touch me there. Don’t hurt me.”
The firm fingers stroking her clit distracted her, building her arousal again even as she tightened her bottom as much as she could to prevent Dillon from entering her there.
Dillon leaned over her, keeping his finger poised at her puckered opening.
“Alison, I want you to trust me. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I just want to show you something. You did tell us to teach you everything, didn’t you?”
Alison arched as he bent and took a nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling over it and sending more jolts of pleasure to her clit, where Ryder moved his fingers faster. Oh, God, she was going to come again, her body so hungry for pleasure she couldn’t seem to stop.
When Dillon lifted his head again and nuzzled her jaw, hitting a particularly sensitive spot, she arched automatically to give him better access. His warm breath tickled her ear as he gathered more of her juices and began to circle her bottom hole again.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Tell me you trust me not to hurt you.”
Ryder bent to her other breast, swiping his tongue over it, and then grinning as he lifted his head just enough to blow on her wet nipple.
“Wait until you see how hard you come, darlin’, when Dillon slides his finger into your tight ass. You’re going to have to trust both of us if you want us to teach you.”
He bent again and took her nipple into his mouth, his attention on her clit becoming more focused, zeroing in on the exact place she needed it.
Moaning, she concentrated on not rocking her hips, the threat of Dillon’s finger breaching her bottom keeping her still.
“You’re supposed to be teach–teaching m–me how I can p–please you.”
She stilled as the warning tingles began, her body stiffening in anticipation. When Dillon and Ryder both lifted their heads to stare down at her and Ryder’s fingers stopped their slippery caress, she kicked her legs, lifting against Ryder’s fingers and whimpering when he avoided her.
“Damn it. Put it back. I was going to come.”
Dillon smiled tenderly. “And you think we didn’t know that. We’re paying attention to every move, every sound you make, Alison. In time, we’ll know your body as well as you do. You want to please me? Let me show you this.”
He pressed his finger at her forbidden opening, his tone sharpening when she turned away.
“Look at me, Alison.”
His slow smile seemed strained as he slid the tip of his finger inside her, setting off a barrage of shivers at the foreign and too-intimate sensation.
“And now, honey, you can come.”
Both of them watched her intently as Ryder began manipulating her clit again. Just as the first warning tingles began, Dillon slid his finger deep inside her bottom.
Stunned at the decadent fullness, Alison tightened on him, crying out as her orgasm slammed into her.
Dillon moved his finger inside her, awakening nerve endings in a place she’d always considered forbidden. “Damn, she’s tight. That’s it, Alison. That’s a girl. Oh, hell, I’m close to coming in my pants.”
Ryder bent low and wrapped an arm around the top of her head, running his lips over one cheek, while caressing the other. Slowing his strokes, he dragged out her orgasm, each small movement of his finger making her cry and shake helplessly.
“See? I told you. You like having your ass played with, don’t you, Ally?”
Dillon moved his fingers, making her gasp before she could answer. “You lie again like you did about your panties, and I’m spanking you.”
Ryder grinned. “Lie, Ally. Please lie.”