[Siren LoveEdge: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, voyeurism, consensual BDSM elements, spanking, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Brianna Baldini ropes in a fraudulent cowboy and lands in bed with her father’s enemy, but when the Jackson brothers find out what has happened to the woman they love they offer her the security she’ll only find in their loving arms.
Jax, Flint, and Tyler Jackson have waited to claim Brianna, but not because she’s a pretty young thing. They wanted to give her extraordinary things no one else could offer—a lifetime of happiness, a family, and every inch of themselves together as a loving unit. Their only concern was if she could handle them. Then tragedy strikes and leaves little room for doubt.
Brianna is looking for trouble and finds it. She unravels a larger plot, a huge scheme, one destined to place Brianna in a world of danger. Soon, the Jacksons are taking up arms and fighting for the woman they love, but they aren’t the only players in an untangling web of deadly deception.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Natalie Acres is a Siren-exclusive author.
Her insides trembled. She’d long since come to terms with the dangers her father’s business represented. She was also aware of what they potentially faced in the coming days. Apparently it was worse than she thought if Kane had called in his friends from Fletcher.
“May I help you?” Mrs. Gibbles spoke through the screen door.
“I’m Joshua McKay. This is Aspen, my brother. We’re here to see the Jackson brothers.”
Mrs. Gibbles glanced to her left. Tyler rotated his hand in a circular motion, indicating he wanted her to move the conversation along. She attempted to look around the two broad men. “Who is in the vehicle with you?”
“Our wife, Vicky,” Joshua said. “Our brother Patrick wasn’t able to make the trip on short notice.”
She nodded and again she turned to Tyler for coaching. He whispered something to her, keeping his gun cocked in the air. “Mr. Tyler wants to see Mrs. McKay, please. I hope you understand. They’re taking extra precautions this morning.”
“Certainly,” Aspen said. He motioned for Vicky.
A minute later, Vicky stood on the porch. A feisty little woman, she traipsed up the front stairs with her strap heels dangling from her fingertips.
“Honey, this is Mrs. Gibbles, the Jacksons’ housekeeper.” Joshua glared at Mrs. Gibbles and as if he thought something was suddenly wrong, he muttered, “Get her out of here, Aspen.” He backed away from the door as if he’d determined they were about to be ambushed.
“That’s her,” Brianna said, pushing away from Flint and rushing the door. Jax caught her around the waist and stopped her.
Tyler stepped forward, made a show out of putting his safety on, and tucked his gun at the small of his back. “Thank you, Mrs. Gibbles.” He pushed open the door. “Come on in, fellas. My apologies for the alarm.”
“You’re sure it’s her?” Jax asked, holding Brianna against him.
“Positive.” She wiggled free of his grip and hurried to the door. “Vicky!”
“Well I never in my life…” Vicky rushed inside and grabbed her. After a hug, she held her at arm’s length. “Look at you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. No wonder these boys want to protect you.” She glanced at Joshua and then Aspen. “Oh stop acting pissed off. They were just looking after her. You two should understand that better than anyone.”
Introductions were quickly made and the McKays were invited to join them for breakfast. Once they were seated, Joshua said, “Kane says you’re expecting trouble.”
“That’s right,” Jax said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “I’m a little embarrassed here. I’m confident we can keep Brianna safe, but for whatever reason, Kane thinks you can help us more than we can help ourselves.”
“We’ve had experience dealing with legal matters,” Aspen said.
“We’re the kind of friends that don’t help you pull the trigger necessarily, but we’re damn good at hiding bodies.”
“Oh Josh, stop.” Vicky smiled, sipped her coffee, and patted Brianna’s hand. Turning sideways in her chair, she said, “Tell me about you, honey. How long have you lived here?”
“She moved in last night,” Jax said.
“Oh.” Vicky relaxed her grip on Brianna’s hand. “Well trust me when I tell you, being a damsel in distress isn’t always a bad thing. The best relationships in this life are often born and bred from hard times and dangerous beginnings.”
“She should know,” Aspen said. “We’ve gone through our share of them with Vicky, Peyton, and the girls.”
“The girls?” Jax searched their faces.
“We think of Ansley, Kimberly, and Trixie as ours as much as the Cartwells,” Vicky explained. “Thank goodness our own daughter hasn’t been in a lot of danger yet.”
“Don’t jinx us, Vicky,” Joshua said, taking a bite of a buttery biscuit. Around a mouthful of bread, he added, “We’re prepared to help. Kane filled us in. Now with that said, we always want to know Vicky is safe. In the event there’s trouble, we only ask for one thing. You boys protect Vicky just as you would protect Brianna.”
“You have our word,” Jax said.
“Why did you come here, Vicky?” Brianna asked. “It isn’t safe.”
She was dying a slow and enjoyable death. They were torturing her. She was certain of it.
Brianna had begged for release, groveled for more fulfillments, asked them to fuck her, and eventually came to another conclusion again.
They wanted her to suffer. They wanted her to beg. They wanted to make sure she understood no one could ever love her as well as they could love her.
She. Was. A. Believer.
Loving them eased her mind, healed any open wounds. This moment was akin to a ritualistic sexual healing, a loving fiasco so perfect she wouldn’t change a single thing.
Jax was between her legs then. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside her rim, fluttering the tip inside her hole until she was exasperated, breathless, and too weak to ask him to take her there.
His long arm slid up her leg and his hand rested on her pussy. When she tried to bear down on his tongue, he slapped her pussy and exquisite sensations rolled over her body, splitting off in a hundred different directions.
“More, Jax,” she whispered, beginning to think they could do this all night.
This time, Flint stepped up to the bed. Already sheathed and oiling his cock until it glistened, he popped her pussy with a firm hand. “Ask again and we’ll make you wait until morning.”
“Trust us,” Tyler said. “Trust us to take you when you’re ready, when you’ll enjoy your orgasms most.”
She wanted to tell them she was prepared already. She longed to scream that she’d been born for this, fated to spend her life with them. She was sure, certain of it.
Brianna was also very aware of the fact that they were playing with her, trying to make her learn but teasing her with their lessons, determined to discipline her for her actions. That’s when it struck her. She was being punished. “You want me to pay for what I did.”
“No,” Jax said, lowering her legs and moving aside for Flint again.
Flint took his new position to the extreme. He hurriedly pushed her legs aside, using his elbows to find a more comfortable place. He didn’t take his own sweet time. He didn’t ease into the act. Instead, he thrust inside her giving her one hell of a tongue fuck and taking her right to the brink before abandoning her.
“Then what do you call this?” she asked, whimpering. Her body was now covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. Her breasts rose and fell. She had been so sure Tyler would let her take that first orgasm, let her ride the hell out of his sultry tongue.
“We wanted to punish you,” Tyler told her, taking a sip of water from the glass on the nightstand. “But we’ve done that.” He tucked his index finger under her chin and held her still as Flint’s head moved rapidly between her legs. “We want you to enjoy us, and only us, if you ever go looking for trouble again—in a club or anywhere else—this is what you’ll face.”
And that was supposed to be a threat? She blinked, trying to figure this all out.
Jax sat beside her, looping his arm over her middle and resting his palm next to her hip. “The difference is we’ll tease and taunt you for hours upon hours and we will not give in. We’ll make you sweat, beg, just grovel, and cry for our touch, for one quick fuck.” His eyes darkened. “But that fuck you’ll need won’t come easily.”
“I understand.” She still wondered if she should later test that. The whole torturous pleasure-pain was a real turn-on.
Flint tucked his hands under her bottom and lifted his face away from her pussy long enough to say, “Are you sure you understand, Brianna?”
“Positive,” she said, rising to her elbows, crossing her fingers her honest answer would earn her a reward.
As if he’d read her mind, he lowered his mouth to her pussy again. This time, his tongue struck out at her channel with deep intrusive strikes, lapping her insides until she was seconds—or fractions of a second—from exploding!
Her body trembled. Her legs shook. Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as Flint ate her out like he had sat down to a delicious meal, served right up and found only between her legs. His tongue traveled. His cheeks rubbed against her thighs.