[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Holly Butterfield is a chubby, clumsy waitress, down on her luck. She moved to Merricks, Montana to start over. But things aren’t improving. She has smashed two cars and her house burnt down. To make matters worse, Holly has had a crush on Chase and Jarrod Walker from the moment she first saw them, but all they want is to be friends.
Chase and Jarrod Walker have had their eye on Holly, but know she has been burnt in love before. When trouble strikes, the brothers decide it’s time to step in and claim their woman. Chase and Jarrod are both doms and slowly introduce her to their lifestyle. Chase is a vet and a nurturer by nature. Jarrod has taken over the running of the family ranch and thrives on control.
Can they get Holly to trust them with more than just her heart or will her past catch up with her, bringing dangerous consequences?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Today couldn’t get any worse. To make matters even worse, Chase and Jarrod Walker had seen the whole thing. She had had a huge crush on the two men since she had set eyes on them the day they had first walked into the diner. It was her first shift and the brothers had come in for breakfast. She was hurrying around with the morning rush, not paying attention when she had crashed into a solid chest. Hands had reached out and steadied her before she went flying to the floor.
Looking up and then further up again, Holly’s jaw had dropped. He was absolutely gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes stared back at her and she almost swooned. He had strong chiseled features and a three-day growth. Light-brown hair peeked out from under his cowboy hat, and when he flashed her a killer smile, she knew she was a goner. She and half the damned women in town.
Holly had quickly stepped back and was then able to take in the rest of him. The man was tall, well over six feet and full of muscle. He wore faded blue Wranglers and a well-worn flannel shirt covering his big solid chest.
Holly looked over at the second man, when she heard an interrupting cough. She felt her heart skip a beat. He was just as hot and every bit as solid as the first man.
He too stood well over six feet tall, but didn’t have the rugged outdoorsy look of the other man. He was clean cut, his dirty-blond hair was trimmed neat and short, and he was wearing black jeans and a bomber jacket over a black T-shirt.
Both men had the same deep crystal blue eyes, and Holly guessed they were related.
“Are you going to show these men to a table, missy, or just stare at them all day?” Michael, the other owner of Stephie’s said. His voice had her jumping back in shock and scrambling to show them to a table.
“Here are your menus, and I’ll be back with the coffeepot,” Holly told them and then fled. She walked into the kitchen and took her time in catching her breath. She was dumbfounded. Never had men knocked her off her feet, the way that these two did, literally and figuratively.
How was she ever going to face them without embarrassing herself further? She was so attracted to them, her nipples had hardened behind her apron and her pussy had gushed. She didn’t even know their names.
Holly grabbed the coffeepot off the counter and rushed back out to fill their cups. Luckily she had managed to achieve that without spilling it everywhere. When it was time to take their order, she had looked everywhere but at the men. She had heard one of them chuckle and was sure she had turned bright red.
“What’s your name, darling?” the cowboy asked. Holly had almost swallowed her tongue. She blinked at him a couple of times before she was able to answer.
“Holly…Um…Holly Butterfield,” she finally replied.
“Well, Holly. I’m Jarrod and this here is my brother Chase.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” she said and then walked off. It wasn’t until she had reached the kitchen that she realized she hadn’t taken their order.
Holly smiled back at the memory. She didn’t usually get so timid in people’s company, but something about the two brothers got her all flustered.
They had eaten nearly every meal in Stephie’s since. They always sat in her section, and she continued to find ways to embarrass herself in front of them.
Holly had gotten to know them quite well, and they had become some of her closest friends. They watched out for her and were very helpful when her house burnt down. Little by little, her shyness had left, which made her days at work much easier.
She actually dropped things less since she had gotten used to them. Which wasn’t saying much, since she dropped things constantly anyway.
Holly had thought they were interested in her, but they had yet to make a move. The longer time went on and the better she knew them, the more she felt that they just wanted to be her friend. Which was a bummer, because she was really attracted to them.
She tried to tell herself it wasn’t because of her weight. She had seen them around town with larger-figured woman, but the doubts crept in. Holly had always been ashamed of her size. Her old boyfriend had constantly called her fat and told her to diet, but then he was a bum who had fleeced her of all her money.
She was only twenty-three years old and felt she had already lived for forty or more years. She huffed and brushed her curly blonde hair from her face, which sprang straight back. Surely she wasn’t that bad. She had nice features and liked the hazel color of her eyes, and she didn’t have a big nose or anything.
Holly sighed and finished cleaning. She needed to finish serving her customers. Surely her day would improve.
“Roll over, sweetheart,” Jarrod said. “It’s time for some loving.”
Jarrod and Chase helped Holly roll onto her back and then position her arm out to the side. Once they had checked she was comfortable, Jarrod looked her body over.
Holly lay demurely with her eyes closed and her legs closed tighter. He chuckled to himself and grabbed an ankle in each of his hands.
“You aren’t to hide yourself from us, remember. When we are alone like this you will be open and available to us. Emotionally and physically.”
Jarrod gently pried her legs apart, bent her knees, and placed her heels close to her bottom. Then he waited, looking down at her from his kneeling position near her feet.
Come on, sweetheart, you can do it, he said to himself as he waited for her to open herself up to his stronger will.
Surely enough, Holly opened her knees ever so slowly until her legs touched the blanket and her pussy was showing. Jarrod continued to wait. He wasn’t going to rush her, but she was going to follow his commands.
Chase knelt next to her head, his hands fisted on his jean-clad legs, his knuckles almost white. Jarrod could see the desperation on his face. Chase was every bit as impatient to touch their woman as Jarrod, but they needed to stay in control. Their inner Doms demanded it.
Holly pulled in a large breath, and her breasts wiggled as she did. Jarrod’s smile damned well nearly split his face, when her hazel eyes opened and she peeked up at him, before they swung over to Chase.
“Good girl,” Chase said, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt and then pulling it from his body. Jarrod quickly followed until they were both as naked as she was and ready to move forward.
“Wow, er…I mean…um,” Holly said, stumbling over her words. She was looking at their bodies, her eyes swinging back and forth between the two of them.
Jarrod smiled a predatory smile and reached down to take his hard length in his hand. He watched her eyes as he slowly stroked himself, up and down.
Holly’s eyes turned green with lust and her lips parted as she puffed out little breaths. Chase moved to lay along her side, naked and every bit as hard as Jarrod.
“Kiss me, baby,” Chase said, turning her face toward him and lowering his head to capture her lips with his own. When Chase reached out to palm one of her breasts in his large hand, Jarrod heard Holly moan low, her body shifting to get closer to Chase’s touch.
Jarrod grunted his approval and then lay down on his stomach, his face inches from Holly’s welcoming heat. Drawing in a breath through his nose, the unique smell of her musk hit his senses, and his cock grew even harder.
He couldn’t wait anymore to taste her. Lowering his head, he licked his way from her puckered opening, all the way up until he hit her little bud.
Jarrod placed his hands on her hips to hold her still, as she bucked under his mouth. He used one hand to pull back her lips and expose her pearly clit.
Fuck, she was hot. Jarrod dove in like a mad man and suckled, licked, and bit, until Holly was panting and moaning into Chase’s mouth.
Freeing her hips, he slowly entered her with one long finger. Heat surrounded him immediately, engulfing his digit in hot wet flesh. Holly’s hips bucked again and the walls of her channel tightened, gripping him with a force that was surprisingly strong.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head to look at her over the top of her pubic bone. “Let it all go. No one can hear you.”
He lowered his head once more, tasting her flavor on his tongue. It exploded on his taste buds, sweet and spicy, and all Holly. Jarrod added another finger to her channel and curled them until he hit the little soft sponge and sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time.
She drove her hips high to meet him, breaking her mouth away from Chase and arching her neck back. She opened her mouth on a silent cry, and Jarrod knew she was moments away from release.
“Pinch her nipples, Chase,” Jarrod told his brother. “She’s so close.”
Jarrod added a third finger and drove into her tight heat with force. His fingers stretched her channel, and her juices coated his fingers and palm.
Chase reached over and squeezed her nipples, pulling and tugging on them until they were hard red buds. Holly was thrashing about mindless of her surroundings, placing all her trust in Chase and Jarrod’s skillful hands.