[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Can a former cop learn to trust an ex-con to keep their Destiny safe? Can Destiny Fields trust two men with everything including her heart? Marty Oleander and Granger McCall must put aside their differences to keep Destiny safe, but will they be able to convince her to give them a chance with her heart as well? Destiny wants to trust the two men, but how can they share one woman without it tearing them all apart?
Three people alone in a world turned upside down must find their way to safety, building a home together and forging a bond between three hearts. Can jealousies and the fear of losing everything be overcome, or will they admit defeat before they’ve even begun?
Sometimes all it takes is the determination of a good woman and a love so strong it defies tradition to create a happy ending. Destiny is that woman and her men have that love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
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“Hell!” Marty Oleander pulled off the side of the road despite the fact that there were few vehicles on the road anymore. “How in the hell did I pick up something to give me a flat tire?”
Jumping out of the truck’s cab, he walked around to the passenger side of the truck and, sure enough, the back tire was flat as a pancake. One more thing to have to look for in the next town he found. He rummaged around in the back of the truck and located the jack and a wrench. After loosening the lug nuts, he pulled the spare tire from beneath the truck’s bed and then proceeded to change the tire.
Twenty minutes later, he returned everything, but didn’t bother wasting space in the back with the blow tire. It couldn’t be repaired anyway. He left it well off the side of the road and climbed back in the truck. Leaning his head back against the back of the seat, Marty rested a few precious minutes, sipping occasionally from a bottle of water. He felt as if he’d been on the road for months now.
When all hell broke loose almost seven years ago, he’d been a rookie police officer right out of the academy. Less than eight months on the job out of a house in south Chicago, and Marty learned what true anarchy looked like. For the next two years he had tried to continue working to keep innocents safe in the new chaotic state they lived in.
Wave after wave of disasters, including the aftermath of diseases that swept through the city, left people scared and desperate. You became a predator, or you were the prey. Many of his fellow cops had disappeared from one day to the next. Some had just stopped coming to work, choosing instead to protect and take care of their families, while others were never heard from again. Marty figured some had fled the city’s inner turmoil and hostility, but some had probably been killed. Wearing a uniform, now more than ever, made you a target.
As time passed, even his superiors became corrupt, taking bribes in the form of food and supplies to line their store rooms. He kept trying to do the right thing, but when the same man he’d protected with his life only months before tried to kill him one day, Marty gave up, losing his faith in humanity. In his eyes, there was no such thing as innately good anymore. Man was out for what he could get, and to hell with whoever was in his way.
Marty had no close relatives still living. His sister and her family lived in Arizona, if they were even still alive. He hadn’t heard from her since before the disasters had wiped out most forms of communication across the nation. His parents had died in an accident a year before everything went crazy. He’d been dating a nice woman at the time, but when he’d gone looking for her, he couldn’t find her. No one seemed to know what had happened to her. He had no idea if she was still alive somewhere or not.
He had drifted around doing odd jobs to keep food in his belly for a year until he couldn’t take the constant sounds of agony and despondence that never seemed to go away. Now he was heading in the general direction of Montana where he’d heard there were communes of families living off the land there. He hoped he would find peace out there. As it was, he had nothing to lose. Staying in Chicago wasn’t an option anymore. He was slowly going crazy. The screams of women being raped and children going hungry were too much to take.
Marty stretched and started the truck once again. He needed to find shelter for the night. It would be dark soon. He’d slept in his truck a few times, but he didn’t like doing it. Not only was it as uncomfortable as hell, it wasn’t safe. He liked to find an old house or store that had been abandoned so that he could barricade the entrances from the inside.
As he pulled back onto the road, it occurred to him that he’d turned twenty-nine a few days past and hadn’t even thought about it until then. He chuckled to himself. At twenty-nine, he’d thought he would be married with at least one kid by now. His older sister had three. At least she’d had three when he’d last spoken to her. Now he didn’t even know if she or any of her family was still alive.
“No use dwelling on something I can’t do anything about. Concentrate on staying on the road and finding shelter, Marty.” He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, reminding himself not to go above sixty. It was the best speed to conserve gas and still get somewhere before full dark.
Three hours later, he pulled up next to what had once been a country bar and grill, according to the sign out front. He didn’t see any signs of life, but he carried his weapon with him as he checked it out. He had about an hour until sunset and needed to secure the building if he was going to stay there. As much as he would rather have found an old house, the few he’d passed had looked occupied. This was the first building that looked in decent shape and empty since he’d had the flat tire.
He disturbed an armadillo and a nest of rats, but there was no sign of humans or wolves using the place. Marty quickly settled on the storage room as the best place to bed down for the night since there were no windows and the door actually had a deadbolt on the inside. He couldn’t imagine why that was, but he was thankful all the same.
After unloading everything of value into the small space, Marty quickly explored the kitchen and found a few cans of vegetables along with a sack of dried beans. He added them to his stash, laid out his bed, and locked himself inside. When he turned off the lantern, the room plunged into darkness. Every noise in the building seemed magnified with the dark enveloping him. Having lived in Chicago all of his life, Marty still couldn’t get used to the complete darkness of his new world. When the sun set back home now, there was no electricity to illuminate the night. Still, locked down inside a small room without windows was the ultimate in being in the dark. He didn’t like it. Not one damn bit.
“Mmm, you smell delicious, darling,” Granger muttered against her neck. “Good enough to eat.”
She felt her blood heat up once again, no doubt leaving her cheeks pink in the process. Did he know she was wet? Could he actually smell her?
“I agree. I vote we take turns eating her for breakfast,” Marty’s husky voice startled her.
“You’re awake?” she gasped out.
“Awake and very hungry,” Marty said with a chuckle. “Granger, move, man. You’re heavy as lead.”
The other man laughed and rolled off of her. She immediately missed the weight of him at her back. Before she could say anything, Marty had rolled her over, and she realized that they were all nude beneath the covers. That was why she’d been so toasty warm. It had been the body heat of skin against skin. She shivered with awareness as both men leaned over her with obvious bad intentions all over their faces.
“What?” she started to ask.
“Relax, ladybug. Just lie there, and let us make you feel good,” Marty said with a devilish smile.
She tried to draw in a deep breath, but it was as if she couldn’t get her lungs to expand. Calloused hands smoothed over her breasts, caressing them gently. She’d never been touched there by a man’s hands before. The sensations of their fingers rubbing over her smooth flesh had her heart racing. When they pulled at her nipples, she couldn’t help but grab their wrists.
“Did we hurt you?” Granger asked, concern written all over his beautifully scared face.
“Nooo. So good,” she crooned, squeezing her eyes shut against the pleasure.
“Look at us, honey. Watch how touching you makes us feel,” Granger said.
Destiny opened her eyes to see their desire etched into the lines around their eyes and at their mouths. Watching her watch them, they both slowly dipped their heads and closed their mouths over a nipple. Warm, wet heat enveloped the tight peaks as they swirled their tongues around and sucked on them.
“Oh, God!” She was going to explode.
They continued to touch and mound her breasts with their hands as they drew on her nipples as if they couldn’t get enough of her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the erotic sight of two heads bent over her breasts. Her body felt as if it was burning from the inside out. She expected to see smoke rising from her as they tightened places inside of her she’d never thought about before.
She lifted her hands and dug her fingers into their hair, massaging their scalps like a needy kitten. Never had anything felt so good. Books didn’t even come close to describing the zings of pleasure that shot from her breasts to her pussy. This was so much more than anything she ever imagined in her daydreams.
They slowly pulled away from her nipples, letting the tortured nubs pop from their mouths. Destiny whimpered at the loss.
Marty chuckled. “Easy, ladybug. We’ll take care of you. Just relax.”
“Feel,” Granger added with a sinful smile.
They licked beneath her breasts then slowly made their way down her abdomen, nipping lightly with their teeth, then caressing the spot with their tongues. It felt so good and so bad all at the same time. Two men. Touching her. It was amazing.
The lower they went, the more of her covers they pulled away until finally, Granger tossed them all the way off the foot of the bed, baring her entire body to their eyes. Heat raced across her skin, turning it pink under their stares.
“You are beautiful, Destiny. So fucking pretty.” Granger leaned over and licked her at the juncture of her thigh and pelvis.
She couldn’t help but giggle and draw up her leg. He growled against her skin and held her flat as he kissed and licked all along her lower abdomen. Marty returned to her breasts, sucking on one while he pinched the nipple of the other one between his thumb and forefinger. Having them split their attentions across her body was unsettling. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on any one spot. It was overwhelming until Granger changed positions and spread her legs with his body.
“Shhh, darling. I’m going to kiss this pretty pussy and make it feel good. That’s all. Relax.” Granger blew warm air across her wet lips, sending shivers all over her body.
Marty pulled her attention back to him when he gently bit her nipple, pulling it tight as he teased the tip with his tongue. The pleasure-pain of it had her ears ringing.
Destiny jumped when Granger spread her thighs even wider and ran his tongue up her slit, right over the top of her clit.
Oh, God, that felt so good.