[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, voyeurism, HEA]
Jessica Hoyt escapes heartbreak and job loss after her ex-fiancé knocks up, then weds, her employer’s daughter, shotgun style. She moves to Enclave, Montana to start over with a possible new job opportunity. Meeting Garrett Campbell and Seth Dawson her first night in town brings about unsettled lust between the trio and a wickedly satisfying relationship begins.
Garrett and Seth have a long-standing reputation for non-permanence with women. Their ex-fiancée burned them years ago with unforgivable betrayal, but Jessica has her own heartbreaking story, and the two men are smitten with her from the moment they meet.
Jessica explores their ménage lifestyle enthusiastically. While some disconcerting mishaps follow her initially, Jessica soon makes several friendships at Old West Town, settling into her new life. Until trouble in the form of her ex-fiancé demanding something she’s unwilling to part with threatens to put her in jail and possibly drive the lovers apart forever.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Elle Saint James is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Under normal circumstances, she’d smile and keep moving. Tonight, she was looking for someone to make her feel special. She needed it. Even if she only garnered a dance or a kiss. She wanted it.
This man looked like a perfect candidate to take the edge off her stingingly low spirit and satisfy her neglected libido. Especially tonight of all nights.
Her wobbly legs shifted in mid-stride to go forth and at least introduce herself. Even if he didn’t want to satisfy her in the bridal suite, it never hurt to make friends with men who had big feet, right?
Confident he wouldn’t be interested in her anyway, she planned to simply let fate decide her path tonight. Whatever happened with this coming chat would be a sign for whether or not she should pursue this man. Unfortunately, she failed to see the curb drop off as she had gravitated in Mr. Delectable’s direction.
Before she could say “Hey, do you want to be my bridegroom tonight?” she misjudged her step off of the sidewalk and launched gracelessly into the air.
Her plastic lined bucket was the true casualty, spraying tiny squares of ice across three open parking spaces when it struck the asphalt and cracked. There was another new expense on her already too large motel bill. She then completed her humiliating tumble onto her hands and knees, landing right at his very large, booted feet.
Mr. Delectable bent down immediately. “Are you okay?” His hand caressed her shoulder with surprising warmth as he helped her stand up again.
“I’ll live. But how completely embarrassing.” She looked into his concerned eyes and took a step to get closer. That was the moment she discovered her ankle had twisted awkwardly during her graceless fall. One step, and an electric shock of pain shot from her ankle to her brain. She fell right into his open arms, pressing her breasts into his firm chest. Was this the sign from fate pointing her in this guy’s direction? Hope so.
“Whoa, there.” He wrapped his solid arms around her torso, hugging her tight to his body, and keeping her from hitting the pavement again.
“Must have twisted my ankle. Awesome. Now I’m even more humiliated.”
But then her face pressed deliciously into his muscular chest, and the utterly masculine scent of him intoxicated all of her senses. Her breasts tingled at the abrupt contact. She got even more lightheaded, and not from the vodka either. She wanted him. She wanted him to take all her pain away.
The sting of her ankle faded in the wake of this discovery. She caught a glance of his full, sensuous lips, contemplating what kind of kiss he’d deliver.
Before she could say a word of protest—and she wouldn’t have anyway—he’d swooped down and picked her up into his strong capable arms. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve never had a woman fall at my feet before. Actually, it makes me feel special.”
That makes two of us.
Jessica slid her arms more firmly around his neck, lying to herself that it was to hold on better. In fact, it gave her better access to breathe in the yummy-scented air wafting around his neck and chest. Plus, he didn’t seem to mind. He smelled so fucking good, she had to resist the urge to sniff him like a dog checking out a particularly juicy bone.
He glanced in her direction and grinned suddenly. She swore she heard a choir of angels break out into song. A shimmy of desire buzzed low in her belly. Hopefully, he wasn’t reading her mind. Or perhaps a mindreading trait would make it easier to get him to do what she wanted. At least one kiss from that perfect mouth.
She gazed lovingly into his eyes. “Well, we’re even, then. Because I’ve never been so knocked out by a pretty face that I didn’t have control of my legs before.”
He squeezed her in his arms. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know. I’m also smart and funny.”
It was her turn to grin. “I have no doubt.”
“Where’s your room? The least I can do is see you safely home for the night.”
“Actually, I’m in the bridal suite. Number thirty-six.” She pointed in the direction of her room and for the first time appreciated the fact that it was nice and quiet and located at the end of the building away from all the other rooms.
“The bridal suite?” He stopped in mid step. The concern shaping his face was sincere. “Am I about to be beaten up by your brand new husband for taking unsuitable liberties?”
She gazed into his luscious blue eyes. “Nope. It was simply the only room available for the night.” She squeezed him tighter, and said, “But if you want to marry me, then I’d be delighted to share the room with you.”
He grinned again, and the invisible angels let loose another chorus.
She tightened her grip around his neck once more, and said, “Actually, given the past several weeks, I’d be delighted to share the room regardless of our marital status.”
Mr. Delicious hugged her closer to his chest, as well, and asked, “Is that so? What happened to you in the past several weeks?”
“My ex-fiancé knocked up my employer’s daughter a couple of months before we were supposed to get married. Then he announced the news on Valentine’s Day to a room full of my peers at work, including my boss.
“So, on that score, I’m pretty sure the last man in my life doesn’t care what I do any more. I know I don’t care about him. All of this is only worse because this morning I would have been married and tonight would have been my wedding night.” Why would I admit all of that? She closed her eyes, wishing that vodka didn’t loosen her lips so easily.
“That’s appalling.” He took a couple more steps before adding, “Then again, you’re better off. He’s obviously an idiot, and you should count your blessings.”
Her brows scrunched. “I know he’s an idiot. How did you guess?”
He stared deeply into her eyes. “Because you’re stunning. Clearly, he didn’t deserve you. I’d say you were lucky to have escaped when you did for whatever reason.”
“Any rules I need to be aware of for this round?” she asked with a playful smirk.
“No rules. But hang on, baby, you’re in for a deep, hard ride.”
Her lids went up all the way. She didn’t say anything, but her impish smile made his heart beat a little faster.
Seth moved across the bed until his back was pressed against the headboard. His legs were splayed wide open. Jessica turned over, crawling on her hands and knees toward Seth. She stopped, lowered like she was about to do a pushup, and kissed the top of Seth’s cockhead.
Garrett eased from the bed, grabbed a condom from his wallet, sheathing himself for what came next. Penetration. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he rolled the latex in place. After the amazing blowjob and the recent pussy feast, Garrett was already very eager for this coming round of dark sexual adventure.
The first climax he’d had took the edge off, but right now he felt like he could pump a few times inside her tight body and blow his wad with ease. But he wouldn’t. Not until he’d had his fill. Which might take a while.
Garrett climbed onto his knees behind Jessica’s bared, and very sweet, heart-shaped ass. His cock throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. He pressed his hips forward, relishing the sublime sensation as his cockhead grazed the seam of her still wet pussy lips.
Jessica sucked in a breath, flicking her long blonde hair over one shoulder and glancing his direction momentarily. She then turned her attention away and back to Seth. Garrett eased the tip of his cock into her achingly tight, hot pussy, his dick pulsing with desire every bit of the way.
Jesus. Don’t come yet.
Maybe he was on the large side, but the ultra snug fit of her pussy as he thrust deeper and deeper made him wonder if she might be slightly less experienced than they’d realized. She didn’t seem pained by his penetration, so he moved forward mentally and, most importantly, physically.
Once he was fully seated, his cock pulsated in delight. Garrett bent over and kissed the center of her back. He ran his fingertips along her sides, past her hips, down to her knees, and back again twice, trying to get hold of himself, suddenly fearful he would be a two-pump chump if he started fucking her before gaining a modicum of control.
“You’re virginally tight,” he said, placing his palms on her hips, and readying himself for maximum thrusting leverage.
“Oh yeah? Well, you’re hung like a polar bear,” she quipped, and then sucked Seth’s cock deeply into her mouth.
He watched her pleasure Seth for a few moments, relishing the vivid memory of her mouth’s heat the moment she’d gone down on his grateful dick earlier in the evening. Turned out that an unexpected blowjob was his absolute favorite. His cock took that moment to swell within her tight, slick pussy as if applauding the recollection.
Garrett kept his gaze on her head, bobbing over Seth’s cock as he pulled out slowly and then drove inside again. Each time he withdrew and then penetrated her, he sped his movements.
Seth had bunched the coverlet in each of his outstretched fists. His head was thrown back against the headboard, his teeth were pressed tightly together. A pleasurable sounding noise erupted from his friend’s mouth with every other breath he expelled. He wasn’t going to last too much longer.
Garrett’s fingers tightened, gripping the soft flesh of Jessica’s hips more firmly for leverage. She didn’t seem pained by his deep, hard, and fast penetration, which was good because this felt too damn good to stop.
He slammed forward, suddenly pushing her harder and deeper onto Seth’s cock as she was already headed downward. Seth’s entire body stiffened. As he withdrew, Garrett slowed his movement, as the previous thrust caused Seth to roar in climax. His friend promptly folded in half, his fists releasing the coverlet, and promptly funneling his fingertips into Jessica’s soft luscious strands.
After a few more sucks, he pulled her from his cock, cradling her head in his slack arms. He sent a look to Garrett that seemed to say, “Guess what? I don’t want to let her go.”
Garrett pulled her backward into his groin, digging his fingers deeply into her flesh. Her arms straightened so she was truly back on her hands and knees. The visual of this moment firmly cemented into his brainpan forever. He never wanted to let her go either.
Before he’d increased his penetration speed to full power, something he didn’t expect happened. Jessica started rearing backward, meeting each of his powerful thrusts. Like he wasn’t fucking her hard enough to her satisfaction so she had to help out.
He sent Seth a look trying to express, “I don’t want to let her go either.” His friend smiled and then centered his attention on where Garrett’s stiff cock invaded Jessica’s silken pussy.
The sensations racing from cock to balls to spine to brain and back again were unequaled. Each drive inside was better than the last and that was saying quite a bit as each thrust put his thoughts higher and higher into ultra pleasure mode.