[Siren Ménage and More: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, time travel, HEA]
Yasemin Miller was sexy, stylish and sophisticated. Gerald Thompson was tall, dark and handsome. They have been skirting their attraction for nearly three years until Yasemin received an unexpected phone call that changed the course of her life and would take them to Turkey.
Upon their arrival in Istanbul, Turkey, they met with the incredibly sexy Seth Barnes. Immediately Yasemin and Gerald wanted him and it was long before Seth seduced the couple into a red-hot ménage that pushed their boundaries.
But Seth had a secret admirer that threatened his relationship with Yasemin and Gerald. Could he realize it if he opened his heart and soul to his lovers or would he lose them both, forever?
A Siren Erotic Romance
With a frown, she said, “Good evening, lovers! What’s going on around here? Where is my wee man? Thomas and I had a date with a new book I bought for him.” She thumbed in the direction of her handbag.
Her playful chatter died when the couple in front of her jumped simultaneously. Zara had her hand against her chest and Peter tried to swallow a couple of times.
“Dear God, Yasemin!” Zara suddenly exclaimed. “You scared the daylights out of us!”
“Don’t mind your sister, honey! Come and join us. Grab yourself a cup of coffee.”
She gave them a suspicious look. They were not dressed to go out. With an uneasy feeling, she poured herself the hot brew. She feel their stares behind her back. With her mug, she turned and made her way around the table. As she took the seat facing them, she placed her cup in front of her and crossed her arms on the table.
“What gives? And where’s Thomas?” she demanded with a heavy sigh, looking from Peter to Zara and back. “Why aren’t you dressed? You are going to be late. Don’t tell me you cancelled your date! I told you I would mind Thomas,” she reprimanded her. God! She loved her sister dearly, but sometimes…
She heard Peter cough a couple of times. “Yasemin, we had to cancel it, honey. Something has come up. We called my mother and asked her to come and take Thomas to her place for tonight,” he said, and looked at Zara for some kind of confirmation.
Zara nodded. “This morning, we received a phone call from…Turkey.”
She could see her sister inhale deeply as tears gathered in her beautiful, doe-brown eyes. Did she just say Turkey? Oh my God! Lara…Suddenly, her heart pounded fast. She felt lightheaded.
Before her disappearance, they knew that Lara had planned to travel to Turkey the day after Zara and Peter’s wedding. She even had made a reservation at a hotel in Istanbul for a fortnight.
“Yes?” Her mouth was suddenly very dry. She squeezed her cup with shaky fingers. She brought it to her lips and drank the strong liquid, but it didn’t satisfy her needs. She needed something stronger. Could it be possible?
“The man on the phone told us that he had found Lara.”
Now, tears flowed down her sister’s cheeks. Peter wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her tightly against him while murmuring comforting words. She couldn’t understand why Zara was so upset. Why didn’t she jump up and down with joy?
“That’s fantastic! Did you talk to her? Who was this man anyway? When is she coming back home? Why did she disappear on us, huh?”
She was so happy and excited. Lara had been found! She knew she was babbling but she couldn’t help it. Her sister had been right all along. She started to giggle and was about to say something when she lifted her head and looked at her sister and Peter. The look of despair in their faces told her another story, and her happiness was short lived.
“Sort of…” Peter murmured.
He completely lost her. “What do you mean by sort of?”
“The man is the curator of a museum in Istanbul. He found a painting of Lara,” Zara said with a broken voice. Yasemin didn’t interrupt them. She wanted to know what was really going on.
They looked at her oddly. “Honey, the painting was dated 1531 and the historical period was in the Ottoman Empire,” Peter finished.
Yasemin blinked several times for her brain to process what they had just told her.
“I’m going to catch the first flight to Turkey and see the painting with my own eyes,” Zara continued.
Holding her hand up, she said, “Now, hold on a minute, here! How do you know it isn’t a prank or a false lead, huh? It has been a year, Zara. I know you want to believe that she’s still alive, love…”
Zara and Peter looked at each other for some kind of support, then Zara focused on her.
“Yasemin, the curator found a letter hidden behind the painting with my name, address and telephone number written on it.”
She felt dumfounded. “Are you trying to tell me that Lara didn’t die but travelled back in time?” Yasemin laughed nervously.
Could it actually be possible? Did Lara go back in time? She rubbed her temples with her fingertips. She could feel a headache coming on. Suddenly, Yasemin pushed her chair backwards and commenced marching up and down the kitchen.
Zara wanted to go to Turkey and follow this new lead. By doing so, the wee man’s routine would be disturbed and it would confuse him. The idea of upsetting Thomas was unthinkable to Yasemin.
She faced them and took a deep breath. “I will go! I have taken some days off…”
He loved her so much. Her eyes shone like diamonds, and angels would fall from heaven for her smile. Her hair flowed down her back like glittering black silk, accenting her already breathtaking figure. Grabbing his big cock, he gave it a hard squeeze as discreetly as possible. He’d lost count of how many wet dreams he had. Every night, he would dream. It always started with a low moan that would escape from her lips as she sucked on his tongue, sliding up and down as if she was sucking his cock. His lips would soon find the soft slope of her neck where he licked and sucked gently as she wrapped her arms around his back and caressed his ear with her soft, urgent moans.
Her chest would heave, her skin hot and flushed. Slowly, he would ease her body onto his bed, stroking her cheek and whispering sweet words. He would run his hand down over her smooth stomach and rest it just above her sweet pussy. With two fingers, he gently traced the outline of her pussy lips, starting from the crack of her hot little ass to the point where her clit swelled up. Her moans were like a sweet symphony to his ears.
With both his hands, he would part her swollen pussy lips and exposed her pink clit. He brought his mouth over her pussy and blew hot air over her swollen clit, causing her entire body to squirm with anticipation. He wanted to torment her and drive her to the edge of passion. He would run his fingernails gently up the side of her fleshy thighs while he drew her swollen pussy lips into his mouth, sucking on them and lapping the wetness off of them. God! In his dreams she tasted like the most expensive liquor he’d ever drunk.
He would declare his undying love to her, and gently his hard cock would slide easily in and out of her magnificent cunt. She would feel so good, so snug and warm. A perfect velvet glove for his hard cock.
Every morning, he would wake up in his own bed, feeling exhausted. “No…” He would groan, squeezing his eyes shut. How could a dream encounter with that sexy thing leave him feeling so drained?
The day he had learned from his friend Peter that Yasemin planned to travel to turkey all by herself was when he put his foot down. No way in hell would he let her slip through his fingers for this length of time. Therefore, he had insisted on travelling with her. Well, it was more like begging. His woman wasn’t going to wander around Istanbul and with God only knew who. She was his, dammit!
All through the flight, he had behaved like a big bother would, with friendly banter and jokes. But deep down, he wondered who she was about to meet, what this man looked like, and why she would stay with a complete stranger and not in a hotel.
Shock was an understatement. He couldn’t describe with words what he felt when he first laid eyes on Seth. He took a really good look at him. He was a very good-looking guy over six feet tall with shaggy blond hair. He knew his feelings were mutual.
There and then, he had wanted to drop on his knees and suck on his cock. Seth would explode inside his mouth, he would feel the first wave of cum hit the back of his throat, and it would be so hot. He would keep pumping more cum in his mouth. Just the thought of it made him literally drool. He had to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
In his dream, Gerald would feel his growing cock on the crack of his ass, and he would rub it all over his ass cheeks. He would feel Seth’s cock at the entrance of his ass. He would start fucking him nice and slow, and feel every inch of his cock inside of him as he pulled out and pushed it back in.
An intense feeling shot through his body. Hmm! He was such a man whore! With a grunt, he grabbed his cock harder. He was beyond hard. Between dreaming of Yasemin and Seth, he could break brick with his cock. It went to the borderline of painful.