[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys]
Forced to give up one quirky trait after another, Male Order native Sherri Winston feels lost in a sea of ordinary. It’s not until one spectacular night spent with the enigmatic Ethan Blacker that she begins to feel herself again. But he’s an agent working abroad for the UN, and the next morning Sherri must watch him go.
After weeks of pining for what cannot be, Sherri is ready to snap out of it. Little does she expect, however, that hunky film star Benji will roll into town and snatch her heart away. As the two fall in love, Sherri can’t fight the feeling that something is missing.
It‘s not until Benji and Ethan meet in an explosive, revelatory encounter that Sherri realizes only she has the power to bring her men together. As the stakes grow deadly, will love prevail? Or will past wrongs prove too bitter to overcome?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Edith DuBois is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 STARS: "Can one real action hero, one movie action hero and an ordinary girl find love? A BRIDE FOR TWO RENEGADES brings together three people who need each other's love to be part of a cohesive group. A heart-pounding tear worthy menage! Sherri Winston is trying to find herself. Although she grew up in Male Order, she feels out of place, and not ready to find a place for herself in the town. She has a one nightstand with Ethan Blacker, who she finds out is an agent for the UN. Although the sex spectacular, Ethan gets a call in the morning and has to head out on his next mission. Sherri thinks she'll never see him again. Some time later she has an unfortunate encounter with a snitty Benji - not an encounter that she cares to repeat! Repeat it she does, and this time Benji is much more civilized. She sees the good side of Benji and starts a relationship with him. Little does she know that Ethan isn't out of her life for good and Benji and Ethan are brothers. I found this menage to be a delightful read. It wasn't an easy gathering of three people as is common in menage stories. Ethan and Benji have deep-seated issues to overcome before they can share a woman. The action sequences that were included about Ethan's work added an exciting dimension to the story. I found the story moved along at a good pace, and showed Sherri to be a capable woman strong enough to handle two men. A great read!" -- Sugarbeat, The Romance Reviews
Ethan had been sitting on Sherri’s porch for over two hours. The orange and blue flowers he’d brought were already beginning to wilt. Deprived of water and oversaturated with sunshine, they lay limp and browning on the porch beside him.
Part of him wanted to break into the house, retrieve the files, and make a hasty escape without Sherri ever knowing he was there, but a larger part of him couldn’t resist seeing her again. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. After leaving Male Order, he’d thought the memories of their night together would fade. He thought his life would go back to normal, but she’d come to him at night. When his mind was the most vulnerable, she visited him in his dreams.
Sometimes she would ride him all night. She would scream his name as her wet, hot cunt grabbed at his cock when he drove it up into her. Sometimes she would love him sweet and tender, her pussy cradling him, pulling him farther and farther into her. Sometimes, though, and these dreams were the hardest to let go, he would see them sitting together on her front porch, holding each other’s hands as they moved back and forth in the wooden rocking chairs she kept there. When he looked over at her, she was gray-haired and wrinkled, but he felt her. He knew her soul, and she knew his, and they had such a beautiful life.
He couldn’t leave Male Order without seeing her just one more time. He had to know if she felt the same way, if she burned for him like he still did for her. As the sun sank lower and lower toward the trees, he noticed some sort of creature shuffling around the edge of the woods on Sherri’s property. As it moved closer, a pair of bandit-masked eyes looked him over, and then the raccoon continued toward him.
A few minutes later, it heard something and swiveled its head toward the driveway. Ethan heard the rumble of Sherri’s truck crawling up the gravelly path, and the raccoon waddle-ran toward the woods, chattering in protest to the disturbance its whole way back. Ethan stood up, suddenly nervous. He forced his legs to remain still, resisting the urge to dart toward the woods like the raccoon had.
There was a glare from the sun as it reached over the treetops and splashed across the windshield of the truck, so Ethan couldn’t see her until she had shut the engine off and stepped out of the truck.
“Sherri,” he said, standing and taking a couple steps down from beneath the shadows of the porch. She stopped in her tracks. She did not step toward him, but he could still make out the look of pure shock that flitted across her features. He took a few more steps toward her, coming off the porch.
“Ethan,” she said at his movement, and then she sprinted toward him. Crashing into his arms, she buried her face in his neck. He held her close as her tears soaked through his shirt and she mumbled something into his chest.
“Sherri,” he said again, trying to pull away just enough to hear what she was saying, but this only made her clutch him even tighter. So he just held her.
When she finally did pull away, she looked up at him, her face tear-stained and red. “You waited too long, Ethan Blacker.” She hit her fist on his chest. “I missed you too much. It hurt too much. I…I…” She backed away from him, looking shocked. “Oh, God. Why didn’t you call me? Or write me? You left me.” She buried her face in her hands.
“It’s okay, Sherri. I’m here now. It’s all okay.” He pulled her to him again, stroking her soft hair.
She shook her head against his chest, muttering “no” over and over again.
He heard the passenger door of her truck open and then close, and his head snapped up.
And there, leaning against Sherri’s car, was Benji, arms crossed and glaring at Ethan.
Then Benji’s mouth tilted up in a sardonic grin. “Long time, no see. Brother.”
Soon, though, Benji arrived.
“What did I mi—” His voice trailed off as he took in the sight of Sherri’s naked form on the bed, her pussy still pink and swollen from Ethan’s cock.
He lifted a wry brow. “Obviously, I missed quite a bit.”
Sherri grinned sheepishly up at him. Motioning her head toward the bathroom, she said, “Why don’t you get the lube?”
Benji’s eyes lit up. “Is it time for that? All of that?”
“I’m ready if you are,” she said with a wicked lilt to her voice.
Ethan spoke from beside her. “Are you sure, Sherri? There’s no rush.”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Okay. Just know that you can tell us to stop at any time.” He gave her a quick, reassuring kiss, which Sherri greatly appreciated. Despite her brave words, she was still a tad nervous about having one of the brother’s very large cocks all the way up her ass.
When Benji returned, he had joined Sherri and Ethan in their naked state. She licked her lips as Benji walked confidently toward her, the sight of his ridged shaft and two large balls dangling beneath it sending jets of desire shooting through her body.
He crawled onto the bed. “Let’s start loosening her up.”
Moving beside her, Ethan shifted their positions so that Sherri straddled his hips. Leaning over so that her breasts cupped Ethan’s chin, she gasped as the brothers’ fingers attacked her at the same time, Ethan’s on her clit and Benji’s on her back entrance. They’d been using butt plugs for the past couple of weeks, preparing Sherri for this occasion, but each time Ethan moved his fingers in her pussy and Benji moved his in her ass, she still flinched, the sensation so foreign and exotic to her senses.
Benji kept his fingers methodical and swirling in her hole while Ethan jiggled and pressed hard against her clit. He also took a nipple in his mouth, pushing it around with his tongue and then nibbling. Involuntarily, Sherri pushed her ass up against Benji’s fingers.
“Oh God,” she whispered. “I’m ready for both of you. Come into me now. Please, just now.”
Ethan grabbed her hips and lowered the lips of her pussy to his dick. “Lower onto me, Sherri,” he said in a commanding yet gentle voice. After she had done so, and her body had adjusted to the feel of his cock inside her, he pulled her torso toward him just a little so that her ass would be more fully exposed to Benji. She rested her palms and forearms on the flat of his muscled chest.
“Remember, if you’re not sure...” he said, a slightly worried expression moving across his features.
“I want this. I want both of your cocks filling me up. I need this.”
At her words, she felt Benji nudge his slicked-up cock against her back hole. She sucked in her breath when the head of his cock grew insistent and then pushed past the tight ring of resistant muscle. It felt as if she was ripping at the seams. She wanted the burning to end, but her ass massaged his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper within her body.
Her arms trembled as she forced herself to ignore the pain, but Ethan held her steady until she finally felt Benji’s balls tickling the skin of her ass. Her body was on fire, and at first she couldn’t tell if the flames were too much or too intense, but then Ethan gave her clit a couple strokes.
She moaned. It was all they needed.