[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Romance, Menage, Suspense, Contemporary, Small Town, MFMMMM, HEA]
The scars from a broken heart and a devastating betrayal leave Magenta unwilling to give romance another try. However meeting the Rockport men causes an unexpected reaction in her.
She's not the only one in for the surprise. The men have vowed to never love again, but Magenta has garnered their attention. When they all clash and resist, it makes the chemistry even stronger and soon they are falling into kisses, and even into bed. Battling scars was one thing, battling against a connection and bond so strong there's no resisting it, no fighting it means there's no denying it. Love is a powerful emotion indeed.
When the past comes full circle and it seems a routine assignment turns into a planned abduction that ultimately takes Magenta away from her men and into a killer's arms, the Rockport brothers must force their way into the plan to locate and rescue her, or they might never see Magenta alive again.
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“I told you I’m not interested. You’ve been trying the past hour and still don’t get the message. You touch me again, or try anything and you’ll regret it.”
Noah snorted, reached out to touch her hair as he eyed her over and squeezed her shoulder and neck, obviously not getting the message.
“A tiny, sexy thing like you couldn’t do—”
With her left hand she grabbed his wrist, twisted it, causing him to cry out in pain as he fell to his knees.
“I can break your wrist and end your octopus days or you can get the hell out of here and never, I mean, never even look my way again. Which one, asshole?” she asked.
“Fine, fine, just don’t break my fucking wrist.”
She shoved him away and he fell back and scrambled then gave her a nasty look, glanced at the big guy who narrowed his eyes at him and then hurried from the hallway. She slid her hands along her slim fitting dress and then glanced up at the big guy, who had his hands on his hips, staring at her.
“Nothing to see here, big guy, I had it covered, but thanks for the backup,” she said to him as she started to walk. He got in her way.
“I wouldn’t exactly say there wasn’t anything to see here. How did you do that?” he asked.
“That move. You did it perfectly and as if you train to do it on a regular basis.”
“No, not me, that was an oldie but a goodie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“Wait, what’s your name? Can I buy you a drink?” he asked and she chuckled.
He looked a bit embarrassed, and like maybe this wasn’t normal for him to just offer to buy a woman a drink and one that just put an overzealous asshole in his place. She did see him with that blonde chick hanging on his arm when she first came in.
“I’m asking, and I don’t normally do that.”
“Ohh, things didn’t work out with the blonde?” she asked.
He squinted, looked her over and for crying out loud she felt it everywhere and it shocked her.
“Had my own problems with an octopus tonight, just like you.”
Was he saying that woman was pushing herself on him and he didn’t want anything to do with her? She didn’t believe men, obviously, and she wasn’t taking any chances.
“Well, I’m going to decline. I don’t need any further aggravation tonight. Take care,” she said and walked right by him. She didn’t want to look back and the thought of looking back popped into her head and she was about to turn when thank God her friends were saying goodnight to the guys and that asshole Noah.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked and eyed him over.
“You’re crazy and uptight. You need to get some or something,” he snapped at her and she felt it to her chest.
“Not from you. Ever,” she replied and his friends got out of there and Miranda and Maria smiled at her.
“You okay?” Maria asked.
She gave her a look like need you ask and Maria sealed her lips and looked like she wanted to laugh.
“Well, I for one am glad you nearly broke his wrist, from what he said when he got over here,” Maria said and chuckled.
“The jerk had it coming,” Magenta added.
“Yes he did,” Miranda said and was looking toward the men at the bar. Magenta glanced that way. The big guy’s eyes were on her and so was the bartender’s and the guy next to the big guy.
“I’m sorry to have embarrassed you. Maybe it’s best if Hunter does this light training with you today and the relaxation techniques,” Maverick said and she turned around to look at him.
“What? Why would you say that? You’ve both been training me. You both told me to come here today to get ready for tomorrow.”
“Those women were nasty to you, because of me. I don’t need to remain here and—”
“Were they right?” She raised her voice and stepped closer. He looked down at her, towering over her.
“Were they? Is that what you’re telling me? That you and your brothers just want sex from me, to use me?” she demanded to know.
He grabbed her T-shirt and pulled her close. “Fuck no!”
She was breathing through her nostrils and staring up at him.
“They don’t matter,” she said and he cupped her cheek and lowered his lips to hers. As they kissed her he moved his prosthetic hand along her waist and she gasped, pulling from his lips.
“You’re hurt!” Hunter said as Maverick paused.
“Let us see,” Maverick said to her.
“It’s fine,” she said but Hunter lifted her shirt and immediately they saw the discoloration, a mark where the skin was almost broken and it was against her ribs.
“Son of a bitch!” Hunter said but Maverick lowered down, gripped her hips and pressed his mouth to her skin. She grabbed on to his shoulders and all he could do was kiss her skin, hold her close, inhale her scent to try and calm his anger, his concern for her. When he felt her run her fingers through his hair and then her body tighten as Hunter kissed her, he wanted more. He wanted all of her and for her to accept them all as her lovers, as their men.
When Hunter released her lips, Maverick was on his knees and he lifted her up, making her gasp before he lowered her to the mat. He climbed up between her legs and began to kiss her. She kissed him back, ran her hands along his shoulder and he tightened when she ran her palm up his prosthetic arm, to his upper muscular arm and he pulled from her lips, held her gaze.
“You’re not turned off by me? You’re not holding back with my brothers because of me, are you?”
“Hell no. God, Maverick, I feel so much. I’m scared for a lot of reasons, yet when those nasty women verbally attacked me I was ready to fight for all of you. To defend you against their lies, their jealousy, and I did. I just wish I knocked them both on their asses, and forgot to be a lady for ten seconds.”
Hunter chuckled as he lowered down to the mat. She glanced over at him. He caressed her hair, his forearm above her head and they both looked down at her.
“Never be scared of us, Magenta. We can’t hold back any longer. We want and feel so much too,” Hunter said and he pressed his lips to hers and Maverick began to kiss her belly, over along her ribs and then slowly started to lower her spandex shorts, kissing her hip bones and suckled against a sensitive part on her leg. She pulled from Hunter’s lips.
“I want to taste you, pleasure you, get you used to our touch, our mouths,” he told her.
“Oh God, it’s been so long for me.”
“It’s been a long time for me too, baby. You’re not the only one with fears,” he said and lifted his prosthetic. She reached down and cupped his cheek.
“I’m not turned off by your arm. I want you to know that. I’m actually aroused by how strong and sexy you are, how all of your brothers are, and it turns me on when I see you sparring and you lift and slam someone down with one good arm like some superhero.”
He chuckled. “I’m no superhero,” Maverick said and lowered down to suckle against her hip bone and slide her panties and shorts down her thighs. She tilted her torso upward, helping him.
“I think you all are, or at least you are to me,” she said and Hunter smiled at her.
“Let go with us, baby. We need this,” he said to her and she looked at Maverick.
“I want to,” she said and that was it. Her consent filled him with desire as he stroked her pussy and began to feast on her.