[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, spanking, HEA]
Evana Woodridge has had to deal with disparaging comments from ignorant people her whole life. Because she walks with a limp and wears a supportive brace on one leg, she feels like men never look at her twice—not until the Badon brothers come along.
Quin, Gray, and Pierson, Slick Rock’s sexy new mechanics, are determined to overcome Eva’s self-doubt and show her the kind of love her new hometown has to offer. She’s convinced that what they feel for her is pity, not love, but no matter how hard she tries to keep the Badon brothers at arm’s length, her desire for them gets the better of her.
But just when the Badons think they’re getting through to Eva, her past catches up with her. Can the brothers get to her in time?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Although Evana was tired and wanted nothing more than to shower, eat, and curl up in the motel bed, her muscles felt too tight. Warm water only did so much, and she knew she needed to walk to stretch out her constrained muscles before she settled in for the night. It was late afternoon, but she still had at least another hour of daylight left. So after putting her salad in the small fridge in her room, she pocketed her key and set out on foot.
The Slick Rock Motel was on the west side of town but still close enough that if she decided to walk into the town center, she could with ease, most of the time. She’d also seen there were rooms to rent at the Slick Rock Hotel, but the thought of renting a room over a noisy bar didn’t appeal. Apparently the motel was fairly new, so at least it should be clean and hopefully quiet.
Her right calf was tight after spending two days behind the wheel of her car, and experience warned that if she didn’t stretch her muscles, her night would be spent in debilitating pain from cramping. She was just thankful she didn’t suffer cramps as regularly as she had when she was a child.
Pain hit hard and fast. Evana cried out as her right leg collapsed beneath her. Her hands connected with the pavement, and the skin of her palms scraped on the abrasive surface, skinning them and her knees when the material of her pants shredded as she landed on all fours. Evana panicked slightly when she looked around. There was no one about since she had taken a route away from the town center. She had been so lost in thought she hadn’t taken any notice of where she was walking. The only building in sight looked like a warehouse or a small factory.
“Damn, damn, damn,” she muttered and eased onto her ass. She pulled up the leg of her three-quarter-length pants and quickly undid both the cuff below her knee and her boot. She pulled off the boot, taking her sock with it. Digging her fingers into the knots only helped slightly. She wasn’t strong enough to massage the cramp away.
Pain shot from her calf and shin into her foot. The arch of her foot twitched and then contracted, making her toes curl under. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She hated giving into them, but the pain was so intense she couldn’t ward them off. There was no way she could even stand when she was swamped with such agony. She sobbed and dug her fingers in harder, but nothing she did alleviated the pain.
The pounding of boots hitting pavement was only a vague distraction as she gasped and writhed. Strong arms scooped her up from the ground, and she looked up to see Quin Badon’s grim face. “Put your arm around my neck, honey. I won’t hurt you.”
Evana did and then cried out as another excruciating cramp hit. Her body bowed, trying to get away from the discomfort, but she knew it was a useless endeavor. Coolness washed over her when Quin carried her into his shop, and then she was being lowered into a chair. He had brought her to the office off the side of his workshop.
“What’s going on?” a male voice asked from the doorway.
She looked up through blurry vision and saw two handsome men looking at her with concern. She arched in the chair when more pain swamped her.
“Gray, get the hand wash from the bathroom,” Quin ordered. He picked up her right leg, placed her foot on his thigh, and began to massage her calf.
Evana whimpered as his strong fingers dug into her contracting muscles. Even though it caused her more pain, she knew that eventually the knot would release and give her blessed relief.
“Can I do anything to help?” the other man asked.
“Yeah, go and see if we have something we can heat up,” Quin replied. “Wait.” He reached over to his side, pulled open a drawer in the desk, and grabbed a wheat bag. “Get this as hot as you can without it burning her and bring it back.”
Evana closed her eyes and tried to relax her tension-wrought body. It was nearly impossible with the cramping. Gray came back and handed Quin the bottle of hand wash. He stopped massaging, squirted some of the liquid into the palm of his hand, and then rubbed his hands together. Once he had coated his skin, he began to massage her tight muscles once more. The liquid helped his skin slide over hers as he dug into the massive knots, and he used his thigh to put pressure on her toes, bending them back toward her shin and stretching her sole.
How long Quin worked on her she had no idea, but when the pain finally eased and then her muscles released, she was really tired. She slumped back into the large office chair and covered her mouth, hiding a yawn.
“Are you okay, Evana?” Quin asked.
“Yes.” She opened her eyes and gave him a wan smile. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would have…”
“I’m just glad I could help.” He looked over toward the office door, and the other man handed over a hot wheat bag. “I’m going to tape this to your leg. The heat should help keep the cramps away, and then we’ll see about cleaning up your grazes.”
“Oh.” Evana looked at her palms. Blood was seeping out of her torn skin. She hoped she hadn’t spread it everywhere when she had been in pain.
“Pierson, Grayson, meet Evana Woodridge. These are my brothers,” Quin said as he taped the hot pack to her leg.
“Hi,” Evana replied politely but kept her eyes lowered. She felt like a complete idiot now that her pain was gone.
Quin rose to his feet, pulled his T-shirt up over his head, and threw it carelessly aside. His hands went to his belt and the fastenings of his jeans. Next, his thumbs hooked into the waist of the denim and pushed them and his underwear down over his hips. She drew in a ragged breath as she eyed his monster cock. She should have known he would be built proportionately there since he was such a big man. Eva closed her legs and squeezed them together, doubting that his large appendage would fit inside her body, but all thoughts fled when Quin turned to his side and bent over. His ass was just as muscular as the rest of him and she wanted to grip his flesh to test the beefy resistance she knew she would feel when she dug her fingers into his cheeks. When he stood once more, she realized he had removed his boots so he could get his jeans and boxers off. The man was the epitome of masculinity, and she wanted to touch every hard, muscled inch of him.
Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention and she turned to see Gray had removed his shirt but still had his jeans on. On her other side, Pierson was also displaying his brawny chest, shoulders, arms, and torso. All three of the Badons were powerfully built and drool worthy and would put most of the men in her hometown to shame.
Quin lowered himself to his knees and leaned over her, caging her with his body. He was resting on his arms, which were beside her shoulders, and his knees were outside her thighs, but he wasn’t touching her anywhere. The air in her lungs expelled with a rush and she gasped for another breath as Quin leaned down until their mouths were only inches apart.
“I want to make love to you, Eva.” Quin’s moist breath brushed over her lips, causing gooseflesh to rise up over her skin and her pussy to leak out more cream. “Tell me now if you don’t want me.”
Eva couldn’t deny him. She had craved each man’s touch since nearly the beginning. Now that she had the chance to experience their touch, their bodies loving her, there was no way she was going to refuse them. She wanted them just as much as they seemed to want her, and she never had been a hypocrite.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Quin’s mouth plundered hers. He swept his tongue inside, and when she tasted her essence on his tongue, she whimpered at the eroticism of such a carnal act. When his body lowered onto hers and he covered her totally, his hard cock slipping between her legs, she shifted and tried to give him better access. Without removing his mouth from hers, Quin maneuvered until his legs were inside her splayed thighs and once more depressed her into the blanket beneath. Finally he lifted his head and stared down at her with such heat and hunger, she gasped.
“I can’t wait anymore, Eva,” Quin said in a deep voice.
He kept his eyes on hers. Nudging her thighs apart even more, he braced his weight on one arm and with his free hand guided his hard shaft to her pussy. Eva bucked her hips upward, trying to get him inside with a desperation she never imagined she could feel. He held still. Her groan of intense expectation and frustration turned to a mewl of delight as he slowly pushed in.
He was so wide Eva felt her delicate, wet flesh parting to permit him entrance. With a slight thrust the head of his cock popped through her sensitive tissue and he held still.
“You are so fucking tight and wet, baby, and you feel so damn good,” Quin rasped.
She could see sweat forming on his brow and knew then that he was taking things slow for her. Her heart clenched and warmth suffused her chest knowing that he was taking such good care of her. With his cock seated, he placed his hand back on the ground next to her shoulder. Quin’s face was tense and twisted with pleasure and he rocked forward and back, gaining more depth in her pussy. At first her muscles resisted, but when the slight erotic burn turned to bliss, she whimpered and reached for his hips. By the time Quin’s cock was buried in her pussy balls-deep, Eva felt as if she was on the very edge of climax once more.
He moved again. This time he sat back on his haunches between her legs, hooked her limbs over the crooks of his elbows, and then shifted over her with his arms once more, leaning on the blanket next to her shoulders. Folded in half like this, she felt every inch of him as he slid deeper inside her than before. As he began to move his hips, dragging and pushing his hard shaft in and out of her pussy, he increased the pace. Every breath that left her mouth sounded like a sob, and even though she tried to hold the sounds back, it was impossible.
Tension began to form along her inner walls, coiling the muscles tighter and tighter and tighter. The more Quin moved, the faster he thrust until the sound of their flesh slapping together along with their panting were the only things she could hear.
With each forward pump of his hips, his balls slapped against her damp ass and enhanced her pleasure. Fingers plucked both her nipples at the same time, and although she knew Pierson and Gray were both touching her and she wanted to look at them, she couldn’t look away from Quin. There was so much emotion in his eyes that Eva found herself mesmerized. His mouth twisted as if in pain and then he slammed into her hard and fast, repeating the action again and again. With each thrust, he twisted his hips as his pelvis met hers so that his pubic bone brushed against her sensitive clit.