[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, Contemporary, Military, Cowboys, Western, MFMM, HEA]
Aimee Margot is determined to blow off Lucian, Finley, and Lyle Ross when they help her after she’s assaulted, but every time she turns, they’re there. Luc, Fin and Lyle can’t and don’t want to resist the fiery, independent Aimee and though she tries to keep them at a distance they won’t be swayed.
When they come to her rescue after her car is run of the road, ends up in a dam and she’s hurt, they're determined to win her over.
Little by little they earn her trust by opening up with her.
Although she’s shocked when she tells the Ross brothers about her horrid childhood in the foster system, she’s also relieved she no longer has any secrets from them and can’t help falling for them.
When the danger they all thought had past returns, the men, with help from the law, race to Aimee’s side, scared for her life and that they’ll never see the other half to their hearts again.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Fin opened the door, stepping aside to allow Luc to enter first since it was his vehicle booked in, then Lyle and he followed him into the room. The waiting room was much cleaner than he’d envisioned for a mechanic’s place and he was surprised.
“Hello?” Lucian called out. “Sam, are you here? Anyone?”
Fin frowned along with his brothers when he didn’t hear anyone around. The workshop door was wide open and he could hear a radio playing, but there was no sound of anyone working and no one replied to Luc’s call.
“Maybe he’s in the bathroom,” Lyle suggested, frowning.
The hair on the back of Fin’s neck stood on end and his gut twisted into a tight knot. His brothers must have felt something was off, too, because Luc kept his movements quiet as he stepped toward the doorway leading to the large shed where all the work was done. Fin moved behind his brother, on alert to any danger as he covered his older brother’s six. Lyle covered his rear, making sure that no one snuck up on them from behind.
Just as Luc cleared the threshold between the office and the workshop, his brother turned to glance at Lyle, signaling him to go down the hall to check out Sam’s office. With a nod Lyle walked silently away. Fin turned side on covering his and Lucian’s back, following him into the workshop. There were two cars up on hoists but when he glanced about he didn’t see the mechanics anywhere.
In fact, the place appeared deserted.
Lyle shook his head when he stepped up to them and just as Luc dug his cell phone from his pocket, someone groaned.
Fin hurried toward where the sound had emanated from and just when he noticed a tarp on the floor near the workbench, it moved.
“What the fuck?” Luc rushed over, Lyle at his back.
Fin bent down, grasped the edge of the tarp, glanced at his brothers and when he received a nod from his siblings he tore the covering away. He gasped and was down on his knees a second later. “Call 9-1-1,” he ordered from between clenched teeth.
Fury coursed through Fin’s body, making his heart speed up and his muscles pump up with blood. The blonde haired woman lying on her side on the ground had blood all over her face, bruises in the shape of fingers around her neck and her clothes had been torn.
Her black tank top was covered in dust and one of her breasts was exposed with aberrant contusions marring the white skin. There was no button on her shorts, the zipper had been lowered and they were gaping open. From the way her panties were partially exposing her, it appeared as if she’d been sexually assaulted.
“Easy,” Fin said as calmly as he could, which was difficult since he was filled with wrath. He ran his hands over her arms and legs, checking for injuries. When she groaned and her eyes fluttered he thought she was about to open her eyes, but she sighed and went still again.
“Damon and the ambulance are on their way,” Lyle said. “Here, take my T-shirt and cover her up.”
Fin took Lyle’s black T-shirt and just as he draped it over her front, he noticed the long bruise across her lower belly spanning from hip to hip.
Luc tugged his shirt up, folded it, cupped the back of the woman’s neck, lifting her head while making sure not to move her neck in case she’d sustained injuries they weren’t aware of and lowered her head back onto the makeshift pillow.
“Luc, Fin, Lyle, how are you… What the fuck is going on?” Sam shouted jogged into the shop.
“That’s what we’d like to know,” Luc said angrily briefly meeting Sam’s gaze as he hurried toward them.
“Oh Jesus. Fuck! Aimee!” Sam voice shook on her name as he hurried over, kneeling near her head. The rage on Sam’s face was clear to see and Fin had no doubt that he and his brothers looked just as pissed and concerned as he did. “Did you see anyone?”
Fin shook his head, too furious to answer.
“We thought the place was empty when we arrived,” Lyle answered.
“Where the fuck are your mechanics?” Luc snarled.
“I don’t know, but if I find out they did this, they’ll wish they’d never been born.”
Fin knew by the blaze of fury and determination in Sam’s eyes that he wouldn’t rest until whoever hurt the woman was found and arrested. Fin hoped that he and his brothers found the assholes first. He’d beat them to within an inch of their lives and wouldn’t feel any guilt.
Anyone who hurt a woman or child deserved to get a taste of their own medicine then to be locked up behind bars.
“Oh god.” She was so hot and needy, she was only vaguely aware of Lyle tugging her panties down over her hips and legs. When it did register what he was doing, she readied to lift one foot after the other again, but before she could, Fin swept her up into his arms, turned and lowered her into the middle of the mattress then drew back.
Her heart skipped a beat or two when she noticed that Luc and Lyle were only wearing their boxer briefs and when she turned to glance at Fin, he met her gaze as he shoved his jeans down then kicked them away.
All three of the men climbed up onto the bed at the same time. They were so damned sexy, muscular and masculine she couldn’t think straight.
“I can be a real bitch when I’m pissed.”
Where the hell did that come from? Why the fuck did I say that?
“You don’t think we can handle your passion, baby?” Luc asked as he caressed his hands up her shins toward her knees then pushed her legs apart. “I’ve got news for you, Aimee. We’re men, not the stupid little boys you dated before. We can handle everything you throw our way.”
Aimee could hear the sincerity in his voice but before she could reply—even if she had no idea what she was going to say—Luc crawled over her, pushing her legs further apart, blanketing her body with his, resting his upper body weight on his elbows while cupping her face between his hands.
His already blown pupils dilated even more and then he bent closer, opening his lips over hers.
Aimee felt as if he was consuming her. The kiss they shared was wild and passionate and made her burn even more. His tongue danced and dueled with hers. He nipped and tugged at her lower lip before plunging his tongue back into her mouth for another taste.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss, started licking at her neck and chest. When he drew closer to her breasts, she held her breath, the air releasing from her lungs when he swirled his tongue around her contracted areola. Flattening her hands to his brawny chest, she luxuriated in the hair there tickling her palms, her skin. He was so warm to the touch she wanted to press her body against his and just soak him in.
A long low moan emitted from between her lips when he drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled on it. Each suctioning pull sent shock waves of heat pooling into her lower belly and lower still. Her folds were drenched and her inner walls spasmed with each suckle of his mouth on her nipple.
His work-roughened hands smoothed over her skin, causing ripples of heat to skip up her spine. Luc shifted further down her body, using his larger frame to spread her thighs wider as he made a space for himself between her legs. He gazed up at her for a moment or two, lowered his eyes to her pussy then looked up at her again. “I can’t wait to taste all of you, baby,” he said in a voice deeper and huskier than usual.
Lyle and Fin scooted closer. Lyle cupped her cheek, turned her face toward his and opened his lips over hers. His lips were soft and firm at the same time and though he tasted a bit different than his brothers, there was also a similarity. Nevertheless, he was delicious and she couldn’t get enough of him either. While he was in control of their kiss, he wasn’t as aggressive as Luc. He cajoled a response from her instead of taking and slowly deepened the passion firing between them.
She turned her head and moaned when Luc caressed up through her folds, lightly rubbing the tip of a finger over her aching clit then he stroked back down to her entrance and thrust his digit into her drenched pussy. She clenched down on him with a groan.
Fin cupped a breast, kneading the supple globe, then he nipped at the hard peak, scraped his teeth over the nub, and sucked it into his mouth.
Aimee was so turned on she couldn’t stay still and writhed beneath them, gasping for breath as the three brothers pleasured her.
Luc began to pump his finger into and out of her pussy, and then he lowered his head.
“Oh!” she moaned, her whole body jolting when Luc lapped at her throbbing clit.
“You like that, sweetie?” Fin asked after releasing her nipple.
“Yeah.” She opened her eyes, meeting Fin’s then Lyle’s heated gazes. When she glanced down at Luc her arousal rose another notch when she saw he was watching her from beneath his long dark lashes. His blue eyes were hazed over with hungry need. He gripped her hips firmly, added another finger to her pussy then started lashing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
The pressure inside began to grow as her insides grew hotter and hotter. Her muscles, arms, legs and everywhere else began to tauten as the coil wound tighter and tighter.