Bella's Bad Bikers (MFMM)

Pleasure, Montana 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 52,803
30 Ratings (4.3)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, sex toys, HEA]

Bella Andrews, a Miami socialite running for her life, hitches a ride with a bad-boy biker named Hawk. She agrees to hide out with him, his brother, and his best friend in Pleasure, Montana.

Hawk is a protective but haunted soul who is immediately attracted to Bella. Because he fears she’ll leave once she’s convinced she’s safe, he keeps his distance. His brother, Clete, is an entrepreneur who appreciates Bella’s keen sense of business. Too bad he’s unable to convince his brother to give her a chance. Hawk’s best friend, Raven, admires Bella’s ability to see him for the man he is, and he’s willing to do anything to convince her to stay when the passion flares between them.

When Hawk rebuffs Bella’s profession of love, she returns to Miami to confront the danger. What can the three men do to convince her to return to Montana for a ménage relationship?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Melody Snow Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.

Bella's Bad Bikers (MFMM)
30 Ratings (4.3)

Bella's Bad Bikers (MFMM)

Pleasure, Montana 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 52,803
30 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Loved the story. Bella found herself surrounded by gorgeous biker flesh.
I have enjoyed all the books set in Pleasure, Montana but this has to be my favorite. At times, I wanted to shake Hawk but he redeems himself in the end. I hope eveyone takes a peek at this series and reads them.




Someone was following Bella Andrews, and she knew who it was. Shit. She thought she’d been so clever and done everything right. First, she’d had her fiancé drop her off at the Miami airport. Instead of flying to California, as she’d told him, she took a cab to the train station, where she bought a ticket to Los Angeles. Three miserable days later, she decided to get off in Denver, positive she’d spotted her fiancé’s bodyguard in one of the train cars. After a quick cab ride to a two-star hotel, she believed she’d lost the tail. With the hotel she’d chosen, no one would find her. She was a five-star hotel type of gal.

Instead of going the rest of the way by train, the next morning she hopped on a bus traveling west. Maybe paranoia was wreaking havoc with her mind, but she kept seeing men in black sedans all over the place. She couldn’t afford to get careless now. Renting a car would be the most comfortable and convenient, but unfortunately that would require proof of insurance. The name on her license and the name on her insurance card didn’t match. Damn.

Public transportation wasn’t her thing, but if it meant her freedom, she’d suck it up and do it. The bastard bodyguard, Aldo, couldn’t hide on a bus. Because all of her friends as well as her fiancé knew she didn’t do cold weather, she decided to head northwest to throw him off track. Miami had been her home her whole life. Sunbathing and beach parties had been as much a part of her as horses and politics.

Now, she was in the middle of the country with no friends and less funds. Once she was seated on the worn, cramped bus, she watched each person get on. No one had bodyguard potential. Bella blew out a breath, feeling safe at last. A spark of hope edged its way into her body. She’d done it.

The bus took off, heading far, far away from Judge Bill Robbins, the man she thought she’d loved. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, ready for this escape to be over. She’d been so exhausted that only when the bus stopped did she wake.

“Cheyenne, Wyoming,” the bus driver droned. “We’ll have a thirty-minute layover.”

Bella needed to use the bathroom and stretch her legs. As she was stepping down, she caught sight of that same familiar person out of the corner of her eye getting out of a black sedan. She blinked and took a closer look. She had to be imagining him. Aldo, Bill’s bodyguard, couldn’t have followed her. Not with changing from a train to a bus.

Shit, shit, shit. This wasn’t happening, but there he was. Did she have some tracking device in her suitcase? She wouldn’t put it past Bill to do something like that. Now what was she going to do? She couldn’t get on the bus again. Aldo would nab her for sure.

Think. The layover area had four fast-food restaurants in one convenient store. She ducked inside and headed into the women’s bathroom, her heart pounding fast. Remaining in Cheyenne wasn’t an option. Aldo would figure out she hadn’t gotten back on the bus and kidnap her.

After her pulse slowed, she peeked her head out of the bathroom. She had clear sight to the bus. The bodyguard was standing right by the bus door. Crap. Her luggage was underneath in the compartments. Now she’d never get her stuff without him spotting her. At least she had her purse. Lengthening the straps so she could move faster, she turned the shoulder purse into a small backpack and threaded her arms through both loops.

Four people were exiting the front door, laughing and being a distraction. That worked for her. Bella rushed to hide behind them. Keeping out of sight was hard since she was five foot eight and the people in front were two inches shorter. She slipped out behind them, practically in a squat to avoid detection. They headed to the gas pumps, which wasn’t her destination. As calmly as she could, she straightened and walked to the side of the building, praying Aldo didn’t notice her. Her palms were sweating, and it took all her effort not to run.

A tall, powerful-looking man wearing a helmet was climbing on his motorcycle. He turned the key and the engine roared to life. He might help her.


As soon as the building blocked Aldo’s view, she dashed toward this man, or as close to a dash as she could manage wearing high heels. She waved her arms to get his attention. He turned the front wheel and edged toward her, acting like he’d plow her down if she didn’t get out of his way.

She held her ground. Motorcycle man twisted the handlebars to avoid the collision, but Bella jumped in front. “Wait.”

He tore off his full-face helmet. “Are you crazy? Get out of the way, lady.”

She stared. His dark, brooding looks scared the shit out of her. Early thirties, wide-set eyes, nice tan, and a full mouth that should have been used for kissing. Instead it was turned into a seriously mean frown.


Her body refused to budge. He might be a worse choice than going with Aldo. No. She’d never step foot in her house again. Bill was a cheat and a liar.

“I need help.” The bus driver was calling all his passengers onto the bus using a megaphone. She looked behind her, fearful Aldo would see her talking to this dude. “Please, let me go with you.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not taking someone like you even ten feet.”

She wouldn’t be deterred by his insults. “You don’t understand. There’s a man with a gun who wants to drag me back to Miami. I can’t go back there.”




Clete pulled back the covers, widened her legs, and moved between her thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks. My God, but I’ve missed you.”

Hawk moved near Bella’s shoulders and licked the tips of both tits.

Raven edged higher. “I get the best part. Your delicious lips.”

“I beg to differ,” Clete said. “Her honey-coated pussy is the best.”

Now she laughed. “No fighting. You can each have all of me.”

Hawk winked. “And we plan to.”

She’d made love to Clete while she’d licked Raven’s cock, but she’d never had two men at one time. With these three wonderful men making love to her entire body, she knew they’d take her to heaven.

Clete licked her inner thigh, getting her attention with his slow, easy tongue. Her pussy got moist thinking about where she wanted his mouth. He grabbed her thighs and spread them even wider. When he turned his head, the sides of bristled hair tickled her, but she quickly got distracted when his finger traced a path between her pussy lips. When his tongue captured her clit, she bucked. The divine sucking caused her juices to flow. She tried to scoot closer, but he seemed intent on the torture.

“I want your fingers in me.”

“In due time,” Clete said. While she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the smile in his voice.

Hawk responded by dragging his teeth over her nipple and pulling it taut. The glory sent tingles across her breasts and down her spine. Just when she thought he might suck hard on them, he lifted his head and dragged a finger back and forth along the tip. His switch to being gentle drove her crazy. She wanted the pressure, wanted to need.

Only when Raven’s kisses intensified did she get some satisfaction. She ran her hands through his hair, loving how the silky curls flowed through her fingertips. She opened her mouth to invite him in, but he moved to her neck.

“I’ll be back, darlin’. Don’t you worry.”

Between his lips and his tongue, her neck and face flamed with desire. His love poured out with each nibble and lick. She turned her head to kiss him back, but he traveled lower. His fingers played with her hair as his tongue captured a breast. Hawk must have sensed that Raven was claiming that territory, so he moved over to her stomach.

When Clete probed her, she lifted off the bed. The chaos swirled inside her, and all of her nerves caught on fire. She had to have them now.

“Please, please.”

As if the men had been playing musical chairs and the music stopped, they all switched places. Clete and Hawk rolled her over as Raven moved behind.

Hawk got off the bed and opened a drawer. She knew what he was looking for. This time she welcomed the sensation of having Raven in her ass and one of her men fucking her pussy. The double assault would be a true experience. 

The fruity smell of cherries filled the air. When Raven’s finger rimmed her puckered hole, she tried to relax, knowing the delightful sensations about to come.

“I’ve been waiting for this ass for so long.” He kissed both cheeks then dipped his finger inside.

He wiggled the tip right and left as if to test her sensitivity. At the same time, Clete went to work on her tits while Hawk’s fingers dipped into her pussy. He had a way with finding all the right spots.

She moaned. “That feels so good.”

Hawk’s fingers increased their speed while Clete twisted one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. When Raven dragged his condom-covered cock down her crack, she clenched.

“Be good, darlin’.”

She knew that if she relaxed, the enjoyment would be that much greater. Hawk took her mind off her ass as he continued to tease her swollen clit. His two fingers dove in and stretched her out just as Raven edged in. This time she welcomed him.

“You’re so beautiful.” Raven rubbed her ass as he moved farther down the channel.

With each inch, new nerves rejoiced. She wasn’t sure if her pussy was gushing from Hawk’s fingers, Clete’s attention to her tits, or Raven’s big cock pushing its way into her ass, but she was loving everything that was happening to her.

Once she thought he was at the end, he stretched his legs on either side of her and pulled her backward. Her weight toppled her ass backward, impaling his cock into her. She lost her breath.

Raven tightened his hold and lifted his rear. “Get on your knees, lean back, and hold still.”

Clete knelt in front of her and licked her pussy. “I love your sweet honey.”

Hawk stepped to the side. With one hand he ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, and with the other he played with her tits. He rubbed his rough palms over the tips until they tingled with joy.

Clete sucked hard on her pussy as Raven drove his cock into her ass. Clete lifted up and slid the condom over his cock. With one foot on the bed, he knelt on one knee. Holding his cock with one hand, he dragged the tip over her slick opening. When he leaned forward to kiss her, he separated her pussy lips and charged in.

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