Breaking Free (MFM)

Taking Chances 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,210
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[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Romance, Multiple Partners, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense, MFM, HEA]

Jaime ran from an abusive relationship, afraid she would spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder. That fear has her keeping everyone at a distance. The last thing she wants is to make any personal connections when she might have to leave at a moment’s notice. The attraction she feels for her new boss and his friend is a complication she doesn’t know how to handle.

Jaime caught Grayson’s attention from the moment she walked into the shelter he runs, looking for a job. Sweet and kind to everyone who walks through the door but distant and standoffish to him, he can’t help but be interested. It doesn’t escape his notice that his best friend Michael is just as infatuated with her. It’s more than her beauty or sweet personality, it’s the secrets they see in her eyes.

Can they get Jaime’s trust before she decides to run again? More importantly can they protect her from her past?

Breaking Free (MFM)
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Breaking Free (MFM)

Taking Chances 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,210
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STORY EXCERPT

“Jaime, what’s wrong?” He was up and across the room before he realized what he was doing.

“Car won’t start. Missed the bus,” she mumbled and his steps faltered as he guided her to the couch in his office. The muscle by his eye twitched as his heart squeezed in his chest. It was nearly midnight, and she had walked through this neighborhood to the bus. What the hell had she been thinking? It had only been two months since her friend, Chelsea, had been attacked walking to the shelter from the bus. And that had been during the day.

Now granted Chelsea had been targeted specifically by the crazy woman that had been after Chelsea’s men. That didn’t make this neighborhood any safer. He opened his mouth, ready to reprimand her, when he caught sight of her face. One look was all it took to drain the anger away. She looked brittle as if she would shatter at any moment.

He had noticed how tired she had looked earlier, but this was different. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to know what she had been thinking. Sighing, he raked his fingers through his hair. “Honey, after what happened to Chelsea, why would you chance walking to the bus instead of just coming inside and asking for a ride?” Grayson tipped her head up so she was looking at him instead of her lap, ignoring the way his gut clenched at the slight flinch she gave as his hand had touched her chin. “You know neither Michael nor I would mind giving you a ride.”

When she pulled her face from his light hold, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It had been clear almost from the first day she had walked into the shelter that she was skittish, especially around men. She hid it well behind a bubbly personality and a quick smile, but Grayson had noticed things.

Like how she always kept distance between herself and the men who came to the shelter or worked there. She made sure the door to the office was always open when talking to Grayson in there. The small flinches if anyone touched her and she wasn’t expecting it. Still he thought, had hoped, that she was coming to trust him.

“I didn’t want to put anyone out,” Jaime said, her eyes meeting his briefly before settling back on her clasped hands. “I don’t live nearby and would hate for one of you to go out of your way just to get me home.”

Grayson pushed to his feet. “Taking you home wouldn’t put us out, Jaime. Even if you lived an hour out of our way, we wouldn’t mind.”

Jaime’s head snapped up at that, her eyes wide. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss the surprise from her face. If he didn’t think it would send her running, he would do just that.

“Let me lock up. Then I’ll run you home,” he said, not giving her a chance to disagree. Moving quickly, he got everything taken care of and was standing in front of her, holding his hand out for her to take. She looked at his outstretched hand for a moment before tentatively placing her hand in his. Grayson didn’t know what had happened to her in her life before she had come here. Whatever it was, his gut was telling him it wasn’t good. Hopefully one day she would trust him enough to share it.

Jaime dropped her hand the second she was on her feet. That was okay though, she had taken it in the first place, which gave him a small measure of hope that eventually she would let him past the walls she hid behind.

Grayson moved his hand so that it hovered over Jaime’s lower back. He wanted to drop it the last couple of inches so that it was pressed against her. He didn’t have that right though. Moving up beside her instead, he opened the front door and followed her out, opening up his umbrella. The parking lot had started to fill with water, and he hoped the storm would let up before too long. The last thing he needed was for the shelter to flood. Shaking his head, he pushed that worry to the back of his mind—no sense borrowing problems—and focused back on his current concern. “Where do you live, Jaime?” he asked, opening up the passenger door of his car. Jaime hesitated for just a moment before she climbed in.

“The Heights,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Grayson shut her door and hurried around the front of his car. The wind was picking up, gusting rain under his umbrella. Climbing in, he shook the water off the umbrella before closing it and throwing it into the back seat. He could feel Jaime’s eyes on him, like a warm caress, as he started the car to warm it up. Rubbing his hands together, he turned to look at her.

“Where exactly in the Heights?”

She dropped her gaze to her lap. “High Street and Fourth.”

Grayson bit the inside of his cheek as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. What the fuck was she doing living in that area of town? He knew her salary wasn’t much, but it was enough that she could live in a better neighborhood. Grayson glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before he pulled out of the parking lot. She was rigid in her seat as she chewed her bottom lip, looking anywhere but at him. Sighing, he forced his body to relax. He couldn’t get mad at her for her living arrangements. He didn’t have the right, and if he ever wanted it he couldn’t push the issue.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“I can’t help the fact that our woman is so beautiful I can’t take my eyes off her.”

“You really think that?” Jaime blinked her eyes open, her soft sleepy gaze staring up at Michael. The vulnerability and hope shining from her eyes broke him.

“Yeah, I do.” The smile she gave him was tentative as if she couldn’t quite make herself believe his words. Leaning down, he rubbed his nose against hers before dropping a light kiss to her mouth. Rolling her to her back, he worked the sheet covering her down to her hips. “You are stunning. So much so that I’m having a hard time believing you’re mine.” Michael glanced up at Grayson when he cleared his throat, the corner of his mouth curving up at his friend before turning his attention back to Jaime. “Ours. I didn’t want to close my eyes last night cause I was afraid to open them and find out this had all been a dream.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as his hand trailed across her collarbone.

“It’s so much more than just outer beauty too. Your inner beauty shines through in everything you do,” Grayson added, swiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re more than just beautiful. You’re perfect.”

“I’m not perfect.”

Michael pressed a kiss to her sternum, over the rapid beat of her heart. “You are to us.” He pulled the sheet the rest of the way from her body, exposing every delectable inch of her curves. If she was still having trouble believing their words, he would just have to show her.

Michael situated himself between her legs, leaning down to place a kiss to her ankle. Looking up her body, he saw Grayson gently take her wrists and move her arms over her head, causing her breasts to lift. Jaime’s face was flushed, her nipples tight as Grayson leaned over and took one in his mouth. Her soft moan had his cock hardening and him turning back to what he was doing.

He nipped and sucked his way up her leg to her inner thigh, smiling against the soft flesh as a giggle broke up the sounds of pleasure she was making. She spread her legs further when his breath hit her pussy, but instead of taking her hint he moved to her other thigh.

“Michael,” she gasped, frustration coloring her words as she shifted her hips, trying to bring her pussy to where his mouth was. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I plan on licking your sweet pussy.” He wrapped his arms around her thighs, keeping her open for him, placing his hands on her hips to hold them still. “When I’m ready, that is.”

Grayson cut off her protest by kissing her. He still had her wrists restrained with one hand above her head. With the other he toyed with one of her nipples. Michael could feel the slight flex of her thighs as she tried to move her hips. Chuckling, he used his thumbs to spread the lips of her sex.

Her opening pulsed as more cream gathered there before slowly dribbling down the crack of her ass. In this position he could see everything including the tight asshole he couldn’t wait to fuck.

“Have you ever taken someone in your ass, baby?” He moved one of his hands lower so his fingertip could brush the puckered opening. That tiny touch had her hips thrusting up as more cream lubricated his movements.

“N-no.”

Bridging the space that separated his mouth from her pussy, he dragged his tongue from her perineum to her, clit adding just a little more pressure to the finger teasing her ass. It was tight and he would need to stretch her before taking her there. He ground his hips into the mattress, trying to soothe his throbbing cock at the thought of training her ass.

“Because it never came up or because you aren’t interested in anal?” Grayson asked. And thank fuck he did as Michael’s head had been filled with images of working a plug into her ass. He pulled his finger back till it was just barely brushing the hole they were talking about but kept gently lapping at her sex with his tongue while he waited to hear her answer.

“N-never came up.”

Michael hummed against Jaime’s clit as he worked a finger inside her clenching pussy and increased the teasing pressure against her anus. Her whimpers changed to moans as she tried to rock her hips against his mouth as her internal muscles pulsed, trying to suck his finger deeper.

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