Caught in the Middle of Their Love (MFM)

Knights in Black Leather 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,907
14 Ratings (4.1)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]

Stacey Addison loves the Tyler men, but Steve is a Dom and doesn’t want to share her with his brother. Not willing to choose, she looks for another Dom, hoping it will help her get over the pain.

Ben and Steve are devastated she would trust another man enough to let him dominate her. Neither of them trust the other Dom but aren’t sure what to do about the situation.

While Steve struggles with his jealousy over her love for his brother, Ben can’t deny how he feels about Stacey any longer. He has to convince Steve that she has enough love for them both. When a stalker threatens her, they put aside their differences to protect her.

Will Steve be able to banish his jealousy and accept his brother as a third in their lives as well as Stacey’s heart, or will the unknown stalker steal her away from them?

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

A Siren Erotic Romance


Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.

Caught in the Middle of Their Love (MFM)
14 Ratings (4.1)

Caught in the Middle of Their Love (MFM)

Knights in Black Leather 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,907
14 Ratings (4.1)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing



“When did you first realize you were a Dom, Steve?”

His brother’s head jerked up from where he’d been studying his coffee as if it held all the answers. His eyes darkened for a moment then cooled.

“I’m not sure. I’ve always been aggressive, even before I joined the football team. Playing quarterback just reinforced that in me. Then I found out I liked it when the girls did what I said and trusted me to take care of them. It got me off to know that I held their pleasure in my hand. It just did it for me.”

Steve got up and grabbed the carafe, pouring more coffee for both of them. After returning it to the counter, he leaned back against it and stared at Ben. He could see the struggle in his brother’s eyes as he talked.

“I’d heard a lot about BDSM and thought it sounded like something I could get into. You graduated a year early with me and had already decided to go to veterinarian school. Until then, I’d thought we would always do everything together, but you wanted to work on a ranch or with a vet. I didn’t really have any plans outside of going to college and playing football. That summer you and I went our separate ways after nearly eighteen years of always being together. It kind of left me wondering what I was going to do with my life.”

Ben hadn’t realized that Steve had depended on him for anything. He’d always been so independent and aggressively outgoing. He never would have thought of his brother as being anything but secure in who he was and what he wanted out of life. It floored Ben, guilt eating at his soul that he hadn’t realized his brother needed him.

Before he could say anything, Steve continued.

“I met Marx, Jackson, Zander, and later Tag when I went to college that spring for orientation before school let out. They were working on some of the ranches outside of Dallas for the summer and said they could get me a job there, too. I figured it would be a good idea to get a little job experience under my belt before classes started that fall. They introduced me to the clubs in Dallas and I realized it was exactly what I needed.”

“You were a lot calmer when you came home before school started,” Ben said.

“I started learning how important control was and how to achieve it. It was a turning point in my life.”

“I’d never seen you happier than you were then. In high school, you’d always been a little depressed, almost angry at times. I know it worried Mom and Dad. You weren’t like that when you came home that summer before college started.”

“The D/s lifestyle fills a need inside of me. It gave me control over my life and in a smaller degree, over others. I need that, Ben. I need it to stay sane.” He dropped his head to stare at the cup he held in his hands.

“Is that why you can’t share Stacey with me? Because you have to be in control?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. I was her Dom, her only Dom, and she was my submissive. I controlled her when we were together and knowing she let me, gave me her trust was the most powerful rush I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“And now it’s gone.”

Steve looked up at him, anger and pain leaving lines in his face. “Now it’s gone.”

“Steve, I’m not a Dom. I’ve never taken that control away from you…”

“Until that night!” Steve broke in. “You questioned me about using the cane on her. Then you joined us when I hadn’t invited you to.”

“I–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without talking to you about it first. I was in love with her and had been for a while. I’d tried to keep it under control, but when you pushed her that night, I needed to take care of her. I needed to know that she was okay and that I had helped make sure she was. I didn’t think about anything but how much I needed to be a part of her.”

Ben leaned back in the chair and cursed. Now because of his selfishness, neither one of them were taking care of her. God only knew who would step in and claim her for their own. He wanted her to be happy, but he didn’t think he could stand back and watch it with anyone other than Steve. That other job looked better and better all the time.

“You didn’t trust me to know what was best for her, Ben. I would never hurt her like that.”

Ben swallowed. He needed to get that final bit out and in the open. Then maybe they could find a way to fix things between them if not Stacey. He swallowed and looked up.

“I think Stacey wasn’t being completely honest with you because she loved you so much. She was scared you wouldn’t want her if she refused you anything. You were pushing her, Steve, and she was letting you push her past her comfort zone into something she didn’t really want.”

“Bullshit! Part of a D/s relationship is based on trust. I have to trust her to be totally honest with me just like she has to completely trust me. Without that it’s almost like she doesn’t have a safe word.” Steve stalked back across the kitchen, setting his cup on the bar on his way to the table.

“I would never do anything that we hadn’t talked about ahead of time.” He leaned his hands against the table and stared at Ben. “She knew to tell me if she wasn’t comfortable with something.”

“She wanted to please you, Steve. She would do anything to make you happy. She felt like it was something you needed, and if she couldn’t provide what you needed you would find someone else to get it from. She was scared of losing you to someone else.”

“You’re saying she lied to me, Ben. That I trusted her to be honest and she lied to me.” Steve stood up and stumbled back against the wall as if he’d been hit.

Ben watched him as he internalized what he’d told him. Then Steve straightened up and glared at him. His eyes flashed in anger.

“Just how in the hell would you know this, little brother? Were you spending time with her without me?”




Before she knew what Steve was going to do, he had covered her mouth with his, stealing her breath and searing her lips with an almost brutal but desperate kiss. It was everything she ever wanted and her worst nightmare. How could she regain the brittle peace she’d managed to carve out for herself again? This time it would be impossible to forget how good it felt to be in his arms.

His tongue plundered her mouth with some purpose he hadn’t shared with her. It sought out every crevice and hidden spot, leaving behind an even greater need for more, more of his taste and more of his touch. It slid alongside hers until she chased it back into his mouth where he sucked on it until she grew dizzy.

When at last he released her from the kiss, Stacey wasn’t sure what she had been saying. All she could think about was how good he felt on her, and how much she wished he was inside of her. That brought about a groan from deep within. She ached for more, wishing things were different between the three of them.

Steve rolled over on his side, taking her with him this time. Almost as soon as he did, Ben pushed up against her back, the hard heat of his engorged cock pressing at her buttocks. She moaned even as Steve buried his face between her breasts. Ben nuzzled her neck, licking and sucking at the juncture of where her shoulder and neck met.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked.

“Shh, baby. Let us make you feel good. We want you to forget everything but us and now.” Ben’s husky voice pulled at things low in her belly.

“God, your breasts are heaven. I could stay here forever.” Steve licked and nipped her heavy mounds before moving up to tease her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

He ran the flat of his tongue all around her nipple then sucked the little nub into his mouth where he could tease it with his tongue. When he nipped it lightly with his teeth, Stacey thought she would scream with pleasure. The tiny stings he left as he pulled at it with his teeth had her gritting hers.

Ben was busy licking and biting his way down her back till he made it to her ass. There he licked and sucked on her meaty cheeks to the point that she was sure she had marks there now, and that was fine with her. She liked the fact that both men were marking her. Later, when all of this was over with, she’d have reminders of their attention for days until they faded away.

“Turn her over, Ben. I need to taste her pussy. I’ve missed her sweet juices.” Steve pulled back from her breasts after giving one nipple a hard suck so that it plopped out of his mouth with an audible pop.

Ben rolled her over and immediately licked her lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth where he held it with his teeth for a second. Then he gently kissed her, sipping at her lips before slipping his tongue inside. God, how she’d wanted this, needed this for so long. How would she ever be able to live without them now?

Even as he explored her mouth with broad strokes of his tongue, Steve lapped a pathway from her cleavage down her abdomen and around her belly button until he reached her bare mound. There he lightly bit the plump area before pushing her thighs as far apart as they would go, shouldering his way between them. The feel of his hot breath across her wet pussy lips drew a gasp from deep in her throat.

Ben drew back from kissing her. “Open your eyes, baby. I want to see them while he tastes you.”

Stacey struggled to open them. It took so much more strength than she thought she had left in her. They were draining it all with their mouths on her body. Ben’s eyes swirled in arousal much as she was sure hers were doing. It looked as if keeping his eyelids up took all of his energy. The passion, evident in how he stared down at her, took her breath away. She wanted to reach up and cup his cheek with her hand, but even that took too much effort right then.

Steve’s tongue delved between her southern lips, sending her eyes wide and her breath searing through her lungs. After that, he ate at her like a wild man. When he couldn’t get to her the way he seemed to want, he used his fingers and spread her apart so he could lick at the center of her, stabbing her cunt with his talented tongue.

Back and forth, her attention was stretched between the two men as Ben latched on to one of her nipples and sucked as if his life depended on it. His fingers pulled and pinched the other one, assuring that no part of her was left unattended.

“Oh, God! Please don’t stop!” She would strangle them if they left her hanging after stirring her up so.

“Don’t worry, babe. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

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