Coming Home (MFMM)

Caveman Creek 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,666
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[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Romance, Menage, Contemporary, Small Town, Mild BDSM, Spanking, MFMM, HEA]

Bounced around from place to place as a child, Sherry Evans is seeking a town to call home. She also needs an affordable place to realize her dream of opening a daycare center. What Sherry is not seeking is a romance. But Matt Bauer, Chris Carter and Eric Simmons have other ideas.

The three men, building contractors, own and operate MCE Construction in Pinecone Creek, Wisconsin. When they meet Sherry, they know she’s the woman they’ve been waiting for. They are more than willing to renovate a building for her daycare – as long as it’s in Pinecone Creek.

The men agree that they want a lasting relationship with Sherry and plan a campaign to convince her that they are the only guys for her. But an old girlfriend has other ideas. She wants her men back and Sherry gone. How far will she go to destroy Sherry’s dreams? Can Matt, Chris and Eric convince Sherry to love three men?

Coming Home (MFMM)
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Coming Home (MFMM)

Caveman Creek 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,666
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Sherry suddenly and unexpectedly found herself between three of the hottest men she’d ever met. They were tall and heavily muscled. Sherry imagined herself as the safest woman on planet Earth. Safe, yes. Nervous? Oh, hell yes. She now wondered if the T-shirt that she’d happily slipped over her an hour ago looked okay. Her eyes darted across it, checking for stains. Then she remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

She dredged her brain for details about sports teams and construction equipment, in case the men wanted to talk about them. But she didn’t follow any teams, and knew next to nothing about building stuff. The group approached the grill and the butterflies in her stomach morphed into buzzards. Sherry dreaded the sit down and talk part that came next. Those gorgeous men wanted to talk to her, Sherry. And she’d have to answer them. Fear of boring the trio swamped her like an incoming tidal wave.

When they reached the picnic table, Matt and Eric waited for Sherry to sit down before they claimed seats on either side of her. Chris sat opposite her.

Jake bit back a laugh. He and Lana found places at the end of their table. “Guess they’re not taking any chances.”

“You’re visiting the sheriff and Lana?” Eric asked, ignoring Jake’s comment

“Yup, I’m staying with them until I find a good place to open my business.”

“That’s exciting. What kind of business? Here in Pinecone Creek?” Matt picked up his burger and studied the young woman beside him. His gaze lingered on her bee stung lips and dimples. He wanted to run his fingers through the black hair that flowed over her shoulders and down her back like a dark stream. Her breasts pushed against her shirt when she shifted to answer him. He forced his eyes to focus on her face and not stray.

“I’m hoping to start a daycare here. I have a state grant and I’ve saved some money. That is, if I can find an affordable place. If not, then I’ll have to look somewhere else. What about all of you? Have you lived here long?”

“A few years,” Eric began explaining. “Matt’s an electrician and I’m a plumber. We worked on so many building projects together that we decided to join forces and start our own business. Then we met Chris—he’s a general contractor and does the kind of finish work that we don’t. It made sense to make him a partner.”

Sherry observed the men while they ate. All three wore ballpark style caps that advertised “MCE Construction” and had a small hammer embroidered on the front. They wore jeans and T-shirts that showcased their muscled chests. She thought that Chris was the oldest, but his hat cast a shadow that partially hid his face, so she wasn’t sure. His tan and sun-kissed brown hair reflected a career spent outdoors, while the laugh lines etched around his mouth hinted at a man with a sense of humor.

Matt reached out and tucked a stray curl behind Sherry’s ear. “Like what you see?” he asked softly. “I know I do.”

Sherry’s breath caught in her throat. Crap! Caught! She felt her face heating up, and figured her cheeks had to be stoplight red. She wished she flirted with men all the time, that she was armed with snappy comebacks and cool lines. But she wasn’t that woman and never had been. At best, she might think of something tomorrow when it didn’t matter anymore. Instead, she reached for her cup and gulped.

Sherry stiffened when she felt Eric run his hand up and down her back. “It’s all right, honey, we want you to look. We want to get to know you.” She searched his face, waiting for him to make a joke or laugh at her. Surprised, she realized he meant what he said. His gentle touch soon calmed her anxiety. She relaxed.

Chris leaned forward and covered Sherry’s small hand with his large one. His thumb caressed the back of her hand, and he gave it a tender squeeze. “How about we walk around when everyone’s done eating?”

“Yes, I’d like that.” Sherry put her cup down, grateful for Chris’s rescue. She wondered how much the men really wanted to walk with her. I can’t imagine all three of them sticking around, she thought. They’ll probably ditch me when they see someone they know.




“I call back seat! Climb in, baby!” Matt held the door open for Sherry and pulled her onto his lap once they’d left Lana and Jake’s. “I didn’t get any kitchen kisses! That’s not fair at all, so I’m taking mine now.”

Matt maneuvered Sherry until she lay cradled in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and her legs draped across the seat. Matt’s hand rested against the underside of her breast, and his free hand cupped her knee. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, sipping at them at first, then deepening his kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, mimicking what he wanted to do with his hardening cock. He heard Sherry’s moans as she worked her fingers through his hair while her other hand clutched his shoulder and fisted in his shirt. His hand worked its way under her dress, and slipped beneath her panties. Matt looked up to find Eric fighting his seat belt when he tried to turn and watch. Chris had chosen to take them down a quiet deserted lane. He drove slowly, his eyes flicking between the rearview mirror and the road.

Matt’s fingers grazed her mound. When she moaned and pressed her hips into his hand, he continued his exploration. His fingers slipped between her pussy lips, and gathered her wetness. He found her engorged clit and circled it with his thumb. He loved the sound of Sherry’s whimpers and her squirming hips. Still stimulating her clit with his thumb, he slipped a finger into her and rubbed against the small spongy button he found inside of her. Her hips bucked, pushing into his hand.

Matt knew that Sherry’s muscles tightening and fluttering around his fingers signaled the start of her orgasm. He kissed her neck, then nibbled on her earlobe. “I have you, baby. Let go for us. You’re safe,” he whispered while he pressed against her clit with his thumb, and his fingers continued their massage of her inner walls.

Chris had to pull their truck onto the side of the road before they landed in the ditch. He and Eric watched Sherry arch into Matt’s hands and cry out while she came. Matt wrapped his arms around her. “Oh sweetheart, thank you for giving us your trust. You are beautiful when you come.”

“Gorgeous,” Chris said, his eyes on Sherry.

“Spectacular!” Eric added. “I want to hold her next time!”

“Let’s give her a minute. I don’t think she’s back with us yet.” Matt brushed the hair away from her eyes. “You okay, honey?”

“Oh my God! I just, you...we did…” Sherry’s blush crept over her face. “I’ve never…we’re in town!” she wailed.

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