County Sheriffs 2: Conquering Lovers (MFM)

County Sheriffs 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 59,374
19 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M, HEA]
Isabella Fuller’s sister, Maria, was the serial killer's first victim, and Bella is riddled with guilt and grief. She was supposed to have met Maria for a drink after work, but ended up being late due to circumstances beyond her control, and she never sees her sister again. It doesn’t help that Maria’s last boyfriend blames Bella for Maria’s death, too.
When she finds out Brett only dated her sister to get to her, Bella is horrified. And when he assaults her, Bella’s guilt won’t allow her to press charges. But then she’s rescued by two handsome deputy sheriffs.
Dawson Campbell and Kent Evans know Bella is the woman they’ve been waiting for, but when they ask her out on a date, she refuses. However, good and bad circumstances throw the three together time and time again. Bella can’t refuse when the deputies ask her to be in a relationship with them, but when evil gets her in its clutches, she isn’t sure she’ll see the men she’s fallen in love with ever again.
Note: This book contains double penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.


County Sheriffs 2: Conquering Lovers (MFM)
19 Ratings (4.5)

County Sheriffs 2: Conquering Lovers (MFM)

County Sheriffs 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 59,374
19 Ratings (4.5)
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Oh the suspense builds as the sheriffs are still tracking the killer!! Loving this series!!!
I enjoyed this story. I am looking forward to the next one in the series.
Karlyn Plett




“You’re to blame for all of this, you bitch.” 

Dawson growled when he heard the slap of flesh meeting flesh. He turned the corner to the alley and stopped just before barreling down the scruffy-looking man standing over the woman who was now crouched close the ground with her hand over her face, tears in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, sobs coming out of her mouth.

Dawson had the asshole in an armlock seconds later, and after grabbing his cuffs from his belt, he secured the bastard with his arms behind his back.

“Are you all right, miss?” Kent moved in closer to the woman as Dawson pulled the fucker back a few steps, away from the cowering woman, before shoving him into the opposite wall face-first and patting him down. He read the bastard his rights and then spun him around before shoving his ass to the ground. 

“Stay there!” Dawson ordered as he turned to find Kent helping the blonde-haired woman back to her feet.

“I’m okay,” the woman said in a quavering voice and removed her hand from her face.

Dawson sucked in a loud breath when he saw the red marks on that soft-looking creamy skin. The lady’s face was already swelling and beginning to bruise.

“What’s your name?” Kent asked.

“Isabella Fuller.”

“Isabella, do you want to press charges for assault?” Dawson asked after glancing at the prick sitting on the ground with his head hanging down.


Dawson ground his teeth together and rolled his lips inward. The urge to yell at her and ask her why the hell not was so strong he had to turn away. He walked back over to the asshole and squatted down in front of him, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low so Isabella wouldn’t hear what he said. “We don’t need her to press charges to arrest you. My partner and I could lock you up and throw away the key until you go to trial. Want to tell me why you hit a defenseless woman?”

Dawson tugged the fucker to his feet when he didn’t answer. After searching his pockets and pulling his wallet out, Dawson checked the bastard’s ID. Brett Taylor was a local resident of Cody and twenty-six years old. He reeked of booze and body odor, which told Dawson that the idiot had obviously been on a bender that had lasted for days. He glanced over his shoulder toward Kent and Isabella.

“He hit you. Are you going to let him do that to another unsuspecting woman? What if he decides to beat on a poor defenseless kid?”

“He won’t,” Isabella replied with so much conviction Dawson almost believed her. There was something else going on here, and he intended to get to the bottom of it.

“Ms. Fuller, I’m going to need you to come back to the station with us to answer a few questions,” Kent said emphatically.

Dawson was surprised when she didn’t argue but nodded instead. If she wasn’t going to press charges, there was no need for her to go with them. However, he wanted to know what the fuck was going on. She was glancing at the asshole constantly, and there was guilt and sorrow in her eyes. 

Kent swept his hand out for Isabella to precede him, and Dawson grasped the small chain on the handcuffs so the fucker couldn’t get away if he decided to make a run for it.

Ten minutes later and a brief explanation later, he passed their perp over to Clay and Spence before following Kent and Isabella into the only unoccupied room they had, which happened to be the kitchen. Dawson hurried over to the fridge, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, wrapped it in a clean dish towel, and then moved back to sit across from Isabella, passing over the ice. “Put that on your face. It’ll help keep the swelling down.”

Kent moved around to Dawson’s side of the table. “Can I get you anything to drink, Ms. Fuller?”

“Please, call me Isabella or Bella. Water would be nice, thanks.”

Kent walked over to the fridge, grabbed three bottles of water, and then handed them out before sitting next to Dawson.

Bella. Dawson liked the shorter version of her name. It suited her somehow. He came back to the present when she cleared her throat.

“How do you know Brett Taylor?” Kent asked.

“He was my sister’s boyfriend,” she answered before glancing away when tears formed in her eyes. She blinked a few times before meeting Kent’s and then Dawson’s gaze.

“Was?” Dawson asked as gently as he could.

“My sister was murdered just over four months ago.”

Dawson’s brain lit up when the lightbulb inside it flicked on. Fuller was a common name, but after he heard what Bella had just said, Dawson saw the photos of the serial killer’s first victim flash before his eyes. “Maria Fuller was your sister.”

Bella swallowed audibly and then opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again before nodding. “Brett blames me for my sister’s death, and rightly so. I’d planned to meet her that night. We were going for a girl’s night out, but I never made it to the pub. I had a flat tire and would have changed it myself, but there was something wrong with the jack. It wouldn’t work. I had to call a tow and since the driver was already out on a call, I ended up being over an hour late.” She paused when her voice broke on a sob. “I looked for her everywhere, called her cell phone and her house. There was no answer on either phone. I couldn’t find her. She was found dead the next morning.”




Dawson lapped and licked over her collarbone, coming back up to scrape his teeth over the sensitive tendon running down the outside of her neck, causing her to shiver and moan, and then his mouth moved lower still. He glided his tongue over the top of her breasts, causing her areolae and nipples to tighten even more. The lace covering her breasts was pleasantly abrasive, but she needed more. Bella wanted to feel their hands touching her bare skin. She wanted their warm, moist mouths sucking on her flesh. 

Liquid desire pooled hotter and thicker in her belly and pussy, making her so wet she was sure her undies were drenched. She tensed with expectation and held her breath when she felt the tips of Kent’s fingers brush against the leg seam of her panties, and then moaned with disappointment when his hands moved away from her aching cunt.

Dawson lifted his head and met her gaze, searching her eyes as if to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind or become frightened by what he and Kent were doing to her. She wanted to tell them she was fine and was ready for more, but while her brain was racing, she was so needy she couldn’t seem to get her lips and tongue to work to form any coherent words.

Whether he saw what she wanted, she didn’t know, but he smoothed a hand up over her belly and fiddled with the clasp of her bra between her breasts. She licked her lips and silently willed him to undo the clasp. His gaze moved from hers to her breasts and back up again. 

“Do it,” Bella whispered hoarsely.

Dawson’s eyes crinkled with a smile, and just as she was about to smile in return, her bra sprang apart. His audible indrawn breath had her tensing again, but when he groaned, she relaxed, figuring he liked what he was seeing. Bella looked down to see the areolae of both breasts had contracted and her nipples were standing at attention and looked redder than normal.

“Look at those hard nipples,” Dawson rasped right before he lowered his head and took the closest peak into his mouth.

Bella’s back bowed up as she moaned. She’d never felt anything so wonderful in her life. Wet heat enveloped the throbbing tip as he sucked on her nipple, sending shards of erotic pleasure shooting down her body into her womb and aching clit. When he cupped the other breast, and began strumming his thumb over her other nipple, she arched her neck and her legs began to move restlessly.

Kent made a growly noise right before he cupped her mound over her panties. Her clit throbbed, causing her pussy to clench, and more juices leaked from her cunt.

“Lift your hips, darlin’,” Kent ordered just before his hand left her hot aching pussy, and then, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her panties. She lifted her hips and shivered as he tugged the panties down her thighs and lower legs, and off over her feet. 

A groan was ripped from her throat when Dawson switched to her other breast, his teeth scraping over the sensitive peak before he suckled on it.

The mattress dipped near her feet as Kent shifted, and then, he caressed his way up the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs wider and wider the higher he got.

Bella threaded her fingers into Dawson’s hair once more, and when she felt a warm puff of moist air on her clit, she realized that Kent’s head was so close to her cunt she could feel him breathing on her. The muscles in her legs trembled as they tautened, whether with nervousness or anticipation even she wasn’t sure. She’d heard of men licking women’s pussies, and though she was a little embarrassed over the thought of someone, Kent, putting his mouth on her down there, she was also excited. She’d heard other women say it was an amazingly erotic pleasurable experience that they wanted repeated over and over, again.

Kent dipped the tip of his finger into her wet pussy, causing her to gasp as nerves sparked to life, and then, she whimpered when he rubbed his way up through her folds and touched her engorged clit with such a light brush that she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it. 

Her legs wobbled as Kent flopped onto the mattress with a bounce, and just as she was lifting her head to look down at him, he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and spread her wider. His gaze lifted to hers as he slid his tongue from between his lips and laved the tip over her engorged pearl. 

Bella flopped back on the pillow with a moan as fire shot from her clit into her womb and veins. She was so hot and needy she was panting, and while she could feel herself trembling and tried to stop it, she couldn’t.

Dawson released the nipple he’d been sucking on with a pop, shifted to his knees beside her, and then bent to take her mouth. The kiss they shared was hot, wild, and carnal. The more their tongues danced and dueled, the hotter she became. 

Kent moved his tongue faster and faster over her throbbing, sensitive clit, causing every single muscle in her body to tense up, one by one.

The liquid heat was coursing through her veins, and with each lap of his tongue over her clit, the pressure in her womb and cunt grew bigger and bigger.

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