Dane's Odyssey to a Real Valentine's Day (MMM)

A Holiday Story 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 44,494
38 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, spanking, light consensual BDSM, food play, HEA]
For years Gramps told Dane Kennedy that a real Valentine’s Day is more than cards and chocolate. It includes lovers, family, and friends. The secrets Dane holds close prevent him from finding what Gramps is talking about. A phone call changes Dane’s world and he’s put in the excruciating position of making a life and death decision.
Vyce and Fyuri Romeo push all of Dane’s attraction buttons. The big Native American brothers are muscled, dark-skinned, and powerful. But are they as strong inside as they are on the outside? Another phone call devastates Dane. One of his secrets has been discovered and could cost him millions.
Dane runs but Vyce and Fyuri find him. The brothers set rules that Dane pushes against, testing the limits and discovering the pleasures of punishment. Life has torn holes into Dane’s fragile soul. But sometimes heartaches are of our own making. Sometimes secrets aren’t always a secret. Watch Dane find this out when he’s given a real Valentine’s Day.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
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Bellann Summer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Dane's Odyssey to a Real Valentine's Day (MMM)
38 Ratings (4.5)

Dane's Odyssey to a Real Valentine's Day (MMM)

A Holiday Story 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 44,494
38 Ratings (4.5)
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STORY EXCERPT

 

A long, low whistle escaped out of Fyuri Romeo’s mouth. My, my, look at that sweet thing. He wasn’t very big, but those firm legs encased in tight denim would feel so good wrapped around Fyuri’s waist while Vyce pushed into him from behind. A glance at Vyce’s face said he was feeling it too.

“So how are we going to get him to come over here and say hi?” Fyuri murmured out of the side of his mouth.

Vyce grunted.

Fyuri hadn’t expected anything more from his brother. They may both be in their late twenties and only eighteen months apart, but Vyce was the older brother and pure alpha. Fyuri was no slouch, but he tended to be the talker of the two and more easy going, except when his temper was riled. Then watch out because he lived up to his name.

The little stranger’s wide gray eyes kept darting from Fyuri to Vyce. Those beautiful peepers were surrounded by thick black lashes and tilted up at the corners, giving the man an exotic look. A straight, slim nose and the sexiest pair of lips Fyuri had ever seen, combined with smooth, tan skin and dark brown hair, had Fyuri ready to jump up and stuff the man into his suitcase. Once Fyuri was home, he would let him out, only after he agreed to stay for a while.

Vyce turned his head and looked at Fyuri. One slashing black eyebrow rose. “We can’t kidnap him.”

Damn, the man knew him too well. On to plan B. Fyuri stood, grabbed his carry-on duffel bag, and sauntered across the aisle. The cutie sat up straighter as Fyuri drew nearer. Sitting next to him, Fyuri maneuvered one of his shoulders behind the man’s shoulder, for comfort in the closely spaced chairs, of course.

On the other side, Vyce sat. Fyuri noticed Vyce covered the man’s other shoulder with his. Now they had him protected and where he belonged, between them.

“Hey, guys.” The man wiggled about. “You’re squishing me here.”

Vyce looked at the cutie and raised one eyebrow. “Really?”

The man stilled his movements and flushed, making him even more attractive. “Well, um, you are kind of crowding me in.”

Fyuri figured it was time to intervene and make nice. “I’m Fyuri Romeo, and this is my brother, Vyce. We’re waiting for the plane to Granite City. We’re visiting our brother for the holidays and attending a wedding.”

“Really?” The man’s eyes widened, and he smiled, sending all of Fyuri’s blood straight to his dick. “I’m going to Granite City for a wedding. My name is Dane Kennedy.”

Fyuri studied Dane. He didn’t look familiar, and Fyuri didn’t recognize the name. But then, he only knew Rock, who was one of the grooms, and Synn, who was their brother and Rock’s best man in the wedding. There was also the fact that this wedding contained three other couples, which Fyuri had never met.

A terrible thought hit Fyuri right between the eyes. “Are you in the wedding?”

Excitement lit up those mesmerizing gray eyes. “Oh yes,” Dane answered.

Fyuri’s heart plummeted, and he saw Vyce stiffen.

“I’m standing up as my brother’s best man.” Dane’s smile grew. “It’s going to be the biggest and craziest wedding I’ve ever attended. My brother is marrying Stephanie. She is this tiny woman who is a whirlwind on a calm day, but so far, Derrick is okay with that.” The cutest chuckle bubbled out of Dane. “After Derrick asked Stephanie’s dad for permission to marry her, she came up with the idea that her three brothers should get married to their partners in a huge family wedding. Is that the wedding you’re attending, the Hayward family wedding?”

Fyuri hadn’t thought of it in that way, but Rock was getting married to Brad Hayward. “Yeah, that’s the wedding we’re going to. Our brother Synn is Rock Morrison’s best man.”

Dane squinted and seemed to be thinking. “Okay, Rock is marrying Stephanie’s brother, Brad. I haven’t met any of the other siblings, but Derrick speaks highly of them and their partners.”

“Are you sticking around after the wedding or heading out right away?” Fyuri needed to know how much time he and Vyce had to seduce this man into their bed. Once Dane was there, Fyuri figured it would take at least a week to scratch the itch.

Dane frowned, and his teeth began to worry his bottom lip. “Um, I don’t know. Derrick and Stephanie plan on spending New Year’s Eve in Jamaica where they’re honeymooning. I wasn’t sure if I was going to do a little traveling after the holidays or what.”

Fyuri held back his smile. This could turn out to be one of the hottest sex-filled holidays he and Vyce had had in a long time.

The speakers crackled to life, and a woman announced their flight was ready for boarding. Fyuri glanced out the window and saw that, while they were getting acquainted with the exotic Dane, the plane had taxied in and was waiting.

Standing, Fyuri waited for Dane to grab his small suitcase and, with Vyce bringing up the rear, headed toward the lady taking tickets.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Vyce hid his smile. The dark patches of color flagging Dane’s high cheekbones and his glaring daggers at his brother’s back told Vyce the smaller man was irritated as hell. For Vyce it was good to know he had the brother’s support in his pursuit of Dane. The wink he received as Derrick passed was confirmation enough for him.

“I see you’re showing that beautiful ass of yours off again,” Vyce commented as he stepped closer to Dane.

Vyce figured keeping Dane unbalanced was the way to break through the emotional wall he had erected. Next Vyce would find out why Dane had felt the need to erect that wall.

“I don’t think brothers count,” Dane fired back.

Cute didn’t begin to describe the man in the midst of his tiny hissy fit. Vyce decided to fan the flames, just a little.

“I think it does.” Vyce pressed his lips together from bursting out laughing at the angry fire shooting from Dane’s pretty gray eyes. It was time to divert the man’s ire again. “Let’s get you into the shower. It should loosen up those stiff muscles.”

Poor Dane’s shoulders were hunched as his whole body wobbled back and forth. The corner of his mouth tightened, and lines formed on his forehead. Vyce went to pick him up.

Dane lifted his hands. “No, don’t touch me. I can do this myself.”

Head held high, Dane staggered stiff-legged toward the attached bathroom.

Fyuri spoke next to Vyce’s ear. “How long are you going to let him get away with that kind of behavior?”

“Until I find out why he’s fighting the attraction,” Vyce answered.

Vyce had enough when Dane knocked his shoulder against the frame of the bathroom’s door. Moving forward, Vyce scooped Dane into his arms and walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Dane pushed at Vyce’s shoulders.

“Enough,” he ordered.

Holding Dane with one arm while taking most of the smaller man’s weight against his body, Vyce turned the shower’s faucet to the on position. Vyce set Dane onto his feet under the gushing warm water. A flick of his finger snapped the pink G-string, and it dropped to the tile floor.

Wet strands of hair outlined Dane’s tanned face as he looked at Vyce. “I liked that pair.”

“Too many people other than Fyuri and me have seen them.” Vyce enjoyed watching Dane’s eyes widening when he pulled his own T-shirt off. His pants landed on the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

Dane blinked, finally catching up with the conversation. Dragging his gaze off of Vyce’s chest, he asked, “Is this what you do? You meet a guy, move in on him, and what, disappear when you get sick of him?”

Vyce turned Dane so his back was against Vyce’s front. “No, this is what I do when I believe I’ve met the man I want to care for, protect, and make mine for the rest of our lives.”

The contours of their bodies slid together in an exquisite alignment of a tight puzzle. Vyce leaned down and kissed the side of Dane’s neck, tasting his skin with his tongue. Under his hands, he mapped out every slope and hollow of Dane’s sweet body.

Dane relaxed against Vyce and shivered. “I can’t think. You need to stop. We’ve just met. I have to be logical.”

Vyce reached down and took Dane’s prick into his hand. “What you need to do is let me give you release so that your muscles relax.”

Dane arched back and began shifting his body, rubbing skin against skin. Vyce’s cock had been hard since ripping that string off Dane. Now it surged under the satin of Dane’s erotic dance. In seconds Dane’s flaccid prick hardened, filling Vyce’s hand. A stroke from the base to the tip firmed it up even more.

“I don’t…ah…I don’t feel real relaxed right now,” Dane complained.

“What a pretty prick you have.” Vyce brushed his lips against the side of Dane’s neck before scraping his teeth over the tender skin, provoking a delicious full-body shudder out of the smaller man.

Vyce explored, letting the tips of his fingers learn the secrets of Dane’s prick. Thin, soft skin stretching over the hardness beneath warmed under Vyce’s firm strokes. He gave the spongy head a twist, and precum bubbled up out of the tiny center slit before spilling over. Using his thumb, Vyce rubbed the slippery liquid around until the cockhead was shining so prettily.

“Vyce.” Dane’s hips thrust forward. “It’s been too long.”

Forming a tunnel with his hand, Vyce set up a fast-paced rhythm. Prolonging this session wouldn’t help Dane’s tender leg.

Leaning down, he whispered in Dane’s ear, “Come.”

Fingers dug into his arms right before Dane screamed, “Vyce, Vyce, Vyce.”

Streaks of white cum spurted from Dane’s prick, painting the tile wall of the shower. Vyce kept up his steady pace, and another round of cum coated the wall. One last shot of milky white signaled Dane’s completion, and Vyce slowed down the tempo, giving Dane time to come down from the power of his orgasm.

Vyce engulfed the man in his arms, holding him as close as he could. Dipping his head, he rubbed their cheeks together before managing to capture Dane’s lips in their first kiss.

Not one to waste time on sweet, prissy kisses, Vyce pushed his tongue between Dane’s lips and began finding all the man’s secrets. Dane opened his mouth and submitted to Vyce’s pursuit. That submission sealed Dane’s fate. Vyce was never letting him go.

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