Diamond Fire (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 37,177
4 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Firefighter Blake Kane knew he’d found the love of his life when he met Wendi. Six months later, she became his wife. Vivacious, sultry, and smart, she’s everything he wants, and he’ll do anything to keep her happy…including inviting his closest friend into their bed.
Even after ten years of marriage, everything about Blake makes Wendi Kane swoon. Fearful of losing the man she loves, she’s buried a secret she’ll carry to her grave. Somehow, she’s fallen for Chase, too. When Blake offers her a night with Chase, it seems like the perfect anniversary gift. If only one night could be enough.
Firefighter Chase Thorne has secretly loved his best friend’s wife for over a decade. Despite his envy, he would never do anything to tear Blake and Wendi apart. When Blake invites him to a threesome, his heart and libido won’t let him refuse. But when truths come out, cherished friendships and a perfect marriage could be at stake.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tonya Ramagos is a Siren-exclusive author.
Diamond Fire (MFM)
4 Ratings (4.5)

Diamond Fire (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 37,177
4 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
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Chase pulled out a chair at the long, rectangular table in the common room of the firehouse, spun it around, and straddled it. “Did you catch any word at the scene about why that kitchen fire spread so quickly like it did?”

They had made it to the scene within ten minutes of the call. A grease fire like the one that they had been called in to dispatch shouldn’t have spread the way it did in such a short amount of time.

Blake angled himself in his chair across from Chase and propped his booted feet on the corner of the table. “The lady was heating oil of the burner to make hash browns or some shit and decided to clean the counter by the stove while she waited. The grease got too hot and started to splash. She reached too quick to shut it off and knocked over a bottle of cooking oil she’d left open on the counter. The grease in the pan ignited, splashed, followed the oily trail, and whoosh.”

Chase shook his head. “An accident that caused a whole lot of damage and could’ve been prevented with a little extra care.”

Blake lifted a shoulder and reached for the can of soda sitting on the table in front of him. “In a nutshell, yeah.”

“At least Precious is safe.”

Blake grinned around the rim of the soda can. “I didn’t know you got attached to pussies so fast.”

Chase shot him the bird before folding his arms over the back of his chair. “Did you ever decide what you’re getting Wendi for your anniversary?”

Blake’s brows winged up and Chase realized what he’d just done. Jeez, Thorne. Blake teasing you about pussies was not a segue to talk about his wife, asswipe.

“Yeah.” Blake’s throat worked as he took a large gulp of the soda and slowly swallowed it, his gaze locked with Chase’s. “Now that you mention it, I’ve been wanting to run it by you and see what you think of the idea.”

“Dude, I suck at figuring out what to get a woman for any occasion, let alone a tenth-year wedding anniversary.”

“The traditional gift for the ten year mark is tin,” Blake told him as he set down his soda can. “The list I pulled up on the net says it’s been modernized to diamond jewelry.”

An image of Wendi filled Chase’s mind decked in a Tin Man costume that nearly made him crack up. He mentally stripped her of the costume and, damn it, everything else, which was not a good idea while he was sitting across the table from her husband.


He visually slapped an outfit on her that he’d seen her wear many times and studied the bare flesh that remained. Wendi wore jewelry and, though the pieces were often full of color and jazz, he couldn’t remember seeing her wear anything flashy like a diamond.

Chase made a face. “I don’t know, man. Wen isn’t really a diamond type of girl, you know? Her wedding ring isn’t even a diamond.” It was a round sapphire in a white-gold setting.

“She wants this diamond,” Blake said confidently. “She’s been eyeballing it for years with that dreamy expression women get when they really want something.”

“Years?” Chase lifted a brow. “And you’re just now getting it for her?” Blake spoiled Wendi. If the woman wanted something and Blake had the means to get it for her, she got it. If Blake didn’t have the means, he found them.

Blake shrugged. “It wasn’t time before.”

“Did you get it yet? Your anniversary is tomorrow.”

“Not yet. I need you to help me.”

Chase studied his friend. If the man already knew what he wanted to get his wife, what did Blake need his help for? On the other hand, who was he to argue? He never turned down Blake’s request for any favor. Not to mention, his friend was giving him the perfect opportunity to fulfill Wendi’s request of getting Blake out of the house so she could set up for the party.

“No problem. We’ll go get it tomorrow afternoon.”

Blake shook his head. “It’s not in a store.”

Chase raked a hand through is hair and gave a half-laugh. “All right. Now I’m confused. If it’s not in a store, then where is it?”

Blake looked away, his head moving slowly as he scanned the common room behind him. A few of the other men had come into the room and settled in front of the television a few feet away. He turned back to Chase, leaned forward, and lowered his voice. “Sitting in front of me.”

Chase’s pulse drummed loudly in his ears, drowning out all other sounds in the common room, as he stared into his best friend’s eyes. Blake was serious and, holy fuck, he knew.

“Come on.” Blake jerked his head toward the door of the common room. “Let’s find someplace quiet outside so we can talk.”




“Have you fantasized about me, Wen?” He licked the side of her neck just below her earlobe in a slow and tantalizing glide that had her moaning into Blake’s mouth.

Yes, her sense of hearing had returned. She clearly heard his question followed by her own low, throaty moan. Now, however, her sense of speech was impaired by Blake’s amazingly skilled mouth and his delectable tongue. Holy hormones, she’d always loved the way her husband kissed.

She reached up and behind her instead, blindly finding Chase’s nape and tugging his velvety wicked lips to her neck. She felt him smile, heard his soft chuckle, and then lost herself in the truly devious things he started to do with her sensitized flesh. He caught the tender skin between his teeth, nipped it, and then licked away bittersweet pain.

Between her legs, Blake’s thigh slowly lowered and inched away. The absence of that pressure to her aching pussy was intense and immediate. She wanted to slide down, to slither and chase after it, but doing so would mean breaking the kiss.

He broke it anyway, pulling away just far enough to gaze down at her. His eyes had turned that darkest brown they always became when he was well and truly horny and they were heavy lidded with desire. He was breathing fast. She felt the brisk rise and fall of his body beneath her hand that had once again wound itself around the wide expanse of his shoulders during that mind-altering kiss.

“You should answer him, my love.”

She blinked at Blake. Answer who about what? Though her sense of hearing was back full force, it took a moment for her passion-fogged brain to wrap around the question Chase had asked. Before she could find her no doubt ragged voice to answer, her sense of feel overrode, drawing her attention to their hands.

Blake’s hand moved from her buttocks to her waist, taking the place of Chase’s hands as he pushed her dress down her hips until it fell in a pool of material around her feet. Then Chase covered her throbbing mound through the thin satin of her thong panties with one hand while the other slid up her front between hers and Blake’s bodies to the base of her throat.

“What have you fantasized about me doing to you, Wendi?” Chase repeated his question, but reworded it in such a way that flames ignited in every erogenous zone in her body.

Still unable to find her voice, her gaze locked with Blake’s heated, whisky-brown eyes.

Blake’s lips cruised over her bottom lip and chin. “Tell him, baby.”

She let her eyes drift closed as Blake tenderly nipped her jaw, his fingers kneading her waist, as Chase held her still with his large hands splayed at her throat and pussy. God, Chase’s touch, feeling the heat of his hand on her pussy and the magnificent hardness of his massive cock at the small of her back, brought to her mind every fantasy of him she’d ever had.

“Your cock in my ass while Blake’s is in my pussy.” The words left her mouth barely more audible than a whisper. Their heat consumed her. Their scents both musky and faintly salty treated her more than any erotic fantasy she’d ever entertained about being with them together. Was this really happening? Were her dreams of being with both of the men she loved really going to become a reality tonight?

Blake’s lips skimmed her eyebrows, over her closed lids, down the bride of her nose, and briefly covered her mouth before tailing down her chin and neck. Could he feel the rapid beat of her heart? Could they hear it beating so fast between them? How could they not? It slammed in her chest so fast it was deafening.

Chase nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, his teeth lightly biting her lobe, and gently tugging. “That’s all I needed to hear. Is she ready for that?”

Wendi opened her eyes, realizing Chase’s last words had been meant for Blake. She saw Blake meet Chase’s gaze over her shoulder, watched him nod once, and then his attention focused on her again.

“I’ve been preparing her for the night we invited you into our bed for a long time.”

Her jaw dropped as shock collided with the wicked excitement turning her muscles to mush. She thought about the butt plugs and how surprised she’d been to discover Blake seemed to enjoy using them on her. She remembered the other morning when he’d inserted the largest one in her ass and told her it was okay to fantasize about it being another man’s cock.

“You were doing that for Chase all along?”

Worry suddenly swirled with the heat in Blake’s eyes. “Not just for Chase, but, yes, the knowledge that it would prepare you for this was always in the back of my mind. Are you angry with me, my love?”

She stared at him, her mouth opening and closing like a guppy several times before she managed to find an answer. “I’m shocked!” She smiled and pulled his face down so she could brush her lips to his. “And too damn horny to be mad at you.”

Chase scooped her into his arms, surprising a soft squeak out of her. “In that case, why don’t we see how well he’s prepared your tight ass to take me?”

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