Finding Her Way (MFMM)

Beautifully Imperfect 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 69,340
2 Ratings (3.5)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Reverse Harem, MFMM, HEA]

Kyla Hall is guilt ridden after her ex-boyfriend, Dale Orlando, takes his rage out on her therapist, Mercedes Nichols and stabs her numerous times.

Wade, Cliff, and Grey Newman are entranced by the gorgeous brunette, blue-eyed Kyla and feel an immediate connection. Though they want to ask her out on a date, it’s easy for the retired Marines to see that she’s wary of men.

When Kyla is accosted and hurt by two students from their dojo and the Newman men come to the rescue, she’s rethinking her knee-jerk decision about dating. Subsequently, Grey, Wade and Cliff feel responsible for her injuries and take her home with them to take care of her. Also so she can no longer avoid them.

The attraction grows as does her trust and she can only keep the handsome men at bay for so long.

When terrible things start happening at the dojo, Kyla is starting to think she should leave before it’s far too late.

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

Finding Her Way (MFMM)
2 Ratings (3.5)

Finding Her Way (MFMM)

Beautifully Imperfect 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 69,340
2 Ratings (3.5)
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“I don’t know you. You don’t know me. Just leave me alone,” Kyla demanded angrily as she tried to yank out of Black Shirt’s hold. She was angry but she was also scared out of her mind. The quivering inside was getting worse and she knew it would only exacerbate further. She wished she hadn’t left the dojo at all. The Newman brothers had told her they’d give her a ride home but her attraction to them had sent her running in the opposite direction.

When Black Shirt released her, she sighed with relief and was about to turn around and start walking again, but the bag she had over her shoulder was snatched away from her then dropped to the ground.

It was only then that she noticed Blue Shirt wasn’t in front but to the side of her since she’d kept her gaze pinned to whom she’d thought was the biggest threat. Black Shirt.

Kyla was about to make a run for it, however, before she could, Blue Shirt pressed his bigger, taller body against her back as he snagged an arm around her chest in a tight band.

She started shaking as terror struck as well as flashbacks from when Dale had broken into her apartment and beat her so badly she’d ended up in the hospital. She whimpered, raised her arms to try and cover her head and face but with the tight hold around her, she couldn’t lift them high enough.

A hard hand grabbed her face, the fingers digging into the joints of her jaw, making her face hurt, and tears welled. She blinked when she began to get dizzy, finally noticing that she was breathing way too fast as the anxiety took hold.

When she saw the gleam of straight white teeth as the man sneered at her, she screamed with frustration, fear, and fury.

Kyla went wild, kicking, scratching, and writhing as she tried to break free. She clawed at the arm around her breasts, digging her short nails into flesh as deeply as she could and she screamed as loudly as she could again. Her foot met a soft target but she was too panicked to see where her kick had hit.

The arm banded against her breasts tautened, which hurt but in the next instant it was gone. Fingers and nails dug into her scalp when her bun was gripped tightly. She reached back to alleviate the pain at her hair being pulled but before she could grasp the hand holding her, she was yanked from her feet and dropped to the ground. She landed on her left arm, crying out in agony when her bone snapped as it broke. It felt as if the break was in the same place from the last time and though she could barely move or breathe with the excruciating pain, she knew she couldn’t stay where she was. She needed to get up and keep fighting but already her vision was blackening around the edges.

Kyla wasn’t sure if she passed out for a minute but when she opened her eyes, it was to find Wade and Grey on their knees beside her. She turned her head when she heard flesh meeting flesh. Black Shirt was sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from his nose and his eyes closed as if he was unconscious. She looked up at Cliff just in time to see him catch Blue Shirt’s fist in his hand.

The asshole stepped back then kicked out at Cliff. Cliff moved his arm with rapid graceful fluidity and easily blocked Blue Shirt. Blue shirt jumped back and then with a roar of fury, he charged at Cliff. Cliff side stepped and as Blue Shirt’s momentum carried him passed Cliff, he kicked the bastard in the ass. Blue Shirt stumbled but then fell to his knees.

“For fuck’s sake Cliff. Finish it,” Wade snapped.

Kyla didn’t take her eyes from Cliff’s face. She could see the fury in his eyes, but he hadn’t let his anger control his actions. All his blocks had been executed with cool calm experience. Blue Shirt shoved to his feet facing Cliff with a sneer and then he charged again. Kyla held her breath when Cliff held still and for a moment, she thought he was going to end up being tackled to the ground. However, he moved at the last minute and spun quickly into what she thought was called a roundhouse kick, kicking Blue Shirt in the gut. Blue Shirt groaned as he bent over panting and gagging but he recovered fast and then he was charging at Cliff again. Cliff once more stepped to the side at the last minute but this time he threw a punch. His fist connected to the underside of Blue Shirt’s jaw and he dropped to the ground and didn’t move again.

It had all happened so fast and now she was struggling to keep her whimpers and tears of pain from escaping her.

“Kyla? Talk to me, baby,” Wade said urgently, stroking a finger down her cheek.

“We need to get you up off the ground, Blue Eyes,” Grey stated. “Where are you hurt?”

She opened her mouth but quickly closed it again when nothing came out but a gust of air. Instead of answering she glanced at her left arm and was surprised that she was cradling it against her chest. “B-broke-broken.”

“Fuck!” Cliff shouted, making her flinch and then moan as pain seared down and up her arm, into her shoulder and neck.

She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to breathe through the agony.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else, baby?” Wade asked.

“I-I don’t th-think so.”

“The cops are on the way and so is an ambulance.”



“Oh god,” she moaned as Grey filled her pussy with his big, thick dick. Though he wasn’t much bigger than his brothers, he felt huge inside of her, stretching out her walls. She was so wet she was dripping and she couldn’t stop her inner walls from flexing on him. She could even feel his cock twitching inside of her and every time his dick jostled the internal nerves flamed higher into a fiery, aching need.

He eased his cock back then surged into her again and again, and again. The frictional slide of his dick along all those pleasure receptors was driving her insane. She moved with him, hoping to get him to speed up his rocking hips, but Grey didn’t seemed to be deterred from going at his own pace. She groaned when he took a nipple and suckled on it, sending flares of arousal deep inside of her. The desirous ache grew more intense each time he speared his big cock back into her pussy, creating more juices until her body was making squelching sounds.

Kyla leaned toward him, her fingers still grasping his hair tightly and she sucked and nipped at his neck. When he bit down lightly on her nipple she gasped, but when he added more and more pressure with his teeth she shuddered.

He lapped over her nipple, gave it a final suckle, lifted his head, and stared into her eyes as he gradually increased the pace of his pumping hips.

Tension invaded her muscles as the pressure inside began to grow. She tilted her hips up further just as he plunged into her pussy, moaning and shivering when he rubbed over her G-spot, causing her inner muscles to ripple around and along his dick.

“Fuck yes,” he growled then started to piston in and out of her harder and faster.

Kyla’s breathing was harsh and choppy as she started moving her way up the steep slope. Her legs began trembling as she got more and more excited, closer and closer to climax.

The helix spiraled in slow whorls each time Grey drove his cock into her pussy, pulled back and shoved into her again.

He thrust faster still until he was drilling his cock into and out of her hard and fast.

Liquid heat pooling in her lower belly spread out, making her feel as if she was melting from the inside out, yet the tension invading her body also made her feel as taut as a bowstring.

Grey’s face was a tight mask of carnal concentration and each time he shunted his dick into her pussy, he grunted and groaned.

Honey wept from her pussy in an almost continuous stream and before her next breath, Kyla was hanging right on the edge of culmination, but she didn’t want to let go. She wanted this moment to last a lifetime even though she knew that wasn’t possible.

Although Grey’s eyes were glazed over with famished heat, there were also other emotions she could see in his gaze. He looked as if he cared for her deeply and though she wanted to hang on to that, she also didn’t want to presume and get things wrong. Her fleeting thought fled when she felt him press a finger between her ass cheeks and then he caressed the tip against her pussy where they were intimately joined. In the next moment, he caressed his wet finger over her star, then breached her ass to the first knuckle.

“Grey!” she screamed as she was slung up into paradise.

She quivered and vibrated with blissful glory as she came. Her internal walls clenched and released, clamped, and let go over and over.

Grey grunted, pulled back to the tip of his dick then plunged back into her hard and fast with a bellow. “Kyla!” His dick pulsed and jerked, causing her to shake and quake as they climaxed together. She came so hard she felt her juices gush from her pussy.

When she floated down from her nirvanic high, panting and gasping for breath, she opened eyes she hadn’t noticed she’d closed and gaped when she realized that Grey was no longer standing. He was sitting on his bent legs on the bottom of the shower with her still impaled on his softening cock. Kyla giggled then laughed when he smiled at her.

“Think that’s funny, do you?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You made me come so hard my legs were too weak to stay upright. That’s never happened to me before.”

“Never?” she asked.

“Only with you, Blue Eyes. Only with you.” He covered her mouth with his and though the kiss was passionate, there was no longer a desperate need, but it was poignant and heartfelt and made her eyes sting with tears. He lifted his mouth from hers and met her gaze. “How’s your arm, honey? I didn’t hurt it, did I?”

“What arm?” she countered with a smile.

“Are you ready to get up?”

“The more appropriate question is, are you ready to get up? Do you think you have enough strength to stand?” She giggled again. It was a sound she’d never heard from herself before and though it was unusual, she liked it.

Kyla was happy and content.

She hadn’t figured out until now that with Dale she’d never truly been satisfied and cheerful. And then it hit her. She hadn’t really loved her ex at all. She’d been infatuated and because he’d been the only person in her life when her grandmother had died, she’d stuck with him to keep the grief and loneliness at bay.

It was different with Grey, Cliff, and Wade. She felt so much for them. They always seemed to put her needs and comfort first. They treated her like a princess even if they were sometimes too authoritative for her liking. They only ever seemed to have her best interests at heart.

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