Hearts on Fire 4: Kisses Sweeter Than Pie (MFMM)

Hearts on Fire 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,348
37 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M, HEA]
Nina Valone is on the run. It’s been six months since she escaped near death. Treasure Town is like a fantasy come true and seems the perfect place to start over and achieve her dream of baking and selling home made pies. But her bad luck hasn’t changed. She wants to give up, when strangers open up their hearts and help her to achieve her dreams. The only things standing in the way of happiness are one arsonist the cops think she’s aiding, the man from her past who searches for her, and her need to hold her heart and her soul behind Teflon in order to not feel pain ever again. Throw in one authoritative, suspicious detective, a sexy, scarred arson investigator and one flirty, notorious paramedic, and it’s the recipe for disaster or the hottest thing this baker has ever indulged in. With kisses sweeter than the pies she makes, these three men must figure out the recipe to her heart before her past comes to take her away.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Hearts on Fire 4: Kisses Sweeter Than Pie (MFMM)
37 Ratings (4.5)

Hearts on Fire 4: Kisses Sweeter Than Pie (MFMM)

Hearts on Fire 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,348
37 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Fantastic book
Who wouldn't love three hunky men wanting to be with you. Still loving this series.




Once the guys left and it was just Trent, Buddy, and Johnny, Trent thought about what their cousins said. Trent and his brothers hadn’t been serious in a relationship ever. They hadn’t even met anyone lately that interested them. Trent had the hardest time being intimate with a woman. He tended to go for the no-strings-attached thing, and he knew why. He was self-conscious about the burns on his body. He went through a stage where he didn’t feel good enough for a pretty woman. Especially with his brothers and him wanting to share. Finding someone who fit all their personalities and who they each found attractive was difficult.

“What’s that expression for?” Buddy asked Trent. Johnny looked up, and although no words were exchanged, Trent felt as if Johnny’s mind was on the same thing.

“I was just thinking about the prospects here tonight,” he lied and glanced around the bar. It was the same people. He even noticed a few women he’d hooked up with over the last year. His stomach churned. Neither were relationship material and as pompous and as much of a double standard that it was, he didn’t want to settle down with leftovers. Those women probably slept with plenty of men over the years. He was getting older, pickier about women, and he was feeling like settling down wasn’t going to happen.

“There’s nothing different, nothing that snags my attention. Besides, aren’t you guys getting tired of this shit?” Buddy asked, and then took a slug of beer from the bottle he held.

“Don’t start, Buddy,” Trent ordered.

Buddy sat forward, looked around then at Johnny and back toward Trent.

“Why the fuck not? If we are serious about settling down and putting the single life behind us then we need to be on the same page while we’re looking.”

“You don’t set out looking for a partner, a wife. It will lead to trouble and heartache. There may not be anyone out there who’s right for the three of us. Just accept it, Buddy. I have,” Trent said.

“I disagree. I think she’s out there and we just need to keep our eyes open.”

“Johnny, you’re a dreamer. Listen to your oldest brother. I’ve got years on you, kid. Women come and women go. They can use guys just like guys use women. Don’t go falling for any traps. You’re feeling horny, go over to see Jessica. She’ll take you home and make you a happy man for the night and not even expect a call or even an acknowledgement afterward.”

“Fuck, Trent, why do you have to be such a coldhearted asshole sometimes? I mean what the fuck,” Johnny said loudly and ran his hand through his hair before banging his fist on the table.

“Trent, he’s right. What’s your problem?” Buddy asked.

“Me? I don’t have a problem. I get it, that’s all.” He refused to get into a deep conversation with them on the subject.

“Trent, it’s okay to be self-conscious about—”

“Shut the fuck up, Buddy. Don’t. I’m not fucking having this conversation with you. Just order another round or we’ll head out. It’s over.”

Trent looked away from his brothers with a heavy heart and an emptiness that reached his gut. He wanted what his cousins had, what their friends had. He, Johnny, and Buddy wanted to be in a serious relationship with a wonderful woman and share her, take care of her, make her a real part of them. They wanted a family, a completion in their lives. But with all their individual heavy baggage, it wasn’t looking achievable. Every woman they met so far didn’t give them the sensations they knew were necessary for a committed relationship. He couldn’t help but wonder if their woman, the right woman, was even out there for them.

I’m thirty-four years old, a workaholic, and will probably end up alone. No beautiful, perfect woman is going to want such an imperfect bastard like me. Scars and all. Fuck it.

Trent got up while Buddy and Johnny were still trying to talk to him and he walked out of the Station. He just couldn’t bear the feelings of inadequacy. Not tonight. Not every night of his life.




Nina took a few unsteady breaths as their words filtered through her head. They were already so different than what she was used to men being like. They were compassionate, loving, and affectionate and put her first even before their needs. She could feel Trent’s erection against her mound. To know that he would stop things right now, all three of them would put their needs aside and allow her time to ease into this, touched her heart.

Their bodies were so amazing, and she wanted to feel them against her, and feel their cocks inside of her, joining their bodies as one. Trent shared her fears, her insecurities about the scars because he had scars, too. All of this talking, touching, exploring made her feel so comfortable that she knew she wanted to take a chance. If it turned to shit, then so be it. At least they had tonight. They had one another.

“I want to try. I want to feel all three of you kissing me, touching me, and making me feel beautiful.”

“You already are beautiful,” Johnny said and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. His mouth continued to explore her skin then trail down over her breast. She was shocked when Buddy did the same on her other side to her other breast just as Johnny nipped her nipple.

“Oh.” She moaned.

“I’ll grab the condoms and the lube,” Trent whispered, kissing along her belly and between her thighs.

“You don’t need any condoms. I’m covered,” she told him, thinking of the IUD she had gotten years ago when she first met Rico. Although she never told him and made him use a condom, she was glad now. Knowing he was unfaithful, she was glad she took precautions to protect herself from any diseases.

Trent smiled as he removed his pants. She saw the scars, the remnants of an injury she yearned to hear about and to understand his turmoil like he understood hers.

Trent eased up between her legs and kissed her lips. “You ready for me, baby?” he asked her and she smiled.

“Ready.” She tilted her chin up to lick under his chin, his neck, then back up to his lips. He leaned lower and she kissed him as he eased his cock up into her needy cunt. He grunted and tried to push through, but she was tight. She could feel him struggling. He released her lips.

“Damn, woman, you’re tight.” He eased out a little and then thrust back into her all the way. She moaned and he held himself within her, panting.

“So good. You feel so tight and warm. Holy shit, I am not going to last. You’re mine now, Nina. Mine.” He began a series of faster thrusts in and out of her pussy. Nina held on to his shoulders, ran her hands along his biceps, and then back to his cheeks. She held his face between her palms and absorbed the struggling expression, as if he were holding back or truly feeling overwhelmed with the muscles in her cunt gripping his cock.

It made her feel sexy, appealing, and enticing like some erotic goddess, and she pumped upward.

“Oh Fuck,” he said against her neck and reached under her to spread her ass cheeks wide as he pulled her nearly off the bed and began to thrust deeper, faster. The bed rocked, they both moaned, and she felt the orgasm coming closer and closer. Her ass ached, her hips a little sore from her fall, and he thrust into her to the hilt.

“Oh God, Trent, faster, harder please.”

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