AVAILABLE: Friday, September 27th
[Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting: menage, interracial, contemporary, small town, MFM, HEA]
Lysette is attracted to two men only one of those men thinks he’s too broken for her. Can she change his mind?
Dex and his best friend, Trip once planned on living in a ménage relationship but that was before Trip ended up with PTSD and believed himself too broken for love. Now Dex has found a woman worth fighting for. Can he convince Trip to fight as well?
When Trip finds himself helping Lysette with setting up her store, he also finds himself falling for her. One thing leads to another and he falls for her but only sees disaster in following through with a relationship. He feels that Dex is the better man for her.
Dex has other plans and soon he’s working on both of them to bring them all together. Will he fail or will Lysette get her forever and always with both men?
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Lysette looked over the building one last time and knew it would be perfect for her shop. She couldn’t wait to get started. She locked up and drove the short distance to the realtor’s office to return the key and put in an offer on the property.
“You’re sure that’s the building you want?” the lady asked.
“That’s the one,” Lysette said.
“That puts an empty building on either side of you. Wouldn’t you rather have at least one side of you contain a business?” the realtor asked.
“I would prefer it, but that is the perfect building for what my needs are. It will be fine.”
“Okay. I will let you know what the owner says when he calls back. It might be a day or two,” she warned.
“That’s fine. I’m staying at the motel. I will be here.”
Lysette smiled and left the office praying that the owner would accept her offer. It was a generous one, considering the state of the building. She would have to do a good bit of work to get it in shape. She’d searched for months to find the perfect little town to open her shop, and Cozy, MO had spoken to her almost from the beginning. It was a small town with a growing economy, from what she could tell. It had an eclectic community, from what she’d learned. Even boasting a ménage community that lived up on the mountain overlooking the town.
She walked to the diner. The town had a diner, a pizza place and a steak and fish restaurant for places to eat. Her little shop would be a bookstore and sandwich shop that also had pastries. It would offer a wide variety of things that would appeal to a wide variety of people. She thought it would attract folks from all walks of life to it. At least she hoped so.
She’d learned to bake at her mother’s knee back in New Orleans. She’d left there when her mother had died five years ago and sort of drifted from one place to another, unable to settle. Now she’d found her niche and hoped this would be where she put down roots.
She smiled at the waitress and ordered a sandwich and a Diet Coke. She sat and looked around, watching the other customers and the comings and goings along the street from the window of her booth. A few minutes later the bell over the door opened and a good-looking man with a military buzz cut walked in. He greeted the waitress by name and took a seat at the counter.
“I’ll have a piece of pie and a coffee, Jen,” he said.
Lysette couldn’t help but admire his fine-looking backside and his broad shoulders. It was too bad she hadn’t gotten as good a look at his front side. He was wearing a T-shirt and had tattoos down both arms. She could see that much. From the haircut she’d put him as ex-military of some form.
Suddenly the man spun around on his stool and looked right at her, catching her in the act of ogling him. He smiled and got up to walk over toward her and Lysette knew her face had to be five shades of red.
“Hi there, darling. I’m Dex. What’s your name?” he asked, sitting across from her.
“Dex! Don’t bother the customers,” the waitress called out.
“I’m Lysette. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a slight smile.
“I’ll be eating my pie over here, Jen,” he said without breaking eye contact with her.
“I don’t believe I asked you to join me,” she said.
“I love that accent. Sounds French, but not,” he said.
“I’m from New Orleans,” she said.
“Ah, that explains it. What are you doing all the way up here in a little town like Cozy?” he asked.
“Exploring,” she said.
“Not much around here to explore. There’s the mountain and the town and that’s about it,” he said.
“Don’t think much of your town, do you?” she asked.
“Don’t get me wrong. I love living here, but I’m not sure what someone like you would find to explore. That’s all,” he said.
“You’d be surprised,” she said with a small smile.
“Here you go, Dex,” Jen said, slapping down his pie and cup of coffee. “Don’t mind him. He’s a nuisance but he won’t hurt you.”
Lysette laughed. “She doesn’t think much of you, does she?”
“She’s a little young for me and I’ve turned her down,” he said in a quiet whisper.
“Oh, I see.” She didn’t know whether to believe him or not.
“So how long are you staying?” he asked.
“I’m not sure yet. A couple of days for sure. After that, who knows?”
“I’d love to take you to the steak house if you’d let me,” he said.
“That’s very kind of you, but I don’t think so. You’re too old for me as well,” she said with a wink.
He burst out laughing. “How old do you think I am?” Dex asked.
“Old enough to know that I’m not looking for a fling while I’m on vacation,” she said.
“I wasn’t offering a fling. Just a dinner at the only decent restaurant in town.”
“I do apologize if I misread your intentions,” Lysette said.
“So, will you allow me to take you out?” he asked.
She considered her options and decided maybe it would be worth it to find out more about the town.
“I’d be delighted. When?” she asked.
“How about tomorrow night around seven?” he asked.
“That will be fine. I’m in room six at the local motel,” she said.
“I’ll see you then.” He finished off his coffee and left just as her sandwich arrived.
“Need a refill on your drink?” Jen asked.
Lysette thought about Dex the entire time she ate her lunch and wondered if she’d made a miscalculation agreeing to the dinner date or not. She really did want to find out more about the people around town and a local would know more about them. The real-estate salesperson would paint everything like a customer would want to hear it. She needed more down to earth information.
“I want to make love to you, Lysette. Will you let me?” he asked.
She’d never had a man actually ask her before. Always before it had been a pressing of the issue until they were both naked and it just happened. This was different and she didn’t know what to say to it. She wanted him. Her body was so turned on right then that she wouldn’t have said no even if he hadn’t have asked.
“I think I will go crazy if you don’t,” she said in a near whisper.
He smiled and stood, holding out his hand to her. She took it and let him draw her to her feet. She followed him to her bedroom, a little dazed by it all. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought she was tipsy, but she hadn’t had anything to drink so it was all sexual.
He paused next to the bed and took her face in his hands and kissed her again, slanting his mouth over hers to get a better angle. Then he kissed the corners and down her cheek to her jawline and over to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe then sucked his way down her neck to her shoulder where he nipped her. Then he began to unbutton her blouse while he looked her in the eyes, holding her gaze with his own as he undressed her. It was all so intense and sexy. She didn’t think she had ever felt so intimate with another person before.
He dropped her blouse next to the bed then unfastened her bra and did the same with it. He stopped there and groaned as he cupped her breasts. He kissed each one, taking each nipple into his mouth before moving on to kneel at her feet, where he removed her sandals then unfastened her slacks and lowered them. He helped her step out of them. She thought he would do the same with her panties, but instead he buried his face between her legs and inhaled, as if he couldn’t get enough of her scent. She tried to move his head away from her but without any luck. Finally, he moved back and looked up at her.
“You smell amazing. I can’t wait to eat your pussy, beautiful. I bet you taste like sweet cream,” Dex said.
She was sure her face was darker, as hot as it felt. No one had ever talked to her like that before. The few men she’d been with who’d actually gone down on her hadn’t acted like they wanted to and hadn’t lasted very long when they did.
He helped her out of her panties and once again he held them to his nose and inhaled before dropping them on top of her other clothes. He stood up and backed her up to the foot of the bed. He had her sit down then he unfastened his shirt one button at a time and removed it. He toed off his boots. Next, he pulled off his jeans, leaving his boxers on.
“Lean back, beautiful. I want to taste this pretty little pussy. I’m dying for it,” he said.
She doubted that, but she was willing to let him do it. Anything to get her closer to a climax. They happened so rarely for her. She relaxed on the bed then nearly came off it when he spread her pussy lips and licked her from top to bottom then back up again. It felt amazing.
“Easy, Lysette. Just relax. I’ve got you,” he said.
He lapped at her pussy like a kitten with cream. It felt so damn good. She’d never had anyone go at it quite like he did. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue then stabbed at her slit with his stiffened tongue.
“I was right. You taste like sweet cream. I need you to come and give me more of it, sweetness. Lots and lots of it,” he said.