[Siren Menage Amour: BDSM, Erotic Romance, Menage, Multiple Partners, Small Town, Contemporary, HEA]
Stefan Knight found Jenny on a family island getaway with his children and couldn’t possibly leave her behind. He brought her into his world as a nanny for his children but also as his sub and lover and the woman who sleeps between him and Jonas.
Jonas Sanders has been looking for the woman that would make their family complete. He knew Jenny was the one.
Jenny Peters finds herself whisked away from her home and into a world she didn’t understand or feel comfortable in. She finds she already loves the children and is falling for Stefan but didn’t know if she had it in her to love another. The other man, Stefan, wanted to add to their relationship.
In Stefan’s need to protect her, he isolates her. Instead of feeling safe, Jenny feels his shame.
Can Jonas get through Stefan the turmoil his love has caused? Or will Jenny leave for good? Does he bring them together or pull them farther apart?
“Jenny, table three needs their drinks.”
Jenny sighed and rolled her eyes. Table three was Carly’s, the other waitress, but it seemed to happen at least once a night, where she would disappear for a while and then come back grinning. Jenny knew what she was doing—making a little extra money having sex, something Jenny couldn’t bring herself to do. She would work twenty hours a day instead of whoring herself out.
She gathered the glasses on her tray and headed that way. The closer she got, the more nervous she became. Three huge, very handsome men sat at table three. She’d served many men before in the bar, but those three had an aura about them that made the woman in her anxious at the same time needy and not only for sex, which shocked her but for something she couldn’t name.
She suddenly stopped a few feet from the table when three pairs of piercing eyes zeroed in on her. It seemed like hours instead of seconds that she stood there frozen as they stared at each other. Somebody coughing behind her jerked her out of a haze.
“I-I’m sorry,” she murmured as she moved to the table. Without looking up, she handed the three scotches on the rocks. “Here you go.” She took a step back and kept her eyes on the ground. Maybe if she didn’t look at them, they wouldn’t affect her so much. “Will there be anything else?”
“Look at me,” one of them said.
Her head snapped up at the deep timbre of authority and looked at the one that had black hair and dark eyes
“What’s your name?”
She felt like she couldn’t catch a full breath. “Um, well… Jenny… sir.”
All three smiled for some reason she couldn’t fathom.
“My name is Stefan,” the black-haired man said. He pointed at one of the other two. “That’s Baylor, and the last one is Dante.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Now, if there isn’t anything else,” she said with her eyes downcast again when they all gave her their attention, and then she took an anxious step back.
“Where did our other waitress go?” another one asked.
“Uh… well… she…” Jenny looked nervously over her shoulder.
The black-haired man chuckled. “By the blush and the stuttering, it probably has to do with sex?”
She felt her blush deepen.
“If that is all,” she said, turned, and took a step.
“Jenny, stop, pet, and come here.”
She immediately turned without thinking about it and focused on the one called Stefan. She could only hold his piercing stare for a brief moment before she dropped her gaze to the ground.
“Have you heard of the Club Thorton?”
She nodded as her blush got even darker and so hot she felt like she would burst into flames. “Yes, sir. It’s hard not to know everything about Oahu, because it’s such a small and popular island.”
“Have you ever gone?”
Jenny shook her head. “No.”
Dante grinned. “I think you’d fit in very well.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m a very boring person, and I like it like that.”
“Very well,” Stefan said. “Come back in a bit, pet. I think we’re going to need another drink, and we’ll have other questions for you.”
Jenny nodded, turned, and hurried off. She set her tray on the bar and pulled in large gulps of air.
“You okay?” Jamie, the bartender, asked as he passed.
She nodded and smoothed long dark blonde hair away from her face that had escaped her ponytail and wiped the sweat on her brow with a napkin. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
“You work too hard.”
Jenny shook her head and pressed a finger to her temple, where a headache had started to throb. “Not really.”
Jamie snorted. “How many jobs do you have now?”
“Three,” she answered with a roll of her eyes.
He chuckled and shook his head. “When do you sleep?”
Jenny laughed. “What’s that?”
Jamie snorted and moved on to help a customer.
While she took care of a few more tables, Jenny was aware that three sets of eyes followed her. She ignored them the best she could, especially the dark-haired one. His eyes seemed to see inside her, and it freaked her out. His voice had something hypnotic about it that made her do anything he asked without thinking.
Jenny breathed a sigh of relief when Carly came back.
“Your table three needs checked on.”
Carly’s eyes brightened, and she smirked. “I could be a very happy lady at the end of the night.”
Jenny didn’t ask why and moved off to deliver a drink to another customer. Carly loved sex and money, and she seemed to get a lot of both. While Jenny had to work three jobs to be able to live on the Hawaiian Island and save enough to be able to leave and have money to start over somewhere else, Carly just had to have the one job because of the time she spent with men and the money they gave her.
She sighed in irritation when she thought she would have been gone already if her ex-boyfriend hadn’t stolen all her money.
There was still no way Jenny would whore herself out. She wasn’t made that way.
He stared at her. “The first time I get into your tight little cunt, I’m not going to last,” he warned.
“I also should warn you, I’m going to need you several times tonight. You need to say something if you get sore.”
He exhaled, nodded, and let go of her face. “Get on the bed.”
She hurriedly crawled to the middle of the bed.
“Now, spread your legs.”
She relaxed and did what he asked.
He stood at the end of the bed and stared at her cunt. “Stefan makes you shave your pussy?”
“You’re on birth control?”
“Do you trust that I’m healthy enough to take you bare?”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
He dropped the towel and crawled up between her legs. She gasped when his mouth went right for her bare cunt and sucked and ate at her until she was squirming and crying on the mattress.
“That’s it,” he said. “I want you a little needier. I want you to beg to have me fuck you.”
“Please,” she begged.
His masculine laugh of satisfaction made a new gush of her cream slide out of her cunt. She couldn’t figure out how just that sound made her want to come.
“Do you want me, baby?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
He crawled up over her and pressed his lips to hers, making her taste herself on his tongue. She reached for him, but he pulled back.
“I need your hands above your head, and you keep them there. I can’t have you touching me yet. I’m too damn close.”
She shivered and raised her arms. It was the first time the Dom in him had shown itself.
He nudged her legs farther apart with his hips, rested his weight on his elbows at her shoulders, and fit his cock to her weeping cunt. She bowed off the bed and screamed when he thrust almost violently into her. He was a little slimmer than Stefan but longer.
“Are you okay?”
He waited for a second for her to get used to him, staring at her the whole time. “It’s going to be hard and fast.”
She nodded and hung on. He started thrusting rapidly into her, going deeper every time.
She curled her hands into fists above her head and let the storm take her.
Jenny was surprised when within a few minutes, she felt the tightening of her womb, telling her she was about ready to come. She started whimpering and begging.
“Fuck yeah, come for me, love,” he growled.
Jenny’s eyes popped open as a wave of pure ecstasy overtook her body, sending her soaring.
Jonas pumped inside her cunt as hard as he could before his body stiffened, and a groan tore from the depths of his body as he filled her with his essence.
“Oh, Jesus,” he murmured as his thrusts slowed until he hung over her, trying to get his breathing to calm and the shaking of his limbs to steady.
She felt him shudder as she relaxed back into the bed. Stefan had fucked her hard before but not with the desperate need Jonas had just shown her. She ran her hands over his sweaty shoulders and back, trying to soothe him as much as she could.
Finally, he raised his head and looked at her. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled gently and shook her head. “You didn’t.”
He exhaled in a whoosh, nodded tiredly, slid to her side, and pulled her against this chest.
Neither said anything for several long minutes. She was just drifting off when he rolled back on her and slid into her swollen pussy.
“Are you sore?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He nodded and started fucking her again, but this time it was a bit more leisurely but still as devastating to her as the first time.
Forty-five minutes later, after their third round, he lifted her to the end of the bed. “On your hands and knees.”
She watched as he walked to the nightstand and brought something back behind her.
“I’m going to fuck you one more time. Can you take me one more time?”
“Yes,” she murmured. Her head hung with fatigue, but she knew her body could take him.
“Good girl. This time I’m going to add a little something.”
She tried to look at him over her shoulder and cringed when he slapped her ass.
Jenny faced the headboard.
The breath whooshed out of her when he thrust into her. From that angle, he went deeper than he had before. He set up a steady rhythm, and she could feel the build-up again. She was surprised. She’d come three times before with Stefan, but Jonas was dragging one orgasm after another out of her.
But then Stefan hadn’t been as hungry for a good fucking as Jonas was.
She was so tired she didn’t think she’d be able to fly over the edge and was content to ride the wave of sensation.
She stiffened when he pried her ass cheeks apart.
Stefan had told her Jonas really loved asses, and he’d even fingered her asshole to get her used to being invaded in the most private opening.
“Easy, love. I’m just going to use my fingers.”
Jenny tried to relax and concentrate on staying upright. She flinched when a dollop of something cold hit her asshole.
“It’s just lube.”
She couldn’t answer, so she stayed still for him. She stiffened when he paused.
“No, love, I want you to relax. I can promise you you’re going to like it when I fuck your ass. Stefan said using his finger always got you off.”
He circled her asshole with a finger several times before he started pressing steadily into her tight hole. Her arms gave out, and her head hit the mattress as the sensations bombarded her. A tingling of the forbidden was ramping up her need and making her breathing labored.
“That’s it. Let’s try two.”
A whimper escaped her when he pushed two of his broad fingers into her. The sting grew worse the deeper he went, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
“Jesus, you are doing so good, love.” Jonas started thrusting in her cunt as his fingers worked her ass. “I want you to come for me.”
Jenny tiredly shook her head. “I don’t think I can.”
He slapped her ass a few times. “You’ll do what I say.” He started to move faster inside both orifices. When she began to tighten on him, he pulled his fingers out and thrust three into her ass, making her burn.
Just that slight pain threw her over, making her scream. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and dug his fingers into her hips to hold her steady as he pounded inside her cunt.