AVAILABLE: Friday, April 3rd
[Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting: Menage a Trois/Quatre, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, MFMM, HEA]
Firefighting EMTs Calvin, Glenn and Harris Trent, stop their fire truck when they see a woman having a seizure on the sidewalk. Though she’s grateful the three men stopped to help her when she had an epileptic seizure on the street, she’s embarrassed.
Cal, Harris and Glen are attracted to Joelle Meredith and want to date her. When they find out how hard her life has been over the past few months, they’re angry. However, her circumstances and medical condition don’t bother them and they’re determined to ease her into their lives.
Joelle can’t help falling for the three men when they keep helping her, but she isn’t sure any man is going to want to put up with an epileptic.
Yet when the brothers help her attain a seizure alert dog and convince her they don’t care about her illness, she agrees to try a relationship with them.
When recent trouble returns, it’s up to them to save Joelle from the brink of death, but they’re not sure they’ll make it in time.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Stop the truck!” Calvin Trent shouted at his brother Glenn who was driving the firetruck. As soon as the vehicle stopped, Calvin jumped out, grabbed his medical bag, and ran toward the sidewalk. Seconds later he was down on his knees supporting the woman’s head while she fitted. He checked her pulse, and just as he was trying to get his medical bag open, his brothers, Glenn and Harris, joined him.
“Is she epileptic?” Harris asked, as he placed the stethoscope to the woman’s chest.
Since Calvin didn’t know for sure he shrugged, but that would be his guess. “She’s wearing an emergency bracelet. Glenn, open it and tell me what it says.”
Calvin sighed with relief when the seizure slowed then stopped. Even though she was no longer convulsing, she was still out of it.
“Epileptic as a result from a brain trauma,” Glenn stated.
“Do you want me to get an ambulance en-route?” Harris asked.
“Not yet,” Calvin said. “Let’s wait a few and see if she comes around.”
“Her vitals are good,” Harris said.
“Look for her wallet,” Cal ordered. “I want to know what her name is.”
“I’ll do it,” Glenn said, then gently slid the strap of the woman’s purse from her shoulder, opened it, then retrieved her wallet. “Her name is Joelle Meredith. She’d twenty-seven, a hundred and twenty pounds, and would you believe she lives in the apartment building just around the corner from us?”
Calvin met his brother’s gaze briefly then quickly looked down at Joelle when she moaned. Her eyelids fluttered opened, and she blinked up at him and frowned.
“Are you with me Joelle?” Cal asked.
“W-who are y-you?”
“I’m Calvin Trent, and these are my brothers, Glenn and Harris. We’re first responders. Firefighters and medics.”
“Where am I?” she asked.
When she tried to sit up, Cal placed his hand on her shoulder to hold her down. He didn’t want her moving too quickly and getting dizzy.
“You’re about half a mile from the hospital,” Harris answered. “Do you want us to call an ambulance?”
She licked her lips. “No, I think I’ll be okay.”
“Are you dizzy?” Glenn asked.
“No, but I’m very tired.”
“That’s natural after having a seizure, Joelle. Where were you going?” Glenn asked.
“We live just around the corner from you,” Cal stated. “We needed to look at your identification in case you needed to go to the hospital. If you’d like, you can ride back to the station with us, and we’ll drive you home since we’re off shift.”
“Can you help me up?”
“Okay.” Harris grasped her hand and upper arm, and Cal gripped her other hand an arm. “On the count of three. Three. Two. One. Up you come.”
“Oh god.” Joelle tugged her hands from theirs then covered her face with her hands. She must have just realized that she’d lost control of her bladder while fitting. Even though her hands were over her face, Cal could see how red her skin was.
“Hey.” He clasped her wrists and tugged her hands away from her face. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Joelle. What happened is normal while seizing. Okay?”
“I-I… I hate this shit.”
“That happens too sometimes,” Glenn said with a grin.
“What?” She frowned.
“Don’t worry about it.” Cal glared at his brother, giving a slight shake of his head. Joelle hadn’t evacuated her bowl and didn’t need to hear about other patients’ embarrassments when she still wasn’t over her own. “Is there anyone we can call for you?”
“No,” she answered and the sadness in her eyes made Cal’s heart ache.
She was so damn beautiful she took his breath away. He was damn glad he and his brothers had been driving back to the station after attending the scene of a car accident. If they hadn’t, they wouldn’t have been near to help her out. Anything could’ve happened to her while she was out of action. What made him absolutely livid though was that no other cars passing by had stopped to help. Maybe that was because they’d been close to the scene and had been there to help her, but he wasn’t sure.
“Do you feel strong enough to stand?” Harris asked.
“I think so,” she said. “I’m feeling a bit weak though.”
“You can lean on us,” Cal said. “Trust us. We won’t let you fall.”
Joelle glanced toward the road, and when she blushed Cal looked over his shoulder. Fury surged hard and fast when he saw that traffic had stopped and people were out of their cars videotaping them. Turning back to meet her gaze, he said, “Ignore those ignorant assholes, honey. Let’s get you out of here. Okay?”
“Please?” she asked shakily.
“Glenn, Harris, let’s shield her from the looky-loos,” Cal said just before he and Glenn helped her to her feet. Harris moved to stand in front of her so that the spectators didn’t see her wet jeans. He didn’t relax until they had Joelle in the back of the truck. She’d insisted that he put something on the seat to protect the fabric from getting soiled, and he had no compunction about spreading a spare fireman jacket out of her. It’d be easy enough to clean by giving it a hose down.
“Let me help you with your seatbelt, baby,” Harris said then buckled her in.
Cal couldn’t stop staring at Joelle’s sexy cunt. Her pussy was clean-shaven or waxed, baring her soft puffy folds to his gaze. There were drops of creamy dew clinging to her flesh, and he salivated for a taste.
While he was eager to eat out her delectable cunt, he was also nervous which had never happened to him before, but she was important to him and his brothers and he didn’t want to fuck anything up. He wanted her screaming his name as he made her come with his mouth, and when he was done drinking down all the delicious honey, he wanted her coming all over his aching dick.
He’d never been so fucking hard in his life. His dick felt bigger and thicker than it had ever been, and his balls were so full of seed he was sure he could feel his little swimmers roiling around in his testes in eager anticipation to get out.
That thought brought his brain to an important point, and as he splayed a hand over the soft, smooth skin of her belly, he glanced up her body to meet her eyes. She must have felt him watching her because she opened her eyes and looked into his.
“You’re on the pill, aren’t you honey?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes,” she said.
“My brothers and I clean. We get tested every six months since we’re dealing with people all the time, but if you want me to wear a condom when I make love to you, I will.”
“No, no rubbers are necessary.”
He nodded, sucked in a deep breath, trying to quell some of his hungry lust, and lowered his gaze back to her cunt. Instead of shoving his head between her legs the way he wanted to, he gently caressed up through her folds, once more watching her intently and taking note of all her reactions and her sensitive places. Just touching her clit lightly elicited a jolt and moan from their woman, and he knew if he and his brothers touched her there with a firmer pressure that Joelle would go off like a rocket.
Although he was tempted to send her up and over the peak quickly, this was their first time together and he wasn’t about to rush a thing. He was going to savor every second since he wouldn’t get another first with her.
When he dipped the tip of his finger into her pussy and she clinched on him, he groaned. More saliva pooled in his mouth and he quickly swallowed as he bent closer toward her. He couldn’t hold back any longer and needed to know what her juices tasted like on his tongue.
After removing his finger from her entrance, he licked her from bottom to top and back again. She moaned and he tightened his arms around her thighs when her legs trembled. Being careful not to push her too far, he spread her legs further, settled more comfortably on his belly, and got to work pleasuring her while enjoying himself.
With the tip of a finger, Cal rimmed the entrance to her cunt before pushing in to the first joint. She was so fucking tight. Hot. Wet. He could just imagine how good she was going to feel enveloping his dick with her pussy, but first he wanted to make her come on his tongue.
He started off slowly, stroking his finger in and out of her cunt until it was in as far as it could go. When he looked up over her body and he saw Harris was ravishing her mouth while Glenn was suckling strongly on one of her nipples while rolling the other nub between his finger and thumb, a bead of precum spurted to the tip of his aching dick.
Closing his eyes to the sexy sight of his woman, he withdrew his finger, and when he entered her pussy again he pumped two into and out of her cunt.
Harris must’ve broken the kiss because her moans and gasps were no longer muffled. Cal loved hearing those sounds of pleasure coming from her lips, but he wanted to hear her screaming his name even more. Upping the pace of his fingers, he fucked them in and out of her harder and faster, and though her moans grew louder still, they weren’t loud enough.
Twisting his fingers in her cunt, he drove them back into her, taking note of the slightly ribbed swelling on the upper wall of her pussy. When he caressed his fingers over that spot and she jerked, he made sure to rub over her G-spot again and again and again.
Each time he fucked his fingers back into her cunt, he increased the pace until he was shunting his digits in and out of her pussy.
She keened loudly, and when her legs tautened and began to quake harder, he knew she was getting closer to climax.
Instead of swirling his tongue around her clit and avoiding the engorged bundle of nerves like he had been, he swiped his tongue over the knot.
“Oh!” she groaned.
Cal flicked his tongue over the pearl again and again, and when she jerked in his hold, he changed tact and started lashing the tip of his tongue right over the top of her clit, while pistoning his fingers in and out of her pussy.
One, two, three, four more strokes of his fingers into and out of her cunt and swipes of his tongue and she stopped breathing.
Cal opened his eyes, looked up, and groaned when he saw how fucking sexy Joelle was with her head tilted back, her lips parted, and her skin flushed with passion.
The next time he swept his tongue over her clit, he used the flat of his tongue, making sure to pleasure the entire bundle all at once while he pumped his fingers.