[#424 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]

When she emergency lands her uncle’s new plane at their airfield, Tamara Jones reluctantly agrees to accept Morgan and Henry Kendall’s help in getting the Piper fixed. She may even indulge in some fun and games with the two sexy flyboys, but she knows there’s no way they could really be aiming for forever.

The brothers Kendall fire her jets, but she knows better than to trust in love. Blood will tell, and there’s no way she wants to end up like her parents, racking up exes at the speed of sound.

It doesn’t take Morgan and Henry long to understand that Tamara has commitment issues. With enough time, they know they can show her they all have what it takes for the long haul.

But then a stranger comes to town, and there are questions about the plane she arrived in, and soon keeping her takes a back seat to keeping her safe.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Morgan Ashbury/Cara Covington is a Siren-exclusive author


Love Under Two Flyboys (MFM)
80 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
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i love this story and the navy seals story. in this one morgan, henry and tamara create such a bond that you will feel the love and passion between the three. i enjoyed the humor the boys work on to bring tamara closer to them. i hated for this story to end. i would love a story on the families as time moves on. the stories are too good to walk away from.
Loved this series. Hope there are more to come.
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4 STARS: "How exactly would one go wrong living in a town called, "Lusty?" You just can't. Especially if you are a girl who craves attention, pampering and exceptionally dominant men in your life. Yes, I did say amen'. For in Lusty, Texas it is all about menage marriages. I am a menage loving maniac. I'll admit it. And Cara Covington is holding her own in my heart against my favorites Sophie Oak, Lora Leigh and Brynn Paulin. I love the way these ladies not only create three characters for me to fall in love with, but a whole community to revel in. Lusty is a town full of history. They have a curator dedicated to preserving the truth and sharing it with newcomers. They are a close-knit community and a friendly welcome has to be earned. So when you arrive, bring your manners and a boatload of respect. This is Texas. In the latest Lusty installment, Tamara Jones literally falls out of the sky and onto Henry and Morgan Kendall's runway. The two instantly recognize the premonition come to pass and waste no time in tagging Tamara as their own. They only have as long as it will take to fix her Piper to convince her she belongs with the two of them. Forever. Tamara is ready for a fun adventure, but she knows to keep her heart in check. Fun is fun, but hopes of forever are for the foolish. And all the romance gets put on hold as a mystery begins to unravel around the Piper's history, putting Tamara at risk. You know, I think insta-love stories only belong in paranormal romance. Twenty-four hours doesn't bring love, it brings lust. Often some powerful lust we think is love. (Until the toilet seat is left up for the hundredth time and you fall in at two A.M.) But Ms. Covington did a convincing job with her flyboys. The characters acknowledged the lust/love difference but held the strong belief that they had what it would take for their passion to grow into love with time. Hats off to her for letting in a little realism. The best word for the characters in Lusty is 'charming'. I laughed. I swooned. I fanned myself and hid my blush. They captivated me, leaving me with a monster smile across my face, a testament to the soft spot they've found in my heart. Menage fans of Bliss, Colorado and Desire, Oklahoma you have a new town to visit. Expect the tea to be sweet and the men to be sweeter. Yee Haw! Enjoy! -- Michelle, The Romance Reviews

5 FALLEN ANGELS: "Tamara Jones is forced to make a crash landing at a tiny airstrip in the middle of nowhere. Doing a favor for her Uncle brings her to Lusty, Texas where she meets Morgan and Henry Kendall. She thinks she can stay long enough to get the plane fixed and avoid a relationship with these two hot brothers. Morgan and Henry know right away that she is the girl for them. The trick is to convince Tamara of that. She has a troubled family history and is not interested in a relationship period. Also, they are worried about the circumstances under which she procured the plane. When a stranger appears they are immediately suspicious. Is Tamara's life in danger? Once again we get to visit the wonderful world of the Lusty, Texas Collection. I can't say enough about Ms. Covington and this fantastic series she writes. This time it is Morgan and Henry's turn to find true love. And their true love fell right out of the sky. They already told their Grandma Kate that they would find their own wife when the time came. Grandma Kate wasn't impressed and warned them, "You say that as if the right woman is going to just fall right out of the sky." I guess it's not really irony when Ms. Covington is directing each character's every move, but I still loved this plot device. And the irony of the situation isn't lost on the guys. They are immediately drawn to Tamara. I know, the whole "fall in love in 24 hours thing" has been done to death. I don't care. It is still a popular trope for a reason. And this is romance, fantasy, I don't want reality. I LIVE reality. So as usual, I was drawn into the story and characters. I love the charming glimpse at the town and all its many characters. This time we get a glimpse at another future character, Peter Alvarez. I am constantly drawn in by not only the storyline but how each book shows this wonderful town and the families that live there. I look forward to my next "vacation" in Lusty, Texas." -- Ursula, Fallen Angels Reviews

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Morgan ran, low and fast, and scooped the pilot—he was a small one—and carried him away from the craft.

“Hey, what the hell…damn it, put me down!”

Morgan struggled to hang on to his fighting, kicking female bundle. Then one small leg jammed between his two and he began to fall. At the last minute he twisted so that he didn’t squish the woman in his arms by falling on her. Then he quickly reversed positions with the wildly struggling female so that he was on top, pinning her to the ground out of sheer self-defense.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, asshole?”

“Saving your life.” Morgan levered himself up so he could get a good look at his captive. Short, reddish-brown hair in a soft-looking cap surrounded a pixie-like face. Her flashing hazel eyes snapped with fury and intelligence. Full, kissable lips called to him, a siren’s song of temptation. All of that was contained in a small, curvy feminine frame that felt lushly warm and scintillatingly sexy beneath him.

“Here’s a news flash for you, hot shot. I already saved my own damn life the moment I got the plane on the ground safely.”

The reality of having her under him hardened his cock. He narrowed his eyes as he considered her.

“You wouldn’t happen to know Kate Benedict, would you?” He glanced up at the sky from which this enticing female package had just fallen. He recalled the woman’s question to him when he’d told her that he and Henry could find their own mate. Damn it, Kate, what did you do, put a hex on us?

“Look, I don’t care if I remind you of this Kate Benedict or the big-breasted bimbo who broke your heart in high school. Get. Off. Of. Me. Now.

Morgan realized there really was no reason to keep the woman pinned to the ground, despite the fact that laying on her felt pretty damn good. He began to lift himself off her at the same moment she tried to buck him off. The combined momentum resulted in their changing positions, with her ending up sprawled on top of him.

She scrambled, trying to get up, but ended up straddling him perfectly, with her crotch nestled snugly against his hardening erection. It was all Morgan could do not to groan out in pure pleasure.

He had to give her credit. She didn’t blush or stammer. What she did was push her hips down to let him know she felt his cock. Then she sent him a smirk.

“Just like a man, always thinking with the wrong head.”

Morgan opened his mouth to comment, but stopped when his brother came to stand next to them.

“Good news. I don’t think the engine is going to explode, after all.”

“Thank you for that update,” Morgan said. “I appreciate your assistance.”

Henry grinned at him. “You’re welcome.” Then he reached down and plucked the woman off him, holding her by the waist with her feet dangling several inches off the ground. “Why, you’re just an itty-bitty little thing, aren’t you, darlin’?”

“Aw, hell,” she said. “I’ve traveled back in time to the Stone Age. I never realized Neanderthals spoke English.”

Morgan gained his feet. “Not Neanderthals, sweetheart. Texans. There’s a world of difference.”

“Not from my point of view, and not at the moment,” she said.

Henry put the woman down. She didn’t run away, just turned, put her hands on her hips, and glared at them.

“Seems to me there’s a law here in Texas that says if something falls out of the sky and lands on your property, it’s yours,” Henry said.

“Pretty sure there is,” Morgan agreed.

The woman took one step forward, invading Morgan’s space. How astute of her to know that I’m the bigger threat. Her scowl turned fierce. The adage, small but mighty, popped into Morgan’s head.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

Damned if he didn’t really like her fire. It made him wonder how hot she’d burn, naked and between them. He flicked a glance at Henry and knew his brother was just as enthralled with her.

“We can debate the finer points of the law later. I’m Morgan Kendall, and this is my brother Henry. It’s our airfield you’ve landed on, Itty-Bitty.” Not completely true, as the field actually belonged to the Town Trust. But it would do for now.

“It’s not fair to make fun of people who are vertically challenged.” Her tone, all prim and proper, let him know her height, or rather her lack of it, was a sore point with her.

“Fine, then, I’ll call you Red.”

“I’m sticking with Itty-Bitty,” Henry said to him. “Kind of like the way it rolls off my tongue.”

The woman sighed and stepped back. “Tamara Jones. And trust me, landing on your airfield was not my first plan for the day.”

“Oh? What was?” Henry asked.

“Ferrying this piece of crap airplane from Abilene home to San Marcos. My uncle bought it from a friend of his. We’re going to open a crop-dusting business.”

“That’s a coincidence. Henry and I are starting a business, too.”

“You’re pilots? What do you fly?”

“Until recently, an F-16 Falcon,” Henry said.

“Air Force? You look too young to be jet jockeys,” Tamara said.

“Ha. Shows what you know, Red. We’re retired jet jockeys,” Morgan said.

“Awfully young to be retired, too.”

He couldn’t read the look she gave him then. So instead, he said, “Well, Ms. Jones, why don’t we have a look at this plane of yours? See if we can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. Then we can get you on your way.”

“You’re pilots and mechanics?”

“Trust me,” Henry said. “There’s absolutely no end to our talents, darlin’.”

“Trust you? I don’t even know you.”

Morgan gave her as heated a look as he could manage. “You’re going to know us both pretty damn well before too long.




“I need you both.”

“You can have us both.” Henry stepped closer. He reached out and ran his fingers down the side of her face, cupped her cheek, and brought her in for his kiss.

A light brush of his mouth on hers, his heat shimmered right there, for her, and she drank it in, drank him in. Then she leaned away just enough to meet his gaze. She slid a glance at Morgan, who stood ready, she knew, to do whatever it was she asked of him.

“In me at the same time. I want you in me at the same time.”

Morgan reached for her and drew her ever so slowly into his arms. “Are you sure?”

Before she could answer him, he laid his lips on hers, a kiss as gentle as his brother’s had been. “Be sure, sweetheart. Because this takes us to a whole new level. Can you accept that?”

A part of her wished she could pretend she didn’t understand his meaning. But that would be lying—to herself, and to them. At her core, she was an honest woman.

“We’re at that level anyway. I thought to keep this just physical. Keep us as friends with benefits. But we’re more than that. I don’t know if this is forever, what’s between us. I know you believe it is, the both of you. I’m not there yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be there. Can you accept that?”

“Yes.” Morgan didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, kissed her, then stepped back.

Henry’s arm came around her, and he turned her into his kiss. His mouth, hot and wet, caressed and slid, wooing hers, enticing hers to taste and tease until their tongues danced a slow, seductive tango. Henry scooped her into his arms before he broke the kiss.

“I can walk.” Although she thought she should be getting used to being carried by these two very macho men.

“Of course you can. This is all part of our ‘sweep-her-off-her-feet master plan.’”

Tamara laughed. Henry’s wit and dry delivery tickled her sense of humor.

“How’s that working for you?” she asked him.

“You’re off your feet, and we’re about to get lucky,” Morgan said. “I’d say it’s working pretty well.”

They didn’t let her catch her breath. Henry lowered her feet to the floor. Then, together, they peeled the clothes from her body.

Hands and mouths stroked and kissed, aroused and seduced. Tamara let them know she wanted equal access and smiled when their impatient movements stripped their own clothes from their bodies.

They brought her to the bed, and she wondered at the frenzy that overtook them all. They touched and tasted, rolled and caressed and cupped and squeezed. She immersed herself in the scent of them, in the feel of their hard muscles and musk-flavored flesh. She wanted, needed, all of them on all of her. As she immersed herself in them, want evolved beyond need, hovering on instinct. Join, burrow, mesh. Her psyche pushed her to leave all boundaries behind and tumble, wild and free, into the unknown.

Morgan reached for her, eased her over his body so that she straddled him. The heat of his latex-covered cock against her labia made her pussy clench and release its dew. Then she slid onto him, his erection filling her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix as she took him all.

He continued to ease her down, until her face rested on his chest while his hands caressed her back.

The sounds of preparation sped the beat of her heart in her chest as excitement spiraled within her. She listened as Henry tore open the condom then rolled it into place. She understood the tiny whir was the sound of the cap being unscrewed from the tube of lube.

He didn’t warn her, just used his fingers to smooth a generous amount on her anus, stroking up and down and pushing in a little. Then another wet sound, and she knew he covered his sheathed cock in the gel, too.

All the while, Morgan stroked her back with his hands as his cock gently and slowly stroked the inside of her pussy.

“Easy.” The heat of Henry’s body close to hers, the movement on the bed behind her, fed her excitement, and yes, her trepidation.

Could her body even hold two cocks this way?

“I’ll stop if you ask it.” And then she felt the presence of his cock, the hot, round bulb of it, pushing against her anus.

“Oh, God. You feel so hot and big.”

“Work yourself back on me, sweetheart. You set the pace.”

In tiny increments she pushed against him, the combination of burning and sexual allure a cocktail she immediately loved. Back and forth, she found she could stimulate both cocks, and her hunger for more grew.

“Mm, I need…” She needed more but couldn’t talk, as the invasion of two cocks took every ounce of energy, every bit of attention.



Henry pressed a little harder. She felt her anus open, and the head of his cock enter her.

“Oh, oh. My…yes…just…” The tingles and shivers of acute horniness seemed to slither and go off everywhere at once. She couldn’t focus because it wasn’t just one spot that hummed within her, close to climax. Every spot had become an erogenous zone, everywhere quivered with barely held thrills.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good. I need…” He inched forward just a little. Tamara pushed down and in, and felt Morgan’s cock seat itself even deeper inside her pussy.

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