[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, sex toys]
Tracy has been in love with Jordan Kendall forever. When Jordan gets together with Peter Alvarez, she couldn’t be happier. She fell in love with the handsome Fed at first sight, and she knows the sparks are there for all three of them. But while Peter seems receptive, Jordan still thinks of her as a kid.
So Tracy takes the biggest gamble of her life. When it works, she’s thrilled. Until she realizes that Jordan can’t trust that they’re forever—and that Peter is keeping a secret.
Jordan has never been able to completely relax in his own skin. He wants to believe Tracy and Peter can be his for a lifetime, but his own self-doubt keeps getting in the way.
Then he learns that Peter’s got a price on his head, and Jordan knows he’ll do anything he has to do to protect the man, and the woman, he loves.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Morgan Ashbury/Cara Covington is a Siren-exclusive author
4.5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Tracy’s always loved Jordan, but he’s only ever seen her as a kid. Jordan’s new lover is Peter and when Tracy meets him, it’s love at first sight. Now Tracy wants them both in her life and decides to make a bold move to make that happen. It’s only the beginning when Tracy shows up at Jordan and Peter’s place, sporting only a rain coat and carrying a tote with dessert goodies inside. Love Under Two Strong Men is the first menage romance I’ve ever read with a MMF setting where the two men are together and later add the female. It’s a bit different for me since I’m used to reading a menage where the two males only pleasure the female. In this story, they all pleasure each other equally and they all love each other equally. The sexual situations are erotic with varying acts of sexual pleasure between the three. The love is evident and their relationship with each other is sensual and tender. Ms. Covington is very thorough with her writing and creates a detailed, tender, sexual story you’ll be quite pleased to read. You’ll plunge right into the menage world with Love Under Two Strong Men and I fear you’ll be addicted immediately!" -- Shelly, Dark Divas Reviews
5 FALLEN ANGELS: "Tracy has been in love with Jordan for most of her life. When she realizes Jordan is in love with Peter, she couldn't be happier. She is also attracted to the sexy Fed. Now all she has to do is get her two stubborn men to realize that the three of them are a perfect fit. She takes matters into her own hand with a daring move that could backfire or give them all their hearts desire. When they discover that Peter's life is in danger, will it drive them farther apart or be the driving force that binds them together? I do love this fictional town of Lusty, Texas. People aren't afraid to go after what they want and the town is a close-knit community who always band together to help one another. The added elements of danger and intrigue only enhance this wonderful chapter in the Lusty, Texas Collection. Ms. Covington continues to show us how this town and the citizens continue to grow and flourish is such an unrestricted environment. I was eager to read Tracy's story. She's always been sort of in the background for most of the previous stories. We've learned a little about her, but I wanted to know more about what made her tick. The unconditional love she has for Jordan is just what he needs to become more comfortable in his skin. I appreciate the way the author addresses this issue. In this series of books, menage and bisexuality is an accepted way of life for an entire town. However, she does a fine job of illustrating that no matter how accepting the environment, not everyone is perfect. Someone growing up in such a place still has questions and doubts and Jordan is the perfect example of this. On the flip side, Peter didn't have it so easy growing up, yet he is a strong man comfortable with who he is. Once again, Ms. Covington has crafted a fine tale that continues to keep me interested in this series. I eagerly await the next installment." -- Ursula, Fallen Angels Reviews
The time for talking was past. Peter’s emotions were so wired at the moment he damn near vibrated. And he could tell just by looking at him that Jordan felt the same way.
His apartment door closing behind them sounded like a gunshot blast.
“Can I offer you a drink?” He’d been in the place for six weeks, and had recently stocked his bar and his fridge. Wine for himself and beer for Jordan. That’s what he and Jordan were, in a way. In some things they had totally different tastes. But it didn’t mean they were a bad mix.
“No, thanks. Nothing to drink for me.”
Jordan looked over his shoulder at him, and the heat in his eyes nearly seared Peter to the bone. Without another word, and as if he’d done so a hundred times before, Jordan sought out the bedroom.
Peter followed him, his pace deliberately slow when what he wanted to do was race, the way his heart was racing.
Preparations had consumed Peter and fired his blood just that afternoon. He’d been busy and filled with anticipation. He’d put fresh sheets on the bed and turned the light down to burn low when he’d left. He’d also set out an unopened box of condoms and a fresh tube of lube.
Just in case.
Now he stopped at the doorway, taking a moment to capture this picture, to savor it. Jordan finally stood in his bedroom, in what he hoped he would soon consider his bedroom, too.
Peter had always been one to know instinctively what he wanted. All his life, he’d made choices that seemed at best to be random. He hadn’t been in Lusty, Texas, long when he knew what he wanted his life to be years in the future. He wanted a house just on the edge of the small central Texas town, with a couple of kids, and Jordan Kendall and Tracy Jessop as his forever-mates.
“I want you so damn badly I’m shaking.”
Jordan’s confession smoothed Peter’s jitters. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Me, too. I’m torn between seeing how fast we can make each other come and taking this first time nice and slow, savoring it.”
Jordan dropped his overnight bag where he stood then turned and took two steps toward him. Peter also took two steps, which brought him within touching distance.
Two strong men meeting on even ground, on equal terms.
“I haven’t even kissed you yet.” Peter reached out and touched Jordan. It seemed as if the heat from Jordan’s body seared his palm, then rushed into his bloodstream. A light stroke of his hand across Jordan’s shoulder turned into a longer, trembling caress down his chest, across his pecs. Thrilling, this first touch of the man who would in moments become his lover.
Even more thrilling, Jordan’s caress of his chest tripped his heart and hardened his cock.
“So kiss me.”
“My God, you look like a kid in a candy store.” Jordan’s voice tickled her senses.
She grinned and looked up, meeting his gaze. “That’s kind of how I feel. I want to…” Tracy let her sentence trail off. Instead of telling them what she wanted, she decided to show them. In one fluid movement she came forward on her knees, until she was only inches from that arousing and aroused male flesh.
“I’ve never…I want to…” Oh, she wanted to do so much! To touch and taste, to caress and pleasure and learn them both.
“We’re all yours,” Peter said. “Just be gentle with us.”
The absurdity of that statement coaxed a chuckle from her. That should be her line, except somehow she knew that they’d be more than gentle with her.
She reached out and ran one finger over Jordan’s cock, base to tip. His skin felt hot, and the twin sensations of softness and hardness nearly overwhelmed her. She didn’t think she’d touched him beyond a delicate caress, but his cock seemed to bounce in response to it. The sound of Jordan inhaling through his teeth told her that small touch had pleasured him.
She glanced up at him and received his smile in return.
“Go on, sweetheart. I can take it.”
“No, I want to take it,” she said. Leaning forward, she inhaled deeply, drawing his scent into her. The sound he made could have been a groan of pain except she knew it wasn’t.
Bracing herself on her hands and knees, she leaned in until she could nuzzle Jordan’s stiff shaft, breathe him in right there at the base, and blow lightly on the hair that nested his cock.
“Jesus.” Peter’s one word came out on a strangled sigh. “You’re a stronger man than I knew, babe. I don’t know if I could take that kind of torture.”
“Mmm, let’s see if you can.” Tracy had been going to treat Peter to the same inspection anyway. She only had to shift a few inches. This close she could see a few differences in their penises. Jordan’s was a bit longer, but Peter’s seemed thicker. Of course, here, Peter’s complexion was just a bit darker, too, a reflection of his Hispanic heritage.
She stroked Peter’s cock with one finger exactly as she had done with Jordan’s and noticed the same velvety softness of the skin encasing the hard, erect muscle, and the same bounce in response. It was as if their cocks leapt for joy. Flicking a glance upward, she leaned in and nuzzled him, inhaling deeply.
His fingers combed through her hair, then cupped her head. She felt him tremble, just before he eased her back. She might be a virgin, but she understood she’d pushed both him and Jordan to their limits.
“Sometime in the next day or so, blondie, we’ll have you in this position again, and you’re going to do a hell of a lot more than inhale us.” Peter’s voice had dipped low, becoming an incredibly erotic sound that shivered through her.
“Oh, yeah,” Jordan agreed. “But right now, it’s our turn to touch and sniff and drive you wild.”
Peter gave her a gentle shove. Tracy went with it, sprawling out onto her back, thrilled beyond anything when both men immediately crawled onto the bed and flanked her.
“Did you do this for us?” Jordan’s hand brushed her bare pussy.
She understood he asked if she’d shaved for them. “Maybe.” Then she grinned. “I’ve never liked hair between my legs.”
“Now that could be a problem.” Peter stretched out on her left side, turned so that he faced her, and propped his head up the same way she had done earlier.
Tracy frowned. “A problem?”
“Mmm.” He stroked a hand down the left side of her body, tweaking her nipples, caressing her belly.
“Because.” Jordan’s hand caressed her right side in cadence with his lover’s. “We’re both going to have our heads between your legs. And I’m pretty sure that neither one of us is willing to shave our heads first.”
“Oh, God.” Just the idea of feeling their mouths on her pussy had her shivering inside.
“No, sweetheart, not nearly. We’re just men.” Jordan leaned over and cupped her face. He kissed her, his lips firm and hungry on hers. His mouth opened wide, and his tongue delved deeply into her, stroking hers, exciting her beyond measure.
Soft and sensuous, nearly reverent, his lips savored her, wooing her senses completely. She drank him in, stroking with her tongue, absorbing his taste the way she imagined a parched woman would absorb a cold drink of water.
Jordan moved, his lips leaving hers to sip and sample her neck and shoulder. Fingers on her chin turned her head to the left. Her eyes drifted shut as Peter’s mouth settled on hers.
More forceful, maybe a little greedier, Peter devoured her, his tongue penetrating her mouth in a rhythm that made her hips twitch.
Everything inside her came alive with the touches of these men. Hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling gently, then kneading and petting until she whimpered and writhed.
Masculine chuckles vibrated against her moist flesh as mouths moistened where fingers had awakened, so that her nipples, pebbled and wet, shivered for more. Soft caresses explored her body. Hands brushed over a stomach filled with butterflies and electric sparklers. Down her legs and up her thighs those seducing fingers traveled until finally, finally, they stroked and teased her slit.
“Oh, oh, yes.” Dreaming of this moment, she’d pleasured herself, used her own fingers on and in her pussy to stroke and delve, to arouse and excite, but never had those untutored efforts felt as full, as primal, or as exciting as this.
Unable to resist, her hips chased those teasing touches. Desperation for more, more, and still more began to build inside her.
“Baby, you’re so hot for us.” Jordan’s words brushed the underside of her breast.
Tracy whimpered as two hands took turns brushing over her pussy, teasing her clit. And then she moaned in pure bliss when she felt fingers probing gently at the opening to her vagina.
“So wet, too,” Jordan said. She felt him move on the bed, lever himself above her as he kissed a trail down her rib cage.
Peter continued to pet and tease her pussy, and Tracy could swear she felt her labia swell and moisture gather to coat her passage in preparation for what was to come.
Then Peter’s hand left her. Before she could complain about that, Jordan moved, hunkered down between her spread legs, and gave her slit and her clit a long, luscious lick.