Loving Mercedes (LoveXtreme)

Beautifully Imperfect 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 69,433
3 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Romance, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Reverse Harem, MFMMM, HEA]

After being stabbed by the ex-boyfriend of one of her patients who is high on drugs, Mercedes Nichols begins to second guess her competency as a psychologist.

SWAT team members, Robert Hammond, and Joe Hitch, along with their two other housemates, IT experts, Charley Ford and Victor Hayes are instrumental in saving Mercedes life.

Mercedes is having a difficult time coming to terms with what happened to her, and she also feels like a fraud to everyone she’s ever treated.

Vic, Charley, Joe, and Rob need to bolster Mercedes self-confidence since they hate seeing her so beaten down. The four men also want her to be their woman, but don’t think they have a chance.

However, when a nemesis from the past returns and targets Mercedes, the four men once more work together to save the woman they love.

But they’re not sure they’ll reach her in time.

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

Loving Mercedes (LoveXtreme)
3 Ratings (4.7)

Loving Mercedes (LoveXtreme)

Beautifully Imperfect 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 69,433
3 Ratings (4.7)
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Mercedes had no idea if he had a gun hidden in the waistband of his jeans at his back or any other weapon on his person. He looked as if he was already struggling to hang onto his sanity and for some people, noise overload could be enough to tip them over the edge.

She’d never been so terrified in her life and now she understood how all her clients had felt when they’d been hurt by people who were supposed to care about them or for other reasons.

Her heart was thundering against her ribs and though she tried to slow her breathing down, it wouldn’t regulate. The terror coursing through her blood, her body, making her tremble felt like a living entity she had no control over.

She moved around the outside of the room and the man high on drugs followed her step by step. Her legs were shaking and her knees felt so weak she was sure they were about to collapse out from under her.

Turning so she was side on to the man who’d just threatened her, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket, swiped a finger over her screen to activate it then kept tapping, hoping she’d somehow managed to bring up her contact list and call someone. She always kept her phone on silent when she was in a session so she didn’t have to worry about the man slowly stalking her hearing her make a call, if that was even happening.

“I don’t know you,” Mercedes said, hoping to talk him out of whatever he had planned.

He didn’t say anything, just kept following her around the room. It wasn’t until he moved his arm and reached behind him then dropped his hand back to his side, that she realized she was in more danger than she’d first hoped. He was holding a knife clutched in a white-knuckled grip.

Mercedes’ breathing escalated even more until she surmised she was about to hyperventilate if she wasn’t already. Cold sweat sheened her body, drips trickling down between her breasts and her heart hurt from thumping so hard and fast.

The shaking grew worse and she wasn’t sure how much longer her quaking legs were going to hold her up.

She glanced toward the door to gauge the distance then looked back at him. She almost screamed when she noticed he was closer than he had been and with each step he took he increased the pace.

Terror ripped into her belly, constricted her chest and though she got a little woozy she ignored the dizziness and spun toward the door. She took off running, arms, legs, and heart pumping as she raced toward the closed locked door. She slammed her hand against the door, fumbled with the lock with shaking fingers as she tried to disengage it and just as it released and she was reaching for the handle, fingers snagged into her hair then yanked her tresses so hard, her neck snapped back and her scalp burned when some of the strands were ripped out at the roots.

She screamed, lifted her arms, gripped his wrist, and dug her nails into his flesh as hard as she could.

In the next moment she was flying through the air and though she didn’t know how it happened, she landed hard on the floor on her belly with an oomph as what little air she had in her lungs was expelled out.

Mercedes got her hands to the floor, about to get up on her knees so she could crawl away, but before she could get up on all fours agony seared into her right leg behind her knee. The tortured scream that erupted from her mouth was low and guttural and she cried out again when the blade was pulled from her flesh. Hot searing agony ripped into her leg, leaving her breathless as tears rolled down her face. Glancing back over her shoulder, she kicked out with her other leg toward the hand he was holding the bloody knife in, but he moved at the last second.

A moment later, he was sitting on top of her over her lower legs, pinning them to the floor. Just before she could roll over onto her back with the intent to attempt to fight him off, he punched her in the back right between her shoulder blades, then he splayed his hand wide and held her down.

Mercedes bucked and screamed for all she was worth, hoping that someone would hear her cries for help. She had no idea where her cell phone was since she’d dropped it after being flung to the floor and she didn’t know if she’d managed to call anyone but she prayed she had.

Another high pitched scream burst from her mouth when the bastard stabbed her in the back of her other knee, causing her to writhe with excruciation. Her nails broke as she clawed at the floor trying to get away from the man trying to kill her.

The sharp knife speared into the back of her shoulder like a hot blade would slice through butter. Nausea churned in her gut and though she inhaled as deeply as she could after screaming again, it didn’t help alleviate the sick feeling in her belly.

Though she wanted to keep fighting, to escape and save her own life, Mercedes could feel herself fading fast. Blood was soaking into her slacks and dripping down her skin. The pain was too much and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep herself from passing out. She didn’t even have the energy to cry out again when the asshole stabbed into the back of her other shoulder. She jerked and gasped with suffering. Though she tried to keep her heavy eyelids from closing, she was fighting a losing battle.

The edges of the black hole before her eyes grew wider and wider until the void swallowed her whole.




While her eagerness was nearly all consuming, she knew that none of her men would be swayed even if she pleaded with them. They might’ve been confident and authoritative, but Rob, Vic, Charley, and Joe were also very protective of her. She’d already decided she wanted to have more than one of her men make love with her at the same time but first she’d need to be prepared.

Instead of waiting to see what they wanted next, Mercedes took matters into her own hands. She rolled over onto her side, then to her belly. Just as she was about to get up onto her hands and knees, Joe and Vic, who’d maneuvered to her sides, placed their hands on her back to hold her still.

“Stay right where you are, honey,” Rob commanded in a deep voice. He smoothed his hand over her ass, down the back of one of her thighs, then tapped the inside of her knee. “Spread those gorgeous legs for us, Mercedes.” She parted her legs then whimpered when Rob caressed a finger up through her folds. She moaned when he circled a finger around her clit, causing her to jolt. “So fucking wet.” She trembled when he pressed his moist finger against her star and she moaned. “This isn’t going to work. Get up onto your hands and knees.”

Two sets of hands gripped her body and helped her up.

“Much better,” Joe stated. He combed his fingers into her hair, then slanted his mouth over hers.

“Yes it is,” Vic said, raspingly, cupping a breast and tweaking a nipple.

“Here,” Rob said, and though she was curious, Mercedes was so lost in the taste of Joe and the passion they were sharing, she kept right on kissing him.

“Hold her,” Charley said.

“I’ve got her,” Rob said and then his hands were on her ass cheeks as he pulled them apart.

Joe broke the kiss, ducked his head beneath her chest, then latched on to her other nipple.

“Oh god.” She gasped then groaned when Charley tickled a lubed finger around her asshole. Nerves under the sensitive skin of her back entrance fired to life and her whole body quivered.

Vic grasped her chin between his finger and thumb, turning her toward him. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. I need to make sure you’re okay.”

She forced her heavy lids up and met Victor’s brown eyes. He glanced toward Rob and Charley, nodding. “She’s good.”

“She’s better than good,” Rob said.

“Our darlin’ is a sex goddess,” Joe said hoarsely after releasing her nipple, glancing at her then toward the others.

“Try not to tense up, baby,” Charley said. She nodded, sucked in a breath then moaned as Charley breached her ass with his finger. It felt so good, she couldn’t wait to have a hard cock fucking her ass while another fucked her pussy. “Fuck, she’s tight.” Charley groaned when she clenched on his pumping finger.

Charley added another finger to her ass, slowly working his digits in deeper and deeper until they were embedded all the way. She groaned when he thrust them in and out of her pucker. The pleasure of having something in her bottom felt so naughty, but so damned good.

Another shiver skipped up her spine when Charley pulled his fingers out of her ass, gathered more lube then he stroked three fingers into her rear. This time she couldn’t help but tense up even though she tried to remain relaxed. The air in her lungs backed up and her muscles tautened when her asshole began to burn since it was spread way more than it had ever been. Mercedes wasn’t sure she could handle much more but she also wasn’t willing to ask him to stop since she wanted to make love with her men more than anything else.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Vic decreed in a deeper voice than usual. She met his gaze and hoped she didn’t look as desperate as she felt. “She needs some help, guys,” he stated just before he started kissing her.

Warm fingers brushed over her skin, caressing her in so many places she couldn’t keep up. One of her men was administering to her breasts and another cupped her pussy before lightly rubbing over her aching clit.

She moaned, the sound muffled by Vic’s mouth and the tension which had been building because of her discomfort began to wane. The moment she relaxed again, Charley gently forged his three fingers deeper and deeper into her ass, then scissored them to stretch her out. She was so lost in the exquisite carnal sensations her men were bestowing on her, she had no idea how much time had passed. It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours.

“She’s ready,” Charley said, then withdrew his fingers from her ass. Whomever—and though she guessed it was either Vic or Joe—had been stroking her clit, removed their finger from her aching pearl. She was shaking with desire and wanted to demand more, but she was too breathless to speak.

“Vic, Charley, you’re up,” Rob said.

She blinked at Victor when he lifted her from the bed and into his arms. He scooted across the mattress until he was in the middle then he lay down. “Do you want me, sweetheart?”

Hell yes, came to mind, but since she was still shaking up a storm and wasn’t sure she’d be able to answer coherently, she nodded.

Bracing her hands on Vic’s chest, she lifted higher onto her knees, gripped his dick, aimed it at her pussy and sank down onto him with a moan.

“So fucking good,” Vic growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he stared into her eyes.

“Yeah.” She licked her lips, rose up and dropped down onto his dick again until he was hilted inside of her.

“Come down here, sweetheart.” Vic gripped her arms, pulling her on top of him.

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