Loving Sanctuary (MFMM)

Slick Rock 12

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 49,364
15 Ratings (4.2)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, HEA]
Sabrina Monroe has just found out something she shouldn’t about her boss, Harvey Noble, the founder of Integrated Computers and Software, and knows she’s in deep trouble. She hightails it out of town and bus hops for two weeks straight. Hungry, sick, and tired, she ends up stranded in Slick Rock, Colorado and collapses in a heap.
Trick, Trent, and Tristan Wendall are attracted to Sabrina, and after the sheriff runs a check on her, and the doctor diagnoses her, they take her back to their place so she can rest and recuperate. When they find out Sab’s in danger they hide her away at a friend’s ranch just outside of town, hoping to keep her safe until the people after her are arrested. But how can the law capture someone when they don’t know who they’re looking for? When Sabrina is abducted, the Wendall men and the authorities aren’t sure they’ll find her in time.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Loving Sanctuary (MFMM)
15 Ratings (4.2)

Loving Sanctuary (MFMM)

Slick Rock 12

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 49,364
15 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
A great book
Another winner in the Slick Rock series. This is an awesome series from Becca and I love it.

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The moment Tristan parked the truck he was out of it and striding toward them. He walked right up to her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around until she was facing him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She glared at him and tugged away from his hold. If he hadn’t been so damn mad and scared of hurting her, he wouldn’t have let her go.

“Take it easy, Trent, it was innocent.”

“Stay the fuck away from my woman.” Trent scowled at Hank.

Sabrina walked up to him and poked him in the chest with her finger and kept right on poking. She looked just as angry as he felt and from the way her face turned red, he guessed he was right. “You are a…a…supercilious, patronizing Neanderthal.”

The haze of rage over his eyes dissipated and he looked over at Hank, David and Barry to see them smirking at him. He lifted his hand and gave them the finger behind her back but Sabrina took that moment to step sideways and half turned and caught him red-handed.

She slapped a hand onto his chest and shoved him, or tried to but since she wasn’t as tall or as strong as he was, he didn’t budge. That just seemed to make her madder. She spun on her heels making and growling sound in her throat and stormed away. He couldn’t help but do what any red-blooded man would do as he watched her hips twitch and her delectable ass flex as she stomped off down the steps toward the corral.

“You’re an idiot, Trent,” Barry said before he walked over to the truck to help Tristan unload it.

“Green looks good on you, Wendall,” David said with a smirk before he, too headed to the truck.

“Looks like you have some groveling to do,” Hank said. “If I was you I‘d stop thinking with my dick and start using the brain in your head.”

Trent sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. He had been an asshole and let his dick and the green eyed monster rule. He was going to have to eat humble pie and just hoped that Sabrina would accept his apology. With another sighed he walked off the porch toward the corral. She was looking into the distance and didn’t acknowledge his approach.

He stopped right next to her and leaned against the top rail of the corral. “I’m sorry, Sabrina. I don’t know what came over me.”

She gave him a haughty look, raised an eyebrow at him as if to say, “Really. You expect me to believe that,” before turning to watch the horses in the paddock beyond the small arena.

“Okay, so I was jealous. I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me? It won’t happen again.”

“Do you think I flirt with every man I meet?”


“Do you think I jump into bed with just anyone?”


“That’s not what it seemed to me by your reaction.” She turned to look at him again and when he saw the hurt in her eyes, he felt like a real bastard.

He reached out clasped her shoulders and turned her toward him. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted and for how I made you feel. It wasn’t intentional. I missed you, darlin’. When Tristan and I were out shopping all I could think about was getting back to you as soon as possible. I guess I went off the deep end when I saw you laughing with the Heritage men.”

Her eyes softened for a moment but then they hardened again. “Don’t ever treat me like that again, Trent. You made me feel like a hooker.”

“You’re no such thing and it never even entered my mind.” He tugged her closer and sighed with contentment as her body pressed against his. “I would never do or say anything to intentionally hurt you, darlin’. I was an ass.”

“Yes you were,” she said and even though she was agreeing with him he thought he heard amusement in her voice.

He drew back slightly and smiled when he saw that she was smirking. “Do you forgive me?”


“Thank you, darlin’.” Trent cupped her cheeks in his hands and lowered his head. He rubbed his lips back and forth over hers, hoping she wouldn’t shove him away because she was still pissed at him. But she didn’t and he was thankful. She sighed as she melted into him and then she reached up and gripped his hair.

That was the moment he lost control. He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her hungrily, passionately. Changing the angle and the fit of their mouths as he pushed his tongue into hers. She tasted so good, so sweet, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop. His hands roamed up and down her body, shaping her curves, learning her secrets, until they landed on her ass and he squeezed her cheeks. He pulled her in tighter against him and thrusting his hips into her belly making her aware of what she did to him. He swallowed her gasp and was about to lift her up when he heard Trick calling him.




Trick broke the kiss and it took all of her ability to not reach out to him when he rose to his feet, but then he was reaching out to her. He took her hands in his and pulled her up from the bed and as he stared at her for so long she began to wonder if he’d changed his mind.

His next words relieved her mind and made her knees feel week. “Why don’t we get rid of the robe, sweetheart? We want to see all of you.” His hands reached for the belt tied at her waist and he hesitated a moment as if waiting for her to protest, but when she didn’t she felt the knot loosen and then he was pushing it from her shoulders.

“Fucking beautiful.” She heard Trent’s voice as if from a long way off. It felt like she’d been waiting for this moment all her life and now that it was here—everything felt a little surreal.

“We need to get you more comfortable, baby,” Trent whispered in her ear as he moved up behind her and she gasped when he pulled her back against his front. Her skin felt almost alive, so sensitive as if all the nerve endings were exposed as his clothes brushed against her naked flesh. He was so warm and hard, she wanted to turn around and rip his shirt open so she could know what it was like to have his skin beneath her hands and fingertips. But she wasn’t that confident and didn’t want to do anything wrong.

Trent lifted her up into his arms and then lowered her into the middle of the bed. He got up on one side of her and Tristan got up on the other. She looked toward Trick when he pulled his T-shirt up over his head and felt like drooling when she saw his tanned muscular chest, wide shoulders, large biceps and washboard abs. Trent and Tristan tugged their shirts off too and she panted as she took in their brawny physiques. She’d never seen men as fit and ripped as these three and just looking at them caused her pussy to clench and drip moisture.

Trick gained the bed near her feet and she inhaled raggedly when his hands landed on her shins, before caressing up and down over her skin, to her lower thighs.

Tristan cupped her cheek and turned her toward him. He’d scooted down on the bed on his side and was lying with his head propped up on his hand. “I need to kiss you again, darlin’.”

Then he was doing just that. He didn’t start out tentative. He devoured her. And then she moaned into his mouth when a hand cupped and molded one of her breasts. She didn’t have to look to know that Trent was touching her. The warmth simmering low in her belly grew hotter and brighter making her muscles feel like they had no substance. The hands on her legs moved higher and higher and she couldn’t help but arch her hips up begging for them to touch her where she was aching to be touched.

Her nipple was caressed lightly with a finger or thumb and then it was being squeezed between the two. The hands on her legs widened them and her cry was muffled by Tristan’s mouth when fingers explored her pussy.

“So fucking wet.” She heard Trick rasp.

The mattress between her legs dipped. Arms wrapped around her thighs and then she was being spread wide. Trent released her mouth just as Trick licked her. The moan which emitted from her lips seemed overly loud in the room, but she couldn’t help it.

“Yes, baby,” Trent almost growled. “Let us hear how much you like it.”

Trick’s tongue was gently and slowly laving over her clit. With each pass of his tongue the pleasure grew and the tension built. She moaned when he rimmed a finger around her entrance and then dipped into her creamy cunt. Her pussy clenched forcing moisture from inside to drip down over her perineum to her ass. But when he pushed that finger up inside it felt so damn good that her mouth opened on a breathless cry.

Trent took advantage of her gaping mouth and kissed her with a voracious hunger. She couldn’t prevent a sob of pleasure when Trick began pumping his finger in and out of her vagina.

“So fucking tight, sweetheart,” Trick rasped before he started licking over her clit again. She wanted to reach down, grab hold of his hair and shove his mouth tighter against her pussy but she fisted the sheet in her hands instead.

She’d never known the walls of her cunt to be so sensitive before. She felt every slide and glide of his finger as he stroked in and out. The groan elicited from her mouth was muffled by Trent’s when Trick added another finger. She felt full and stretched and although everything they were doing to her was blissful, she wanted more.

Trick ramped up the speed of his thrusting fingers as well as the rapid movement of his tongue over her engorged pearl. The fire simmering inside grew as did the tension in her muscles and she began to wonder if she would survive such ecstasy.

Tristan leaned down, took a nipple into his mouth and bit down gently yet firmly making her cry out, but he didn’t hurt her. The pleasure and pain sent another surge of endorphins traveling through her blood, heating it so much she was scared it may start boiling inside her.

Every muscle in her body grew taut, making her arms and legs shake, her stomach muscles jump and her sheath seemed to gather in on itself.

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