No Shrinking Violet (MFM)

Beautifully Imperfect 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 61,230
4 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic romance, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, Contemporary, Military, MFMM, HEA]

When Eryn Reuben, a medically discharged army veteran is hit in the leg by a huge piece of wood and knocked onto her ass, she’s spitting mad.

Will and his brothers are relieved that the feisty Eryn is unwounded because of the prothesis she’s wearing on her lower left leg. After swapping personal details and telling Eryn to call him any time, Will reluctantly lets her leave, never expecting to hear from her again.

Another incident in the middle of the night has Eryn calling Will. He and his brothers race to help her and since she no longer has a home, they bring her to theirs.

Laying their cards on the table the Tyrell brothers, Will, Titus and Gunnar, tell Eryn they’re attracted to her and want a relationship with her, and when she doesn’t answer, they think she’s not interested.

At first, they all think Will and his brothers are the target, but it quickly becomes obvious that Eryn is in danger.

None of them know where the threat is coming from until Eryn decides to take matters into her own hands.

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

No Shrinking Violet (MFM)
4 Ratings (4.5)

No Shrinking Violet (MFM)

Beautifully Imperfect 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 61,230
4 Ratings (4.5)
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STORY EXCERPT

“Get down. Down!” Tucker Reed shouted as gunfire erupted all around them.

Eryn hunkered down behind the rock on the side of the road, two of her teammates on either side of her. The hot desert sun blazed down upon them, causing all of them to sweat. Rivulets of moisture beaded on her face, trickling down between her breasts and back. The only part of her body not covered by the camo gear was her face. Even her head was protected by the helmet, making her head so hot her hair was damp with sweat. She peeked over the edge of the rock, sighted the enemy in the scope of her automatic assault rifle and returned fire. Although she was as cool as a cucumber on the outside as she systematically took out as many of the enemy as she could, on the inside her heart was racing, her breathing was a little faster than normal and her chest felt tight. Sometimes she wondered if she was crazy signing up into the army, going through basic training and now fighting for her life and her fellow soldiers’ lives in a war that never seemed to end.

“Fuck!” Their team leader’s voice came loud and clear over the comms. “Rocket launcher. Rocket launcher. Move back. Move back.”

After firing off another round, Eryn spun on her heels, paused when one of her fellow soldiers didn’t move. She grasped the strap of his pack, tugged him to his feet then towed him along with her as she raced toward another pile of rocks about fifty yards away. Her other teammates were about two yards in front of her, but she sprinted as fast as she could, ignoring the weight of her pack bumping against her back and she ran for her life.

“Take cover!” Tucker shouted.

The teammate running beside her put on a burst of speed edging a few feet in front of her.

Every muscle in Eryn’s legs bunched as she prepared to leap the last few yards to the cover of rocks. Just as she ducked, an explosion rocked the ground and then she was being flung through the air. Her ears were ringing and then all of a sudden she was screaming. The agony was so bad, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out even if she couldn’t hear herself. She hit the ground hard and though she tried to roll over, get to her hands and knees, to move and check on her fellow soldiers, she couldn’t do anything other than writhe.

Bear’s worried face appeared above her and though she could see his mouth moving, she couldn’t make out his words. His face blurred and began to fade away. Instead of fighting the encroaching darkness, Eryn gave in to it with a sigh.

Maybe now she could find some peace.

* * * *

Two years later

“Shit!”

Willard Tyrell glanced up when one of his men cursed. When he saw Steven was losing his struggle to hold on to a beam he should never have been trying to carry by himself, he cursed under his breath and started running across the roof trusses as fast as he could. As he stepped from one piece of timber to another, he glanced down below and started yelling. “Watch out. Get out of the way!”

He was only a truss away when the beam finally slipped from Steven’s grasp and went hurtling to the ground. He reached the ladder, stood on the first rung, positioned his feet on the outside of the metal, as well as his gloved hands and slid down the ladder fast. As soon as his feet touched ground, he turned while unhooking his safety harness, his arms and legs pumping, but it was already too late. The woman who’d been walking by the construction site on the pavement below was already on the ground and that beam was across one of her legs.

He heard his brothers’ shouts from up top asking if she was all right, but he ignored Titus and Gunnar. Seconds later he was down on his knees at the woman’s side, lifting the long, thick heavy piece of wood from her body. Tugging his gloves off, he started running his hands over her, starting at her head then working his way down. She blinked up at him, her face pale, her pupils so dilated with shock only a thin rim of her green irises showed. He caressed his hands over her ribs, watching her intently, then over her hips and thighs. He was about to move lower but before he could check her lower legs for injuries, she slapped his hands away.

“Hey, calm down. I’m not trying to feel you up. Are you hurt? Fuck! I’m sorry, that should never have happened. Let me see your leg where the wood landed.”

She shoved his hand away when he reached for her again. “Stop it. I’m fine.”

“That’s not possible. You’re probably in too much shock and can’t feel where you’re hurt yet.”

“I’ve called an ambulance,” Titus stated as he and Gunnar joined them on the sidewalk. “Where are you hurting?” he asked, taking the woman’s hand in his own as if trying to soothe her.

“I keep telling this big lummox that I’m fine.”

When she made to get up, Will pressed a hand to her shoulder to keep her in place. Gunnar tugged his shirt off, folded it then carefully placed it under her head. “Don’t move. You need to stay still until the paramedics have assessed you.”

“What’s your name, ma’am?” Will asked.

She glared at him, rolled her eyes, sighing with exasperation. “Eryn Reuben.”

“I’m Willard Tyrell and these are my brothers, Titus and Gunnar. I’m sorry for what happened to you. If you want to sue, you’re well within your rights and I have liability insurance. I should’ve kept a better eye on my men, but I can assure you nothing like that will ever happen again.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She rolled to her side, got up onto her knees, pushed against his shoulder and when he flopped onto his back, she straddled him. “I love all these big muscles on display.” She reached out a hand toward Gunnar. “Come closer.”

Gunnar met Titus’s gaze, shrugged, and moved toward him.

“Hmm.” She tapped her lip, a mischievous light in her eyes. “Where to start first.”

Titus grunted when she braced her hand on his sternum, shifted her leg away from over his hips, then sat on her haunches between him and his brother. She bent toward Titus after making up her mind what she wanted to do and kissed him passionately. When she released his lips she turned toward Gunnar then kissed his brother.

She sat back on her bent legs, glancing between them then smiled when Will opened the bathroom door, coming back into the bedroom after taking a shower. He had a towel around his waist and his hair was damp.

“What are you up to, baby?” Will asked, obviously seeing the impish gleam in her eyes.

“I have a fantasy,” she said without any compunction.

Titus stopped breathing. His heart skipped a beat then slammed against his ribs. He’d never seen this playful side of Eryn. He loved it and hoped to see it a lot over the ensuing years, if only she’d agree to be their girl.

“What fantasy?” Gunnar asked in a deep voice.

“I’ve always wanted to suck a cock while getting fucked from behind,” she stated confidently.

Titus closed his eyes, trying to ignore the way his dick was aching and twitching and leaking precum.

When she smoothed her hand over his chest, down his torso and grasped hold of his dick, he growled. She pumped him a few times and he broke from the tenuous control he had over his desire.

Titus surged up onto his knees, caught her around the waist, lifted her from the mattress, shifted them into the middle of the bed, set her back down, in front of him, and caressed his hands over her sexy curves. He cupped and manipulated her breasts, pinched, and plucked at her nipples, then pushed gently against her upper back until she dropped forward onto her hands. He grasped her butt cheeks, pulling them apart and stared at her sexy pucker.

He couldn’t wait to fuck her sexy ass, but he had no idea if she’d ever taken a dick in her rear and even if she had, he and his brothers would need to prepare her first.

Moving his hands over her body, he then dipped one hand down between her legs, stroking a finger up through her folds, rubbing over her clit for a few moments, then he dipped a finger into her tight, slick cunt.

She moaned, shoved her hips back toward him, sucked in a noisy breath, turning to meet Gunnar’s gaze. “You’re too far away. If I’m going to play out my fantasy, you need to get over here.”

Gunnar tried to grin, but his brother’s face was a tight mask of lust and it looked more like a grimace. Gunnar got up onto his feet on the mattress, bending so he didn’t hit his head on the ceiling and when he was in front of Eryn, he sank down to his knees, carefully moved his long legs in under their woman and scooched further down the bed on his back.

“Now that’s more like it,” Eryn stated breathlessly.

Titus made the mistake of watching Eryn over her shoulder when Gunnar growled. She was pumping his brother’s dick with her small hand. He had to close his eyes when his cock pulsed, causing more precum to spurt to the tip. Taking a few deep breaths helped to get his hunger to back off a bit and when he was sure he wouldn’t come as soon as he got his dick inside of her wet cunt, he gripped the base, notched the head to her entrance then started pushing into her.

She moaned and panted, attempting to push back against him but he quickly grasped her hips and held her still. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold off if she tried to take his control away from him. Titus had never felt so fucking primitive in his life.

He wanted to surge into her as deeply as he could go then pound in and out until they were screaming. Yet, he didn’t want to hurt her either. She meant more to him than any other person alive, including his own brothers.

Sucking in another steady breath while waiting for her to stop clenching on him, he then stroked into her a little further.

“Fuck!” Gunnar groaned when Eryn licked then swirled her tongue over and around the head of his brother’s dick. “Your mouth is amazing, honey.”

Titus tried not to imagine how hot and wet her mouth would be wrapped around his own cock, but since he was slowly easing his dick into and out of her tight slick cunt, it was too hard to keep the carnal thoughts at bay. Struggling to empty his mind was harder than he would’ve liked, too, but his efforts were rewarded and he finally managed to blank his thoughts.

That was until she clinched around his hard, throbbing cock, massaging along the length of his sensitive dick, and bathing him in her wet heat.

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