[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]
Cyn Sherwood-Hightower has enough wealth to buy whatever she desires, except a steel case to protect her heart from the two men who have the ability to steal it. Cooper and Brody Jackson have followed her to Triple, Arizona, with every intention of reclaiming her heart. Cyn is too busy to give them the time of day, especially with the new ménage dating service she and her friends have created. Unfortunately, Cooper and Brody get roped into working a Fast & Furious type of undercover operation.
Cyn can’t suppress her curiosity and finds herself smack-dab in the middle of the chaos with her life hanging in the balance. Will Cooper and Brody make it in time to save the woman they love? Will they be able to convince her that living an opulent life has nothing to do with money and everything to do with love?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Peyton Elizabeth is a Siren-exclusive author.
Cooper closed the distance between them until not even an inch separated their bodies. She tilted her head to look up at him, and it didn’t even enter her mind to take a step back to provide them some distance. This was the first time since seeing them again that either one of them had been forward in a physical way. She found she craved their touch more than she had known. She felt his heat seep into hers, making her want to mold her body into his.
“Don’t worry,” Cyn said, doing her best to keep her voice light. “I’m like a cat. I have nine lives.”
Cooper reached out for the ends of her scarf and fingered the cream-colored fringe. With his other hand, he reached behind her and pulled the pin out of her well-placed bun before she could protest. She felt her black hair fall, knowing it reached to the middle of her back. She saw his green eyes darken, like they did when they were younger and he was aroused. The memory brought back what it felt like to be made love to and her pussy responded, leaking fluid into her satin panties.
“Silk, nine lives have nothing to do with this. It’s all about one action and its consequences. Let me explain how this is going to work,” Cooper whispered, his voice deep and gravelly. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place. Her breath quickened at the sensuality of their position out in the middle of the street. What would people think? “One kiss will start a domino effect. We’ve waited this long and will continue to wait until you are ready. We won’t be the first to make a move though. You will have to kiss one of us if you want this to go further. But let me warn you, once your lips press against one of ours, all bets are off. You will belong to us and there will be no more running.”
Cyn stopped breathing as she stared into his eyes. He was dead serious. She couldn’t prevent herself from looking down at his lips. Would they taste the same as they did years ago? They were slightly parted, as if waiting for her to claim them. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more in this life than to do as he challenged. It was like telling a child that he or she couldn’t have a candy bar that sat right out in the open. It ended up being the one thing they couldn’t do without. She rose on her tiptoes, bringing her lips closer to his. It was so tempting that she felt the pull all the way inside her soul.
“Oops, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Elise’s voice rang out from behind her. “You three carry on. I’m just heading home.”
Cyn quickly pulled back, and Cooper’s hand slid out from beneath her hair. She immediately missed his touch. What the hell was wrong with her? Had she seriously been contemplating meeting their challenge? Slamming her walls back into place, Cyn put one hand on her hip. She ignored the fact that she was raising her eyebrow and pouting her lips like Elliott accused her of doing earlier.
“Elise, you’re not interrupting anything. I had just heard that Cooper and Brody weren’t coming to dinner tomorrow and wanted to know if anything was wrong.”
Cyn noticed that Brody was still leaning against the front of the truck, his broad chest covered by a green military T-shirt. Now that she thought about it, she realized that Brody hadn’t said one word to her, nor had he said anything when Cooper laid down his challenge. For some reason, that made her nervous.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Cooper answered, crossing his arms again and rolling back on his boots. “We just have to take care of something for work.”
Cyn saw that Brody shifted his eyes at Cooper’s remark, looking away from them. She brought her attention back to Cooper and studied his face. There was a small frown line near the corner of his mouth. She knew he only got that when he wasn’t telling the truth. Cyn had seen it a million times when they were teenagers and he told his parents they were late because the car had broken down. They were lying. Why?
“Really? On a holiday?” Cyn let her hand drop from her hip. This wasn’t the time for fake appearances.
“No rest for the weary,” Cooper said, holding up her hairpin.
Cyn slowly reached out and took it from his fingers. The naughty gleam was back in his eyes, erasing any previous signs of deceit. It really shouldn’t matter to her what they were doing. It didn’t affect her and it was their life, or so she kept repeating to herself.
“Will you be gone long?” Elise asked, coming to stand beside her. Cyn was grateful for her friend’s presence. “If you’re coming back tomorrow evening, we can keep a couple plates warm for you.”
“Thanks, Elise, but we won’t be back until Saturday. Enjoy the holiday and we appreciate that you wanted to include us.”
Brody leaned up from the front of the truck and made his way around the side. Cooper pulled the keys out of his front pocket and started to walk around to the driver’s side door. That was it? They had thrown down the gauntlet about kissing, lied about why they were backing out of Thanksgiving dinner, and they were just going to leave?
“Cooper,” Cyn called out, putting her hand back on her hip. Damn Elliott for bringing that to her attention. She let it fall back to her side. With his fingers on the handle, he turned toward her. “It won’t happen. I won’t be the first to break.”
Cooper smirked, giving her a wink. “We’ll see, Silk. Enjoy your holiday.”
“Make love to me,” Cyn pleaded, wanting that electrified feeling back.
She refused to think about what this meant. When Cooper had described how they felt about her at the diner, he had ramped up her emotions to the point where she couldn’t use words to explain what she felt. Kissing him had seemed the logical thing to do at the time, regardless of his warning that it would mean something more than she was willing to give. Now wasn’t the time to analyze the situation, so she pushed aside the warning bells that were going off inside her head and mentally covered them with a soundproof lid.
Brody led her to the massive bed against the far wall, and she took a moment to look around her. The room fit them to a tee, with its masculine furniture and dark wood. There were browns and reds throughout the area, including the pictures that were hanging on the wall. The huge mirror on the dresser showed them as they walked by. Cyn saw that her hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was tousled from Brody’s handling.
“Up you go,” Brody instructed, helping her crawl onto the bed. It wasn’t only massive, but it was also tall. Instead of letting her use the wooden stepladder that was located on the side of the bed, Brody lifted her up. She used her hands and knees to make her way to where the luxurious pillows were. When she rolled over, the goose feathers that filled the fabric cushioned her head. Cyn liked their style more and more. “Spread your legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”
Cyn obliged, wanting to see his expression when he saw her body splayed out for his taking. They had known her physically as a teenage girl. As a woman, her body had filled out in all the right places. Cyn knew she had an attractive figure, but it never hurt to have a man show his appreciation. Leaning her legs to the side, Cyn glided her hands down her body. Cooper had joined his brother at the end of the bed, having shed his remaining clothes. Both men watched as she used her fingers to open herself wide.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Silk, seeing you like this is heaven,” Cooper said, taking his cock in his hand. Pulling, he stroked it several times until she saw the glistening of his pre-cum. “Lick your fingers.”
Cyn lifted her hand and licked her middle finger only. Knowing what he wanted, she placed it on her clit, making little circles like Cooper had done earlier. She kept up the motion and would have given herself an orgasm if Brody’s voice hadn’t interrupted.
It felt as if her body was floating and it took everything Cyn had to keep her eyes half opened, not wanting to miss their expressions. Her touch felt so good. Not as wonderful as theirs, she admitted, but it would get the job done. She didn’t want to stop the rhythm she had flowing, but the heat in their expression changed her mind. Her juices were flowing and her middle and index finger slipped right inside her passageway. The muscle immediately clamped down, eliciting a throaty moan from her that rang out in the room.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Cooper asked, his voice just as harsh.
Brody didn’t answer and instead climbed onto the bed. Her juices were spilling onto her fingers and Brody used his tongue to lap it up. His teeth bit into her knuckles and she pulled her fingers out, giving him access to what he wanted. Licking his way up her folds, his mouth latched onto her clit. Her back involuntarily arched and she reached for his head. The stubble on his head was obviously too short for her to grab onto, so she let go and twisted her hands into the sheets.
“How about you hold on to something else,” Cooper whispered in her ear.
Cyn opened her eyes to see Cooper beside her, sitting up against the headboard. Reaching over, she grabbed ahold of his cock, using his pre-cum as lubricant. Sliding her palm down his shaft, he felt like the nickname he had given her. Actually, he felt softer than silk and she tightened her hand to get a better grip. His cock was as hard as steel, and as long as she remembered. He had a slight curve, which was perfect by her, since it hit her G-spot every time. She looked forward to that feeling again.
“Is Brody making you feel good, Silk?”
“Ummm,” Cyn answered, because she couldn’t form any words.
“Then let him make you come. We’ve missed those wild screams of yours,” Cooper said, reminding her that she tended to be a little loud during her release.
Brody pulled her clit in between his teeth and started to rub his tongue repeatedly over the little nub. Without any warning, her body exploded and Cyn screamed. The muscles in her thighs trembled and her toes curled. She tightened her hand on Cooper’s cock and rode out the waves. By the time Brody wrangled the last contraction out of her pussy, Cyn was a wet noodle. The only thing that kept her going was the need to taste the pre-cum that now coated her fingers. Cooper had a slightly different taste than Brody, but just as exotic—it was delicious.
“That’s our girl,” Brody said, urging her to get to her knees.
She situated herself between Cooper’s legs, taking his cock into her mouth, but not before having licked her fingers clean. He was long, so she was only able to get him halfway in before he hit the back of her throat. She loved pleasuring him. Sucking gently, Cyn made her way back up, using her tongue to smooth her saliva over his tip. Once he was lubricated, she pulled in her cheeks and drew him back in.
Cyn heard something tear and then felt Brody situate himself behind her. He didn’t need to tell her what he wanted.