[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Romance, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Small Town, MFMMMM, HEA]
Annise Watkins is a survivor fighting to overcome her insecurities and feel empowered. She learns it is easier said than done. It seems she is always fighting the demons from her past while trying to get a hold of this new life and make things happen.
When she meets a man and thinks they are hitting it off, she is disappointed when he suddenly disappears and blows her off.
Feeling down and like she needs to make some changes, she joins a dojo. She finds out later that the men who own it are brothers with the guy who blew her off. One thing leads to another and soon all five brothers have set their eyes on her, but those demons stand in the way of her taking a chance.
West, Mack, Victor, Miller and Wesson McAndrews are older, set in their ways and know what they want. When they learn the woman that they have fallen for was a victim of abuse it just makes their interest grow stronger. They're ready to take their time and show her how real men treat a woman.
What could possibly go wrong with taking their time?
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Woman, you are one lucky little lady,” Grace whispered to her as they began to warm up.
“They never take up any offers from the women who hit on them, and they don’t date either. Hearts will be breaking all over the place when they find out about you.”
“I’m not dating them. I haven’t done anything or gone out with them,” she said and then Miller ordered them to get into position to work on some moves and the conversation was over. She was shaking with nervousness and confusion and then fear. So much so that as she went through the motions the girls knocked her on her ass several times and still that didn’t snap her out of the funk she was in. She just couldn’t focus.
“Annise, take your time and focus,” Wesson said to her as he stepped in to be her partner next. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and neck, and placed the other arm around her waist. The feel of his thick, muscular forearms over her presently oversensitive breasts made her hesitate too long.
“Get out of it. Now,” he demanded and the tone of his voice, the feel of his masculinity against her body and restraining her made her feel emotional, incapable.
“Do it, Annise. You can do it,” Grace said to her.
She struggled to put her foot back, to lower with her weight forward and prepare to use one of the five techniques they learned already since starting the class.
Her mind went to Eddie, to the fear she had, the submissive, weak life she led and how she never felt empowered until she left him. Until she was on the run, staying in a few shelters and then getting to Casper and having the support at the women’s center in General. She grunted and pulled and battled with her mind as her shoulder ached, her sides too and she growled and shoved her arms up like she was giving up.
“Damn it, Annise!” Wesson scolded—too soon, as she shoved her elbow into his stomach, shocking him. He released her and she kneed him in the groin, smacked him across the chin, just barely hitting him and shoved him away. The shocked expressions on everyone’s faces had her pausing as tears fell from her eyes. She was breathing heavily and then they all began clapping and celebrating her moves. She was stunned as Miller was laughing and helping Wesson, who was wincing in pain, his hands on his thighs as he was bent over. She nailed him a lot harder than she intended. She stepped toward him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I was so lost in thought and you were yelling at me and everyone else was and I just reacted,” she said to him.
The others were grabbing their things and heading out since the class was over.
“Whomever the guy was that hurt you, you get him out of your system by learning the moves and fighting for yourself. That was awesome, girl. See you Monday,” Grace said and the women headed out and Annise hurried to go grab her things. She bent down and then felt the hand on her shoulder. She turned and stood up.
“I knew you had it in you,” Miller said to her.
Please don’t ask me about my past, about being abused. Oh God, please, please.
She swallowed hard and put the strap of her bag onto her shoulder then grabbed her water bottle.
“I need to go.”
“Wait, we talked about making plans,” Miller said as Wesson rubbed his jaw and stared at her. It was too much having such sexy, older, military men standing here looking at her like this. She couldn’t quite handle it and now tears filled her eyes. Doing those moves, reacting like she did after all this time made her feel weak in the knees.
“I…I don’t think so,” she said.
West pulled Annise into his arms and ran his palm along her ass. They were drinking wine, having some appetizers but staring at her in the kitchen with his family, seeing their love for her already did him in. He never had such deep feelings for a woman and never mind one he hadn’t even fucked yet. He knew deep down that when that time came and hopefully tonight, that he would be a changed man. He just knew it. Her top was super tight but elastic so he made his move, taking this making out session to the next level. He slowly pushed the material off her shoulder as he deepened the kiss and held her tight against his front. She didn’t pull away but instead moaned into his mouth and pressed more firmly to him. He saw it as a sign to move forward and so he did. He pushed the material down and then lowered her strapless bra. Her breast emerged and he quickly kissed from her mouth to her neck then over to her breast. He caught her nipple between his teeth and tugged.
“Oh West. Oh God, yes, that feels so good.”
“Fuck,” he heard Mack say and then she tightened only a moment as Mack placed his hands on her shoulders from behind.
“Let go. Let us explore more of what will surely belong to us tonight,” Mack said with confidence. She raised her palm up and back as Mack kissed her and West undid her bra. He dropped it to the floor and lowered to his knees, cupping both breasts and suckling on each tip back and forth.
“Christ, look at her. Her breasts are huge and so beautiful,” Wesson said.
“God damn, suck harder, West. Make her pussy come,” he said and she moaned into Mack’s mouth.
She pulled from Mack’s lips.
“Oh my God, West.”
“Looks like our Annise is our appetizer tonight,” Miller said and West tilted his head up toward her as she placed a hand on his head and one against his cheek.
“I want to taste you. We all do. Will you let us?” he asked.
She nodded her head.
“Words,” Mack ordered.
“Yes. Yes, I want you to.”
“Nice and slow, a taste before dinner to let Annise know what’s to come if she accepts our bed tonight,” West said to her.
He eased his palms up her skirt. “A body suit, huh? Seems skimpy to me,” he said.
“Let us see,” Miller said and West turned her around, her skirt to her waist and he showed off her perfectly round ass and the thin blue material of the body suit against the crack of her ass.
“Very nice. I’m going to love exploring that ass later,” Wesson said and she gasped. Mack cupped her cheek as he ran his palm along her bare ass and squeezed.
“You’ll love it. We’ll take good care of you, Annise. You will always come first,” he said to her and then kissed her.
* * * *
Annise was shaking and feeling so aroused she didn’t want to waste any more time with this foreplay but to get right to it. It was crazy to feel that way. This was a huge step, continuing to fool around with the knowledge that by doing so meant she would stay the night and make love to five men. She shivered and held on to Mack, who stole a suckle of each breast before turning her around to face West. West undid the buttons against her crotch and she shook and giggled a little, feeling ticklish with his big hands between her legs. She gripped his shoulder.
“Ticklish there?” he asked and she nibbled her bottom lip.
“God damn, I could come from looking at that innocent blush of hers,” Victor added. She glanced up at him but then moaned as West slid fingers to her already sensitive cunt and he stroked her. One, two, three strokes and she came.
“Ohh,” she moaned as her body shook and chills traveled under her skin and she wanted more.
“Holy fuck,” Wesson said and then West lifted her up and placed her onto the island. He spread her thighs and she felt his mouth immediately over her pussy. His tongue thrust into her channel, his whiskers chafed her skin between her legs, adding to the excitement. Add in Wesson and Miller’s moves as they pressed her arms above and back while Victor and Mack began to feast on her breasts. She moaned and cried out, tilted her had back, locking on to Miller’s.
“Let go, baby. God, you look so damn beautiful and sexy. We’re going to take such good care of you and love you,” Miller said, his dark blue eyes sparkled and she could see the hunger, the honesty in them. She wanted that. She wanted so much she ached.