[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
When Cherilyn Barker casts aside her inhibitions with Doms Thayer Denning and Evan Rydell after hours in the gym they co-own, she awakens her submissive desires. Her late husband has been dead for eighteen months, and Cherilyn is lonely. Evan and Thayer seem like the perfect answer to her fantasies, until someone breaks into the gym and leaves behind a tie that belonged to her late husband. Thayer has recently broken up with his on-again, off-again sub, and is just looking for a woman who will love him. Life seems perfect when Cherilyn becomes not only his sub, but also the woman he loves. Until the man playing cat and mouse with the Racy police kidnaps her, that is… Evan Rydell has never truly given his heart to a sub, until Cherilyn falls into the role with him and Thayer. He’s in love with her, and when she disappears one stormy night, he will move heaven and earth to find her.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 STARS: "I loved Pleasing Her Racy Doms, very sexy as always. Cherilyn, a war widow has been secretly coveting the hot bods of her gym’s owners for months now, but she’s afraid she won’t be able to handle either both of them or their BDSM lifestyle. When the three finally confess their yearnings for each other, the resulting threesome is explosive." -- Alberta, Manic Readers
4 COCKTAILS: "Right out of the chute, let me tell you, “Pleasing Her Racy Doms” has one of the longest, sexiest, most intimate menage BDSM scenes I’ve ever read, and I loved every second of it. Tara Rose has written a lot of books with such wonderful characters, but I think that she has completely outdone herself with this one. Cherilyn Barker has been through a tragedy, and Thayer Denning and Evan Rydell are willing to do everything they can to help her through it. Once again, there is an obstacle that they have to overcome in order to find their true happiness. Racy, Indiana has its share of mystery and suspense, and this story doesn’t stray from that. I don’t know how she does it, but Tara Rose consistently brings us a plot that is well thought out and VERY well written. It’s absorbing and it catches you right away. We feel for the heroine. We cheer for the heroes. Our hearts melt when the three of them are together. It’s perfect. The BDSM elements of the story are a little stronger in “Pleasing Her Racy Doms”. However, it’s not something that is overwhelming. It’s not in your face, and it’s never uncomfortable. The characters take precautions and follow the three main BDSM rules. Everthing must be safe, sane, and consensual. In all of the scenes, EVERYTHING is done with permission, and it’s even explained in detail when questions arise. I have learned a lot by reading Tara’s books. If you love menage (with or without BDSM elements) as much as I do, I definitely think that you shuould pick this one up. It is the sixth in the “Racy Nights” series. It’s a stand alone, but I recommend that you read the books in order. You’ll love it, and you’ll want to pack up and move to Racy." -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books
Evan caught Mayor Bernie Crumb’s eye, and walked over to shake his hand yet again, and thank him yet again, for showing up. He hated the man, and was convinced he paid people every four years to get him reelected. Nothing else would explain why such a douche bag kept his job, time after time.
The photographer who had followed Bernie around all evening, and whose name Evan couldn’t seem to remember to save his life, snapped a ridiculous amount of pictures when Bernie smiled his fake smile and shook Evan’s hand. He thanked Evan profusely for his and Thayer’s contribution to the city, all the while glancing around to make sure everyone who was still in the gym heard him and was watching. Evan kept a smile plastered on his face until his cheeks ached, and tried not to puke.
This man had publicly denounced not only Maddox’s club but also every Racy resident who was in the lifestyle so many times now that Evan had lost count. And in Racy, there were a surprising number of residents who were into BDSM, so Bernie was kept pretty busy with his condemnation speeches. He’d recently tried to block Maddox and his cousin, Ellis, from opening their large homes to the residents whose houses and apartments had been demolished by the tornado, but since Ellis McCree was the building inspector, and his good friend Chase Taylor, also a Dom, was the building commissioner, Bernie had been effectively voted down.
Now, he was just sucking up for future votes, and everyone knew it. When he finally finished his speech, he received a few seconds of polite applause, but for the most part everyone ignored him. By the time Evan was finally able to join Thayer again, his stomach felt queasy. He also had a strong urge to wash his right hand. He could still feel Bernie’s damp sweat on it.
“Brown nose.” Thayer was on his second drink, which was very unusual for him.
“Would you rather have done it?”
“Hell no. I saw him eyeing us and I ignored him.”
“Cherilyn is coming this way again.” Evan’s pulse raced, and his dick jumped to attention. She was probably just coming over to say good night, but it was still more attention than she’d ever paid either of them outside of seeking training advice in the gym. She looked a bit unsure, and that made Evan want to protect her. From what, he didn’t know. Maybe from himself.
“You two need any help cleaning up?”
Wow. That was more than anyone else had offered. Most of the attendees were gone now, and the other gym members who had volunteered to do everything from take tickets, as Cherilyn had done, to tend bar were packing up to leave. He’d assumed that he and Thayer would be stuck doing all the cleanup. Not that he minded. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at home.
“I’m sure you’re tired,” he said.
She shook her head and glanced around. “Not a bit. This has been so much fun. You guys did a good thing tonight. Any idea how much money was raised?”
Thayer didn’t skip a beat. “Between the price of the tickets, the cash bar, and the private donations we received, somewhere in the neighborhood of sixty thousand dollars.”
Evan grinned at Cherilyn and cocked a thumb toward Thayer. “He sleeps with his calculator.”
Cherilyn laughed loudly, but the sound wasn’t abrasive or embarrassing. Instead, it washed over him like warm summer rain, filling his head with erotic images of her dancing dark eyes, and that thick dark hair spread out on a pillow. He was in deep trouble here.
“Is that true, Thayer?”
Thayer grinned, and Evan narrowed his eyes as he waited for Thayer to speak. He knew that look in Thayer’s eyes. He wasn’t immune to Cherilyn after all. In fact, things were about to get very interesting.
“That’s Doctor Thayer to you, missy.”
“Oh, excuse me. I forgot you have a PhD. No wonder your math skills are legendary. Can you ever forgive me?”
“I don’t know. I may have to make you work it off.”
“Well, I did volunteer to help you clean up.”
“We’ll take you up on that. Right, Evan?”
“Sure. It’s appreciated, Cherilyn.” His gaze roved over her dress. “Only, do you have workout clothes here in your locker? I’d hate to see you ruin that dress.”
A flush crept up her neck. “Yes…yes I do. I’ll go and change, and then you can tell me what to do.”
Oh, why had she said that? As Evan watched her walk toward the locker rooms, all sorts of things he’d love to order her to do ran through his mind, and they had nothing to do with cleaning.
Cherilyn put her arms around Evan and reached up to kiss him. His lips were as warm and soft as she’d imagined them to be, and it had been so damn long since she’d had a man’s lips on hers that she couldn’t stop one leg from curling around his thigh, or her fingers from tangling in his soft hair.
Loud moans escaped her throat as she parted her lips to let his tongue inside. She was actually dizzy, although that might have been due more to the champagne than his kiss. Either way, she loved it. His hands brushed over her back and down to her ass, settling there as his tongue continued to assault her mouth. She pressed closer, and was rewarded with the pressure of a hard dick against her lower abdomen.
“What the fuck?”
Cherilyn broke the kiss first at the sound of Thayer’s voice. His gaze wasn’t on her. It was planted squarely on Evan, and the expression in his stormy eyes was full of anger and disbelief.
“It’s my fault,” she said. “I kissed him.”
Thayer’s anger melted away into surprise, and then he tilted his head and gave her a thoughtful look. She still hadn’t let go of Evan, and she didn’t want to. His hands were still on her ass, and she hoped he kept them there.
Cherilyn licked her lips and tried not to think. She simply reacted for the first time in her life. Moving one hand from Evan’s hair, she held it out toward Thayer. “Why don’t you come on over and join the party?”
The lust that filled his eyes forced a sigh from her lips. She had been certain he’d say “no fucking way” or something equally deflating. Was this really happening?
“Are you sure?” His voice was quiet, and the fact that it was also a bit shaky caused her heart to give a strange lurch. How could these sexier-than-hell men be unsure of themselves with any woman?
“Very sure,” she whispered.
Evan moaned softly at her words, and then he nuzzled her neck. “Thank you,” he whispered. Cherilyn threw back her head as he planted tiny kisses and nips along her jawline and down her neck. His hat fell off, but neither of them bent down to retrieve it.
Thayer strolled over and moved behind her. As he did, Evan moved his hands off her ass and brushed them over her breasts. Cherilyn moaned loudly, and then her moans turned into a steady drone of pleasure as Thayer grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them in his strong hands.
“You have the fucking sexiest ass, Cherilyn.” He kissed her hair, her back, and then her neck. Evan continued lavishing his attention on the other side of her neck.
Cherilyn wasn’t able to process the competing sensations. The erotic images that had raced through her mind all evening, and pretty much every time she’d been to the gym, couldn’t hold a candle to the reality of these men touching her and kissing her at the same time. She didn’t know if it was right, wrong, or someplace in between. She only knew she didn’t want it to stop.
Thayer’s erection pressed up against her ass crack, and Cherilyn let out a loud exhale as he began to grind it against her. When Evan pulled off her workout top, she whispered incomprehensible words as his fingers twisted her nipples into taut peaks. Passion raced like tiny electric jolts across her skin, stinging and burning. Her entire body was on fire. She’d do anything these two men wanted.
Behind her, Thayer let go of her ass long enough to tear off his shirt, and then he moved his hands to the waistband of her workout pants. When he tugged them off, her panties came with them. He took off her socks and shoes as well. As Evan took off his shirt, Thayer grabbed her breasts from behind and kneaded them until she thought she’d go out of her mind with need.
Her breath came in short gasps as she watched Evan take off his shoes, socks, and pants. He tore off his boxers and a thick, red dick sprang out, pointing straight at her, twitching and ready.
“On your knees, Cherilyn.”
His voice was soft but commanding, and it sent waves of tiny contractions straight to her soaking wet pussy. This was really going to happen. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her hands around his cock, licking up and down the shaft in slow, unhurried strokes. She loved the salty, musky taste, and hoped Thayer would let her give him a blow job as well. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
She heard the rustling of clothing, and then Thayer was standing next to Evan, his dick just as big and red and ready. She took it in one hand and kept her other one on Evan’s, alternating between the men. They made sexy noises in the backs of their throats as she licked them. Her pussy was soaking wet now, and her clit had begun to throb. If these two knew how many times she’d imagined doing this they’d be shocked. Or, maybe not.
“That feels fantastic,” said Thayer. “Stand up.”
She did as he asked, and he cupped her face with both hands, staring into her eyes with so much intensity she wasn’t sure if she should be fearful or even more aroused than she was right now. When he kissed her, fireworks exploded inside her head. His tongue moved over hers in delicious ways as Evan kneaded her ass cheeks.
When Evan slapped each one, she moaned loudly into Thayer’s open mouth and pushed her body backward toward him, wanting more. These two were Doms in a BDSM club. Would they do things to her that they did to submissives in the club? Could she handle that? She wasn’t sure what to expect, or what her reactions might be, but she wanted to find out.