Power Surge: The Billionaire Club, Volume 1 (MFM)

Power Surge: The Billionaire Club

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 86,030
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, MFM, HEA]

In Their Greatest Treasure, Nash and Riker blame themselves for their lover’s death. They’re billionaires, and their club is turning into a dive. Chastity Malone is hired to help Riker and Nash Riley, two sexy twins with attitude. Despite their own losses, together they learn to see the world in a different way. They didn’t count on their pasts reemerging, or possibly losing the woman that completes them.

In A Billion to One, Organized, assertive planner, with trust issues, seeks one-night stand. Chiara thinks it is a plan, and then she meets Cash and Zane, two billionaires that will change her life forever. Not only are they planning on buying out the business she should own, but they save her from abduction, and crimes of revenge, from her father’s past.

Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.

Power Surge: The Billionaire Club, Volume 1 (MFM)
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Power Surge: The Billionaire Club, Volume 1 (MFM)

Power Surge: The Billionaire Club

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 86,030
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Chastity Malone stood in front of her boss, Colt Morgan, as they waited to see an acquaintance of Jett and Flynn Greyson’s, who owned The Phantom, nightclub and restaurant. Now that place was phenomenal. She stood in front of Colt, discussing the reason for the meeting and the fact that two bachelors, Nash and Riker Riley, were looking to redo their night club, The Jewelry Box. She would never even think of stepping into such a club on her own personal time. It was a haven for perverted men looking to get lucky and women who drooled and opened wide for men with deep pockets. And boy, did the Greysons have deep pockets. They were wealthy, and so were their close friends. That was a group of individuals she would never fit in with.

Chastity led a boring, conservative lifestyle. She made sixty thousand dollars a year working with Colt Morgan, and that was just fine with her. She didn’t date. She didn’t trust men, and surely, she didn’t have the ability or the flow of money to invest in things like owning a nightclub or seducing a billionaire.

She respected those who worked hard for their money, just like she did.

She had heard a lot about Nash and Riker. Colt warned her that they were difficult to deal with and that Riker had a bit of a drinking problem.

The door shoved open with a roar of laughter, as two gorgeous, sexy men entered. Following them were two other incredibly good-looking men, Jett and Flynn Greyson. She had helped them improve the restaurant part of their club, The Phantom.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Colt asked as each of the men shook his hand.

Chastity tried to calm her breathing. The amount of testosterone in the room, along with the muscles and good looks, was nearly overwhelming. Sexy designer-shirt-covered perfection stood around her. Suddenly she felt insecure and obsolete. These were four billionaires. All in one room, and all around her, smiling.

Yikes. Down girl. You can handle this.

“Who is this?” one man asked as he looked her over. She immediately saw that look in his eyes. She’d seen it before. She thought she was unaffected by such looks, but not from him. The man gave her goose bumps everywhere. This one had to be Riker. Colt warned her that he was a complete flirt.

“Riker, meet Chastity Malone,” Jett Greyson said then winked.

The others chuckled.

“Chastity, huh?” he asked then smiled. He reached for her hand, and when their fingers touched, he appeared affected. She felt that zing of attraction, and if she could, she would have given herself a swift kick in the behind.

“Hello, Chastity, I’m Nash Riley. It’s nice to meet you,” Nash said.

Riker immediately released her hand, but the reprieve was short lived as Nash took her hand next. Their eyes locked, and once again she felt a zing of attraction.

Not good. These men have reputations. They like to share women for crying out loud. Stay clear. Stay focused. Do your job.

“Nice to meet you both.” She pulled her hand from Nash and his odd, surprised expression. Suddenly, he looked pissed off.

“So, Chastity and I would like to know what exactly you two have in mind for The Jewelry Box?” Colt asked.

“Well, we need changes to be made. We’re not happy with the clientele or the staff.”

Chastity took out her leather binder and notebook and took notes. She crossed her legs, pushed her long, blonde hair over one shoulder, and then fixed her skirt. She realized that the room went silent, and when she looked up, all four men were watching her, and Colt cleared his throat.

“The first thing we need to do is visit the club. We’d like to see it during the day, and then at night. We’ll need access to your staff, the security you have, and the kitchen,” Colt stated.

Chastity swallowed hard. Riker was in a dead stare at her.

She felt self-conscious now. Is this what these men did? Did they stare at a woman like barbarians, and then decide if they wanted to make a move? Perhaps they shopped for women like they shopped for expensive cars and yachts and shit like that. Oh God, why am I shaking? Why is my pussy clenching? Well, you know why. They’re beautiful.

Riker and Nash were nearly identical, but as she watched them explain their likes and dislikes about their club, she saw some major differences in them. Riker was fast. Like a Bugatti Veyron, Riker was very fast. He liked instant, and no connections. He seemed ready to move on to the next thing as he added his comments then looked at his watch repeatedly as if he were impatient to move on to the next place. His eyes were a beautiful bold blue color. They stood out on his handsome face, as much as his very firm lips. He seemed arrogant, yet had already made several jokes that got them all to laugh.

Nash on the other hand, was like a Ferrari, or perhaps even a Jaguar. He seemed discreet, conservative, yet debonair in his designer blue dress shirt and designer dress pants. His shoes were Fendi, or some kind of high-end designer shoes. He had a small scar by his left ear. He looked right at her, and his dark blue eyes bored into her, making her turn away. But even as she scribbled some notes on the paper, she could see his face, and had already memorized his features. These twins could give any sane woman, palpitations. She glanced at them again and found herself undressing them with her eyes. Boxers or briefs? Or perhaps, nothing at all.




She watched the various tropical fish swimming through the water. There were so many different species. Maybe one day she could go snorkeling.

“Is this seat taken?”

She swung her head around the moment she heard Nash’s voice. Surprised to see him here, she felt her jaw drop and then the second voice sounded on her other side.

“How about this one?” Riker asked, and she looked back and forth between them. They leaned forward and she leaned back so it would be easier to talk with them.

“What are you two doing here?”

“We came to see you,” Riker said then smiled. She absorbed the sight of the tight dark blue shirt he wore and his designer jeans. A glance toward Nash, and she was surprised to see him wearing jeans and a nice navy-blue T-shirt. A Polo Ralph Lauren, by the label on the sleeve.

“What? Why? How did you—” She closed her eyes and gave a sigh of understanding. “Colt.” She whispered.

Then she crossed her legs and leaned back against the bench.

What was that man thinking? She was trying to maintain some control and sanity here. Staying away from Nash and Riker was her plan. She just needed to get through opening night tomorrow. Then she wouldn’t have to see them again.

“So, is this why you came up with the idea for our club? You like this stuff?” Nash asked.

She swallowed hard. She could do this. She could have a perfectly natural, platonic conversation and relationship with these two men. So what that her heart was causing her voice box to shut down? Maybe they didn’t notice her nipples pressing hard against the white tank top she wore beneath the sheer white blouse.

“Chastity?” Nash whispered, and then Riker placed his hand over her knee but kept his eyes straight ahead as if he were transfixed on the sea life.

His warm, large hand felt so good against her skin. She felt instantly shielded from harm. Wasn’t that a misconception?

She cleared her throat and tried to push Riker’s hand off her knee, but he wouldn’t budge. “Riker?”

“Tell me about how you came up with the aquarium idea?” Nash asked then faced her as he took her hand into his and held it on his leg. She looked down at it. She felt the excitement, the connection of having both men touch her at once. It was an amazing feeling. She had to look away from Nash. She couldn’t look at either man’s perfect face. It was too much. She felt too much.

She stared at the water in front of her.

“I didn’t pick it because I like this stuff. I asked your staff what things interested you and Riker. After some deep research, and a bit of snooping around, I found out about your fishing magazines and snorkeling trips to Maui, New Zealand, and Costa Rica, Nash. I heard you enjoy going to the beach. And Riker, I found out about your love of collecting unique art, and a bit of a fantasy about mermaids.” She smiled.

Riker squeezed her knee and Nash clasped her fingers between his fingers and gently squeezed.

“You are pretty resourceful,” Nash said.

She looked at him. “I have to be. I have to gain an understanding of the client, so I can make their dreams and visions a reality,” she replied.

Nash stared at her, and she looked up at him. She could get lost in the deep blue of his eyes.

“We didn’t give you much to go on, yet you figured out what we like.”

“Like I said, Nash, I asked your employees.”

Riker moved his hand up her thigh to her waist, and turned toward her. He cupped her face with his hand and moved closer.

“Sounds to me like you interrogated them.”

She was lost in his dark blue eyes, and how the color of his shirt brought out the blue. He leaned closer.

“It doesn’t seem fair.”

“What?” she somehow replied.

“That you know a bit about us, and we know hardly anything about you,” Riker said.

She shyly attempted to look down but Riker wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t shut us out.” He pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her softly as Nash squeezed her hand then moved his fingers and hers up under her skirt and against her skin.

Riker deepened the kiss, as Nash stroked his fingers and her own between her thighs. She kept her legs crossed and tightened up. Pulling from Riker’s kiss, she panted.

“Oh God. What are you doing to me? We’re in a public place,” she stated.

“No one is coming over here,” Riker told her very confidently.

“You don’t know that. This is a public place. Anyone can come around the corner.”

Nash stroked his finger back and forth against the V between her thighs and her panties.

“Honey, sometimes being naughty and fearing getting caught can be a total turn-on,” Riker said.

Nash stroked her panties again. “It can be very stimulating.” She was shocked. Nash was the conservative one. The un-wild twin, or so she thought.

“Oh God, this is crazy.”

“It is, but trust us and we’ll take care of you.” Riker leaned closer and began to kiss her neck and then lick her skin. He cupped her breast and she gasped. Riker covered her mouth with his. He devoured her soft moans as Nash pressed his fingers firmly between her thighs. She was struck with a whirlwind of emotions. Desire, excitement, fear, lust, all consumed her. But she couldn’t move. She could only react to the feel of their strong hands, the power of the kisses, and the safety of their arms.

She didn’t want to resist. Her pussy felt so tight and needy. One touch. Just one stroke and she would shoot off this bench.

Nash leaned against her other side and whispered into her ear. “Open for me. Let me ease that ache, baby.”

Oh my God, I want to. Oh, but I can’t. Can I? Oh hell.

She slowly uncrossed her legs. The need to feel more of Nash’s touch and to relieve the throbbing in her cunt was too much. Combined with the fear, the anticipation that someone may come into the little cove in the corner, aroused her. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but for crying out loud, she liked the feeling she had right now.




“Here are the latest figures in sales from our main distributors and storefronts to the smallest.”

He leaned very close to her, admired her perfume, the smell of her shampoo, and how the file shook slightly. He was making her nervous. She was attracted to them.

“For the record, you look incredibly brilliant and sexy wearing glasses, Chiara.”

Her chin was tilted up toward him and then the reading glasses moved down to the bridge of her nose. She stared up at him. Despite the high heels, she was still shorter.

“I appreciate the compliment. I read a lot. Not just here at work, but at home, too.”

She pulled off her glasses and handed him the folder.

He smiled at her and she just stared at him as if waiting for something else. Perhaps a request? He wasn’t certain.

“You do amazing work here, Chiara. Where do you get your ideas from?” Zane asked as he stood by the other side of the desk.

“I don’t know. I just seem to have a knack for this type of thing. I get excited about advertising and creating campaigns to promote Costiano’s. I have a lot of great ideas.” She lowered her eyes and carelessly organized the very few items on her desk.

Cash placed his hand over hers as he stood right next to her. Her hand was so delicate and small beneath his much larger one. When she looked up into his eyes, he noticed the concerned expression, but also the sparkle in her gorgeous green eyes.

“I bet you have a lot of great ideas. Where do you see the company headed in the next six months?” He slowly trailed his fingers from her hand up her arm. She held his gaze the entire time. Her hand remained flat on the desk and he was certain that was for balance. He could hear her shaky breath.

“I don’t know. The same, I guess.”

He gave a small smile. “Not from a glance at those numbers. Great things could happen to this company with the right leaders,” he told her then brought his hand to her chin. He clutched it gently. She gave a small gasp but didn’t pull away. He knew she felt the attraction.

“God, Chiara, your eyes are stunning.”

He gently brushed his index finger back and forth over the delicate skin of her throat.

“Are you planning on taking over the company?” she asked him. That question brought reality back to the forefront.

He slowly released her chin.

“Honestly?” he asked her.

She slowly nodded her head.

“This company has great potential for further growth. Zane and I are trying to figure out exactly why your father is considering selling at this point in time.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. Apparently, he doesn’t have the confidence in me,” she stated, and he could feel her defeat and upset at that. He felt on the defensive, and concerned for her. She really had the potential, attitude, and desire needed to run this place. So why was her father not allowing it?

“What do you mean?” Zane asked, sitting halfway on the desk in front of them.

Chiara released a sigh. “I’ve worked my way up to this position. I started here at the bottom, in the factory learning about every product and how it is made and manufactured. I didn’t get here because my father owns the company.”

Zane raised his eyebrows at her as if questioning that statement.

“I didn’t,” she said, getting angry with Zane.

Cash felt his cock harden at her assertiveness. She would be a passionate lover, and perhaps recalcitrant to their demands. He imagined her bent over his desk at home, offering up her ass for a spanking because she was naughty.

Damn, it’s getting fucking hot in here.

“Go on. Tell us about it,” Zane stated.

In a flash she tensed up, and pulled back from their perusal. “No. It’s none of your business.”

Zane was around her desk in a flash. He was standing in front of Chiara, and the shock on her face was almost as priceless as the soft moan that escaped her mouth the moment Zane’s hands landed on her hips. He gave them a squeeze, pressing her ass harder against the desk.

“You are our business,” he whispered, staring down into her eyes. She gripped onto his wrists.

“Let go of my wrists, and place your hands behind you, on the desk,” Zane ordered her, and she only hesitated momentarily. Her nipples were hard, poking against the designer blouse she wore. Cash would bet an easy million that her panties were wet.

Holy fuck, Zane was obviously feeling just as aroused and turned on by Chiara as I am.

It was not quite a shock that Chiara resisted.

“Are you crazy or something? Do women just do this because you tell them to?”

Zane didn’t quite smile, but his expression was more like a sly, “I’m in charge” look. “There’s one thing that you’re going to learn pretty damn fast about me, Chiara. I’m always in charge. I get what I want when I want it. There’s no need for your attitude. Cash and I aren’t here to hurt you. In fact, you’ve gained our interest more than this company,” he told her.




Zane was on fire. He was so hard right now and aroused watching his best friend feast on Chiara, he could explode in his pants. And that didn’t happen to Zane Heston.

He devoured Chiara’s moans and loved the feel of her hands caressing him, touching him. She moved them along his waist to his back and he deepened the kiss. He explored her body with his hands, cupping her breast, squeezing her hip and then her ass. She started to press against him, and he began to move his hand lower. She was shorter than them by a foot, and he had to bend slightly to reach the hem of her dress. Their lips parted and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“You taste better than I imagined.”

He slowly moved his hand under her dress. She tightened up and grabbed his wrist. He locked gazes with her.

“Don’t be scared. I bet your pussy is all swollen and needy right now, baby. I want to ease that ache. Cash has the door. No worries.”

“Oh God, Zane, I hardly know you. I shouldn’t let you.”

“You were going to let your friend Heather hook you up for sex. There wouldn’t be this attraction the three of us have. The power and energy flowing between us. It would have been a huge mistake,” Cash stated.

“Huge mistake,” Zane said next.

“Oh God, how embarrassing. It’s not what you think.”

“Shh. I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to be ours. Tonight you’re ours.” Zane kissed along the rim of her nose then to her lips. He pulled on her bottom lip as he tapped her thighs for her to open for him. She didn’t.

“Chiara, open for me. Now,” he said in a firm tone that surprised even him. He held her gaze. Her olive green eyes sparkled, and her lips were parted. She rolled her tongue out to lick her lip, and his cock grew another inch. Fuck

“Do women always do what you want?” She challenged him.

“Usually they do.”


He licked along her lower lip then pulled it into his mouth before releasing it. “Because of the end result.” He pressed his hand between her thighs.

She gripped his shoulders, as they held gazes. “Zane?”

“Open for me.”

“Oh God, I—”

“Open for me now, baby. I promise it will be worth it.”

She hesitated and it was pure torture. He could feel the heat of her pussy from a few inches below where his hand sat. He inched higher and she opened wider. When his fingers pressed over the thin silk panties, she jolted against him. Her lips parted and she hugged him.

“That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me ease that ache.”

“She’s wet, Zane?” Cash asked.

“She’s real wet, Cash.” Zane eased his fingers under the small thin material of her panties. They were thongs. He was sure of it. He was also shocked that her pussy was bare, too.

“Zane please,” she whispered, holding him tight. Her face was pressed against his chest.

“We got you, baby,” Cash said then caressed her hair from her cheeks. Zane took that moment to press a finger up into her slick cunt.

“Oh.” She moaned.

“Shh, baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to the balcony,” Cash teased and then kissed the back of her neck and along her shoulder. Zane adjusted his stance and began to stroke her wet pussy. With each stroke he pushed deeper, and soon she was leaning back against the building.

“God, she looks like a goddess, Zane,” Cash said as Zane pumped his fingers into her. Cash moved in to share in the event.

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