Proud to be Their Woman (MFM)

Men of the Border Lands 21

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,307
3 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Science Fiction, Menage, Futuristic/Post Apocalyptic, MFM, HEA]

Charlie agrees to give life with Denver and Gordon a try but she isn’t sure she wants to be their forever woman. She’s found men to be lazy and crude. Will Gordon and Denver turn out to be just like all the rest or will the fact that they look like they are hard workers prove her wrong?

Denver and Gordon are sure that Charlie is the woman for them. They have to prove to her that they are good men and will protect her as well as provide for her. They have to convince her to give them a chance then live up to their promises so that she’ll stay with them and be their woman.

Charlie is surprised at how caring they are and soon finds out that they weren’t making unfounded promises at all. They were good men who worked hard and wanted to take care of her. Maybe she wouldn’t mind being their woman after all.

Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.

Proud to be Their Woman (MFM)
3 Ratings (4.7)

Proud to be Their Woman (MFM)

Men of the Border Lands 21

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,307
3 Ratings (4.7)
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She thought she heard something nearby and stopped what she was doing to listen. At first, she didn’t hear anything, then she heard it again. It sounded like someone walking through the woods. They were making a good bit of noise. She quickly abandoned the skin and grabbed her spear and bow and arrows. She ran inside and told everyone to lock up and stay quiet. She slipped outside to be ready should they find the house.

To her horror, two men emerged from the trees and stopped, staring at the house as if seeing it for the first time. One was blond with straight shaggy hair. He was about six feet with a strong work honed body. The other one had dark brown shaggy hair that was wavy and pulled back from his face. He looked to be about six feet four inches and was maybe a couple of years older than the other man. He had rugged features and looked a bit more muscular than the first man.

She readied her spear should they approach the house. She wouldn’t hesitate to use it. She’d protect her sisters no matter what.

“I don’t remember anyone living in this place the last time we came this way, do you, Gordon?” the first man asked.

“No. They’ve done a lot of work to it. Looks good,” the second man said.

“Better keep going. Don’t want them to think we’re going to bother them,” the first man said.

They turned to go when a bear entered the clearing, heading straight for the men. They immediately swung their packs around and put them between themselves and the bear. One of the men grabbed a knife from the sheath at his side and held it up in a fighter’s stance, dropping the pack, while the other man did the same.

Charlie couldn’t stand there and do nothing, so she stepped out of her hiding spot and attacked the bear with her spear, taking its focus off the men. It reared back and swatted at her spear, but she’d dealt with bears before and knew that to keep it from breaking her spear she had to keep it from making solid contact.

Soon Jackie and Grace were by her side with their own spears. They quickly drove the bear from the clearing. It decided that there was nothing of interest worth dealing with the annoying humans and their prickly spears.

Charlie kept her spear up and pointed toward the two men as they sheathed their knives and picked up their packs.

“Thanks,” said the one called Gordon. “We appreciate the help.”

“You’re welcome,” Charlie said, still not lowering her spear.

“I’m Denver and this is Gordon,” the other man said.

“I’m Charlie and this is Grace and Jackie. You can be on your way now.”



Finally, Gordon emerged from the bathroom, drying off. He dropped the towel next to the bed and climbed in. He pulled Charlie from Denver’s arms and hugged her tightly against him before taking her mouth in a searing kiss. She gasped and he took advantage to deepen the kiss with his tongue, taking hers on a trip into madness as he made love to her using only his mouth.

Her body melted against his with her nipples hardening to diamond points and her pussy dripping her juices between her legs. She wanted him. Wanted his hard cock between her legs, pounding away inside of her. All of this from a kiss. His kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his brown eyes were almost glowing with lust. He dug his hands in her hair and pulled on it as he lowered his mouth to her neck to kiss the wound there then he moved to her breasts where he bit and kissed every inch of them until he had left his mark on her there as well. She cried out, lifting her leg to pull him in toward her.

“I need you, babe. I need to be inside you. Tell me it’s okay. Tell me I can have you tonight,” Gordon said.

“I need you, too. Please, Gordon,” she whispered in a broken voice.

“God, yes,” he said.

He pulled back and knelt between her legs. He rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit until he was covered in her juices.

“Fuck, you’re so damn wet. All for me. You want me, don’t you, babe,” he said.

“Yes, I want you,” she said.

Denver scooted closer to the edge giving them more room.

He lifted her legs and started the slow slide inside her as he pressed forward into her opening. He was thick and hard, but she was wet and needy. He moved in one inch at a time until after pulling back and thrusting back in he finally made it all the way inside her slick pussy. Charlie sighed with contentment. He was hers.

* * * *

Gordon threw back his head and heaved out a breath. He was balls deep inside his woman. She was his and Denver’s, but for right now, she was his. He’d almost lost her, and it had been his fault. Never again would he take anything for granted. He’d check everything twice if he needed to, to assure her safety.

Her tight, hot cunt squeezed him as he moved in and out of her. He had to bite back a curse as she moved with him. Every time she rolled her hips, she squeezed his dick like a fucking vise. It felt equal parts good and a living hell. He needed to come so bad, but he wanted it to last. His balls were boiling with the need, but he was going to drag it out for as long as possible. He wanted to be inside her for as long as possible.

She moaned, her hands going to his arms, her nails digging in as she moved her head from side to side. She was close, but not close enough that he had to worry that her orgasm would trigger his own. He still had time. Time to relish the time he had to be there wrapped in his woman’s embrace. Her legs wrapped around him, her pussy around his dick and her hands clasping his arms. This was where he wanted to be.

And he’d almost lost it.


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