Saving Jeslyn (MFMM)

The Rescue Ranch 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 47,717
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, Contemporary, Cowboys, Western, Soldiers, Mild Paranormal Elements, MFMM, HEA]

Jeslyn Brown is a psychic and hates being touched. Dealing with psychometry isn’t conducive to getting close to anyone physically or emotionally.

After a hellish childhood growing up in the system, keeping her distance from people so they didn’t touch her, she was labelled a freak. Dealing with psychometry, a psychic gift or curse, and coping with visions from touch didn’t make for a happy or comfortable childhood.

When Storm, Nelson and Bastian Davis, owners of Rescue Ranch, find Jes in her car and realize she’s sick, they take her back to their ranch to take care of her.

The men slowly gain her trust and she finally tells them about herself, but instead of getting skepticism from them, they believe her.

Jes finally tells the brothers that she’s being hunted by a serial killer and they vow to protect her and keep her safe.

But sometimes plans and promises aren’t enough and can’t be kept.

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

Saving Jeslyn (MFMM)
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Saving Jeslyn (MFMM)

The Rescue Ranch 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 47,717
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STORY EXCERPT

Jeslyn felt as if she’d been pulled through a hedge backward. Her whole body ached and she was feeling lethargic but when she opened her eyes and she saw that she was no longer in her car, she gasped and bolted up.

That was a mistake because moving so quickly made her feel dizzy and her stomach churned with nausea. She had vague recollections of throwing up before but everything was so hazy she wondered if she’d dreamt it.

She glanced around the room, not remembering how she’d gotten here, let alone where she was but that was the least of her worries. Her gloves were gone and so were her clothes. She was wearing what looked like a man’s T-shirt which swam on her smaller frame. One of her shoulders was exposed and though she adjusted it, she knew it wouldn’t stay there for long. The man who owned the shirt had to be huge and that scared the crap out of her.

She didn’t know if she was in danger or anything else. Wanting to get out of here as quickly and as quietly as she could, she shoved the covers aside, shifted to the edge of the mattress and sat until she’d caught her breath again.

Jeslyn couldn’t believe how weak she felt and though she knew she must’ve been sick she had no idea what she’d caught. It could’ve been the flu but she couldn’t remember coming into contact with anyone who’d been sick.

“Glad to see you awake, baby.”

She was so lost in thought, she didn’t hear anyone enter the room until the man spoke and his voice was so deep and she startled so baldly, she fell off the bed with a shriek.

“Shit! I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He rushed toward her and though she tried to scramble away out of his reach, he moved fast for a big man.

“Don’t touch me,” she said but she was too late.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Jes. I’m helping you.” He gripped both of her arms, lifted her to her feet, then he helped her onto the bed. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She looked up at him, her lips parted with shock as she shook her head.

“Are you sure? Your face is pale.”

“I don’t understand,” she said to herself.

He sat beside her on the bed. “What don’t you understand, Jeslyn?”

“Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? How can you touch me and not…”

“Firstly, my name is Storm Davis. My brothers, Nelson, Bastian and I rode to the lake a few days ago and found you passed out in your car. We brought you back here to our home, Rescue Ranch. We had the doctor check you over and he diagnosed you as being severely dehydrated and you also had mild symptoms from the virus that’s apparently been making the rounds through the country. Why did you ask ‘how I could touch you and not’…? Not what, baby?”

“I don’t remember,” she answered, avoiding his gaze.

“Do you need help to the bathroom? I can carry you if you’re not strong enough to get there on your own.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, frowning.

“We went through your purse and wallet. The doctor needed to know who you were to look up your medical history and see if you were allergic to any medication.”

“I’m not,” she said.

“Yeah, so the doc figured out. I’ll bet you’d like a shower. Why don’t you go and wash? You’ll feel much better. Your clothes are unpacked and in the dresser. I’ll have something light ready for you to eat when you’re done.” Storm stood and strode toward the door, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Just call out if you need some help, baby.”

Jes sighed when he left, closing the door behind him. She closed her eyes, trying to rid herself of his picture from her mind but she was sure his huge image was etched into her retinas. Storm was a tall man, standing at around six and a half feet. He had short brown hair, brown scruff on his chin, jaw and upper lip and he had the kindest brown eyes she’d ever seen. He also had wide shoulders, large biceps and muscular pectorals which had seemed to strain the confines of his T-shirt. He’d been wearing loose worn jeans which had cupped his sexy ass to perfection.

When she realized she was thinking about his handsome face and his muscular physique, she attempted to push him from her mind. She stood carefully. Glad that she was no longer woozy, she collected some clothes and headed toward the attached bathroom.

Half an hour later, feeling a bit more human after bathing, washing her hair, then brushing it and her teeth, she was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless shirt. She made the bed and without bothering to put shoes on, she exited the bedroom and slowly walked down the hallway.

She was almost to the kitchen when she realized she hadn’t put her gloves on and though she was still shocked that she hadn’t felt anything other than touch when Storm had grasped her arms, she wasn’t willing to take any more chances. Not after the fiasco in Virginia, Minnesota.

“Jes, what’s wrong?” Storm asked as she turned back toward the bedroom.

She’d been hoping that he and the other two men sitting in the kitchen hadn’t heard her or noticed her. She glanced at him over her shoulder and said, “I need my gloves.”

“Why?” one of the other guys asked, frowning.

“None of your business,” she replied.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“More what, baby?” Storm asked gruffly, then he decided to ask her outright. “You want more of a massage or do you want us to touch and kiss you? Do you want us to make love with you, Jes?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Nelson asked.

“Yes to everything,” she answered.

Storm tugged the towel off and tossed it aside. He skimmed his hands over her legs, her ass and up her back before caressing back down her body again. He made sure to give her inner thighs attention and just as he was about to caress her ass again, she tensed.

Bas, Nelson and Storm pulled their hands off her and Storm hoped they hadn’t scared her, but he had his answer a moment later when she rolled over onto her back.

Storm eyed her stunning body over, his gaze lingering on her pert breasts then down to the blonde curls between her legs. He snagged hold of the back of his shirt, pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor.

“You’re so strong and muscular,” she said softly, staring at his chest.

“Working on the ranch keeps us fit, sweetie,” Bas said after he removed his shirt. Nelson did the same.

Storm wanted to stand up and shove his jeans and boxer briefs off but he didn’t want Jes intimidated by the size of his hard dick. Instead he maneuvered back between her legs, shifted toward the end of the mattress and lowered to his belly.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I need a taste of that sweet smelling cream, baby. I’m going to lick that sexy little cunt until you’re screaming with pleasure.” Storm hooked her legs over his arms, using his shoulders so she couldn’t close them and he bent toward her pussy.

“I need a taste too,” Nelson said just before he cupped one of her breasts in his hands, drew the nipple into his mouth and suckled. She moaned.

“I need a kiss,” Bas stated then slanted his mouth over hers.

Storm licked up through her folds, groaning at his first delectable taste of her on his tongue and then he swirled his tongue over her clit.

She moaned and bucked her hips up toward his mouth. He circled his tongue around the engorged nub, loving her soft, shocked cries of pleasure and though he wanted to get up, strip off and drive his dick into her wet heat, he wanted to make her come first. She was a virgin and he needed her to be saturated so he didn’t hurt her too much, if at all when he finally loved her and made her his.

Moving his arm further around one of her legs, he splayed his hand on her belly, applying pressure to hold her down in case she tried to buck him off.

He lapped back down through her folds, rimmed the tip of his tongue around her entrance then he dipped inside of her honied cunt and he groaned as her juices spilled onto his taste buds. Storm loved how she tasted, tangy and sweet and though he could have spent hours eating her out, he wanted to make her climax more so he could then get inside of her.

He licked up toward her clit again and this time he used his free hand, slowly penetrating her with one of his fingers. He glanced up at her when her moan was muffled and saw that Nelson was ravishing her mouth, tangling and dancing his tongue with hers while rolling and pinching one of her nipples.

Bas was suckling on the other peak while caressing his hands over her ribs and anywhere else within reach.

She was breathing fast and moaning every time she exhaled, which was music to his ears, but he wanted her screaming.

Storm pumped his finger, caressing her walls as he delved deeper and deeper into her pussy. After a few strokes, he added another digit, parting his fingers and stretching her out. Turning his hand, he thrust back into her, curling his fingers slightly and rubbing over her G-spot.

“Oh!” she cried out, jolting at the same time.

He pushed her more firmly into the mattress with his hand on her belly and then he pressed three fingers into her, driving them in and out, increasing the speed of his shunting digits each time he plunged them back into her body. He also made sure to rub her hot spot and he started to lash her clit.

Her breathing escalated, she writhed beneath him and his brothers. Her belly muscles jumped under his palm and her legs began to tremble. When her moans became louder and more frequent, Storm knew she was getting close.

Ramping up the speed of his pumping fingers, he finger fucked her harder and faster. He applied more pressure with his tongue, licked her clit more quickly and he gazed up at her.

Nelson and Bas were both sucking on her tits but he could still see her face through the gap between their heads. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and her lips were parted. She was rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, gasping and moaning.

Storm felt the tension in her legs and her stomach muscles. Her thighs were quivering and as she sucked in a deep breath of air, while he still pistoned his fingers into and out of her cunt then stopped breathing altogether, he knew she was right there.

Opening his lips, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked on the distended knot of nerves.

She opened her eyes wide, stared at the ceiling and screamed as she orgasmed. “Storm!”

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