Silent Tears (MFM)

Liberty, Wyoming 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,214
4 Ratings (4.5)
[Menage Amour: Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Mora Whitlaw has had to hide her personality, be someone she wasn’t, most of her life.  A tragedy had to occur for her to finally be set free of the emotional bonds that has trapped her. But watch out. Once lose, she makes up for lost time, causing mayhem and a source of frustration to two men who are set on keeping her no matter what.  Can she give herself to them as she tries deal with her heartbreak, too?
Liam Grier and Dylan Jacobson are two Dom’s and cops, determined to train the fascinating little woman.  They’ve never met someone quite like her and even with their experience they can’t figure out how to keep her out of trouble.
But for God’s sake, don’t tell her that, you might just get more than you bargained for. She might come in a little package, but don’t make the mistake of underestimating her.
Silent Tears (MFM)
4 Ratings (4.5)

Silent Tears (MFM)

Liberty, Wyoming 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,214
4 Ratings (4.5)
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Liam snorted behind him. "You're making a lot of assumptions for just knowing her for a couple of hours."

Dylan turned toward Liam and shrugged. “I know….you’re right. I’ll try to mellow out. But plan on leaving early, Liam. I don’t know how much I can take tonight. I’m feeling edgy already.”

When the men joined them several minutes later, Mora was back in control and laughing at Tommy make silly faces.

The women sat close together on the sofa. Liam and Royce took the rest of the sofa while Clay took a chair. Dylan stood leaning against a wall across from the women drinking his beer, his eyes fixed on Mora, making no attempt to hide the fact he was watching her.

Mora listened to the conversation the men were having but kept her attention on Tommy.

“Mommy, can I go to my room and play with my trucks?”

Isabel kissed the top of his head. “Of course, baby. Call if you need me.”

A bolt of panic raced through her Mora as Tommy left. There went her excuse to ignore the others. Mora’s day had been a very long one, both emotionally and physically draining on her nerves. The drive to get here and the intense conversation at supper, Mora was on her last scrap of energy. She fidgeted as the silence stretched making her already shaky nerves tighten until she sensed they’d shatter. “Um, Isabel have you guys decided on a wedding date?” She kept her eyes on Isabel, trying to ignore the heated looks from Dylan and Liam.

“Yes. June third.” Isabel laughed at the shock and horror on her friend’s face.

Mora sputtered. “But that’s only four months away.”

“I think that’s too long,” Royce grumbled. “She’s lucky we’re giving her that.”

Mora looked wide-eyed at Isabel like she’d never seen her before. “And you’re going to let them…”

Isabel grabbed Mora's hand with both of hers knowing exactly what she was going to say. "I have to learn to pick my battles with these two. If I didn't, I'd be pis…angry with them most of the time."

Clay chuckled. “Good save, baby.”

Isabel rolled her eyes and smirked at Clay while talking to Mora. “Once again picking a battle.”

Mora couldn’t believe how much her friend had changed. She couldn’t, in all fairness, say it was bad either. Now, all Mora saw was contentment and serenity that these men brought to her life and was so thankful for Isabel. She deserved all the happiness she could receive.


Mora visible jerked. “What?”

Isabel laughed, although a frown puckered her brows in concern. "I've asked you a question, twice."

“Hell, I’m sorry. What did you need?” Her body tense when Dylan growled but otherwise didn’t pay attention to him.

"I asked you earlier about the court. You're not planning on going alone, right?"

“Why the hell not? I’m a grown woman. The FBI has most of Allister’s, your brother-in-law’s, people picked up.”

“Most? Some are still out there, one of them could be one of the men that have tried to hurt you. You can’t deny it either because it came from a reliable source.”

Mora narrowed her eyes. "I know exactly what source you're talking about. Listen, Isabel, I don't want you to worry. I've got everything under control."

Isabel looked extremely doubtful and uneasy. “You can’t be blasé’ about this. What does Derek say?”

Dylan straightened abruptly, and Liam sat forward in apprehensive curiosity. The steel and arrogance in Dylan's voice were unmistakable. "Who's Derek?"

Mora ignored him. “He says it’s stupid to go alone and that I need to watch my back.”

“Who the hell is Derek?”

Isabel looked nervously at Dylan and then back at Mora. “Will he be able to be there at all?”

“He said he would try….”

A feral jealous twisted inside him as he growled. “Who the fuck is Derek?”

Different degrees of shock on everyone's faces, all eyes turned to Dylan. Liam was scowling at him. Isabel's men were frowning in confusion. The women sat in complete shock.

Mora's chin went up, and her shoulders straightened as she narrowed her eyes on Dylan. "It's...none…of… your…fucking…business."

Royce and Clay tensed and looked toward their brother. They were prepared to jump in if needed, not that they thought he'd ever hurt her because they were one-hundred percent certain Dylan wouldn't hurt a hair on her head, but they could definitely see him putting her over his knees to redden her ass. They were pretty sure it would not go over so well with their fiancé or Mora.

They could tell it took some strength for Dylan to hold back. Meeting Mora had hit him hard, but they’d never seen him like this before. Clay and Royce understood completely. It had hit them powerfully also when they met Isabel, but they had never intentionally hurt her feelings or goad her into a fight like their brother was doing to Mora. But Dylan had always loved a good argument.

“Jesus Dylan. You need to calm down, man,” Liam said. God, what the hell was wrong with him? He was going to blow any chance they had with her if he kept it up.

A fire burned in Dylan's eyes as he tilted his beer can at her, ignoring everyone else in the room. "You'll pay for that, little girl. I'm looking forward to having you over my lap, and my hand reddens that sweet ass of yours. Soon." His eyes flamed with heat and a promise this had just begun.




Liam raised his head more to see her face. “Has anyone tasted your pussy before?”


Dylan’s thumb rubbed over her other nipple. “Have you had anything in your bottom?”

Her eyes flew open as she tensed. “What? No. Absolutely not!”

Dylan smiled. “Well by the end of the night you’re going to at least have my fingers up your tight ass.”

Mora started squirming to get away. “Nope, nada. No.”

Dylan chuckled, tightened his grip as he nodded. “Yup, ya. Yes.”

Liam could tell she was starting to get worked up, so he slid his hand farther down her pants, used his middle finger to delve in between her tender lips to press on her clit.

All the fight rushed out of her leaving her a soft and docile woman. It was like a switch. Touch her in the right places, and she calms. Liam snorted in his head. How long was this going to last? His smile grew. They'd deal with it, but in the meantime, they got to enjoy and play with her.

All her concentration was on how they were making her feel. Something she'd never felt before. Oh, she'd masturbated before, but having someone else touch you like they know what they're doing. "Awww," she moaned, and her eyes rolled back.

Dylan sat up and quickly unsnapped her jeans and slid them and her underwear off with her shoes and socks. He smiled when her legs immediately spread, giving Liam better access to her.

He didn’t disappoint her. The moment her legs spread, Liam lifted her leg over his hip and slid a finger into her, slowly moving it in and out at a leisurely pace.

Her moans got louder, and her hands gripped the comforter underneath her in a death grip. She made a choking sound when Liam stopped. He had it halfway inside of her, then stopped moving it.

Mora arched her back and tried to move on his finger. “Hey! Move Liam. Please?” she begged.

"Answer Dylan's questions, and I'll reward you," Liam calmly ordered.

Mora looked at Dylan with daze needy eyes. “Ask me,” she demanded.

Dylan grunted. “Why’d you want our attention?”

Mora stared confused. “I’m not sure.”

One of Dylan’s brows cocked up in disbelief.

“No, really. I never wanted a man’s attention in my life, yet I do find I want both of yours. I really don’t know why. Most of the time you just irritate the hell out of me.” She abruptly turned back to Liam. “Now move.”

Liam chuckled and kept his finger still. "You don't tell us. We'll do whatever we want and whenever we want, and we need you to come to grips with that."


Liam’s smile grew. “If we claim you, you’ll be ours. We’ll push you sometimes, we might do things you don’t like or don’t want at the time, but our main objective is to make sure you’re happy, healthy and safe.”

"Okay," she agreed with a sigh.

“We need you to behave, no more fighting with people.”

“Okay,” she said through gritted teeth.

“No more speeding,” Dylan added.

“Okay,” she growled.

“You’ll do what you’re told.”

“Fine,” she yelled.

“No more cussing,” Liam demanded.

“Grrrrrrrr. Whatever,” her voice hoarse with need and anger.

Dylan snorted in disbelief.

They watched her as she tried to fight her inclination to fight with them and it looked like she might just lose.

“I’ll help you out, sugar. Liam let me get some of her cream.” He’d give her something else to focus on.

Mora made a humming noise when Liam pulled out, and Dylan's finger took its place. The friction momentarily took her attention. Dylan pulled his cream covered finger out and went farther down and pressed against her asshole.

Liam pushed back into her pussy and waited to see how she'd take having her ass breached. He smiled when she stilled and seemed to hold her breath. Her face was so expressive right then that he could see every emotion that raced through her. He knew when Dylan was going in when she started making a startled frightened sound.

Mora frowned and tried to push their hands away. “God, what are you doing?”

“We’re making you feel good, sugar.” Dylan steadily pushed in until he bottomed out. He pumped his finger in and out before grabbing more of her cream that was coming out of her in abundance now, wetting both Liam’s and his hands.

He impaled her several times. “Relax. You’re going to love this.”

“Yea?” she snorted. “How about we stick something up your as….ssssss.”

Dylan chuckled as two of his fingers started pushing in, stretching her as they went.

“Oh shit. You need to stop,” she pleaded.

Liam looked at Dylan. “Stop for a second.” His gaze went to her face. “Are we hurting you at all?”

Mora started to nod and then shook her head, a confused crease on her brow. “I think so.”

“No, baby. You’d know if we were hurting you. I want you to tell us how it feels to have both of us inside you at the same time?”

One of her hands went to Dylan's shoulder and the other to Liam's arm unable to figure out how she felt about this. "I can't explain. It's like you're taking over my body or something. When you guys touch me, I dissolve into a mass of need." Mora tossed her head a few times as Dylan moved in short slow increments inside her. "Ooohh, God Dylan…." She could feel both places tighten on their fingers and she was unable to stop it. "It's like my whole system's rewired and I have a need unlike I've ever felt. A need that was quickly becoming painful in my stomach."

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