Straight Up (MFM)

Frostbite Falls Christmas 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,461
1 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Victoria Willis always gets what she wants. Everything except Sam and Trevor Sullivan. After an explosive night under the fourth of July fireworks, they've done everything they can to avoid her. But in Frostbite Falls you can't escape Victoria forever. Especially when she has a plan. Which she most certainly does, for this year's Christmas ball.
Sam and Trevor Sullivan moved to Frostbite Falls six months ago to take over their uncle's feed store after their own business failed. They can't afford to have anything get between them and success this time, even Vic Willis. No matter how sweetly she comes apart beneath them.
But when Victoria propositions them at the ball, they can't deny her. Which ends just as explosively as that fourth of July night. There is no denying the pull between them, but can the amazing Victoria Willis settle for two screw ups like them? Or are they doomed to fail her, just like they have everything else?
Note: This book contains double penetration. 
A Siren Erotic Romance


Straight Up (MFM)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Straight Up (MFM)

Frostbite Falls Christmas 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,461
1 Ratings (4.0)
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“What do you think of your first Frostbite Falls Ball?”

Trevor tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed the woman now standing beside him. Not that anyone could not notice Victoria Willis. Every time she walked into a room all eyes went to her. Especially his. But he had to pretend, or the truth of what happened between them would be out in the open. To his cousin, if no one else.

Every second since they’d entered the room tonight, his attention had been focused on her. He didn’t want to be. He tried to focus on something else. The drinks, the decorations, taking apart his food to try and figure out what it was. But nothing could keep his eyes from shifting back to her. His gaze always found her black dress in the crowd like the worst version of Where’s Waldo? he’d ever played.

“It’s great.” Trevor would have lied to make her happy. He wouldn’t have thought twice about it. But he didn’t have to. It really was amazing. The room looked fantastic, all bright and red and cheery. Every inch of the place dripped with decorations, glass balls, twinkle lights, snowflakes, and evergreen bows, yet not too much that it looked gaudy.

He could only imagine the time it had taken to hit just the right level of beautiful to have the whole room awing without being over the top. But that was Vic. She set just the right tone everywhere she went. Or more accurately, Vic set the tone, and everyone else followed along.

“You did a phenomenal job.” The way Sam looked up at her detailed every ounce of what he felt for her. Sam had never been any good at concealing his emotions. Not from anyone but certainly not from him. Which was exactly why this woman was off-limits. And always would be.

Trevor had never stolen a woman from his cousin, and he never would. Sam didn’t fall fast. He wasn’t quick to love, or even like most of the time. If he wanted this woman, Trevor wouldn’t get the way. Sam had always been there for him, even when he didn’t deserve it. That was far more important than any woman. Even Victoria Willis. No matter how good she’d felt pressed between him and a barn wall. He was a strong follower of bros before hoes.

Sam smiled at her, every inch of emotion radiating from his gaze. “I think it’s the best Christmas party I’ve ever been to.”

He was right about that. It probably was the best Christmas party Trevor had ever attended. Though with her standing before him, her black lacy dress detailing every inch of her gorgeous body, the best Christmas party he could think of was her and him naked beneath a sprig of mistletoe. He could wear a Santa hat if she needed a little more theme for the evening. As long as he wore nothing else, he didn’t care.

“You like everything about the ball?” The mischievous look in her eyes set his blood pounding. A little bit of wild combined with enough brilliance to have him desperately wanting to know what she was thinking.

Her eyes dipped to the red bubbly drink on the table before them. “Enjoying your Mistletoe Mimosa?”

Sam glared at the bright red drink, swallowing deep. “It’s great.” His mother had taught him to be polite. To say please, thank you, and always tell the hostess of a party everything looked fantastic, even if it didn’t.

“So you don’t want to try the bottle of whiskey I snuck in?” That evil smile of hers expanded a little wider.

“Woman after my own heart.” Trevor clutched his chest. Half in play, and partially because it did feel a little like his heart might beat out of his chest. He loved a woman who could handle her booze, and one that brought the booze was even better.

“You brought in a bottle of whiskey?” Their tastes had always run similar, whether it was video games, cars or girls. Trevor wasn’t surprised to hear the same admiration in his cousin’s voice that he felt for Vic.

“Of course. I can’t stand these frilly drinks. I’m a whiskey girl through and through.” She looked around the room, checking to see if anyone was watching. “I left it upstairs in the mayor’s private room. If you’re interested, we could sneak a drink.”

This was dangerous and Trevor knew it. But he’d never been good at fighting temptation. That was half the reason he and Sam worked so well together. All gas and no brake could be dangerous. But the offer of not only real booze, but time alone with the woman he’d been dreaming about for almost six months, was far too much to resist.

He was only human.

One glance at Sam showed he was more conflicted. His eyes stared daggers toward Trevor, even as he maintained a smile in Vic’s direction. Trevor didn’t need to be able to read minds to tell what he was thinking. How much bodily harm he was threatening to visit upon Trevor if he didn’t tell Vic no.

But drinking these frilly pink and red drinks wasn’t an option. Neither was spending the rest of the night in a suit with no alcohol at all. So his choices were limited. “Lead the way.”




Twisting his fingers beneath the straps, he shoved them down her arms. Her dress gaped open in the front, exposing her chest to just below the edge of her strapless bra.

His fingers danced across her arms and back, sending ribbons of pleasure across each inch of newly exposed flesh. “You have the softest skin.” He brushed kisses along her neck, to her shoulders. “I love these freckles.” His lips brushed across her collarbone, pressing a kiss to each freckle he found. Given the millions of freckles that covered her shoulders and chest, it would be a lengthy task to hit them all, but she was more than willing to let him try.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, giving him more space to explore. Each soft kiss against her skin sent another quiver of pleasure through her.

“I’ve dreamed about these freckles for months.”

“Really?” Trevor laughed, his breathing still ragged from their kiss. “You’ve been dreaming about freckles? I’ve been dreaming about her breasts.”

Trevor tugged her dress the rest of the way off her arms, exposing her to the navel. “They’re so soft and round. I bet they even taste sweet.” His hungry eyes threatened to consume her right there on the spot, and she couldn’t think of a reason to stop him. If there was one, she had no interest in finding it. “We didn’t get that far last time. But I won’t let the opportunity pass me by this time.” The corners of his lips turned up in a wicked grin, and her stomach did a happy somersault.

“Why don’t you give them a taste and find out?” Sam flicked open the fastenings of her bra, and the lace slipped away from her breast to pile at her stomach. Her nipples puckered in the cool air. Goose bumps broke out across her chest, which was only partly due to the temperature.

“I like your style, cous.” Trevor chuckled, before sucking a nipple into his mouth. She cried out, arching her back. She combed her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest as he flicked his tongue across her breast.

“I was right. Very sweet.” She could feel, rather than see, the smile on his face pressed against her skin. Then his lips were back around her nipple, sucking so hard every nerve in her body shook.

“That does look good,” Sam mumbled against her neck, before flicking his tongue across her skin.

She held on tight, as she melted into a pile of goo pinned between them. Their two mouths on her, their hands gliding across her skin. Everything she’d dreamed about for six months and more was finally coming true. The desperation in their hands echoed through her, finding a similar need deep inside her.

Dizzy, she clung harder to them. Squirming across Sam’s lap as they continued to nibble at her skin. It was all so much, maybe too much, but damn it if she wasn’t going to do everything in her power to experience it all. She’d worked hard to get here, and she would have her rewards.

A deep moan echoed against her skin. Sam leaned back, his face the picture of pain and anticipation. “Oh god, honey, I can’t wait any longer.” Sam tightened his arm around her waist, crushing her body into his. “I wish I could, Vic, but I can’t. I just can’t.” He twisted on the couch, flipping onto his back with her pinned to his lap. It only took one good shove to push her dress over her hips. Another set of hands grabbed the fabric and jerked it the rest of the way off, leaving her laying on top of Sam in only her underwear.

“Her tits were real nice, but this ass is a work of art.” Trevor traced his fingers beneath the lace of her underwear, caressing her cheeks. Her skin tingled beneath his fingers, and her clit throbbed. She wanted to shift her hips, to rub against Sam, or Trevor, or both, but she forced herself to stay still as he tugged the underwear down her body. A little bit of patience was a small price to pay for finally being naked between them.

She moaned as his fingers skimmed her body, creating an arc of heat through every inch of her. His fingers danced across her spine, over her shoulder blades, before wrapping around her nape, she almost wanted to cry.

“The whole package seems pretty good to me.” Sam winked as he unfastened a few more of his shirt buttons.

“Just good?” Victoria had been called a lot in life, but just good wasn’t one of them. She could handle a lot of other names before just good.

Sam smiled, cupping her face in his hands and leaning up until only an inch separated their mouths. “I meant pretty fucking amazingly gorgeous.”

“That’s better.” She filled in the space between them, pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss that had her temperature rising another few degrees. She cast a glance behind her, meeting Trevor gaze and making herself clear to both of them. “And you better not forget it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Trevor pressed a kiss to her throat.

“I’ve learned my lesson.” Sam smirked, though she didn’t really believe him, given his only punishment was a stern look and a hot naked woman spread across him.

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