The Battlefield Series 8: Fears of the Brokenhearted (MFMMM)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M/M, HEA]
Tessa’s heart is broken, and her trust issues stand in the way of taking a chance on another man. She lost her parents to a car accident, her brother to the war in Iraq, and the one man she trusted broke her heart. She’s done with soldiers in general and makes a pact to never let another soldier, or man, into her heart, never mind her bed.
So when she finds herself magnetically attracted to the four McDaniels brothers, she fights it tooth and nail until her desires become as strong as theirs. They accept her fears, help her work through them, and show her that they are committed to her in every way and plan on showing her for the rest of her life.
Her ex-boyfriend returns from jail, and he’s looking to rekindle their relationship and bring along some unwanted trouble. When it comes down to the mixed emotions, the new found strength, and standing up for a love she believes in, she’s ready to fight for it all, but the danger could be so great it could change her destiny.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
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As they made their way closer, Corporal called them over. He then ordered them drinks from the bar.
The second Tessa was closer, Corporal pulled her into his arms and held her close. “You are a sight, Tessa. Why don’t we just leave these morons here to get drunk off their asses, and you and I can go back to my place and have our own private party?”
Coastal couldn’t believe what Corporal was saying and especially after what he had just told them.
“Corporal, for the last three years you’ve invited me back to your place to party. The answer is still the same.”
“Shit.” He gave her ass a tap as he released her. “Always no. I guess I don’t got what it takes to catch your eyes. Let's have a drink.” They grabbed their drinks and made a toast to friendship, getting drunk, and hopefully getting laid. Everyone laughed and Vanderlain took the opportunity to pull her between him and Coastal and an empty bar stool.
Olivia sat down on a stool between her cousins.
“Glad you made it,” Coastal said to her.
She held his gaze and took a sip of rum and coke. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it, but then Olivia was up for it and forced me to come.”
“I didn’t force you to come. Benny did. Where is he anyway? All he kept talking about was dancing with you,” Olivia said and looked around for him.
“I’m not dancing with anyone.”
“Why not? You’re an awesome dancer.” Olivia started telling a story about when they went out one night with friends of Olivia’s. Tessa blushed, and Coastal couldn’t help but smile. As they exchanged their different versions of the same adventures, some other women and men came over, joining them, and the women added to the stories.
* * * *
Tessa felt the arm against her lower back and the large, warm hand on her hip as she spoke with friends. Vanderlain.
Coastal and Vanderlain were taking every opportunity to touch her, caress her hand, her thigh, and her knee when she sat. It was too much, so she changed positions and stood. And sure enough, they were remaining close, engaging in conversation, too, and she was starting to feel the alcohol she drank. She went to shift her weight and felt a little tipsy, just slightly because it was hot in here with so many people.
Vanderlain steadied her by her hips, then wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned back against him, and it was a stupid mistake. She needed to be strong here and ignore her attraction to these men. She pulled forward slightly, and Vanderlain turned her around to face him.
The scent of his cologne, the feel of all those hard muscles against her chest, and the way he held her possessively and as if he had every right to do so completely shocked her system. She tilted her head way back so she could lock gazes with him. Once again, she was thankful for the heels she wore. His palm eased lower to the top of her ass and lower back. It felt so damn good, but she couldn’t do this. Not him. Not his brothers. Not soldiers.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked her.
“I feel fine,” she said with her arms at her side. She wondered how she looked right now. Submissive maybe, because she remained still, pliable to his hands, his direction, his order. That should scare her, so why was she so turned on and staring at his lips, wondering what it would be like to get kissed by such a large, commanding man.
“You want to go get some fresh air?” he asked her. She felt another hand on her shoulder, then Coastal press up close against her back. Her mind got dirty awfully quick, imagining both men touching her, kissing her, taking from her body together.
“Jesus,” she whispered and pushed away from both men and turned toward the bar.
“Tessa?” Coastal said her name, and she waved her hand at him.
“Give me a minute, please,” she said, not knowing how to handle this at all. She didn’t dare look at them. They would know they got to her. That she was attracted to them.
“Tessa, it’s our song,” Olivia blurted out and grabbed onto Tessa’s arm.
“Remember the dance?” Their friends started doing this sexy dance to the beat of the music.
“Do that thing you did at that party,” Patricia, one of the other women, said to her.
She shook her head and felt her cheeks blush, but then Olivia was handing her the wine glass. Instead of containing wine, it had rum and coke in it.
“Do it,” Olivia said as she danced sexy, and so did the others.
It gave Tessa the opportunity to put some space between her and the McDaniels brothers, so she took the drink and started doing her moves. The guys started whistling, hooting, and hollering at them.
* * * *
Wolf looked at Memphis, then back toward the rowdy crowd of friends.
Wolf’s eyes landed immediately on Tessa, and the way she seductively moved her hips. She had one hand raised with the wine glass in it, the other slid up and down her curves as she dipped down low and came back up like some sexy, pole dancer. The contents never spilled from the wine glass, and his cock was instantly hard.
“What the fuck is she doing?” Memphis asked, and he sounded angry. One glance at his brother and he saw the daggers, the pulsating vein by his temple, and he knew Memphis was pissed off and jealous. Holy shit, they were all interested in Tessa.
“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give tonight, and I’ll cherish it,” Vanderlain told her.
Tessa’s eyes widened and then seemed to fill up with tears. “Keep saying things like that and mean them, and I won’t be able to fight this. I need to fight this,” she said.
He squeezed her ass and then leaned forward and nipped her bare shoulder. He could smell her perfume and the scent of her shampoo. His desire grew another notch.
She continued to stroke his hair.
“Take from me. Your pace,” he whispered. She seemed surprised by his words, but then a moment later, she was leaning closer and touched her lips to his in the most feminine and tender way a woman had ever kissed him before.
She was soft and passionate as she deepened the kiss and he used his hands to explore her body. When he started falling back to the bed, she followed. She lifted her one thigh with his assistance and he ran his palm up under her dress to her hip.
He heard his brothers’ reaction when he pushed the material to her hips. Her firm, round ass stuck out for them to see, along with a very thin, thong panty. He stroked a finger along the crack, and she gasped, pulling from his mouth.
“Don’t stop. More, baby. More.” When she pressed her lips to his, he rolled her to her side and then her back. He plunged his tongue in deeply as he lowered between her legs. He ran his palm along her thigh up to her hip and then between them. As his fingers came in contact with her pussy lips, she moaned louder.
He released her lips and then slid his finger up into her cunt.
“Oh, God, Vanderlain. Vanderlain.” She moaned and gripped onto his wrist as he thrust those fingers into her cunt at a nice, steady speed.
He kissed her again, devoured her moans, and caressed the hair from her forehead as he stroked his fingers faster and faster.
He felt her tighten up and squeeze his wrist hard as she came.
He slowed his thrusts and gently released her lips, trailing kisses along her lips to her chin and then down her throat. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, brought them to his lips, and suckled the cream from them.
“Thank you, Tessa, for trusting me.”
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “I should be thanking you. I haven’t let a man touch me in over a year. Yet here I am with you and your brothers in my hotel room and anything seems possible.”
The bed dipped, and Coastal was there. He licked his lower lip and locked gazes with Tessa. “Sounds like you’ve been holding back for good reason, but are you realizing that we’re not like other men,” Coastal said to her. He stroked her hair from her face and leaned down to kiss her chest.
“I’m not asking you to stay. I’m not ready for that. I’m not, Coastal. This alone is extreme for me. I was only with one man ever. One lover, and I’m sure you’ve all had plenty of lovers, even ménage encounters,” she said to them.
“We’ve never shared a woman the four of us together. There has never been a woman we wanted that with,” Vanderlain told her and lowered down between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs. Toned, tan, sexy. He couldn’t help but run his palms up and down them as he caressed her wider.
She reached for him, but Coastal took her hands and pressed them above her head. “Let us pleasure you, baby. This is just the beginning of us breaking down those walls you’ve put up and us showing you how trustworthy we are and how special this connection is,” Coastal said to her then leaned down and kissed her.
Vanderlain stood up and eased her panties from her body, then spread her wide again. He lowered down and began to suckle her clit, then finger her cunt, easing in and out of her.
“So wet and tight. Let it go, Tessa. Don’t hold back.”
She thrust her hips up, and he continued to eat at her pussy, suck her cream, twirling his tongue round and round until he felt his cock get so hard he feared he would come in his pants.
He felt the hand on his shoulder, and he pulled from her pussy, looked up to see Memphis.
“My turn,” he said.
Vanderlain winked and then eased up and watched Memphis take his place.
* * * *
Memphis was shocked at the turn of events, and also at finding out Tessa had been with one man who hurt her so badly she didn’t want to be with any other man. Did she still love him? What had happened? Did he live near Repose? He pushed the fearful thoughts from his mind as Coastal pulled from her lips, and she moaned softly.
Memphis moved up over her, feeling how feminine and small she was beneath him. It aroused him and made him feel protective and possessive. Could she handle a man his size and the sizes of his brothers when they filled her with cock and made her their woman?
“You’re so beautiful and giving, Tessa. I want to taste you, too. Will you let me?” he asked. She nodded her head, and he gave her a wink, kissed her lips tenderly, then lowered down between her legs. She was pink, clean-shaven, and soft. She smelled heavenly, and just like her perfume, enticing, addicting.
Coastal began to cup her breast as Memphis took his first taste of his woman’s cream. He absorbed the feel of her body, the sounds of her soft moans, and the taste of her cream as he fingered and sucked her cunt until she was thrusting and moaning. He gave her no reprieve as he thought about all the men with their eyes on her tonight. Including Benny who talked about kissing her, and asking her out for tomorrow. It pissed him off. He wanted her, and so did his brothers. There was no woman ever who grabbed all of their attention at once. Tessa had, and that was too damn special to ignore.