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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Menage a Trois, Light Bondage, Spanking, Contemporary, MFM, HEA]
Ride with the Wind
Raven is running for her life from an ex-fiancé who wants to keep his extracurricular activities a secret. She finds safety and comfort in the home of Reese and Dominic, the leaders of a biker gang. While she knows that living with them is only temporary, she can’t help falling in love with them. Reese and Dominic want their relationship to be permanent, but convincing her will have to wait until they can free her of her past.
When Raven goes missing, they don’t know for sure who is responsible—the new gang in town, an old rival, or her ex. They have to turn to an unlikely source for help before it’s too late.
Once she is free to return to her former life, will she choose to remain with Reese and Dominic, or will she leave and try to start over? She loves them, but they’re bikers, and bikers don’t settle down with just one woman.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
On the run from her insane brother and his loathsome plans, Jessie is surprised when Rhodes and Vernon find her. They want to claim her and take her back home with them. As much as she is attracted to the burly bikers, Jessie wants a normal life away from the biker lifestyle. Why would they be any different than her brother’s gang? Will she follow her heart or let her head deny the men she loves?
Rhodes and Vernon know that Jessie is the woman for them. They plan to treat her like the gift she is and keep her safe, even if that means exposing the secret her brother holds over her. They’ll stop at nothing to rid her of the chains that the other man has used to control her for most of her life. Their Jessie deserves to be free, and they plan to be a part of that freedom.
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Ride with the Wind
Reece ducked as a beer bottle flew past his head.
“Don’t you get tired of this crap?”
Dominic chuckled and took a swig of his beer before jumping up to avoid the body that landed in the middle of their table.
“Naw. It’s good entertainment on a Friday night.” He leaned back against the wall and watched as his guys and the local riffraff got it on. “What I do get tired of is paying for the mess afterwards.”
“Ah, hell. The law’s on its way.” The sound of sirens could be heard even above the noise in the bar.
“Let’s get them out of here.” Dominic whistled and grabbed Butch. “Law’s here. Let’s grab everyone and go.”
Reece located the bartender and peeled off some bills to cover the damages then waded into the ruckus to separate his guys from the others. They poured out of the bar outside of Clarkston, Texas, and jumped on their bikes to hightail it out of there. Reece could already see the dust from the local law billowing up down the road. They would be going in the opposite direction and hopefully toward home. It had been a long trip.
He pulled up beside Dominic, the president of The Ghost Riders, and nodded his head that everyone was accounted for. Butch, their sergeant at arms, dropped back into line as Reece took his place. As the club’s vice president, he helped Dominic run the business. That meant keeping everyone in line and accounted for.
They had another three hours of hard riding to get back home, and it looked like they were going to be riding all night instead of finding a hotel. The only one he worried about was Irish. The man could put away some alcohol. They didn’t need to get pulled over for damn sure. They all smelled like a distillery after the fight.
Reece tapped his mic. “Dominic. Do you think we should pull over for the night? If the HP pulls us over, they’re going to slap us all in jail just by our smell alone. I know we’re all sober, but I think most of us ended up getting a beer bath.”
“Only three hours to go. We’ll keep it legal and under the limit.”
Reece just shrugged and tapped his mic again to change the channel so he could talk to the rest of the crew.
“Hey, guys, flying low and under the radar since we all smell like a brewery. No screwing up.”
He heard the general yeahs and fucks over the speakers. He grinned. They were a good crew despite their rowdy ways. The Ghost Riders motorcycle club had been around for nearly twenty-five years now. They had a legitimate mechanic’s garage and did odd jobs along the way. They were on their way back from one of those odd jobs—bounty hunting. They picked up a jumper in New Mexico and transported him back to Houston. Now they were on their way back to Reo, Texas, outside of San Antonio. Damn, he’d be glad to get home.
Reece stood up on the bike and stretched. He couldn’t get comfortable. In fact, he’d been downright antsy for the last few months. Nothing satisfied him. Not the booze, the women, nothing. Since he didn’t do drugs, there wasn’t much left but the ride and the chase. That had helped for a while, but now they were closing in on home and the ants were back in his pants.
“You okay over there?” Dominic’s voice sounded over the speakers.
“Got something going on you want to talk about?”
“Naw. I’m cool.” Reece was thankful that Dominic didn’t push him by asking more questions. He needed to think it out himself.
They pulled into Reo at about two thirty and headed straight for their place just outside the city limits. The garage was a four-bay cinderblock building with a larger bike bay around the side. They all pulled in and parked their bikes, grunting and groaning like old men. Turk closed the doors behind them and locked them down.
“Fuck, I’m glad to be home.” Irish stretched then headed toward the house.
Gill walked in, scratching his chest as they began to file out. “How was the ride?”
“One hundred thousand and my ass is numb.” Reece punched him in the arm and kept walking.
“Anything going on here?” Dominic asked over his shoulder.
“Nope. But I’m not going to say that it’s been quiet.”
Reece chuckled and waved as he passed through the door into the house. It was actually a double-wide with a house built around it. There were five bedrooms, three baths, a kitchen, the sanctuary, and a den of sorts. The club had a total of sixteen members with two prospects and a half-dozen babes. Reece followed Dominic down the hall to the sanctuary. They closed and locked the door behind them.
Dominic pulled open the bottom of the massive table where they did club business and opened the safe to deposit the check from the hunt. They would deposit it on Monday. It would help cover the club’s expenses. Every member of the club worked either in the shop or at the slaughterhouse on the other side of town. The club helped with unexpected expenses and provided meals and booze on the weekends. When someone ended up hurt and couldn’t work, the club took care of them. It was how things worked.
“Gus has an eye on two more possible jumpers due in next week. I think we should consider them, build up our finances while we can.” Dominic sat back in his chair.
“Sounds good to me. If you need to stick around here for business, me and the guys can handle it.”
“Might do that. Have to see what’s going on.” He let out a breath and frowned. “You’re restless, Reece. What’s going on?”
“I’m fine. Getting out helped.”
“That shit in Afghanistan is still working on you. You’ve got to put it behind you, man. It will eat you alive.”
“I’m fine. I haven’t had a dream in months.” Reece stood up and rested his hands on the table before leaning in. “Let me know if those guys rabbit. We’ll take care of them.”
“Get some sleep, Reece.”
He nodded and unlocked the door. His room was at the end of the hall across from Dominic’s. It was a fair-size room, especially for one person, and held a king-size bed. He was a big man and liked the room. Came in handy when he had a mind to entertain a couple of ladies or if he and Dominic shared one. Lately, if they didn’t share, he wasn’t interested. That was bothering him some, too. Why the need to share?
Neither man had made it to bed when Raven entered Dominic’s bedroom the night before. She wasn’t sure if she had been relieved or disappointed. She had just about talked herself into initiating a little sexual activity in hopes of getting them out of her system so she could get back to writing. When they hadn’t shown up nearly an hour later, she had fallen asleep.
Now, they were wrapped around her like octopuses so that no part of her was left unclaimed by some body part of theirs. She wiggled, thinking they would move, but it did no good. She wanted up and some coffee. She wasn’t one to lie around in bed. She stretched to see the clock on the bedside table. It was only seven, but she had been awake for nearly an hour now and was getting antsy.
“Settle down, Raven. You’re vibrating about as much as Cindy’s Jack Rabbit dildo.” Reece’s sleep-laden voice startled her.
“Let me up. I’m ready to get up.”
“You don’t have to get up. Just let me up, and I’ll leave you to go back to sleep.”
“You’re not leaving me in bed with Dominic, babe.”
“Please, Reece. I can’t just lay here wide awake like this.”
“Hell, now I’m wide awake, and I’m blaming you for that.” He rolled over and pulled her free of Dominic’s leggy embrace.
“Thank God.” She started to push away from Reece and climb out of the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Reece wasn’t letting her go. Instead, he pulled her on top of him. “I think we need to have a talk about some things.”
“Now?” she squeaked out.
“Now’s as good a time as any.”
“You’re going to wake Dominic up.”
“Oh, I think he’ll enjoy this conversation when he does wake up.”
Before she knew what he had in mind, Reece had rolled them over so that she was beneath him with her legs spread around his and her shirt up around her waist. He grinned down at her, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Raven didn’t fight him on it. It was what she had been after the night before in a roundabout way, but this felt less contrived.
“What are you doing, Reece?”
“Looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. You’re perfect, Raven.” He lowered his head and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips before pulling back and watching her.
“I’m not beautiful. I’m decent looking, but I’m too big and too short.”
“You’re not too big. I don’t want to hear you even mention that again.” He wrapped his hand around her throat but didn’t squeeze. “You’ve got the prettiest eyes and a perfect mouth. I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my dick.”
“I kind of expected that.” She stared up at him, trying to figure out where he was going with all of it.
He leaned in closer to her and let go of her throat. “I want to learn all about you, Raven, all your hot spots and what you sound like when you come. I’m going to get to know you so well that all I have to do is look at you and you shoot off.”
“Sounds good in theory, but it’s not very practical, and I don’t respond that well to anyone.”
“A challenge. Just what I like.” He shifted and after removing her shirt, took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to play.
Raven had no choice. She relaxed into him as he sucked and nipped at the torrid piece of flesh. She was very sensitive in her breasts and believed that with the right amount of stimulation she could actually come with just breast play. Of course it would take the right man with enough patience to pull it off.
When he released the reddened tip with a slight pop, she moaned and her legs flopped farther apart. He grinned down at her before moving to the other side to suck in just the nipple once again to play with. He wrapped his hand around the base of her breast and squeezed it upward, feeding more of her breast into his greedy mouth. The sensation of being consumed flowed through her as he teased the other nipple with his fingers.
The touch of another hand at her waist startled her. Dominic was awake. He slipped his hand between her and Reece and zeroed in on her pussy. His broad fingers dipped and slid around the copious amounts of juice flowing from her cunt from all of the breast play Reece was treating her to.
“Fuck, baby. You’re sopping wet down there. What in the hell is Reece doing to you?” Dominic’s gravelly voice seemed loud in her ear.
“Oh, God. He’s destroying me.”
“Reece, move your cock, man. I want a taste of her.”
Reece groaned but moved over to the side without letting go of her breasts. Instead, he sucked harder as he pulled against her to move out of Dominic’s way. The stinging sensation vibrated down her body to lodge deep in her cunt. She squirmed as Dominic positioned himself between her legs. She couldn’t wait to feel his mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Nothing felt better than oral sex first thing in the morning.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Vernon caged her in against the counter. Her body relaxed into his, and her eyes widened when they jumped up to meet his. He felt Rhodes moving closer to them. No doubt his friend wanted to be sure he didn’t scare her to death.
“Y–you’ve always treated me fine.” Her voice wavered when she spoke.
“Then what are you talking about, babe?” Rhodes stepped up next to Vernon.
Vernon watched Jessie’s face as she struggled with what she wanted to say. Why was it so hard for her to talk to them? Were they that scary? Maybe it was just him. He took a step back and dropped his hands.
“I want to be a normal woman. I want to work and have a family and a home. I don’t want to live in a clubhouse with a lot of other people. I don’t want to be like my brother.”
Vernon felt as if she’d jerked his heart right out of his chest. She didn’t feel the same way about them that they felt about her. He started to turn away and leave, but Rhodes’s next words stopped him.
“You can have that with us, Jessie. You mean everything to us. Can’t you see that?”
Vernon looked at her face as the whispered words came out. Longing darkened her eyes as she looked up at them. He wanted to touch her, wanted to hold her close and whisper that they would give her anything she wanted. Instead he stood still like an idiot as Rhodes pulled her into his arms to do what he’d thought about.
“You can do anything you want, baby. We’ll always support you. Come home with us.”
He drew in a deep breath and watched as Jessie pulled back from Rhodes. She had tears in her eyes. Tears were never a good sign with women. He braced for whatever she was going to say.
“I want to stay here and work and find a place of my own. I care about you—both of you, but I need this, Rhodes. Can you understand that? I’ve never been allowed to live on my own.” Her teary eyes seemed to beg them to understand.
“Let’s talk about this later. Your friend will be back soon. When do you go to work again?” Rhodes seemed to be backing off as well.
Vernon walked over to the window and looked out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He still didn’t like the place. It wasn’t a safe place for a woman by herself. Maybe they could find a better place for her and her friend to live. She needed a cell phone, too, one that they could use to keep up with her and she could use to call for help if she needed it. Already he was putting distance between them. He had to in order to keep from howling at the top of his lungs.
“I’m supposed to work tomorrow night from four ’til close.” She had a sparkle in her eyes when she said it.
Yep, Jessie was excited about living and working there. The truth hurt. She meant so much to him and Rhodes. He didn’t know how they were going to be able to turn around and leave without her.
A noise outside the door drew him back to the window. A quick peek out relaxed him. It was her friend. He opened the door and helped her with the bag she was carrying.
“I hope you like Italian. I’m making lasagna. I haven’t had it in a long time. There wasn’t much need with just me to eat it. I guess I could have frozen half of it for later, but I really prefer it fresh out of the oven.” Ginger hurried around the kitchen pulling out dishes and measuring cups.
“I’ll help. You guys can watch TV or something.” Jessie hurried into the tiny kitchen to help her friend.
Vernon looked over at Rhodes. His partner nodded his head toward the door. He obviously wanted to talk. Well, there really wasn’t anything to talk about. Jessie wanted to live here instead of going back with them. They weren’t going to take her against her will.
“We’re going outside to check on the bikes. We’ll be back inside in a few minutes. Lock the door behind us,” Rhodes said.
Vernon followed him out the door. They waited for one of the women to lock the door then headed over to where their bikes were parked. Rhodes looked out over the road behind the parking lot. When he faced Vernon again, he looked haggard. Lines bunched between his brows.
“She doesn’t love us yet, Vernon.”
“I know.” It was all he could say.
“She’s the one. I know it like I know my own name. I’m not giving up on her.”
“I think she needs something to take her mind off of everything,” Rhodes said.
Vernon didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned over and nibbled at her jaw before sucking in her earlobe to tease between his teeth. Jessie moaned at the sensation of his tongue tickling her there. The slow burn that had dissipated with her shower returned as if it had never gone away. It built as Rhodes lapped at a nipple while his hand massaged her breast around it.
“Let us help you relax, baby.” Vernon’s deep voice penetrated the heavy lust-filled fog that was surrounding her.
Together the two men teased and tortured her breasts and mouth and neck until she thought she would go up in a wall of flames. Her breathing grew raspy as the fever built deep in her womb. Her pussy grew damp with each lick or suck of their mouths. An ache to be filled built in her cunt. Neither man had touched her below the waist, yet everything they did seemed to settle there at her core.
Jessie groaned with need. Her hands roamed their bodies, searching for something to hold on to in the storm that threatened to engulf her in sensations she’d never felt before. Vernon’s head was slick, free of hair, but she managed to latch hold of his neck with one hand and Rhodes’s hair with the other. Their combined grunts only deepened her need for more from them.
“Please. I need…”
“What do you need, Jessie?” Vernon’s voice ended on a growl.
“More. I don’t know.”
Desperation choked her until she felt Rhodes’s mouth move from her breast to her abdomen then lower. His tongue licked a line from her belly to her hip where he nipped. The sensation had her arching her back.
Vernon took over playing with her nipples and kissing her neck as Rhodes moved lower until he was spreading her legs with his shoulders to give him room between them. His warm breath blew over her pussy lips like a gentle breeze. She could feel her juices leaking from her core. Her cunt grasped for something to hold on to.
“I love how wet you get for us, baby. Your pussy glistening with your juices.” Rhodes kissed her there before dragging his tongue through her cream.
Jessie jerked at the touch. Then she could do nothing but moan and gasp as he lapped at her like a kitten with a saucer of milk. He devoured her while Vernon played with her breasts. Between the two of them, she was lost in a maelstrom of touch and feeling. Everything felt twice as intense as she rose higher toward some goal that loomed above her. Even as Rhodes stabbed her over and over again with his stiffened tongue, he teased her back passage with his finger wet from her juices.
When everything seemed to converge into one tight fist deep in her cunt, Jessie felt Vernon twist her nipples and Rhodes suck in her clit. The dual assault sent her flying over the top into climax. Her pussy spasmed, needing something more.
“Oh, God! I need you inside of me.”
Rhodes growled as he climbed up her body. She reached for him as Vernon moved away from her. She didn’t want to lose the other man and reached for him with a whimper.
“Easy, Jessie. I’m not going anywhere.” Vernon chuckled then held his thick cock next to her mouth.
She turned her face toward him and rubbed his dick along her cheek. He smelled musky, and the need to taste him had her opening her mouth almost immediately. Vernon took her hand and wrapped it around the base of him before he let go. She wrapped her tongue around the spongy head, savoring the spicy taste before licking from her hand to the tip.
She felt the tip of Rhodes’s cock as he rubbed it up and down her wet slit. It felt huge as he slowly pressed into her. Jessie lifted her pelvis as he pushed deeper. The stretching seemed to go on forever as he slowly worked his dick all the way inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Hell, baby. I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing me like that.”
She hummed around Vernon’s shaft, making him jerk in her mouth. She did it again, enjoying the feeling of control it gave her to cause him to lose some of his cool restraint. The big man always seemed to keep a tight rein on his feelings.
“Keep that up, you little vixen, and I’m going to come before I’m ready.” Vernon sounded just a little strained to her.
“She’s squeezing my cock like a vise. I don’t think I’m going to last.” Rhodes slowly increased his pace as he stroked in and out of her tight passage.
Nothing could have prepared her for this. She had never been so overwhelmed during sex before. Always before it had been a quick fuck that left her feeling empty and disappointed. Even though she had already come once, her body was gearing up for another climax that promised to rock her world. She sucked on Vernon’s dick as she slipped her other hand down to capture his balls. They were already tight against his body as if he were fighting to keep from coming too soon.
Rhodes tunneled in and out of her, adjusting his angle until he was rubbing over some spot inside of her that had her body screaming in pleasure. Nothing had ever felt as wonderful as the way the two men overwhelmed her senses. Pleasure built sharper and hotter with each stroke of Rhodes’s cock in her cunt and the taste of Vernon’s pre-cum leaking in her mouth. She was going to soar, and nothing would ever take that away from her.