The Honor James Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Menage a Trois, Contemporary, Western/Cowboys, Bondage, Fairy Tale, MFM, HEA]

Sleeping Beau

Sent to live away from his birth parents at a young age, Quinn Brodie-McKaughan wanted for nothing. He has a career that lets him see the world even if it’s strenuous and, at times, harsh. But everything is nearly taken away one fateful night when his car is sent careening off the road and he’s left in a coma. One that he might never awaken from.

Susan Ellington was the therapist hired to work with Quinn. What she never expected was to fall in love with a man she’s never even spoken with. Even worse—she fell in love with Quinn’s best friend Jordan as well.

When Susan gets fired and Quinn mysteriously awakens, Jordan Connors has the task of tracking down the woman he knows is the key to his future happiness. Not all that surprisingly his best friend feels the same way. Now all they have to do is convince her that happily ever afters do exist.

Protecting Bethany

Her life is a wreck, but Bethany Hanson has a plan and so far it’s working. But when the oldest Graymont brother comes home to the ranch, things start to unravel for her. Not a bad thing, especially when she finally admits to how she feels, for both brothers.

Connor and Brendan Graymont have ranching in their blood. While Connor made the ranch his career, Brendan followed his love of the law to a different path and a career putting the bad guys behind bars. But there really is no place like home. With vacation time at hand, Brendan comes back to where his heart has always been and finds even more than he expected.

With Connor and Brendan at her side, Bethany can close off one chapter of her life and start a fresh one with the men she loves. A rancher’s life is never easy, but when you have the best partners around anything and everything is possible.

Honor James is a Siren-exclusive author.

The Honor James Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)
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The Honor James Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)

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Sleeping Beau


It still was odd coming to this monstrosity of a house to see his pal Quinn. Hell, Quinn’s shoebox apartment could fit into the bedroom he currently lay in, twice over with a bit of space left over. Fucking place was massive!

Nodding to the butler—a butler for fucks sake!—Jordan shrugged out of his jacket and passed it over. He knew the routine well now. He’d been visiting every fourth day, in the hospital and then when Quinn’s birth parents had moved him to their home for private nursing care.

Quinn’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. McKaughan or George and Janelle as they’d insisted he call them, were an interesting pair. They’d explained why they’d distanced themselves from Quinn and, in light of what had happened, it wasn’t such a stretch to figure out that they’d been right to be wary. Especially given the fact that George was a Supreme Court judge, a lot of people would do shit to get back at him. And Janelle was an heiress to a massive fortune from her grandfather who’d been a shipping magnate back in the day.

Yeah, they both had enemies and people in the world willing to go to any lengths to get what they wanted from the couple. Sick, twisted and often desperate people. Quinn would have been the perfect pawn as a child. Still would be as an adult given what Janelle had revealed about the struggles to have him in the first place.

Passing off his gloves and scarf, Jordan bent to shuck off his boots. Straightening he went to the mirror and straightened his blonde, slightly wavy hair off his face. Dark gray eyes stared back at him from his Slavic face. His mother all the way, he thought with fondness for the petite Scandinavian woman that had given him life and who could still terrorize him into a sweating ball of fear with a look.

Ah, the power of mothers. Chuckling, he straightened his sweater so it wasn’t strangling his tanned throat and then headed up the stairs quickly, taking two and three at a time. With his six-foot-four height he had long legs, easily eating up the stairs and then the hall to his friend’s room.

Knocking, more out of habit than anything else, he slipped inside. Quinn was alone, one of the rare times, because the McKaughans knew that Jordan was coming by to chat with him. Routine was big in Quinn’s life right now.

Stopping at the bedside he stared down at his friend. He had black hair that was a little longer than Quinn preferred which showed the curl he despised, from his mother, Jordan now knew. His face was pale from lack of sunlight, very different from the tanned goof who loved to hit the waves whenever he could. His face was leaner too, showing off the strong, aristocratic bone structure he got from his father, George. A slight cleft in the chin, the strong yet slightly bent nose from a bar fight at age eighteen gone a bit wrong.

The large king-sized bed he lay in dwarfed his six-foot-three frame that normally was stacked in a svelte sort of way, six pack, toned, heavy definition and yet riding that very careful edge of being too bulky for fashion runways. Now he was thin, wasting away before everyone’s eyes.

Pulling up the chair Jordan sat down to talk to his friend. Catching him up on the latest news about this friend or that, he also let Quinn know that everyone at the agency was preparing for the spring fashion show in a flurry, as usual, for Paris. And of course, they missed him being there to pull pranks.

“I’ve been doing my best to keep up the tradition, buddy. But it’s just not the same without you there grinning at the pranked individual with your big blue eyes and dimples that get you out of serious shit every time. They know I’m doing my best and play along, but really, it sucks ass.”

Jordan wasn’t a model, though the agency had tried to get him up on the runway more than once. No, he was better as a coordinator, handling all the little details from flights to shipments to appointments to everything else that the agency needed done yesterday. He had the memory for such things and the quick mind. He’d go insane having to strut around the runway and he knew it, so he resisted the pleas to do it each and every time.

“Just so you know, Jean-Paul is on my case again to hit the runway,” Jordan said. “He says that he needs me out there since you are unable to do your traditional opener for the season. He fears that without a, and I quote here, sexy man to woo the ladies into opening their purses and other things, that he’ll have a horrid season. I told him to stick it where the sun didn’t shine, again. To which, yeah, you know the reply, ‘But dear boy, I might enjoy that.’” Jordan laughed softly, almost hearing Quinn’s echoing laugh in his head. But he knew the truth. He might never hear his best friend’s laugh again.

Shit, now he was getting maudlin. That wouldn’t do. Happier talk, definitely much happier talk. So he told Quinn about the fitting “incident” with one of the female models, remembered laughter in his voice the entire time.




“If you’re sure I’m all for going skin to skin, Susan.”

“I’m very sure,” Susan whispered honestly and wrapped her legs and arms around him. “Because otherwise you would have to go to the corner store and that would not be good.” She leaned in and brushed her nose to his. “I need you. I’m desperate,” she admitted honestly before she kissed him, the kiss showing just exactly how much she wanted and needed him.

He let out a low groan as he squeezed her ass and ground his jean-covered cock on her jean-covered pussy. “Bedroom,” he muttered against her lips. Sucking on her lower lip he nipped and drew his head back a little. “A bed, Susan, now,” he said. “Otherwise I’m going to throw you on the floor and to hell with the consequences to your delightfully rounded ass.”

“Down the hall, first door on the left,” she said and leaned down, her lips and teeth brushing over his shoulder. “And don’t be slow and gentle. I passed that a great long time ago.” She so should have jumped him far sooner. “I need you too much for that. Next time can be slow and gentle, this first time needs to be explosive, please,” she whimpered, opening the door for him when they got to the bedroom.

He tossed her on the bed and then wrenched off one runner before tugging off the other. Dropping the shoe he went to work on his jeans and, bending quickly, he straightened up, kicked them aside and was completely, gloriously naked. Jordan came toward her and grabbed her ankles. He gave a tug to pull her closer to him and went to work on her jean button and zipper.

Susan looked at Jordan and grinned. “Wow,” was all that she could say. He had a glorious body, he was tanned all over, literally, and he had muscles but wasn’t muscle bound so much that he looked corny. Without him asking she tugged her shirt off and then unsnapped her bra, lifting her ass for him when he tugged at her jeans and panties in one pull. Laying there naked on the bed she looked up at him and felt embarrassed, embarrassed because she wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as Jordan was.

“God,” he breathed out staring down at her. “You are gorgeous,” he said softly. Climbing onto the bed he stroked a hand up her side gently, his touch very light and barely there. Leaning in he brushed kisses over her belly and then slowly up to her breasts. With a look to her, meeting her guess, he flicked his tongue over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Susan arched up off of the bed. The touch of his tongue to her nipple was like electricity to her pussy. It was a current that ran zig zag all along her being. Her hands moved to his hair and held his head close to her chest. “Jordan,” she begged and rubbed her leg up and down his thigh. “Now.” She was so wet, she was so desperate. She needed and wanted to have him inside of her now.

Sliding his hand over her belly he slipped a finger through her folds, over her clit and then down to her opening. The soft growl he let out vibrated through her breast. “So wet,” he said in a rough voice as he moved to suck her other nipple.

“I’ve been waiting for you for far too long,” she whispered and pushed up against his fingers. She was desperate. She was needy. “Fuck me, Jordan Connor,” she begged and bracing a foot on the bed she pushed up against his fingers. “I want.” That was an understatement.

Laughing softly he used his knees to push her legs further apart. Settling down he rubbed his cock through her wetness and then began to push into her. “Fuck,” he groaned softly. “You are so damned hot and wet.”

Her legs wrapped around his hips automatically. Her hands once more moved to his shoulders and she grinned up at him. “And gods you are so damn hard. I love it,” she whispered. “I need you,” she said with a grin. “You feel so good.” He was stretching her ar-too-little-used channel to its capacity. “Perfect.” And it really did feel just like that, perfect.

Easing over her onto his elbows Jordan slid his hands under her shoulders and wrapped his fingers over them to hold on. Brushing a kiss to her lips he pushed all the way in. After giving her another kiss he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out slowly at first and gaining speed.

Both of her legs were around his hips, she was pulling him closer and harder. She demanded more and more with each thrust of his cock into her welcoming pussy. She didn’t let her eyes close, she watched him. Watched every expression that crossed his face as they came together and loved it. She wanted more. “So close.” God they had just begun and she was so close. “I want to come and then we need to do this again, slower.”

“Agreed,” he groaned. Biting her lip he thrust faster, pounding into her pussy over and over. He tugged at her lower lip and then kissed her as he ground his hips to hers, his cock sliding over her clit as he thrust at a slightly different angle.

Susan’s entire body was moving with Jordan’s thrusts.


Protecting Bethany


Seeing both Graymont brothers back at their father’s farm had her heart racing. Knowing how close that they were had her panting. They had recognized her at Patty’s wedding but thank Jesus and lots of her training that they didn’t recognize her now. Heavens she was sure that even Patty wouldn’t recognize her, and hadn’t when Bethany had showed her the disguise that she was using.

She heard Mr. Graymont calling out to her and took in a deep breath. Damn. That was so not what she wanted. One thing about the patriarch of the Graymont family was that the man could scent when someone was interested in one of his progeny, it didn’t help her that she was in love with both of the man’s sons. Yep, she was worried.

“Did you need me Mr. Graymont?” she asked demurely as she stepped into the office and closed the door at her back. The shoes she was in added to her height, the padding in her clothing made her seem as if she were larger than she was and she was thankful for them but also hating them all the same. She hated them at this moment because she could feel the sweat trickling down her back from the padding.

“Come on in and take a seat, kiddo.” Daniel’s eyes watched every move that the petite young woman made and when she eased into a large leather seat in front of him he began. “So you looked much better at Patty’s wedding, Bethany.” His grizzly smile was there and he waved his hands to her when she popped up to race away. “Don’t you even move. I mean it or I am going to tell my boys just who you are and have them have this talk with you. Now I knew when Patty asked me to hire you on that you weren’t what you seemed but this old man here didn’t put it together till I saw you at my girls’ weddings. That’s when it hit me who you were.” His eyes grew soft. “I’m so sorry about your momma passing. She was truly a good woman just like my wife. Your father though, sorry, girl, but he’s a right bastard.”

“You’re telling me,” she whispered.

“Now then. I think that it’s time for the two of us to talk while my boys are out on the range checking over the cattle and on a fence that I had Blake pull down last night so we would have some time to talk. What’s going on? And don’t say nothing because there is no other reason why you would be in padded clothing and ridiculous shoes that make you look taller so talk.”

“Yes sir.” Bethany folded her hands in her lap and fidgeted. Finally she knew that only the truth would be acceptable to this man. Patty knew everything as did her new husbands and they had all warned her that Daniel would find her out but she was so certain he wouldn’t. He hadn’t seen her in years after all.

“Well you know that I was always painfully shy in school right?” she asked softly, not really asking for an answer but asking the question all the same. “I was skipped ahead a couple of grades which is why I was in Patty’s grade even when I’m a couple years younger than her.” She licked her lips and shifted slightly. “What you don’t know was that my father was even more of a, well mean man, than you think.” She couldn’t quite bring herself to curse in front of Daniel Graymont, she respected him far too much for that.

“When mom died her inheritance reverted to me. Everything. The ranch, the bank accounts, everything. The sperm donor didn’t know this and honestly I don’t think mom did either. This was something that grandfather Mason built into his wills.” Her mother’s father. She recalled him fondly. He had died when Bethany had been five and her father had refused to allow her and her mother to attend his funeral. Instead her mother took, no she wouldn’t think about that.

“When he found that out he was furious. Viciously and murderously furious. Oh I have no doubt at all that he would have killed me on site but for the fact that if I died as well and mom had no other children then everything went to charity. Every. Single. Dime. Including the ranch.” The Mason Ranch was as massive as the Graymont Ranch but they not only bred horses and cattle but she had learned later that there was oil in the ground, a lot of it from what she heard.

“Since I was home for mom’s funeral he decided that I wouldn’t go back to my life. He decided that I should instead be of use to him. Oh, don’t get me wrong I refused. At first.” She shivered. “He had my entire home packed up including all of my cameras and brought them to the ranch. One night while I was tied to a chair he forced me to watch as he burnt everything. He even tossed my fish in there,” she whispered with tears trailing down her cheeks. “I know, silly to cry over goldfish but they were mine. Granted they were dead because whoever packed didn’t think that the water would warm or cool. But whatever.” She was fixating and that wasn’t good.

“He laughed and told me that if I didn’t comply with his wishes my cat would be next and then after that he would start in on the people I loved, including Patty,” she whispered.




He was at her shoulders now, nibbling on her skin as he brushed her hair out of the way to nip at her throat gently.

“Mmm I love how that sounds.” She turned her head and looked at him. Smiling she licked her lips. “I do love you, Brendan. I always have and I always will. Now then, how about you kiss me? Maybe get nekkid yourself?” she teased, mostly.

Leaning over her he gave her a kiss, slow and gentle. It was a little awkward but they got the job done. Then he drew back and slid off the bed. He was out of her line of sight but she could hear things hitting the floor. “Bethany, darling,” he said. Right before he picked up her foot. “What is this?” he asked softly.

She knew that he had found the infinity tattoo she had on her foot and smiled. “I’ve always loved you both.” Their names and hers were worked into the bends of the infinity symbol with “Graymont” stylized over the top of it. It was a beautiful tattoo, if she said so herself. “It’s the only place where no one would see it. So it’s there to remind me that no matter where my feet might take me, I will always love the two of you.”

She felt his lips on her skin before he let her foot drop to the bed. “It’s beautiful,” he said, his voice rougher and deeper than before. “Just like you are,” he told her. She felt the bed dip under his weight and the brush of his thigh, his naked thigh, to her hip.

“I’m very glad that you like it.” She hoped that Connor would as well, but that was for her to find out another time. Right now was time with Brendan. “You are so hard, so hot.” He was too, his cock pressed against her thigh and he was so very hard and his entire body seemed to be heated up as well. She liked it. A lot.

“I think it’s time to flip you over,” he said softly. That said he rolled her and moved her up closer to the headboard. The shirt holding her there was snug but definitely didn’t hurt her, it just kept her from moving her hands. “Wow,” he said, sliding a hand down her chest and over her belly to stop just before reaching her pussy.

Bethany lifted her ass just a bit. “Do you like it? I took some extra time grooming today knowing, well hoping that we would be just where we are now.” Her pubic hair held a small heart, barely covering her just as she intended. “I had thought of going completely bare but I wanted to have a bit of something there so that you would know just how I felt.”

His finger lightly traced the outline of the heart and smiled. “Oh, hell yeah, I definitely like,” he said softly. Still smiling at her he leaned down until she could feel his breath on her mostly bared pussy. Then he dropped a kiss to the little heart and nuzzled at her lower belly.

Her hands were trapped so she couldn’t touch him but she could lift her leg and caress his perfect ass with her foot. “I really think that you should see about making me even wetter so that you can slide into me. I am desperate here. Needy and heavens help you I’m about to chew off my own arm just so I can attack you.”

He laughed at that, lifting his head so she could see his smile. “There is no need for that, darling. Besides,” he tipped his head and smirked. “I like seeing you tied up to my bed. I’ve been imagining it for a damn long time.”

That had her grinning. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be tied up in your bed. The fantasies that I’ve had are just so not right.” She’s wanted both men to tie her up, blindfold her and do unspeakable things to her, things that would have her screaming in pleasure.

That brought his brows down in a frown. “Why would they not be right?” he asked. Okay, really, with Brendan it was more of a demand. “Bethany, talk to me,” he said. All the while he was still teasing the little tuft of perfectly groomed hair she’d left on her pussy. And that was all he was doing, damn him!

“Gods.” She moaned. “I want you. I want both you and Connor to tie me to your bed. Blindfold me and then tease me. Me never knowing which of you was where, who was going to touch me next, taste me next. I know that is an odd and off the wall desire especially with all that I’ve been through but I trust the two of you. I always have and I always will.”

“Good,” he said softly. Dropping a kiss to her hip he brushed his fingers down her pussy slowly. “Because you also know that we’d never do anything you didn’t want us to do. All you’d ever have to do is say one word to have us stopping. You’re ours, Bethany,” he said nipping at her thigh lightly.

She nodded. “I know. I am yours. Both of yours. I’ve been waiting for this day for far, far too long. I know that neither of you would ever hurt me. I trust you. Both of you. You are the reason I survived. But enough of that. Right now I just need you loving me.”

Apparently that was good enough for him. He pressed her legs apart and brushed his lips to her pussy. “Hold on,” he said, a grin on his lips. A flick of his tongue over her pussy was just the start of things to come, quickly followed by him spreading her wide with his thumbs and devouring her.

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