[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Bondage, Spanking, Sex Toys, MFM, HEA]
Sous-chef Chelsea Mansfield has always loved Preston and Luke Caulfield, two brothers who own a bar and grill in Pleasure, Montana. When she returns home after a six-year absence, they treat her like the little girl they used to babysit.
Preston has promised her two brothers, who are serving in Iraq, that he will watch over her like a sister. Nothing she does convinces him to break his vow.
Luke is a different matter. Because he loves good food, she's able to get him to do a blindfolded taste test and ends up smearing chocolate on his body before licking it off. As they are about to have sex, Preston walks in on them and is furious. What will it take to make peace between the brothers, and how can she convince them she's all grown-up and ready for love?
Lydia Nestman has her sights set on two rugged men—Sheriff Justin Bradford and Deputy Tom Carnes of Pleasure, Montana. She can’t resist these hot, broad-shouldered men in their uniforms, but because of her less-than-flawless past, she’s afraid neither man will want to be hers forever.
When a former lover begins to harass Lydia, she wastes no time in using her newfound confidence to turn him down. He exacts his revenge by threatening her life, but her two lawmen come to her rescue. Promising to protect her, Justin and Tom insist Lydia stay at the station and be under their watch at all times.
She’s more convinced than ever these are the right men for the long-term commitment she’s always desired, but she isn’t sure how to read their protectiveness.
Are Justin and Tom simply fulfilling their roles as policemen, or is it something more? What more can she do to entice them to make her their own in a ménage relationship?
Preston nearly dropped the glass he’d been filling when Lydia’s scream reached him. Luke was at a table in the middle of the restaurant speaking with the reverend when the scream reached him. He whipped around, his gaze on the kitchen door. Luke’s body tensed for a moment, and then he took off into the back faster than a rabbit could catch a mouse, but Preston barreled through the swinging doors first.
The short-order cook’s eyes were wide, his hand over his chest. “Both girls went that way.” The old man pointed toward the back. His hands were shaking so hard it was no wonder he hadn’t moved.
The thought that Chelsea was included in the panicked scream brought his heart to his throat. Something banged against the hallway wall and footsteps pounded on the wooden floor, coming straight at him.
“What’s going on?” Luke said as he nearly slammed into Preston’s back.
Before he could answer, Ross Scanlon raced toward them with blood on his face and a knife in his hand. Preston’s gut nearly exploded. What the fuck was he doing here? Whatever it was, it was bad news.
“Check on Chelsea,” he shouted as Ross reached the side exit before Preston could get to him. Without care to his own safety, Preston raced after him and flew down the three steps to the frozen outdoors. Regardless of the fact he had no weapon, there was no way he’d let his former partner get away. If he found out the man had harmed Chelsea or Lydia, he just might have to kill him.
The moment Ross looked back over his shoulder, he tripped on a root sticking up from the dirt path, and his step faltered. Preston took advantage of the stumble and launched himself in the air. He landed on the asshole’s back, causing the two of them to crash to the ground. The impact nearly caused his ribs to break. Christ, but the man was as hard as a case of nails.
Ross might be shorter by a good four inches, but he’d proven many times he was stronger than a horse. Having a knife meant he’d be extra dangerous. With a lift of his leg, Ross managed to roll them both over, tossing Preston to the side. Rocks jabbed him in the back, but he pushed aside the pain. Sunlight glinted off the knife.
Preston would prefer to talk to his former partner into surrendering than get in a fight, but the man didn’t seem to be in the mood for a discussion. The two circled each other, Ross’s knife swiping the air.
Preston held up his hands. “What are you doing here, Ross? I thought we agreed you’d stay away from the bar.” Shit. He failed to keep the venom from his voice.
Ross advanced. “Just trying to be friendly with your new cook.”
Friendly? His imagination ran wild. Preston’s gut burned and his heart rattled in his chest. Not only had he made a promise to himself to protect Chelsea at all costs, but he also told her two older brothers he would keep her safe while they were fighting in Iraq.
And Preston’s word was his life. He’d never let some scumbag like Ross Scanlon hurt her. Partnering with him in the first place was the dumbest thing he’d ever done, but he’d needed Ross’s daddy’s start-up cash to open the bar.
Ross lowered his head, looking like he might attack.
If it were the last thing he did, Scanlon would be punished for his violent ways. “Why did Lydia scream?” His throat had turned dry.
“She walked in on me and Chelsea. Your cook didn’t want to play, and I had to teach her a lesson.” Ross grabbed his jean-covered cock, and a lustful glint sparked in the man’s eye.
When the implication registered, all rational thought flew out the window. Preston dove at Ross, elbowing the man’s knife arm to the side and slamming his head into Ross’s chest. His opponent pushed and shoved, nearly tumbling Preston on his ass. On the next go-around, he managed to punch Ross in the face, but before he got off his second jab, Ross swiped the knife across Preston’s arm.
It stung for a second until rage took over his body and blocked the pain. Preston pummeled Ross in the stomach, taking a few hits to the head in the process. The bastard was like a punching bag that refused to go down.
Ross’s fist connected with Preston’s face again, sending him stumbling backward. Once he regained his focus, he charged headfirst again, knocking Ross down this time. His opponent gave one gruff Oof as he landed on a protruding rock. Knees got tangled and arms flayed like street fighters. The two rolled over and over, fighting with lethal intent. A chop to Ross’s arm must have caught him off guard for he dropped the knife.
On top, Preston had the advantage. With a powerful uppercut, he smashed Ross’s jaw, and the man’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Panting, Preston fell to the side and got up. He lightly kicked his opponent’s side to make sure he wasn’t faking being out.
He looked up. Lydia stood in the entranceway, blocking most of Chelsea’s body, but what he could see of her face made him sick. Preston leaped over Ross and raced up the steps. Lydia stepped back to let him through, but in the process of trying to reach Chelsea, he bumped into his barmaid. She stumbled backward, slamming against the wall and nearly falling. He helped stabilize her. “I’m so sorry, Lydia. I never meant—”
“I’m good.” She nodded toward Chelsea, who was wrapped in the comforter off his bed.
His heart stopped when he got a good look at her cut lip. His first thought was that the bastard had raped her. He turned to Lydia. “Call Dr. Trumble and get the sheriff over here pronto.”
Lydia stared at him for a moment before reacting. “Right away.”
Luke came running down the hallway and Preston gathered Chelsea in his arms.
His brother’s eyes seemed glazed over. “I tried to make her stay upstairs, but she wouldn’t listen. She kept insisting she had to see if you were okay.”
He didn’t know whether to be happy or pissed. He leaned back to look at her swollen face. “Where did he hurt you?” He held his breath. Clearly, Ross had hit her, but if he’d touched her intimately, he’d make sure Ross suffered more than a beating.
“Just on my face.” She shook her head. “His knife got a little too close to my stomach and sliced me. He would have raped me if Lydia hadn’t come in.” Her voice shook as hard as her body. “She saved me.”
The word rape rattled in his head. He wanted to seek revenge on Ross but knew they’d all be better off if he waited for the sheriff to arrive.
Preston moved over, apparently understanding what she had in mind for his brother. If the lotion had been edible, Chelsea would have smeared it on Luke’s cock. Instead, she got on her knees, bent over, and teased the tip of his cock with her tongue.
Luke grabbed her shoulders and squeezed. “Easy there. I’m like an active volcano today.”
Wasn’t he every day? Not put off by his warning, she took hold of his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. As she slid her mouth downward, encompassing most of him, she rolled his balls.
The intake of his breath urged her on. Wanting to get a better angle, she sat up. “Can you kneel before me?”
“Anything.” His voice cracked.
Hiding her smile, she lowered her head, grabbed his ass, and plunged down onto his cock. She wanted to swallow him whole, but he was too damn big. Sliding his throbbing member in and out of her mouth, his moans grew, exciting her more.
She lowered one hand to cup him again, when Preston dipped a finger into her pussy. She rose. “Preston, that’s not fair.”
He turned her around. “What’s not fair is you ignoring me. There is no way I can sit here and watch that sweet ass of yours sway and wiggle and not want to make love to you.”
“You’ll get your turn.”
With her facing Preston, Luke managed to slip off the bed. “Where are you going?”
“Undress Preston. I need to get something.”
She could guess what he needed, so she went along with his request, but first she needed to taste Preston’s glorious lips. “Come here.” Each of the brothers was unique, but alike at the same time.
She scooted closer as he leaned forward. She dragged her hands down Preston’s face, opened her mouth, and pulled him toward her. When their lips met, it was like fireworks exploding inside her. He tasted like the spicy sauce he’d served over the chicken. Carnal need blasted her, the need to touch him intense.
Digging her nails into his skin, she dragged her fingers down his back, careful not to leave any marks. His muscles flexed under her touch and she pressed him closer, needing more contact.
The bed dipped behind her. The second she heard the squeak of the lid opening, her pussy gushed fluids. She’d finally get to experience both men at the same time.
Luke leaned forward, his nose against her hair. “I hope you want me as much as I want you, darlin’.”
Her mouth went dry. “Yes.”
The two brothers must have been telepathic, for the moment Luke found her tight hole in her bottom, Preston discovered her pussy. The simultaneous stimulation nearly lifted her off the bed. Her exploration of Preston’s mouth was momentarily forgotten.
Luke’s second finger joined the first. She tried to relax those muscles, desperately wanting to take in all of him. Preston crooked his finger and rubbed her most sensitive spot, brushing her clit along the way.
“I need you both, now.” She didn’t know why she asked. They’d told her to be patient, that they wanted to make love to her slowly, but sometimes her needs overpowered her so much, she couldn’t think.
They didn’t verbally respond. She’d been about to beg again when Preston’s lips captured hers, making her forget everything but his warm, supple lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with every ounce of love in her body.
Luke trailed kisses down her back while he used his free hand to massage her behind. So relaxed, she pressed down on his fingers to get more of him.
“I think she’s almost ready, Preston.”
Preston’s thumb and forefinger captured her nipples and squeezed.
“Oh. God, yes I’m ready.”
“Lean over, darlin’, on your hands.”
Before she had the chance, Preston dropped down on the bed and pulled her to him. With her ass in the air, Luke moved closer and nudged his cock against her puckered hole. With steady pressure, he eased in the head past the tight muscles. God, his fingers didn’t come close to being the same size as his cock. Getting in took some doing, despite the lube easing the way.
“Relax those sweet cheeks.” He lightly slapped her butt, and she tried to do as he asked, but with each push, her body wanted to contract around him.
Probably to distract her, Preston held her up by her ribcage and nibbled on her tit, drawing the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened crest. Her fingers wove through his hair. As she leaned over to kiss his eyes and his nose, Luke dove in, filling her to the near breaking point.
“That’s too big.”
“Easy.” Luke massaged her behind. “I’m going stay here a moment to let you get used to me, and then I’m going to pull you back so you’re sitting on me.”
While she tried to adjust to his huge cock in her rear, Preston continued his assault on her lips. When she finally relaxed her rear, he pulled on her hips and tilted her back. His cock drove up her ass halfway through her body. Her throat nearly closed from the amazing pulses radiating through her body. Her full weight drove his cock to the back of her womb. With her breath lodged in her throat, she was unable to even groan.
“Sweet Jesus,” Luke exclaimed. “Darlin’, I’ve never had a woman this tight. My cock is ready to explode.”
Preston was on his knees in front of her, his cock hard and ready. “I’m going to impale that sweet pussy. Lean back for me.”
She was so wet, he didn’t need to prime her, but when she leaned back, Luke’s cock sank further. She wasn’t sure she could take any more.
Preston’s fingers had already gotten her sopping wet, and she was so ready for him, assuming there was any room left.
“Lift her up, Luke.”
She didn’t understand the command until Luke lifted her hips and pulled out a little before plunging in again. Every inch of movement sent sparks of need through her.
Luke’s thrusting sent her over the edge. “I’m going to come.”
Preston kissed her hard. “Don’t you dare. Wait for me. You’re going to love having both of us fuck you at the same time. Your pussy is going to weep and quiver before we let you explode.”
Oh, how she loved it when he talked dirty to her.
With that, he nudged open her pussy and pressed in. Her eyes widened. Taking two cocks at one time ignited every nerve bundle in her body. She couldn’t breathe, despite her heart racing too fast. She had to hold on to Preston’s shoulder as he drove into her. Both men seated themselves at the same time, and she was sure something would break.
“Take a breath, Chelsea.”
They didn’t move their hips. Instead, Preston trailed his fingers down her arms, sending shivers of delight to her heart. Her pulse slowed. Luke caressed her neck and swirled her hair in his fingers.
When she leaned back her head, Preston took advantage of the space and captured her breasts. When her body started to relax again, Luke slowly glided out partway and stopped, allowing Preston to begin his seductive thrusts.
“Love us always,” Preston said in almost a whisper.
The lights were dim inside Lydia’s place, and no one appeared to be sneaking around, but he needed to be cautious. With gun drawn, Tom strode up the steps. “Lydia? It’s Deputy Tom Carnes.” He knocked, inhaling to keep his beating heart from racing.
The door opened right away. Maybe it was the glow from the yellow porch light, but her skin looked pale and her eyes glazed. A gun dangled from her fingers. He tightened his grip on his weapon, praying she hadn’t taken things into her own hands.
“Come in.” Her voice wobbled as if she was working hard to keep it together.
He’d just closed the door when she threw herself in his arms. “I know he’ll come back, but I’ll be ready when he does.”
He exhaled a sigh of relief and concentrated on what she’d said. Next time implied Snake was still alive. For that he was thankful. He would have hated to bring her in on charges, even if it had been in self-defense. He never forgot the first person he’d had to kill. The memory still rattled around in his brain every time he drew his weapon.
With her body pressed tightly against his, he absorbed her warmth for a moment. Her hair smelled like strawberries, and her face was smooth against his cheek.
Don’t do this to yourself. You have a crime to solve. He held her out at arm’s length. Only then did he notice the bruising on her cheek and the cut on her lip. “Snake do this to you?”
“Yes, but I got him back. I bet his eyes are going to sting for a long time.”
“What did you do? Get him with pepper spray?”
Her bottom lip stuck out a little. “Yes.”
“Good.” He thought he caught a hint of defiance from her stance.
“If I hadn’t sprayed him when I did, I’m thinking he might have raped me, or worse, killed me.”
“I’m glad you were prepared for him.” Acid roiled in his stomach at what could have happened. With an arm around her shoulder, he led her into the kitchen. “Sit, and I’ll get some ice. But first I need to take a photo.”
Her hand covered her mouth. “I look terrible.”
Her dismay upset him, but the documentation had to be done. “We’ll need some pictures if you want to press charges.”
She lowered her hands to her side. “You know I do. If I see him again, he’ll be sorry.” She waved the gun, acting like she would use it the next time.
He took the weapon from her fingers and placed it on the table. “Leave Snake to me.” Christ. If she went after the man, Snake might succeed in killing her.
He raced out to the cruiser to retrieve the digital camera, not wanting her to be alone for a minute longer than necessary. When he returned, he had her sit near a lamp and took a few photos. Poor Lydia. The physical wounds would heal, but the emotional ones would stay with her for a long time. He wished he knew what he could say or do to make things better.
Her jaw tightened. “Why can’t he understand the word no?”
He felt her pain. Tom dropped a few ice cubes in a dish towel and handed it to her. She winced as she placed it on her cheek.
“Some men are asses and don’t understand how to treat a woman.” He was a dominant male himself but was never violent. He liked using a little aggressive force in the bedroom but took a firm hand to a woman only when she was ready and willing. Lydia might be that woman if he could get her to trust him. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
Their exchange didn’t take long. Snake wasn’t inside for more than a minute, but Tom wanted to find the bastard and beat him to a pulp. “So, basically, what you’re telling me is when you turned him down, he hit you.”
“Yes. Just so you know, we had been intimate three months ago. When he disappeared, I decided I was finished with men like him.”
He almost cringed thinking about Snake touching her supple body and violating her. Tom studied her solemn expression and believed she might be telling the truth about swearing off violent men. If she’d sworn off all men, he would have been disappointed. His relief surprised even him.
“That’s good thinking, but I don’t trust him not come back for a little revenge.”
“I can take care of myself.”
While he appreciated her spunk, she was no match for a man like Snake. “I don’t want to let you out of my sight. Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
She turned her head toward his face and looked up. He accepted her invitation and captured her lips. He wasn’t demanding, like he desired. This time, he wanted her to lead the way. When she opened her mouth, he groaned.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tom had clasped his fingers on the top of her panties and was dragging them down. Either Lydia wanted them off or she was too turned on by the kiss to care. He thumbed her nipple through the thin material, but he wanted more.
“Lydia.” His voice came out strangled.
She smiled. “Take all that you want.”
Dear God, did she really say that? It was as if Publishers Clearing House had come to his door with a mock-up of that big, fat check and said he’d get millions a year for life. No, this was better.
He lowered the straps on her bra and ran his tongue down the swell of her breast. “You’ve got to help free me.” If someone didn’t, he’d come in his uniform.
She reached down with one hand and somehow managed to unhook and unzip him. He lowered his pants until he realized his dilemma. “Damn boots.”
Both he and Tom got rid of their clothes fast, tossing them everywhere. The only one dressed now was Lydia, in her matching bra and panties that were halfway down her legs.
He finally looked at her naked pussy. “You are magnificent.”
Her eyes shone. “I’m glad you like it.” Her gaze bounced between the two of them. “I think you two are the magnificent ones. Wow. I’ve never seen two big cocks at once before.”
His heart raced. They’d be her first double-team. Making this good for her was a must, no matter how much he wanted to fuck her right now.
While he loved chitchatting, she needed to be naked. He sampled her lips, and his fingers dipped under her bra and pinched her nipples.
“Oh,” she gasped.
He glanced down. Tom was between her legs, lapping up her honey. Once again, he wasn’t sure if she’d reacted to his playful tug or to Tom’s tongue-fucking action, but he wanted to continue his exploration. He couldn’t wait to taste her, but his time would come. Then he’d dive in with his cock.
For now, her beautiful, bountiful tits were all his, as was her luscious mouth. He lowered her bra strap slowly and gazed at the soft curve of her shoulder and the fullness of her breasts. A man could get lost in those tits for days. He refused to be jealous over any other man who’d had her. She’d changed. She was theirs now. All theirs.
Lowering his head, he inhaled her womanly scent. Given the shower at the station had a bottle of herbal bodywash, he knew her scent was a mixture of mint and peaches. His mouth slowly followed the trail between her abundant cleavage. He reached across her and lowered the other strap, making sure to brush against her hardened nipple. Using both hands, he moved the cups down enough to display the fullness of her breasts, but not enough for her nipples to appear.
She grabbed Justin’s shoulder, and her eyes rolled back in her head. No doubt Tom had done some wonderful maneuver on her. Not to be outdone, he dragged his thumbs over her breasts and stopped at her nipples. They were rosy and perky. Yes, she was wiggling with need, but he had needs, too. He latched onto the swollen crest and sucked her hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tom was moving upward to mount her. His pleasure trip was done for now.
* * * *
The intensity kept building, and Lydia was having a hard time knowing where to focus. First Tom would touch the little hood covering her clit and send her skyward. Just as waves of carnal lust assaulted her, Justin would caress and suckle her nipple. One went fast and the other slow. The combination nearly sent her over the edge.
She’d never been with two men before. She probably should feel guilty, but she’d dreamt of this moment for so long, she believed it was right.
Justin let go of her nipple, and she opened her eyes.
Tom was between her legs, his huge cock poised above her.
“I want you, darlin’.” He ripped open a condom he’d gotten from somewhere and pulled it on.
His grin made her wetter. “That makes two of us.” Next time, she wanted to do the honors of covering his thick, pulsating cock with the protective latex.
Justin had moved off to the side, so she was able to wrap her arms around Tom and pull him close. She expected him to plunge in. Instead, he dipped the tip in an inch, leaned over, and kissed her ever so softly.
“What’s wrong?” Had she upset him?
“Absolutely nothing, darlin’. Justin wants to love you, too. Go ahead and kneel with your back to me.”
She wasn’t sure how this was going to work. While she’d fantasized about having sex two at a time, she wasn’t sure she could handle both men right now. Someone had told her that a body shriveled from lack of use. Since they were gentle men, she did as Tom asked. He kissed the nape of her neck and positioned his cock near her pussy.
Her body must have sagged, for Tom got real close to her ear. “You’re not ready.”
Before she had a chance to respond about having sex in her rear end, he moved his big cock downward, seating himself all the way to the end of her pussy. Snake was never this big, nor was Ed or Harold. Good Lord, the man was hung well. Instead of Tom thrusting in her as she expected, he remained still and wrapped his hands over her tits.
“I love these.” He pressed the tips between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. The pressure built, but so did the heat.
Justin moved into her sight and her eyes widened at his enormous cock, which she swore had grown twenty percent in a matter of seconds. He grabbed his cock and dangled it within an inch of her mouth. “Open up for me, honey.”
Now she understood why Tom wanted her in this position. Her dream was coming true. How many nights had she thought of taking Justin in her mouth and treating him to her form of love? Since his cock sat too low to reach, she adjusted by leaning forward on her hands, eye level to his purpling dick. “Oh, my.”
That movement allowed Tom to move down her wet channel more than she believed possible. She contracted her walls to hold him tight.
“You’re killing me, darlin’.”
Good. His hands slid down to her hips, and he guided her back and forth, creating delicious friction against her walls. Now it was he who was killing her.