[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Consensual BDSM, Cowboy, Contemporary, Menage a Trois, Spanking, Sex Toys, MFM, HEA]
In Healing Pleasure, grief counselor Lena Conley is certain Trey Berke’s cagey plan to get close to his best friend, Brit Matthews, is a bad idea. Both men are stubborn, reserved, and mouthwateringly hot. Never one to turn away from someone in need, she tactically coerces Brit to talk even as she carefully chips away at Trey’s hidden pain. Little does she know, the SEALs will heal her and offer a provocative passion that will steal her heart.
When an op takes a grave turn, Brit is left with an injury that threatens to end his career and a memory of horrid images he can’t erase. Recovering on Rescue Ranch adds to his misery…until the sexy, compassionate Lena comes along.
Trey was a teenager headed for destruction when Brit dragged him to Rescue Ranch. It changed his life and cemented an unbreakable bond between them. Returning to the Team without Brit isn’t an option. Neither is claiming Lena.
In Finding Pleasure, there’s little Zoey Jamison enjoys more than cooking, but lately, her meals have become as sour as her personal life. Looking to spice things up, she leaves everything behind and hits the road for parts unknown. When she finds herself on Rescue Ranch, sexy cowboys Trent Dickson and Bobby Wiggins awaken wicked hungers she’s never known. But what they expect in exchange for their touch might be too much.
As former Navy officers and men who grew up on Rescue Ranch, Trent and Bobby love to eat a good meal and aren’t afraid of hard work. When Zoey shows up on the ranch, they know the beautifully sophisticated, if a bit frazzled, chef is for them. Convincing her to let her hair down is easy enough, but getting her to realize she’s the submissive they’ve been looking for is an uphill battle they’re more than willing to fight from the kitchen to the bedroom and straight into her heart.
Tonya Ramagos is a Siren-exclusive author.
“What can I do for you?” Though he worded the question politely enough, his tone made it evident he wasn’t pleased by the interruption despite the flicker of interest she saw in his eyes.
Take me to the nearest bed. Strip me naked, tie me down, and touch me until I’m begging you to fuck me. Oh, and don’t forget to invite…
“Trey.” His name rolled from her lips as if completing the thought aloud.
Holy shit! Had she gone crazy? This guy was a client! Well, a potential client since she hadn’t yet given Trey her word she would work with Brit. Still, potential or not, she was a professional. She was here to decide if she could help this man though his grief, not to fuck him blind. She could do this. She could ignore the electric desire sparking in her head, sizzling through her body in a mad rush to be pleasured, and focus on her job. Couldn’t she?
His cheek flexed and she suspected if his face had been cleanly shaven she would’ve seen the muscle in the strong line of his jaw tick. “You’re here to see Trey?”
She nodded once, both in answer to his question and in an attempt to jar her mind from the quick plane to double-stud-land it seemed insistent on boarding. It fit with the ruse Trey had insisted they use. She was supposed to make Brit think she was dating Trey.
Heaven help me. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Brit averted his gaze, but not before she saw a spark on temper in his eyes. “He’s working. Try his cell.”
Realizing she’d walked close enough to him to invade his personal space, she stopped and knew in an instant the length of a football field wouldn’t be a safe distance from this man. His height coupled with the fact that he was still standing on the treadmill forced her to tip her head back so she could keep looking at him. Sweat beaded on the tips of the dark hairs that nearly reached his broad shoulders. He didn’t appear to be out of breath from his exercises, but she couldn’t quite tell if the tightness in his expression was from pain in his knee or her presence.
“I’m Lena Conley.” She extended her hand and waited for him to look at her again before she gave him what she hoped was a friendly smile.
His gaze dropped to her hand before lifting to her eyes. He hesitated, as if trying to decide whether to give her the brushoff or be polite, and finally closed his large hand around hers. “Brit Matthews.”
Awareness, swift and panty-wetting, zinged through her system at the contact. She tried to ignore the embers of white-hot need that rained through her and focus on the job she’d come here to do, on the role Trey wanted her to play in order to complete the mission he’d recruited her for.
She tipped her head back further to look at the sky. “It’s a beautiful day out here. I can see why you’re exercising outside.”
“It’s not by choice,” he grumbled and let go of her hand.
Because her palm burned to touch more of him, she curled her fingers into a fist at her side. “How did you hurt your knee?”
“Horse got spooked. I fell off and landed on it.”
The lie seemed to roll from his lips so easily she wondered how often he’d used it before. She winced as if she believed him. “Ouch. That sucks. I’ve never been on a horse.”
His gaze dropped to her legs and her pulse spiked. She actually felt the look on the bare flesh of her legs. He dragged his attention back to her face and she swore his eyes were a full two shades darker. “You’re short, but with the right stallion between your legs, I’m betting you’d ride you just fine.” His eyes sparked with a challenge that turned his statement into an innuendo. “I’m surprised Trey hasn’t taught a pretty thing like you how ride already.”
No, he definitely wasn’t talking about riding a horse. Heat filled her cheeks and she rushed to distract herself from the image of straddling his waist or Trey’s. “Are you a Navy SEAL, too?”
He shot a pointed look at his knee and the sorrow that moved through is handsome face before he quickly masked it tore at her heart. “I was.”
Lena planted her hands on her hips. “Was? What kind of SEAL talks like that?” The injured kind. The kind with invisible wounds he doesn’t know how to heal. “Don’t you frogmen have a saying, once a SEAL, always a SEAL, or something like that?”
“As a matter of fact, we have a saying exactly like that.”
Trey’s words were the only warning Lena got that he’d joined them before his strong arms wound around her and pulled her back against the hard wall of his body. Instinctively, she tipped her head back and turned it to look at him. She saw his intention in his eyes a nanosecond before his mouth came down on hers.
“Good. Crawl on your hands and knees onto the bed. Brit’s waiting for you.”
Trey released her and she turned to find Brit stretched out in the center of his bed, his arms relaxed at his sides, and his delicious-looking cock laying thick and hard against his abdomen, the head reaching his navel.
Her knees wobbled as she moved to the foot of the bed, her attention locked on Brit’s cock like a homing beacon. She climbed onto the end of the bed, spreading her legs on either side of Brit’s as she crawled on her hands and knees up his body. She stopped at his thighs, met his heated gaze, and slid a hand beneath his cock, lifting its heavy weight off his stomach. A bead of pre-cum glistened in the slit of his cockhead, beckoning her to taste. She licked her lips, started to lower her head, and froze when he ordered her to stop.
“Unless you want me to tie your hands behind your back, you’ll want to let go of my cock, darlin’.”
Lena huffed a breath, frowned, and eased his cock back down to rest on his stomach.
He laced his fingers behind his head and cocked a brow at her. “Keep coming.”
She crawled closer, until her knees were on either side of his hips, then he gave her another command to stop.
He stared up at her, his gaze studying her face for a long moment before he spoke. “Did I tell you to suck my cock, darlin’?”
He made a considering face as his lips stretched in a pleased grin. “Don’t stop yourself on that one, sweet thing. Sir works just fine for me, though Trey and I weren’t gonna require that of you just yet.”
“I want to taste you.” She couldn’t remember ever wanting a cock in her mouth so badly. Her taste buds were zinging off the charts. Her mouth watered so profusely she had to keep swallowing to prevent it from filling.
“Not this time, darlin’.” He finally touched her. His hands closed beneath her dangling breasts, squeezed, and his thumbs raked over her hardened nipples. He lifted his head, used his hold on her breasts to pull her down, and gave one nipple a quick, pressured bite before licking away the sting.
Lena threw her head back as he gave her other breast the same treatment, the pleasure-laced pain of the bites igniting a flaming path of pulsing need that traveled straight to her cunt. She lowered her hips, felt her folds glide over his shaft, and attempted to position her pussy in a way that would allow her to draw his cock inside her. The next bite coupled with the pinch on her other nipple drew a small scream from her throat even as juices coated her folds.
“Are you determined to make me punish you, Lena?”
“No, sir.” The shock of pain left a throbbing need in its wake that made her clit pulse in a begging unison with her nipples. “Please. If I can’t taste you, then let me feel you, Brit.”
Behind her, the bed shifted as Trey’s hands closed over the cheeks of her ass. “Word that request correctly, sugar, and he might give it to you.”
Word the request correctly? For a moment, she didn’t understand. Trey’s hands massaged her ass, surprisingly in the same rhythm Brit’s hands massaged her breasts. The double manipulation to two of her most sensitive areas made it difficult for her to think.
“Ask me for what you want, darlin’.”
She wanted so much she wasn’t sure where to begin. Their touches electrified every erogenous zone in her body, short-circuited her mind, and awakened nerve endings she hadn’t known she possessed. Trey made it worse when he pushed a finger between her ass cheeks and pressed the tip against her anus.
“Oh, God.” She bowed her head as the pressure spread to mount in her womb. “Please.”
Trey massaged her anus, but didn’t attempt to enter the forbidden hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here, sugar?”
She shook her head as her ass trembled with anticipation. Mark had focused on teaching her to obey his commands by taking her to the teetering line between pleasure and pain, but their time together had been stolen before they’d made it to anal play. “No, sir.”
Brit’s thumbs and forefingers latched onto her nipples, tugging and pinching and sending more bolts of electrified needs ricocheting from her breasts, to her pussy, to her ass.
“I like hearing that.” Trey’s finger retreated and his callused palms caressed her cheeks. “I like knowing I’ll be the first to sink my cock in your virgin ass.”
Brit released one nipple, slid the hand up to cup her nape, and pulled her head down. His breath fanned her lips when he spoke, adding more fuel to the already raging fire in her system. “Trey will make sure that tight hole is nice and stretched before he fucks it, darlin’.”
She made a sound that might have been a whimper or a plea. Whatever it was got lost in Brit’s mouth as he kissed her. He drove his tongue into her mouth, immediately assuming control and taking her breath away. One of Trey’s hands left her ass and she thought she heard a soft click. Then the hand was back, the finger slipping between her cheeks again, this time bringing with it a cooling sensation.
“Think about it, sugar.” Trey’s finger eased inside her ass a fraction of an inch.
Lena felt her muscles squeeze around his fingertip of their own accord. The alien sensation ignited a bittersweet burn that traveled straight to her flaming pussy.
“Imagine how it will feel when you have my cock in your tight ass and Brit’s dick in your hot pussy at the same time.”
How did he know she really needed far more than a little gas so she could get her car rolling again? Zoey stared into Bobby’s light brown eyes and wanted so badly to tell him her life story and beg to stay on the ranch that it surprised her. What the hell was she thinking? She’d known this man for all of ten minutes at best, and yet the sudden urge to fold herself in his arms and ask him to rescue her from the world swept through her so swiftly, she nearly did it. Instead, she stepped away from his powerful touch just as Trent walked into the parlor.
“Here you go, darlin’.” Trent passed her a glass of tea and turned to hand another to Bobby. “Did you convince her to stick around for lunch yet?”
Bobby took the glass in the hand he’d used to cup her cheek and tossed her heels to the floor near the sofa. “I was working on it.”
Zoey’s gaze followed the shoes and she winced at the sharp sound they made as they hit the hardwood floor. “Would you mind being more careful with those? They’re Jimmy Choos.”
The men exchanged quizzical looks, glanced at the shoes, and then turned their gazes on her.
“Darlin’.” Trent’s voice held the slow drawl of the Deep South and moved over her like warm, sugary syrup. “I dunno where you’ve come from, but the only Jimmy on this ranch would rather chew on horse feed than a pair of shoes.”
Zoey cracked up. She couldn’t help it. It was just too fucking cute! “Jimmy Choo is a Malaysian fashion designer out of London. Those shoes your friend just tossed across the floor like a couple of dirty rags cost me nearly a thousand dollars.”
Both men stared at her as if she’d suddenly sprouted a second head.
“You paid a thousand dollars…” Bobby started.
“For shoes?” Trent finished. “Christ, do we want to know what you paid for that skirt and blouse you’re wearing?”
Still giggling, Zoey shook her head. “Probably not.”
“You must be one hell of a cook to be able to afford designer stuff like that, unless—”
“Wait. You can cook?”
Though Trent’s surprised question had cut Bobby off midsentence, she knew what the man had been about to say. Unless she had a boyfriend or husband back home who had bought the clothes for her. She felt herself bristle and didn’t think to hold back the retort before it spilled from her lips.
She pinned Bobby with a steely glare. “What is it with men that think women can’t make enough money on their own to afford lavish clothes if they want them?” Before he could respond, she shifted her attention to Trent. “And yes, I can cook.”
“I didn’t mean…” Bobby started, but she bulldozed over him as she continued to talk to Trent.
“I have my own catering business back home.”
“Which means you can cook?” he asked again.
She rolled her eyes and let out baffled half laugh at the dumbfounded expression that had taken over his handsome face. “Yes, I can cook.”
“Lord have mercy on my heart.” Trent covered said heart with his free hand as he set his glass of tea on the end table and closed the distance between them before she could blink. In the next instant, his strong arms locked around her waist and he pulled her against the hard wall of his body. “Marry us, Zoey.”
“Say yes, and I promise we’ll have you a ring by sundown.”
She didn’t know what had everything in her mind and body going haywire most, feeling the heat of his solid body seeping into her flesh even through the material of her clothes, his outlandish proposal, or the fact that his proposal had included words like us and we’ll.
“I…” Don’t know what to say.
Of course, she wouldn’t say yes. Hell, she was already dodging one proposal, and she’d known that guy for months. She certainly wouldn’t marry him or them or… Them? What kind of backwoods world had she stumbled into? Surely, that hadn’t been what he’d meant.
Bobby walked up beside Trent and patted the man on the back of the shoulder even as he slid his other hand around her waist just below Trent’s arms. The combination of their touches, of both their bodies so close to hers, and the mixed aromas of soap, sweat, and man short-circuited every rational thought in her head.
“I think you’re moving a bit too fast for our girl.”
Their girl? Zoey shot a look at the shoes Bobby had discarded, stupidly expecting them to be red when she knew damn well they were black. She hadn’t clicked the heels of them together when she’d gotten out of her car and been transported to Oz either. Had she?
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Trent drawled, his gaze never leaving hers. “Forgive me, darlin’. I get a little quick on the trigger when I find something I want.” He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly released her. “How about I make you another proposition?”
Zoey’s head was still reeling from the first one. Quick on the trigger? He’d gotten that much right. Something he wanted? Jeez, she couldn’t keep up! “I, uh, that depends on what you’re proposing this time.”
“You…want me…to…” She’d never masturbated in front of anyone before. Oh, God. Could she do this?
If you don’t, they might punish you.
A part of her was willing to risk it. Another part of her felt a dark thrill speed through her at the idea of Trent and Bobby watching her finger her pussy. Because there wasn’t a single part of her that even considered using her safe word, she crawled onto the rose petal covered bed, turned over onto her back, and spread her legs wide.
She closed her eyes, bringing the fantasy from the night before back to the forefront of her mind as she lightly touched herself just below her breasts. The clamps hadn’t been there last night in her imagination, but she could work with it. She danced her fingers down her abdomen and stomach, pausing briefly just before they reached her clit. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she slipped a finger between her folds and found the swollen, throbbing bud.
Her breasts lifted at the first glorious touch to the part of her that was so desperately longing for more. She gave herself that, circling the pad of her finger over her clit in a pressured grind that drew soft moans from her throat.
“Zoey, why are your eyes closed, sweetheart?”
She dimly heard Bobby’s question and barely registered the shift of the mattress before she felt the heat of his hand close around her ankle. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, concentrating on the fantasy as the claws of the orgasm scraped her womb.
“Answer me, Zoey.” Bobby’s tone grew harsher.
Zoey sighed, but still didn’t open her eyes. “I’m concentrating. My eyes were closed last night when I started.”
“Then fast forward to the part where you opened them and look at us,” Trent ordered.
Zoey’s sighed, her finger stilling on her clit as she opened her eyes. Her mouth opened, too, when the first thing she saw was Bobby’s delicious looking cock in her face. Her gaze slid past his shaft to see that it was Trent that had crawled between her legs. As if Trent’s magnificent cock wasn’t distracting enough, he’d put something transparent yellow around it with what looked like a slender dildo jutting from in front of his balls.
She squinted her eyes in puzzlement as her gaze jumped up to meet his. “What is that?”
“Another toy we think you’re gonna love.” Bobby slid a hand beneath her head, his long fingers caressing her scalp. “I was gonna be the one to wear it, but after watching you suck his dick, I couldn’t wait to feel your hot little mouth around my cock. You went wild on Trent’s dick, sweetheart. I’m betting you’re gonna go crazy on mine when he’s fucking your cunt and your ass at the same time you’re sucking me off.”
Zoey’s attention dropped to the dildo-looking-thing between Trent’s legs as realization dawned. “Will it hurt?” It was decidedly the stupidest question she’d asked since she’d walked into the room and she knew it. Of course, it was going to hurt. The butt plug Trent had put in her ass that morning had hurt…at first. Then it had started to not hurt so much, as in that fine line between pain and pleasure kind of not hurt so much.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay.”
Trent’s lips tilted in that cocky grinned that transformed him from mere sexy to a sex God. “That’s our girl.”
Zoey angled her head, studying the contraption he’d put on his cock. “Does it hurt you?” It looked like it should. She could tell it was made of rubber, but a thick ring circled the base of his cock, holding it in place. The rubber got thicker in the front and had a raised piece in the center that she deduced by the design to be something made to stimulate her clit while his cock and that other part were inside her pussy and ass.
Trent chuckled. “It feels good. This part”—he curled his fingers around the piece circling the base of his dick—”works like a cockring. Have you ever heard of those?”
Zoey nodded. They were supposed to keep a man from climaxing too quickly. The trouble came in knowing she was dealing with an experienced Dom. If he could teach her to control her orgasms like he’d said, then she didn’t doubt for a second he could control his. Anything to make him last even longer meant… “I’m in for a long night, aren’t I?”
Bobby snickered and caressed the back of her head. “Are you complaining, sweetheart?”
Zoey smiled up at him. “Not yet.” She might be soon, though. The idea of having every erogenous zone on her body explored, fucked, and toyed with at the same time could very likely send her over an edge she’d never imagined.
“I doubt you’ll start anytime soon, darlin’.” Trent leaned over her and lowered his head, tracing her collarbone with the tip of his tongue before licking his way down her chest. He stopped at her nipple, circled the clamp and left a wet needy flame burning in her areola as he continued down her abdomen. He lifted his head and shifted between her legs. “Are you ready for me?”
Zoey reached out to cup his nape with one hand and closed her other hand around the back of Bobby’s hairy thigh next to her. “I’m ready for both of you.”
She realized she was. She understood the purpose of the toy Trent was wearing. The gooey dildo-thingy was similar to the butt plug in its importance. It was another way they were preparing her virgin hole to take one of their cocks while the other fucked her pussy. Still, her body burned for what Bobby had promised her this morning. Every inch of her being was aching to ride Trent’s cock with her hands bound behind her back while Bobby fucked her ass.
Bobby gazed down at her, his heart in his eyes. “You’re not yet, sweetheart, but you will be soon.”