[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, HEA]
Paula Watkins fears dominant men after surviving an abusive relationship. Working at Dixie Chix, she becomes interested in two brothers. One flirts with her like crazy and the other thinks she’s too young to play his sort of games. Rumor has it that Matt and Tyler Depolis are practically Doms and they demand control and submission.
In a trial run, they expose Paula to the prospects for such a relationship, and she’s interested. It will take some convincing for them to prove that they mean no harm, just pleasure. But they’re not the only ones interested in one of Dixie Chix's main girls. Someone is stalking her and about to claim Paula as their own.
Matt owns a construction company, and Tyler is the fire inspector and arson investigator for Delite. When Tyler, Sheriff Parker, and local detectives figure out that their arsonist and murderer is also Paula’s stalker, it may just be too late.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Release her now.”
The firm voice came from behind her as the guy released his hold and looked shocked to see the person talking. Before she could look behind her as she stepped quickly away from the three men, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and a solid chest pressed against her back. Whoever was behind her was big and muscular. His thick forearm was across her belly and she felt a large palm against her hip bone.
She turned to the right and saw Matt was there, too. His shoulder-length brown hair pressed into his blue collared shirt. The look in his eyes scared her, and she wondered what would happen next.
“What the hell? We were talking to the lady first, so take a walk,” said one of the men in slurred speech.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I saw her first and she’s mine.” The sound of Tyler’s firm, deep voice vibrated through her body. He squeezed her tighter, and she grabbed onto his forearm as he nearly lifted her off the floor. She was not only shocked by the strong authoritative tone but also by the fact that she was actually in his arms.
“Go sit back down, enjoy your beers, and leave her alone. That’s your final warning,” Matt stated, and the arm that wrapped around her pulled her away from the three men. She saw their facial expressions, and they looked downright pissed off.
She grabbed Tyler’s wrist and tried prying it off of her as he walked her away.
“Let go of me.” She looked up sideways to a large shoulder and then the mean, intense expression on Tyler’s face.
Holy fuck, Tyler looks pissed.
Suddenly her heart was racing and she felt about to vomit. Of course the smell of the other man’s stinky beer breath and cigarette smell was nearly gone and replaced with some expensive men’s cologne of Tyler’s. All fear and concern about the past situation cleared from her mind, and she was suddenly keenly in tune to Tyler. His muscular forearm was pressed below her bustline. Her breasts felt perky, and her nipples were hard. The sensation in her belly was a mix of fear and delight. Was Tyler actually paying attention to her? Only minutes ago he had ignored her at the bar.
By the time they had her in the hallway away from the crowd, she got him to release her.
“Will you let go of me, please?”
Tyler turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Her ass hit the Sheetrock and then her shoulder blades. The rhinestones on her back pockets dug into her ass, but she dared not move, not with the looks both Matt and Tyler gave her.
The two men stared down at her, and she had never realized until this moment how tall and muscular they were or how intimidating.
Tyler placed one hand against the wall over her shoulder and very close to her skin. The other hand held her waist so she was trapped against the hard surface. Matt leaned beside her with his arms crossed and a mean expression on his face. She swallowed hard.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing going over there to talk with those assholes?” Tyler asked, and she was startled by his abrasive tone.
“Damn it, woman, I asked you a question. What were you thinking?” When he raised his voice at her, she began to tremble. His hard expression, lines near the corners of his eyes and hint of whiskers on his face made him appear rustic and hard. His Adam’s apple moved, and she could see the smooth tan of his chest with the two top buttons open. She swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as the words caught in her throat.
“I didn’t think—”
He interrupted her with his face a few inches from hers. “That’s right. You didn’t think. Not for one minute did you think that perhaps a woman like you, dressed like you, looking like you, shouldn’t go near a bunch of drunk, rowdy cowboys and flaunt yourself.”
“What? I wasn’t flaunting anything!” she exclaimed then attempted to move away. She felt her large breasts bounce within the low-cut camisole. Tyler’s eyes grazed over them.
Tyler pressed the palm of his hand to her belly, and she froze in place then leaned back against the wall.
God, the man was intense.
“That asshole went after you the other night, did he not?” he asked with his tone firm and with such authority she found herself shaking and utterly turned on. That just wasn’t a normal reaction. She began to respond and stuttered.
Tyler stepped closer. He maneuvered his fingers under her hair to the base of her head. His fingers were entwined in her hair, and his right hand moved from her belly to her waist. The camisole she wore was short and revealed some of her flat belly. His thumb pressed against her skin, and she sucked in her breath. The man had a way about him, and now Matt stood with his back toward the crowd and his arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared down at her. She took an unsteady breath.
“I’m working and was making my way from the bar. I would have still been there if you hadn’t acted like a jerk.”
Tyler raised his eyebrow at her in such an adorable, sexy way she almost forgot that she was in trouble with him right now. What the hell is going on?
“You stay away from him. You stay away from every man in this place.”
“What? Are you insane or something, Tyler? Ya know what? I don’t need this. Let me go. If I have to stay away from every man in this place, then I’ll start with you and your brother.”
She began to move, but his hand gently yet firmly held her hip in place. He stared at her with such an intense expression she froze.
“You didn’t let me finish. You stay away from every man in this place except for Matt and I.”
“If you belonged to us, then I would have taken you somewhere immediately and punished you for your lack of thinking. Your job is to protect what is ours and that includes your body.”
She shook her head and stood up.
“No, no I can’t do that,” she stated with her head down and began to walk away. Matt stopped her by touching her waist. He reached under her chin and tilted her face toward him so he could see into her light-green eyes.
“You can’t trust us?” he asked her.
“I don’t know either of you. This is a mistake. I thought I knew what I wanted, what I need, but I don’t. I can’t just trust you both. I can’t give up control of me like that.”
“Why not?” Tyler asked before Matt had a chance to.
“Why not?” Matt demanded to know when she didn’t answer his brother.
“You’ll hurt me,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Matt looked at Tyler, and he hoped his brother understood what to do.
There was silence and then Tyler’s strong, deep voice laced with Texan accent sounded. “Paula, come to me now.” He released her, and she turned toward Tyler. Tyler held her eyes and kept a serious facial expression.
“Now. Do not make me ask again.”
She walked toward him with her head down. When she was standing in front of him, he uncrossed his arms.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes.
“I understand that trust is something earned. You will be sharing your fears and your past with us sooner rather than later. But for now, we are willing to be patient to an extent. I’m going to give you an idea about what it will be like to belong to us. I guarantee there is much pleasure, even if some pain is inflicted first.”
She took a deep breath. Matt watched her chest. The urge to touch her and even taste her was tugging at him.
“Raise your hands up and cross them behind your head. Now,” he ordered, and she immediately did as she was told.
“Spread your feet apart. Further,” he added when she only moved a few inches.
Matt could see the definition in her arms and in her legs. Her breasts pushed out, revealing more cleavage. Her short skirt brushed across her tan, toned thighs.
“Look at me and focus on the sound of my voice.” Tyler moved a little closer to her and reached out to touch her cheek with his index finger. He gently glided it down her jaw to her lower lip.
“You are a very beautiful woman, Paula. Your eyes are such a brilliant shade of light green and your lips are full and plump. Did you enjoy kissing Matt?”
She nodded her head.
“Words, Paula. As much as I desire to hear you moan, I want to hear your voice.”
She blushed from his words, and Matt’s cock shoved against the zipper of his dress pants. He was so aroused right now it was hard to focus.
Tyler continued a path with his finger down her neck to her breast. He rubbed his thumb along her nipple, and she closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes popped open, and Tyler brushed his thumb across her nipple again. She shifted slightly, unconsciously turning so perhaps Tyler would do the same to her other breast.
“Do you like how that feels?”
He cupped her right breast fully then pinched the nipple.
“Oh.” She began to pull her arms down.
“Don’t. Keep your arms up and I will reward you for listening.”
She watched him intently as Tyler moved to give her other breast similar attention. He caressed the nipple with his thumb then cupped her breast. He rolled both nipples between his thumbs and pointer as she closed her eyes and made a soft cooing sound.
“Tell me how that feels, Paula.”
“Good. Very good.”
“Where do you feel my touch, baby?”
“Be more specific.”
“My breasts, my belly, and…”
“Down there,” she whispered so they could barely hear her.
She bit her bottom lip, and he pinched both nipples hard.
“My pussy,” she blurted out, and he smiled. Matt was about to explode in his pants. He walked behind her and ran his finger down her spine to her ass.
She pressed back against his finger.
“Did I say to move?” Tyler reprimanded her.
“Then don’t unless I tell you to.”
He moved his hands from her breast down to her torso. He could see her flat belly. Tyler moved his hands against her hips over the material of her skirt to her thighs.
“Did you like how I touched your breasts, baby?”
“Is there someplace else you want to feel my touch?”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. He loved that. It was a habit she did when she was nervous about speaking her mind.
“Answer him.” Matt placed his hands on her hips.
“Down where?” Matt asked.
“I can’t say it again.”
Matt cupped her breasts from behind her and she gasped.
He had his face next to her neck as he licked her skin then nibbled on her earlobe.
Tyler moved his hands under her skirt and between her thighs but not that high.
“Say it now. Where do you want me to touch you?”
She couldn’t say it.
“Turn around. Bend over the table,” Tyler ordered and she complied.
“Hands in position, legs apart, Paula. Do not make me say it again.”
She did as she was told and Matt stood there in awe.
She was bent over the round wooden table, her legs spread wide, her skirt lifted up to nearly the crevice of her ass. He couldn’t see her panties, and he wondered if she were wearing any.
“You are to obey me or receive punishment.”
“What?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“This body is ours. We own it.”