Two Men to Call Her Own (MFM)

Menage Mountain 14

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,376
2 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary, Menage, MFM, HEA]

Nyssa has given up on finding a man of her own. Then she meets Beckett and Frasier and she realizes that her luck might have changed.

Beckett and Frasier felt like their chances of finding a woman to share were shriveling away. Then they met Nyssa and they were sure their luck had changed. Now all the had to do was convince her to give them a chance.

Nyssa was sure she could fall for the two men but wanted to take it slow. Could she trust them to stick around?

When an unexpected event throws them together for a time, Nyssa realizes that she’s fallen for them but doesn’t know how they feel for her. Will they prove their feelings are true or will she play it safe and resist their efforts to move her in with them?

Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.

Two Men to Call Her Own (MFM)
2 Ratings (5.0)

Two Men to Call Her Own (MFM)

Menage Mountain 14

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,376
2 Ratings (5.0)
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“You smell amazing,” Beckett whispered into her ear.

The warm breath tickled her ear, and she shivered. No one had ever told her she smelled good before. It had to be her shampoo since she hadn’t put on any perfume.

“I like you. A lot,” he said as he maneuvered them around the dance floor.

“I like you, too. You’re fun and interesting,” she returned.

“Frasier likes you, too. He and I agree that you’re just about perfect.”


“To date, see more of each other,” he said.

“I’d like that.”

The song ended, and he drew her closer for a quick kiss that still sent chills down her spine. Then he was leading her back to their table where Frasier waited. He stood and waited until she’d sat before taking his seat again. It was another thing she liked about them. They acted like gentlemen. So few men did these days.

After they’d talked for a while longer, Frasier asked her to dance. She stood with a smile as he held out his hand. Dancing with Frasier was so much different than dancing with Beckett. Frasier teased and had fun dancing with her. Becket had been more intense and less playful. She liked dancing with both men. They were just different.

“I like holding on to you when we dance,” Frasier said, pulling back to look down at her.

“I like being held by you.”

“You really look amazing.”

“Thanks. You guys look pretty good yourselves,” she said.

“I’m glad you agreed to come back to the bar. I wanted an excuse to hold you, and dancing works for that,” he said.

“I feel comfortable in your arms,” she admitted.


When the song was over, he led her back to the table and helped her back into her chair. They talked about the town and what they liked about it most. She found that the men liked that it was small but also that they could live on the mountain with others with similar lifestyles without a lot of harassment from the townsfolk.

Nyssa could understand that. Though people down the mountain had been resistant at first, they’d gotten used to the idea and didn’t fuss about it or treat the inhabitants of Ménage Mountain any differently anymore.

“How did you find out about the mountain here?” Nyssa asked.

“Word travels in certain circles,” Beckett said. “When we heard about it, we came to check it out for ourselves and realized it actually worked here. Didn’t realize it would take so long to find the right woman for us, but we like living where we do anyway.”

“How do you know when you find the right woman?” she asked.

“We’ll just click,” Frasier said. He looked at her and smiled. “We’ll know.”

“Ready to go?” Beckett asked.

“I’d best be getting home. It’s getting late,” Nyssa agreed.

“It’s only eleven,” Frasier said, looking over at Beckett.

“I’m sure she wants to be fresh tomorrow for her day at the spa,” Beckett said.

“I’m ready,” she said with a smile at Frasier.

“Don’t forget we have a date for next weekend. I know you work Saturday morning, but would Saturday afternoon work for you?” Frasier asked.

Nyssa looked over at Beckett, trying to read his expression. Did he want her to come or not? She’d thought they were hitting it off, but he’d seemed to close down after she’d asked about knowing when they had the right woman. Had he thought she’d been fishing?


Why couldn’t she learn to keep her mouth shut instead of being so curious? Had she messed up their budding relationship already? She always managed to scare men away just when she thought they were hitting it off.

“If you’re sure you want me to come,” she said cautiously.

“Of course we do,” Frasier said.

“Then Saturday afternoon would be fine. I’ll drive up there so you don’t have to come down the mountain,” she said. It would also give her a way to go home if things didn’t work out.

“Plan to be there around two or three. We can watch a movie before we eat,” Frasier said.

She smiled and nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

They rose from the table, and Nyssa let Frasier lead her toward the door with Beckett bringing up the rear. Once outside, Beckett hurried ahead of them and started the truck. She liked to think it was to warm it up faster for her, but she wasn’t sure if it were that or that he was anxious to be rid of her. She couldn’t help but feel a little depressed after they’d started out doing so well.

When they arrived at her apartment, Frasier helped her down, but Beckett didn’t bother getting out of the truck. She led the way to her apartment door and turned after unlocking it to tell Frasier goodnight. He pulled her into his arms and brushed his lips across hers before deepening the kiss. He swept his tongue along hers as his hands ran up and down her arms then squeezed her upper arms as he devoured her mouth.

When he slowly pulled away, he looked down into her eyes and smiled. She could see that the kiss had affected him as much as it had her. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded. She smiled up at him.

“Good night, Frasier. Tell Beckett I said good night to him as well. I didn’t realize he wasn’t going to come with us,” she said.

“He’s moody. Ignore him,” Frasier said. “I had a great time tonight. I can’t wait until next Saturday.”

“Me either. Are you sure Beckett wants me to come over?” she asked.

“He does. Don’t let his mood change bother you. He would have said something if he hadn’t wanted you to come,” Frasier said. “Go on inside and lock up. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Nyssa smiled and opened the door. She turned and closed it with Frasier watching her until the door was closed. She flipped the locks and leaned against the door, thinking about the kiss and about Beckett’s sudden change in mood. Frasier didn’t seem worried about it so maybe she shouldn’t either. At least she hoped not.




“On the bed,” Beckett growled. “I want her on the bed.”

Frasier let go of her breast with a soft pop and urged her toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she lost her balance and sat. Frasier climbed onto the bed next to her and lay her back then pulled her to the middle of the bed. She gasped when Beckett spread her legs wide and began to kiss her inner thighs. They quivered at the intimate contact. The feel of his mouth there as he nipped and licked and kissed his way closer to her pussy made her moan. It all felt too good.

With Frasier playing with her breasts with his fingers and mouth, she was double teamed and fast losing her ability to think. They were driving her insane with feeling. Her entire body shivered with their touches.

Then Beckett’s mouth reached her pussy and she lost the last finger hold she had on the ability to think. His mouth consumed her as he licked up her slit and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, God. So good. Too good,” she managed to cry out.

He thrust two fingers inside her and began fucking her with his fingers as he licked around her clit. Nyssa arched her back with the pleasure until Beckett pressed her down with one hand on her pelvis.

How could she stay still with two men intent on driving her insane? She wiggled, trying to get away from Beckett’s teasing mouth. The more he used his fingers and that clever tongue of his, the wilder she felt. It was too much. How could she stand all the pleasure they were giving her?

Frasier’s mouth on her breast sent streams of electrical sparks straight to her clit, and Beckett wasn’t giving her the stimulation she needed to her clit to finally go over. She needed to come.

“Please. I need to come. Please, please, please,” she begged.

Beckett growled against her pussy lips with his fingers deep inside her cunt. He latched onto her clit and sucked hard. Nyssa screamed around the orgasm that sliced through her like a knife through butter. It ripped her away from any preconceived notion she had of what an orgasm could be like. This was wild and almost painful in its intensity.

Beckett slowly backed off his attack of her clit as she sobbed, begging him to stop. Nothing had ever been so good. There’d been no buildup to what she could expect. How could it ever be any better? She panted as she tried to regain her breath. Her ears rang, making it nearly impossible to hear their words of comfort as they stroked her arms and legs.

Nyssa finally caught her breath and sighed. This was definitely not what she’d expected. Somehow, she had known she would end up in their bed, expected it even, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought anything could have been this good. Now she was ruined for any other man. They’d taken her to the top of pleasure and gone a step further.

“Are you okay?” Frasier asked in between light kisses to her face and the corner of her mouth.

“That was… Wow,” was all she could say.

“That’s just the beginning,” Beckett said, crawling up her body to look down at her. “I want you, Nyssa. Will you let me make love to you?”

“Please. I want you, too,” Nyssa said.

Beckett reached out and took the condom Frasier held out. He knelt over her and tore open the package with his teeth before rolling the condom over his thick erection. He leaned down and kissed her. His mouth covered hers as he ran his tongue all around the inside of hers. She moaned into the kiss just before he pulled back and kissed his way around her mouth to her ear, where he sucked on her ear lobe. When he pulled back to whisper in her ear, she shivered at his erotic words.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream. I’m going to take your sweet pussy until you can’t think of anything but me,” he said.

Then he spread her legs wide and fit his dick at her opening and slowly entered her one slow inch at a time. She groaned at the feel of his thick cock stretching her pussy. When he was nearly all the way inside of her, he pulled back and thrust in, gaining those last few inches so that she thrashed her head from side to side.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out between his teeth.

“So full. I’m so full,” she gasped out.

He began rocking in and out of her in slow moves that had her aching for more. He thrust deep inside her cunt over and over. She couldn’t be still and arched to meet him with each thrust. His hard shaft tunneled in and out of her body faster and faster until he began to lose his rhythm.

Nyssa thought she’d go crazy with the friction that had her insides quivering. She was so close and knew that it would take only a few more rubs of his hard cock over her sensitive flesh to send her rocketing off.

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