Unshackled (MFMM)

Slick Rock 28

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 66,167
9 Ratings (4.2)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Menage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense, Western/Cowboys, Contemporary, Crime, Drama, May/December, MFMM, HEA]

Kensey Nash is hoping her life will change after moving to Slick Rock, but since she’s still living with her abusive father, she knows it won’t. Sad and alone, she moves through life like a robot, all her childish hopes and dreams gone.

Miller, Weston and Brenden Hopper are drawn to the beautiful, sad waitress who serves them at the pub. When they notice she looks as if she’s in pain, they’re worried.

Finding out she’s their new neighbor is a bonus, but when they realize her father is abusing her, they’re furious and horrified. Determined to help her, the three men set out to woo her into their home and their hearts.

Fate steps in when Kensey gets sick. They take her back to their home to care for her.

Unknown danger creates havoc in their lives but none of them know who the threat is coming from.

Kensey’s kidnapped and it’s up to the brothers to find and rescue her.

But who are they trying to save her from?

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

Unshackled (MFMM)
9 Ratings (4.2)

Unshackled (MFMM)

Slick Rock 28

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 66,167
9 Ratings (4.2)
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“Get your fat, lazy ass in that kitchen and clean it the fuck up,” Barry Nash, Kensey’s father, shouted.

Kensey tried not to cringe with fear as she hurried past her father toward the kitchen. She was exhausted and didn’t know how she kept putting one foot in front of the other. She’d worked until three this morning at the Slick Rock Pub, and her abusive, alcoholic father had made her get up to clean the bathroom at six. From the look of his red-rimmed and bloodshot eyes, he hadn’t even been to bed.

She missed her mom so much and wished she hadn’t died when she was twelve. From the moment her mom’s casket had been lowered into the grave, her father had changed.

She was so emotionally and physically weary sometimes she wondered if everything was worth it, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Her mother wouldn’t want her contemplating such things let alone thinking them, but her life had gone to shit the day her mom had died.

Moving as quickly as she could, which wasn’t that fast because she was so tired and she was still recovering from the last beating her sadistic father had given her, she got to work.

Everything had changed the day her mom had died in a car accident, and even though she hadn’t been in the vehicle since she’d been at school, she couldn’t help but thinking her father blamed her for his wife’s death.

He used to be so carefree and happy even if he’d been a bit lazy, but she knew she shouldn’t judge him. Barry Nash had never lifted a finger in the house they’d been renting just outside of Bedford, Wyoming. He’d gone to work at the ready-mix concrete supplier and as soon as he came home, he’d parked his ass in his armchair, turned the TV on, and watched whatever game had been playing while drinking beer.

Her mother had worked in the supermarket standing on her feet all day long moving between stocking shelves and bagging up groceries. They hadn’t ever had much money, but they’d been happy enough and had what they’d needed.

They’d both been devastated when her mother had died, and though she’d tried to be strong for her father when he fell apart, it hadn’t helped. He’d become more and more distant and had started drinking more and more. She’d done everything she could around the house so he didn’t have to since he’d been working, but as she thought back, she didn’t think she’d done him any favors. He’d become to rely on her for everything just like he used to with her mom.

The first time he’d hit her, she’d been so shocked she hadn’t even cried out. When her dad had broken down in tears telling her he was sorry, and asking for forgiveness, she had. She’d only been thirteen years old. From then on things had just gone from bad to worse, but because she’d been a child, she hadn’t been able to do anything. He’d chipped away at her self-confidence until she believed she was the selfish little bitch he called her. She’d also believed that she was worthless and would never find the man of her dreams. The ever-present aching knot in her gut had been ever present for years until she couldn’t even stand to look at herself in the mirror.

Kensey had learned to hate herself and she couldn’t see that changing anytime soon. If her own father couldn’t love her then there was no way anyone else ever would either.  

She sometimes wondered if she was beginning to hate her father. She definitely didn’t love him anymore. The drunken ass had moved them to another town telling her how good things were going to be and how he wouldn’t get angry at her anymore.

She mentally snorted.

Kensey should’ve known better. Her father had been fired only after a few days of working as a ranch hand. He turned up drunk which had been so dangerous. Not only to him but to the other people working with him.

His drinking had become so bad, she’d tried talking him into going to rehab when she was sixteen but he’d just struck her in the face in response.

He didn’t just have one or two beers anymore, he chugged it down until he couldn’t see or walk straight and he was becoming more belligerent. Meanwhile, Kensey, like her mom, was on her feet all day, trying to bring in enough money to keep them afloat while her father drank away any spare cash he could get his hands on. He’d even sold some of her possessions so he could have his next alcoholic fix. Luckily, she’d found a great hiding place for the few sentimental things of her mom’s she had. There was no way she was letting him get his hands on those.

“Get me another beer, you lazy slut,” her father ordered loudly to be heard over the TV.

Quickly drying her hands on a towel, she went to the fridge, opened it, and peered inside. It was almost empty. The only contents were a tub of butter, a quarter gallon of milk, and an egg carton with two eggs in it. There were also two slices of bread. Closing the door again, she sucked in a deep, ragged breath, schooled her features to a hopefully blank expression, and walked to the doorway between the small kitchen and the tiny living room. There was no way she was getting any closer when she knew he was going to start yelling again when she told him he’d already drank all the beer.

“There isn’t anymore,” Kensey stated, monotone.




Kensey shrieked when Weston surged up toward her, snagged an arm around her waist, then rolled. He jumped up onto his knees, moved his hands to her hips, then flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She glanced at him over her shoulder, and when she saw him staring at her ass, she wiggled her hips.

“You have such a sexy ass, love,” Weston said as he caressed then squeezed her butt cheeks. When he dipped a finger into her pussy and stroked up through her folds, she moaned.

“Our woman is sexy from the top of her head to the tip of her toes,” Brenden stated hoarsely.

Kensey looked over at him just as he bent toward her and kissed her. She twined her tongue with his, moaning over his delicious spicy flavor. She was so horny, she wanted to have his cock in her mouth. Wanted all her holes filled at the same time, but even she knew she wasn’t ready for that yet.

She might not be very experienced, but she’d read as much as she could whenever she had a spare moment, and she knew what happened in a ménage relationship. One thing she was glad about was that her father hadn’t had any money and couldn’t make her leave once she’d signed the contract and paid for the deposit and rent on the rental. He’d been disgusted when he’d learned that Slick Rock was rife with polyamorous relationships.

Kensey had been a little shocked herself at first, but she hadn’t been disgusted or judgmental. In fact, she hadn’t thought about it much at all after seeing how happy everyone in town was. Now, here she was about to embark on a carnal journey with one of the three men she was getting involved with, and she couldn’t wait for more.

“Widen your knees for me, love,” Weston said.

She parted her legs more, then reached out and gripped Brenden’s dick through his underwear. He groaned, clasped her wrist, tugged her hand away, then shoved his boxers down until they were around his thighs.

“You want some of this, honey?” he asked, gripping his cock, pumping up and down as he stared into her eyes.

“Yes,” she answered honestly, as she pushed back up until she was once again on all fours. “Come over here.” She beckoned with a nod of her head.

“Give me a minute.” Brenden stood and kicked off his boxers before reclining beside her on the bed.

“Weston, we need to move down the mattress,” Kensey said.

“Whatever you want, love.” Weston clutched her ankles and tugged her down the bed.

She laughed as she fell to her belly, then got back up to her hands and knees when Weston held her ribs to help her.

Shivers of need skated up her spine when he skimmed his hands over her back and ass. He squeezed her butt cheeks, then tapped the inside of one of her inner thighs. Kensey parted her legs further, and just when Brenden carefully shoved his legs in under her body, Weston pierced her pussy with a finger.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Weston said raspingly.

She met Brenden’s hungry gaze and when she glanced down, she noticed he was caressing his own dick. He and his brothers were all so sexy, they drove her insane with desire.

Lowering onto her elbows, she pushed his hand away, grasped his cock with her own, then licked and lapped at the head of his dick.

“Suck me, honey,” Brenden panted. “Take my cock into your mouth and suck me.”

Kensey opened her lips wide and took the broad head of his dick into her mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned. She released him from her mouth then licked up the outside of his shaft from just above his balls to the where the head and shaft met. He made a strangled growly sound in the back of his throat, and when she glanced at him and saw his head was thrown back, she lapped at the same spot over and over again.

Weston pumped his finger in out of her pussy a few times, withdrew it, then added another digit. He thrust them into her, caressing her inner walls and firing the ache up higher.

The mattress dipped near her knees, and she moaned when the tip of his dick brushed against the inside of her thigh. Weston covered her body with his, his front pressing against her back. He reached around to her clit and made light circles over and around the sensitive pearl.

She took Brenden’s dick deeper into her mouth, and as she started bobbing up and down, she increased the pace of her pumping hand.

“I can’t wait any longer, love. Are you ready for me?” Weston asked.

“Yeah,” she answered after pulling off Brenden’s dick, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

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