AVAILABLE: Friday, October 25th
[LoveXtreme Forever: Contemporary, Menage, Romantic Suspense, MFMMMM, HEA]
Marina isn't exactly ready to date again, never mind trust anything any man has to say. So, when five men start showing interest in her, she wants to run for the hills instead of facing her fears.
The Casseli men are older, determined and persistent in their pursuit, and not ones to give up so easily on a woman who affects them all and makes them realize they can have the things they thought they never could. Like sharing one woman and making a home together as one family. They definitely are the jealous types and she finds out she is too when it comes to them.
They finally let down their guards and take a chance on love only for it to be threatened by an unforeseen situation. Love heals, and in this case the love and determination will give her the strength to survive and to get that happy ever after they are fighting for.
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Marina.” He said her name, and she turned around abruptly, seemingly shocked at how he appeared.
“Jesus, I didn’t even know you were there. Were you listening to my phone call?” she asked him.
“Not at all. I just walked over as you hung up.”
She swallowed hard, and then looked him over. He looked her over as well and then stepped closer. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was out of line, and the last thing I wanted to do was upset you.”
“Let’s just forget about it. I was a bit abrupt too and didn’t mean to be.”
“You got my cousins in a state. They tore into me several times.” He squinted at her.
Her cheeks reddened. “That wasn’t necessary.”
“They care about you. They worry.”
“Well they don’t need to.”
“Kind of doesn’t work that way.”
“What do you mean?” He glanced at her lips, at the dip in her blouse that revealed a hint of very abundant cleavage. The woman was sexy as sin, petite, professional, and so out of their league it wasn’t even funny.
“I get it. They’re just retired military, and instructors now. You’re all professional, and probably don’t waste time with men like them.”
“What?” she asked.
“Well, you seem classy, and your attitude toward self-defense was negative, or maybe it was the gym setting that was below you.”
“Are you kidding me? What do you think I am, some kind of princess or something?” she asked, raising her voice.
He felt like an idiot. What was he saying?
“No. Anyway, you should cut them some slack.”
“Why is that?”
“They like you.”
“I don’t date.”
“Well don’t lead them on then.”
“I’m not leading them on,” she replied, and he didn’t know where this conversation was going or why he was saying the things he was saying. She smelled so good, and he suddenly felt a bit desperate himself to have more of her attention. Hell, to maybe explore the idea of a ménage with her, his brother, and his cousins. Maybe?
“Jesus.” He rubbed his beard.
She shook her head. “Bye, Meteo.”
She started to walk away, and he grabbed her arm to stop her. “Shit, don’t go. I’m sorry. I’m fucking this all up.” He heard Chord chuckling, and now Marina scrunched her eyes together and glared at him like this was a joke. He released her hand.
“Hey, Marina. My cousin go and piss you off again?” Chord interrupted.
She looked up at Chord. “I need to go.”
“Wait, want to grab a cup of coffee or something?” Chord asked her. She glanced at Meteo.
“Listen, since your cousin here thinks I’m some stuck-up princess who is leading his cousins on, I’d say the answer to that is no. See ya around.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You said it,” she replied to Meteo.
“I don’t know what the fuck happened. You’re standing here looking all beautiful and sexy, and those damn glowing eyes of yours. You should be illegal,” he snapped at her. Her jaw dropped and Chord widened his eyes.
“Jesus, Meteo, I’ve never seen you so tongue-tied and stupid,” Chord said from the side, but Meteo ignored him.
“I didn’t mean what I said. I’m usually a lot smoother. Like five minutes into the conversation and we’re heading to a hotel or a bedroom, something,” Meteo rambled.
“Oh God.” Chord exhaled and shook his head.
“Well, you’re not as good as you think then, Meteo, because the last thing on my mind is heading to a bedroom with you,” she replied.
“Oh my God, I’m making a fucking mess of this. The point is that I’m completely out of sorts with you. I don’t pussy-foot around my feelings, I don’t beg for forgiveness, and I don’t put all my emotion out there for anyone. I don’t know you. I know my cousins and brother like you and want to get to know you better and that you are attracted to them as well.”
“I never said that,” she replied.
“You’re lying, so let’s be honest here.”
“You’re the one not being honest. You just said you don’t put your emotions out there for anyone. Obviously you have trust issues, and I already know where you stand when it comes to women. It’s all about the sex.”
“No it isn’t.”
“You just said you usually have a woman in your bed or at a motel within five minutes of conversation.”
“Don’t try to deny it.”
“You did say that,” Chord said. Marina glanced at him, and he winked at her. She shook her head.
“Fuck it,” Meteo said, and he slid his arm around her waist and hauled her close, making her gasp.
She licked her lower lip. “Meteo and Constello didn’t tell you?” she asked.
“Tell us what?” Fogerty asked. She glanced toward the living room as Constello and Meteo stood there watching.
“Tell them what you want, Marina. Tell them you want to explore a little more of this attraction like you did with us,” Meteo said and she gulped.
“What did they do with you, sweetie?” Chord asked as he caressed her thigh, and then stroked between her legs. She gasped and her chest heaved up and down.
“I think I know, and that makes me, us so happy that you are willing to explore this with us.” He cupped her cheek and lowered his mouth to hers. Lou kissed her tenderly as he pressed her back so she lay over the island in the kitchen. As he lifted up Chord took his place, kissing her from the side.
“Let us pleasure you like Meteo and Constello did,” Fogerty said, and she nodded her head then raised her arms above her head.
“Sweet Jesus, Meteo and Constello, you know what we like,” Chord said, and he caressed her arms she raised up and kissed along her skin then back to her neck.
Lou pulled down her skirt, and the sight had his dick at full attention. Naked, wet, and shaven clean, Marina accepted their exploration and even lifted her hips. Lou caressed her thighs wider as he pressed down lower to take a taste. Warm, wet, her cream dripped from her cunt, and he feasted on her thoroughly. From the other side Fogerty pushed up her top, then Chord lifted it the rest of the way. Chord smiled down at her.
“You’re a goddess, Marina. Jesus, your breasts are beautiful.” He caressed her breast and her cleavage.
“Holy Christ,” Fogerty said, and then they adjusted her body, unclipped her bra, and Chord and Fogerty cursed then began to suckle on her tits. Lou lowered down to finger her cunt, as he cupped her ass cheek over the edge of the counter and aroused her further. He stroked her cunt, pressed a thumb to her clit, and drew circles then licked her all over her pussy. He removed his fingers and ate away her cream as she panted and cried out, tilted her pussy and hips off the counter, and then he slid his tongue along her asshole.
“Lou!” she cried out.