[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Adventure Contemporary Menage Romantic Suspense Romance, MFMMM, light spanking, HEA]
Caught in a web of lies, sold in a business deal by her own father, Isabella must fight to escape and start a new life. Thanks to the agent involved, she winds up in Cherry Hill, a town ready to welcome her with open arms and the opportunity to feel like she belongs. She's had it rough. Was forced to do things in order to survive, so when she falls in love with the four Jameson brothers, she is resistant, to say the least.
However, they are determined to show her what love is and promise protection and a new start. She is unaware of the fact that she has become a pawn in a game of lies, and once again is taken against her will. She isn't the same woman she was a year ago. She's a fighter, she's in love with four men she wants to get back to, and she's determined to start a new life with them in Cherry Hill. Their determination to rescue her is as strong as her determination to fight to live. She's ready for her new life to begin and to put all this danger behind her.
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Isabella Forn looked out toward the woods and tree line as she ran along the path. She couldn’t believe a whole year had passed, and her twenty-fourth birthday, too. It was hard not to feel on edge all the time. To try and fit in like a normal twenty-four-year-old woman, new to town. Hiding out, hoping that Serpen and Portino were too busy trying to stay undetected and maybe out of the country by now, instead of hunting her down. It didn’t look that way, as far as Agent Kever McCormick thought. Which was why he moved her here to Cherry Hill, Texas. The government didn’t deem it important to keep her alive, or protect her—hell, even use her to bait Serpen and Portino. No, instead of using the information she gave them to help lock up Serpen and Portino, they let her loose. He gave her some money, only because Agent Kever McCormick pushed for that, and they sent her on her way. No family, no place safe to go. She was still healing from her injuries, and McCormick, an experienced agent, decided to take it upon himself to help her.
At first she thought he was after something, like most men. Her bad experience while being held captive changed her completely. She trusted no one. She trained as if any moment someone might attack, and she kept to herself. Kever brought her to Cherry Hill, and she now lived in a nice cottage on a residential street behind McCormick’s Pub & Grill, that his fathers owned. Jake and Eddie, his dads, were awesome guys. Retired jarheads, they knew a bit about her situation. In fact, they wanted her to work for them at the bar but it wasn’t as big or as crowded as Harper’s was. McCormick’s was subdued, calm, a quiet bar to relax in and have a few beers or drinks while conversing with friends. Harper’s was the young bar, with live music, huge crowds and that meant big tips. She needed money and an escape plan if need be.
She just didn’t quite feel safe, but the training she had over the past year made her a lethal fighter. It also gave her an attitude that most people didn’t know how to take. She tried playing up sweet and quiet at the bar, but when men got flirty, or people got attitudes, hers went up a notch too and there was no playing around.
As she continued along the path she heard the sound of a whistle blow and knew she was getting closer to the high school football field. She could see the blue uniforms. Then by the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of movement and she turned to see another runner heading her way. It was a man, and he was big, tall, and bearded, too. He slowed down as she stopped and waited to see what he was up to.
When he used his eyes to gaze over her body in the shorts and tank top, she did the same thing back to him but it nearly backfired on her. The man was hot, good looking, rugged and had huge muscles. He could hurt her in a flash was her first thought, but then she remembered that she was in Cherry Hill, and should be safe.
He slowed down and then stopped a few feet before her. “Checking out the practice?” he barked at her. His tone was abrupt, his voice deep and rough.
“No. Just running by.”
He looked at her and she felt it. Actually felt the way his gaze went over her body. She stepped back and to the side a bit so they were in the clearing more.
He squinted at her. “You should be careful jogging out here by yourself.”
“Why is that?” she snapped at him.
“It just isn’t smart,” he said and then began to walk closer. She, of course, stepped back.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said to her, and she was surprised he came out and said that. In fact, he exhaled and then walked past her and toward the fence.
She stared at him as he walked away. She couldn’t help but to check out the tattoos on his arms, the muscles and the way the sweats hugged his ass then tapered down his legs. He was military, like a lot of the men in this town. Like Prime. She felt her gut clench. Why she even thought about the deputy, she didn’t know.
She heard the whistle blow again and then the sound of shoulder pads crushing against shoulder pads. She had always liked football. Dated Mavis in high school for a year. They drifted apart when they both left for college and he wound up marrying some girl he met while studying at Virginia Tech. She attended the University of Denver, which wasn’t far from the Air Force academy so she was used to military guys. They were always so pompous and women drooled over them. The memory made her heart ache. Thank God she had sex before she had been abducted. It would have been ten times worse losing her virginity that way. She shivered just thinking about how close she came to getting raped. How Serpen and Portino forced her to do things to them.
Kever and the other agents might think that she was safe and the last person Serpen and Portino would go after, but she didn’t believe that. She knew better, and would remember the way the men threatened her, forced her to service them, and how they imbedded in her head the things they would do to her when she belonged to them.
She decided she better get moving. She didn’t think it was wise to stick around here and some military guy who looked wild and untamed. Plus he had an attitude. Probably picked women he could sleep with when he was in the mood. The sour thoughts angered her and she quickly headed past the field and onto the side lawn of the high school and toward the town park.
Isabella felt the tears in her eyes. She was shaking as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror with her top off. She looked at the bandage over her ribs right under her breast line. She reached back. The ache stung slightly but she wanted to shower and change.
She heard the knock on the door. “You okay?” Finlin asked her.
Her voice cracked as she responded. She was feeling way too much for the four brothers. Never in her life had she felt so emotional, so connected. She thought about how she had sex with Prime. Now she was thinking about what it might feel like to be shared by the four brothers. Would they keep her close? Could they learn to love her? She felt like love was imaginary, and not really a true emotion. That relationships were based on give and take, and some just fell into sync and remained that way for life, or at least for a long time. Others came and went. People drifted apart.
She didn’t even know if she was capable of a commitment. She would always have this fear of being hurt, being lied to, manipulated and used. Her father’s fault, because he never really loved them. She and Caroline thought he loved their mother because he cried so much when she died, and then he changed. He became bitter, and treated them differently. Well, he treated her differently, yet sold them both as part of a business deal. Why?
The tears rolled down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes tight and then gasped when she felt the large, warm hands on her hips. “You’re okay. You’re safe,” Wesson said, as Finlin stood in the doorway. She held on to the counter as Wesson caressed his palms along her sides and her belly. She felt his warm breath against her bare back and neck, then his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said and then suckled a little harder on a sensitive spot on her neck. Her lips parted and then she felt his palm run up her back and under her bra strap, then he reached back and released the clasp. She moved her hands and let the bra fall. She heard their intakes of breath and then Wesson pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her.
It was wild, but she felt connected to them, like she was desperate to feel all they could give. To feel their hands upon her, comforting her and making her feel safe. She was so independent though. She feared what might come of this.
Then Finlin pressed up against her back. He slid his palms along her hips and then down over her pussy. Her pants were loose, she had the first button undone. He eased fingers under the thin material of her thong panties and rocked his hips against her ass. He was big, and his cock felt big too. She moaned into Wesson’s mouth, then Wesson released her lips and started to move lower to her chest and breast. As he suckled on her oversensitive nipple, Finlin cupped her jaw and turned her to toward him. Their gazes locked.
“I don’t know where the hell you came from, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to not take this chance too,” he said, as if he were risking something. What could a man his size, with his military capabilities, be risking?
Wesson was suckling her breast hard as he pushed her pants and her panties down and off of her. In a flash he lifted her one thigh over his shoulder then plunged his tongue into her cunt. She pulled her mouth from Finlin’s. “Oh God! Oh, Wesson.”
“You feel it? You want us?” Finlin asked and cupped her breast. He made sure not to hit her bandage as she moaned and rocked her hips and he had to hold her so she wouldn’t fall.
Wesson used his tongue to manipulate her pussy and asshole. “Oh God, please. Please, Wesson.”
Wesson pulled his mouth from her cunt and thrust fingers up into her. She looked down at him.
“Your body is fucking incredible, and it knows. You’re wet and ready for us. You want this? You want to belong to the Jameson brothers?” he said and she panted.
“Oh God, this is too much. I feel too much.”
“No, never too much.” Finlin lifted her up into his arms. She straddled his waist as he turned and headed to her bedroom. She kissed his neck, suckled against the scruff along his skin. He felt so big, hard and masculine. She was so aroused and needy for more.
“Condoms?” he asked her.
“No,” she said.
He lowered her down to the bed. He kept a possessive hand on her chest and belly. “No turning back. No denying this happened,” he said and started to pull off his shirt, then undid his pants and undressed. With every ounce of clothing removed, more muscles and tattoos were exposed to her. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
Then Wesson stood there next to his brother. Their blue eyes identical, their expressions of hunger intimidating. “No turning back,” Wesson said and he lowered down to the side of her as he took her arm and wrist, kissed along the tattoo and then pressed it above her head. She tightened up as Finlin massaged his large palms up her thighs and his focus went to her sopping wet cunt. She tilted her hips upward as Wesson lowered his mouth to her breast. Finlin licked her pussy, back and forth he ate her cream, plunged his tongue in and out of her pussy and licked along her asshole.
She was panting now, needing him inside of her. “Do it, Finlin. I need it,” she said to him.
He stroked a finger up into her cunt. She gasped and held his gaze. “One thing you’ll learn real fast is that we’re in charge in the bedroom.” He lifted her one thigh higher against his hip and thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt. She was moaning from feeling every stroke, and needing more from him.
“Oh please. Please,” she said and then she felt him press a finger to her asshole. In this position with her legs wide, one up against his thick, hard hip, with fingers in both holes, she couldn’t take it and she came. Came so hard she lost her breath.
“Holy fuck,” Finlin said and pulled his fingers from her pussy and asshole and pressed closer. She felt the tip of his cock, the hard suckle on her breast from Wesson and then Finlin shoved into her pussy balls deep. It took her breath away as she cried out and came again. He was relentless with his strokes, with his possessive hold on her. Finlin was wild, and so big she almost worried he could break her. She was doing this. She was getting herself involved in a ménage relationship with four fierce men.