[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, consensual BDSM, spanking, flogging, HEA]
Mercedes has struggled all her life just to survive. Finding Chance and landing a professional job is a life-saver. Letting down her guard to make friends and set roots isn’t so easy. She meets three other women who are starting over too and it all seems a little easier. Chance is a special town where they take care of their own. Mercedes isn’t used to that and she’s going to fight it every step of the way.
Three male residents have their eyes on her. Their mysterious pasts, intense, commanding attitudes and sinful expressions warn her to keep her distance. She knows trouble when she sees it, and she’s learned on the streets to protect her heart, her body, and her soul. But when she’s in trouble small or large, one of the three always seems to be there to help her. She can only fight it for so long. They’re just too appealing. How can she resist when they dare her to love them?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“He picks up her hand and fucking kisses it one more time and I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” Kurt said to Taylor.
“Join the fucking club,” Taylor said into his wrist mic. Warner had stayed home. He was sick and felt that he’d make them lose their opportunity with Mercedes. They all knew how gorgeous she was and kind, and any man who grabbed her attention would be in heaven to have her. They should have made a move. Now they were watching over her and this first date with two dickheads they knew nothing about. But they took a lot of pictures. If these guys broke her heart, they would make their lives a living hell.
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Mercedes walked along the boardwalk by the marina with Jeff on one side and Damien on the other. They ran out of things to talk about and she turned toward them as they stopped by the end and near a set of stairs that led back up to the parking lot at the side of the building. It was darker down here, and only two low-lit lampposts lit the area.
“Well, I think I should call it a night. I have to drive back and I have a lot to do tomorrow,” she said and Damien squinted his eyes at her but Jeff pulled her closer. He cupped her cheek and looked down into her eyes.
“Do you have to? The night is young,” he said and as she went to answer him, he kissed her.
She knew instantly that she didn’t have those feelings for him. She pressed her hands against his chest and pulled back. She took a retreating step.
“I’m sorry, Jeff. I think I should go.”
“Are you sure?” Damien asked her and she nodded her head and headed up the stairs. She got to the top of the stairs and Jeff stopped her.
Damien wasn’t in sight.
“I’m sorry if I came on too strong. You looked so pretty in the moonlight and I truly enjoyed our conversation this evening. I hoped that you would consider getting to know us better,” he said and caressed her skin.
“Your skin is so soft and you smell so good. You’re exactly what they had in mind.”
“They?” she asked as he walked with her and held her hand. She heard the screeching sound of tires and then felt him lift her up and hurry toward a dark Navigator. The door swung open. She was scared and instantly began to fight. She didn’t know what the hell was happening and she kicked him hard. He dropped her to the ground and then went for her and she punched him in the eye. He swung at her.
“Stupid bitch,” he yelled and swung again, hitting her jaw, her cheek, and then he ripped her dress as he pulled her up by the top.
“Stop right there. Stop!” a deep voice yelled. Jeff shoved her, jumped into the Navigator, and sped out of the parking lot.
“Mercedes. Baby, are you okay?” Kurt asked her and she could hear Taylor yelling into his phone and giving a description of the vehicle and asking for police to respond to an attempted abduction.
She was crying. The pain and the fear of what happened set in and Kurt pulled her into his arms and held her tight. She cried against his shoulder, the feel of his body—hard, comforting, protective—easing her hysterical state.
She slowly pulled back and Taylor bent down on his knee and softly pushed her hair from her face. She looked at both of them.
“Son of a bitch. I’m going to find those fucking assholes and kill them,” Kurt said and she shook in his arms.
“You’re scaring her, bro. Ease up. She’s safe. Thank God we were here,” Taylor said and used his thumb to brush away the tears from her eyes.
“I don’t know what happened. Why were you here?” she asked them.
“We were watching over you, Mercedes. Things are going to change. This shit is never going to happen again,” Kurt told her. Dark blue eyes held hers and then he placed his hand against the back of her head and pressed her face back to his chest and held her tight. She couldn’t stop shaking. Jeff and Damien tried to abduct her. What were they planning on doing to her? Crazy thoughts went through her head as sirens blared in the distance. Then it hit her. Taylor and Kurt had been there watching her. They’d known she was on a date. They seemed angry, but they saved her life. Did they have deeper feelings for her than what they revealed? Where was Warner? Maybe he didn’t care. This was a mess. I could have gotten taken, raped and even killed tonight. How stupid of me to think they were nice guys. Oh God, how embarrassing. Kurt and Taylor will think I’m naive and stupid, immature and a child.
“I want you,” he told her.
“Take me. I want you, too. All three of you,” she said.
She was scared, and she couldn’t hide it. She’d waited far too long to give up this part of her and as she absorbed the feel of Warner’s hands holding her hips, as she inhaled his cologne, took in the sight of his masculinity, sex appeal, and maturity, he eased his cock between her wet folds. He paused, teeth clenched, eyes glued to hers.
“I feel it. You’re ours.”
He pressed deeper then thrust completely into her, making her gasp and close her eyes. She felt it, too. That thin piece of skin as it disappeared with the thrust of Warner’s muscle.
He leaned over her, hugged her to him, and began to rock his hips. With every in and out stroke she lost her breath. He was so big, and he felt so large and heavy over her. But she loved the sensation. She loved feeling protected and she showed him.
Mercedes licked along his neck and bit gently on a sensitive spot. He moaned and then lifted up and she gripped his arms as best she could while he began to set a pace. In and out he stroked her pussy and it felt wonderful.
“You’re so big, Warner. I can hardly breathe when you’re inside of me.”
“You’ll get used to it. Just as you’ll get used to all of us inside of you,” he told her and then kissed her deeply before she could freak out.
As he lifted up, he pulled her legs higher and over his thighs. He thrust in and out as he used his palms to rub along her abs to her breasts where he pulled and massaged her breasts and nipples. She was moaning, feeling the tension inside her building and building. She reached out and ran her palms against his chest and he hissed then thrust harder.
She pulled on his nipple and he growled low.
“Watch it, missy, or I won’t go easy on you,” he warned.
“Easy? You’re going easy on me?” she asked.
He smirked at her in a very mysterious way and then he lifted her thighs higher, up over his shoulders as he plunged deeply into her cunt. The bed rocked and dipped and she cried out her first release then wiggled and moaned while Warner continued to stroke his cock into her. One, two, three more strokes and he shoved deeply, moaned, and came inside of her.
As he lowered her thighs, he covered her body and kissed every inch of her he could. Along her neck, her shoulder, and then to her lips.
“Mine,” he said and squeezed her hips then cupped her breasts before he kissed each tip.
She giggled and lay there feeling really good and really happy.
“My turn,” Taylor whispered as Warner pulled out of her, making her moan and then exhale.
Taylor pressed between her thighs and immediately stroked a finger up into her cunt.
“Taylor,” she gasped and he thrust his fingers in and out.
“Just making sure that you’re nice and wet so we don’t hurt you,” he said and then pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He pressed the tip to her entrance and then held her gaze.
“You want me, like I want you,” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, holding his gaze. His blue eyes sparkled with desire and mischief. She almost chuckled.
She ran her hands up and down his chest as he eased his cock deeper. He went slowly. Too slowly as she wiggled, wanting, needing the deep sensation she felt with Warner.
“Please, Taylor. I need it,” she said to him.