[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Ellie Carpenter is attracted to Rex Fielder from the beginning, and then Clark Givens is added to the picture. Ellie knows she is in over her head. She cares deeply for both men. She’s afraid it will cause problems between them.
When the men get involved with a family in crisis, they asked Ellie to help since she is a social worker. But things get out of hand and Clark is nearly killed saving her life. Rex feels that his amputation means he can’t take care of Ellie like he wants to. He decides that having two men to care for her would work and convinces Clark to give a shared relationship a try. After all, Clark thinks he’s too emotionally damaged to ever be able to get married.
Both men have lingering issues from their time in the service, since being medically discharged, but that isn’t the problem for Ellie. She doesn’t want to have choose between them. Does she have to?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Rex pulled into his drive ten minutes later still thinking about the pretty Ellie. Her honey gold hair swirling around her in the warm wind as she’d glared with murderous intent at her engine had caught his eyes at first. The way her jeans hugged her generous hips and sweet, squeezable ass had prodded him to see what other delights might be part of the package. When she’d looked up at him with the lightest hazel eyes he’d ever seen, Rex had known she was the one. For one moment, everything else had faded away, and all he saw was her.
Then her eyes had registered his leathers and scruffy look, and those amazing eyes displayed unease, if not downright fear. It had taken him a second to realize that he probably looked the part of an evil biker gang member. Well, that was because he was, in a way. Maybe not the evil part, but he was a biker gang member, just not the type she probably thought.
As he drove up the long drive, his garage door opened so that he could pull inside next to his truck. The door closed automatically, and Rex climbed off the bike, jerking the snaps on the chinstrap so he could pull off the head cage. After setting it on the shelf next to the bike, he opened one of the saddle bags, pulled out the bag from the VA, and carried it with him as he crossed the garage to unlock the door to his house.
Once inside, Rex quickly decoded the alarm before entering the kitchen from the mudroom. He tossed the bag on the counter next to the fridge. He’d worry about it later. Right now, all he wanted was a beer and to think.
Her name seemed to whisper relief through his aching soul. Looking into her slightly unsure eyes had been like seeing his future in a different light. One of his old buddies had once said that when he’d found the woman who would become his wife, he had seen their unborn children in her eyes. Maybe there was something to that after all. He would swear he’d seen her sitting with him on his front porch swing.
Shaking his head, Rex grabbed a bottle from the fridge and walked over to his favorite chair and sat down as he removed the cap on his beer. One long, ice-cold swallow later, he set the nearly half-empty bottle on the side table and toed off both boots. After pulling off his socks and stuffing them in the boots, he pulled the seam along the left leg of his jeans from the hem, and it split halfway up his leg so that he could get to his leg.
Well, it was where part of his leg used to be. Now he stared at the new and improved part of him that continued to burn and ache despite its lack of nerves. Metal and silicone formed his lower leg instead of the bone, sinew, muscle, and skin he’d been born with. It didn’t take but a few seconds to remove the offending part, but it did take a while before he was able to touch the remaining stump to massage away some of the irritation that never seemed to totally disappear.
“Fuck. This is bullshit.” Rex grabbed the bottle off the table and upended it, gulping down the still-cold brew, then slamming the empty bottle down on the coaster.
He leaned back in the chair and shoved with his hands until it reclined. He closed his eyes and ran both hands over his face several times to push past the stinging tears that burned just below the surface. Too often he found himself in this spot, alone and angry, struggling to find his next reason to wake up to another day of his life. Yesterday it was because he was riding with his gang to say good-bye to someone he’d never met before. The man deserved an escort and protection for his family from protesters who always seemed to find the time to show up. Today it had been because he had to show up at the VA to help the new guys navigate the gym with someone who’d already been there and done that.
Tomorrow? What would be his reason to wake up tomorrow? No funerals to attend, and it was a Sunday so no one needed his help with therapy. Maybe tomorrow would be the day he didn’t wake up.
Ellie couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from between her lips at the delicious sensation of lips and tongue teasing her clit. As far as dreams went, this one was by far the most realistic one she’d had in a very long time. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever had one this hot before.
“More,” she whispered to her imaginary lover as she covered her breasts with her own hands and plumped them before tugging lightly on her nipples.
She nearly screamed at the sudden invasion of her lover’s finger into her cunt. The thick digit stretched her slightly before she adjusted and again wanted more. He pumped in and out of her hot pussy, spreading her juices all around as he swiped his finger over that deliciously sensitive spot that was so rarely stimulated. God, he was good.
“Please! So good,” she rasped out as she pinched her nipples over and over, trying to reach that delicious level of painful pleasure that would send her over the edge.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her enough now that she craved something more. She wanted her dream lover’s cock, but she knew there would be no way she would get her wish. A frustrated moan burst through her lips before she could stop it. There was no sense letting it ruin the moment. She was enjoying the feel of her fantasy lover’s mouth on her pussy, lapping at her dripping juices.
“You taste like ambrosia, sweetness. I knew you would.”
Ellie’s eyes snapped open, and she stilled beneath Rex’s amazing mouth and fingers. It wasn’t a dream. Rex was making love to her. He had her so revved up that she wasn’t sure how she hadn’t already gone up in flames.
“Easy, Ellie. I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never do anything to hurt you. You have all the control, baby. I just wanted to make you feel good. You took such good care of me last night, and I left you wanting. I’m so sorry, Ellie.” His hot breath wafted over her wet pussy lips, sending another wave of need burning through her blood.
“Please, Rex. I need you. I’m so close. Fuck me, Rex.”
“Ellie.” His voice sounded so strained.
“Don’t make me beg. I want you.” Ellie’s body was on fire from the inside out, and the way Rex mastered her this first time stole her breath.
Rex stroked the sensitive nerves in her cunt with his fingers as he sucked hard on her clit, adding that last layer of pleasure needed to send her flying. She was sure she screamed, but her heart pounded so loudly in her ears that she couldn’t hear anything but its frantic beat until she slowly began to come back to herself. Then Rex was rolling her over on top of him so that she straddled his hips.
“Are you sure, baby? This is what you want? I’m not going to be able to let you go if I have you now, Ellie,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Ellie couldn’t think about anything other than feeling him inside of her, stretching her, filling that empty spot she’d had for what seemed like forever. The desperation and yearning she saw in Rex’s eyes surely matched hers.
“I want you, Rex. Fill me. Fuck me, Rex.”
He lifted her with his powerful arms until she could grasp his thick dick and line it up with the dripping slit of her pussy. He lowered her down until her knees met the bed once more, and she slowly engulfed his erection in her hot, wet cunt. The stretching sensation only added to the building explosion she knew was out there ready to attack. She welcomed it. Wanting to feel the power of it overwhelm her.
She wiggled impatiently as he slowly filled her needy cunt. It wasn’t fast enough. She needed his cock pounding into her. This slow slide was driving her insane with need.
“More, Rex. Please,” she whispered, her voice too raw to speak normally.
“Easy, Ellie. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so damn tight, baby.”
Finally he slid all the way inside her, her ass resting against his upper thighs, his cock kissing her cervix. It would feel so good when he pumped up into her and bumped it. She loved how that slight pinch morphed into pure pleasure with each touch. She couldn’t wait.
Ellie rose off of him then sank down faster than his original claiming of her. He groaned, his face a mask of tortured pleasure. She wanted more. With each rise and fall of her body over his, Ellie moved faster, Rex’s hands on her hips helping her slide up and down his thick shaft. Tight anticipation built inside of her as she pounded herself on his cock over and over.