[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romance, MFMM, vampires, HEA]
Sunshine Lorner comes to Lost, Colorado on a mission of salvation. Convinced that vampires are real and suffering from a virus, she’s determined to save them with a cure for vampirism. All she has to do is find a real vampire by the time her genius best friend can whip up the vaccine.
Vampires Jack Granger, Hank Challenger, and Dade Weil are busy running a ranch. After Sunshine snags Jack in the middle of town, declaring she can save him, they make time for the lusciously curvy Sunshine. She’s tough and spunky, but with insecurity based entirely on her weight. Why can’t she see herself the way they see her? They aim to show her that she’s the perfect woman for them.
Sunshine’s thrilled to have found not one, but three vampires. Now if only she can get them to take the cure. Will they change for her? Or are being vampires more important than loving her?
Calm the hell down. You don’t know what this girl’s really like.
At least, that was what Hank told his reflection.
He’d find out tomorrow. He just hoped Jack was right.
Letting out a pent-up breath, he undressed as he headed for his bed. Not that he thought he’d get any sleep. He was still too wound up.
Would she be ugly? But Jack had already said she was pretty, and their taste in women was usually the same. As long as she wasn’t ugly on the inside, it would be all right.
She was fat. Jack had said as much. But Hank didn’t care. In fact, he didn’t think “fat” was a bad word. How a woman carried herself, how she acted and thought, her morals and beliefs were a whole lot more important than a number on a scale. Besides, he liked big girls. Big girls meant there was more of her to love.
She was smart. That was a relief for Hank. Any woman who wanted to be their woman had to have a good mind. After all, beauty would fade, but stupid always stayed.
The only other problem he could foresee was that she wouldn’t want all three of them. Even before Dade had bitten them, the three friends had agreed that they’d share one woman. They had no interest in having a traditional marriage with one man and one woman. Sharing a woman brought a level of spice to the relationships that a simple marriage couldn’t. And there was always the idea that, if she got angry with one of them, the other two could step in and soothe her over.
Sharing one woman was the way to go. Although his parents had been human and in a traditional marriage, he and Jack had seen enough ménage relationships in Lost to know that was the life for them.
But would Sunshine Lorner be the right woman?
Sunshine found the ranch easily enough. Getting out of the car, however, didn’t prove to be as easy. In fact, if Jack hadn’t knocked on her passenger side window, she might’ve sat there for several more minutes.
He opened her driver’s door and offered her a hand getting out of the car. Normally, she would’ve told any man opening her door that she was perfectly capable of doing it herself, but she had to admit that it felt nice. Sexy. Even a bit romantic. “Thanks.”
The two men standing on the front porch of the house made their way toward her. She’d gathered as much information as she could last night from Hillary about Jack and the other two men. Never mind that Hillary had done her best to backtrack and say she was only kidding when she’d told her that Jack was a vampire. Sunshine didn’t buy her protests at all. But were the other two men vampires, too? When Sunshine had finally asked that question too many times, Hillary had abruptly stood up and declared she was tired and was going to bed. Sunshine knew an excuse when she heard one. After all, the sun hadn’t even set!
“Sunshine Lorner, the one with the brown hair is my older, yet not wiser friend, Hank Challenger.”
Hank put out his hand even as he tossed a scoffing look at Jack. “Older, better-looking, and wiser. Ask anyone.”
“I figured as much.” She smiled, acknowledging his joke, then shifted her attention to the blond god standing next to Hank. “Hi. You must be Dade Weil.”
Laughter shone in his soft brown eyes. Eyes that reminded her of a puppy she’d had as a child. Yet this man was no puppy. With muscles that looked like stacked bricks, he was all male. “I am. So how did Jack described me?”
“Actually, I’m not sure that Jack described either of you.” But Hillary had.
A quick silent exchange between the men told her she’d just messed up.
“So you’ve been asking around about us?”
She’d have to watch Dade. He was a sly one. “Maybe. A girl needs to find out who she’s going to be visiting, right? Especially when it’s three strange men.”
Jack shot her a wink and took her hand to lead her away from the others. “They’re the strange ones. But don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
I’m sure you will. The question is, do I want you to keep me safe from them?
They were in the ranch-style house before she knew it. Instead of taking her to the living room, Jack led her through it and into the small galley kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulled out two beers caught between the fingers of one hand, and offered her one.
“It’s a little early to be drinking, don’t you think?” she asked.
Hank and Dade waited for Jack to get them drinks, too.
“Is it?” Jack leaned closer to her as he peered at the clock in the stove. “Hell, it’s already noon. We’ve been up for hours.”
The nearness of him swept her up, causing her to drag in a breath of his aroma. He smelled like sweat, dirt, and a manly scent she couldn’t quite place.
If I could bottle that scent, I’d make millions. Hell, billions.
Instead, she said, “Nice house.”
“Thanks.” Hank leaned against the counter. “It’s been in my family for a while now. We three are hoping to keep it that way.”
“So you guys met in college?” She took a sip, giving her a chance to look around the place.
“Looks like Hillary did a good job of filling you in.” Dade took a sip then said, “Did she tell you that I’m the one who changed them into vampires?”
Dade searched for fear in her mesmerizing blue eyes and found none. Still, neither he nor his friends were the type of men who would take a woman against her will. “Tell us to stop.”
She blinked, obviously thrown. “What?”
“If you don’t want us tearing your clothes off, then tell us to stop before we get started. Once we get sight of your luscious body, we might not be able to hold back. We are, after all, only men.”
“Don’t say that. Only bullshit men say that. You can control yourselves, if you have to.”
He lifted a little farther away from her. He sensed that the other men were taken aback, too. Felt them ease back, too.
“Are you telling us to stop?”
She slipped her hands along his chest then up to take hold of his shoulders. “Now why the hell would I do that? But don’t pretend you couldn’t stop if I told you to.”
“Got it. But, damn, don’t tell us to stop, okay?”
“No problem. Take me, baby.”
Relief flooded Dade. “Sure thing, darlin’.”
They fell on her, ready and more than willing to remove her clothes for her. As Hank and he tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, he saw a flash of emotion cross her face.
Was it insecurity?
Shame about her body?
He ached to think that she would have doubts about how hot she was. He started to say so then decided it would be better to show her.
Her bra was gone in the next moment. Straightening up, he kept his gaze on her bountiful breasts, being careful to take in every inch of her creamy skin. Her areolas were perfect, her nipples taut and ready for his mouth. Her breasts were heavy, full and begging to be held.
Hank groaned as he took a breast in his hand, letting it bounce as he handled it from beneath the plump curve. More than a handful would not be wasted on them.
Dade tore off his shirt and worked hard to get his jeans off. One glance at Jack, however, sent his friend a silent request. Laughing, Jack grabbed hold of his foot and jerked Dade’s boots off then followed those with Dade’s jeans.
There’s nothing like teamwork, thought Dade.
Thanks to Jack’s assistance, he was able to help Hank yank her jeans and shoes off. Even her old-fashioned “granny” panties couldn’t make her less desirable.
But there it was again. That look in her eyes that held shame and embarrassment.
He could not, would not let that look stay there. Instead, he jerked her toward him. She gasped as he positioned her legs around his waist. His cock, more than primed and ready, wet her pubic hairs.
“Stop it, darlin’.”
Hank fondled one breast while Jack took the other in hand. They waited, if not patiently, for Dade to speak his piece.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, and it kills me that you don’t know it.”
Her gaze jumped away but came back fast. “No, I’m not.”
Hank took her by the chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You are. And Dade’s right. It’s a damn shame that you don’t know it.”
“Don’t you get it, babe?” Jack continued to fondle her breast then put his mouth to it before tugging on it and letting go with a satisfying pop. “Every inch of you, every ounce you weigh is perfection. You’re amazing, a fuckin’ goddess. Believe it.”
“You’re just saying that,” she whispered.
Dade shook his head, determined to make her understand. On their knees, they edged closer still. “No, we’re not. Would we have to say that to fuck you?”
She shook her head in return. “No.” Yet now her voice was stronger, more confident.
“Trust me. We aren’t saying it to get into your pants.” Wrapping his hand around his cock, he positioned it at her pussy folds. “We want you, Sunshine. Not only because of your hot body but because of your mind, your heart, hell, even the fact that you’re afraid to get off a damn horse.”
“Damn straight,” added Jack. “You’re the whole package.”
“You’re perfect for us in every way.”
She smiled, warming his heart. “I am, aren’t I?”
He laughed, loving that she could make him laugh so easily. “Yeah. But don’t take our word for it. Let us prove it to you.” Meeting her gaze, he entered her. Try as he might, he pushed his cock in slowly, but once he felt her pussy surround his length, he was a lost man. He closed his eyes and moaned then began rocking back and forth, captivated by the friction of sexual heat.
She really is perfect in every way.
“Help me out, man.”
But Dade kept his eyes closed. No way in hell would he let either Hank or Jack interrupt him. If it were possible, he’d keep his cock inside her pussy for the rest of his life. She was tight, oh-so tight, and he was beyond thinking now.
Sensation after sensation whipped through him. He’d had lots of women, but none of them compared to Sunshine. Even her name was perfect. His hand found her clit and began to rub, her juices flowing over his fingers. She whimpered, and he refused to believe her whimper was for the other two men. As far as he was concerned, they no longer existed.
She moved, someone lifting her, but he never turned her loose. He shifted position, moving forward but always keeping her legs wrapped around his waist. A thrust there, a shove there. A magical kind of tension tightened his shoulders. His balls drew up, and he gritted, fighting back the all-too-soon explosion.
If he’d had any doubt that Heaven existed, he no longer doubted. Heaven was Sunshine.