Healing Hearts 15: Can't Hurry Love (MFMM)

Healing Hearts 15

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,280
7 Ratings (4.6)
[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary Menage a Quatre Romantic Suspense Romance, MFMM, HEA]
Nina Voltaro's only wish is to never feel pain and heartache again. She comes to the conclusion that you can't hurry love, and just maybe being loved just isn't meant to be. She's trying to start a new life with help from Francesca combined with her decorating skills. She's determined to start a new business and the last thing she expects is to catch the eyes of three gangster, businessmen who she fears could be just like her ex, Sanford, and rule with fists and force. She avoids them best she can, until she takes on a job for them, witnesses their distrust in women, and learns that there's good reason for their attitudes and distrust. They've been hurt before, and showing any weakness or vulnerability is not something they're willing to risk again.
Combined, all their issues are justified, and they learn that true love can sneak up on them when they least expect it, and they surely can't resist the power of it all. Nina, Costanza, Covaney, and Merdock, soon realize that despite taking so long, love finally came their way. As happiness, and a better life blind them from the dangers lurking, it's too late when Nina's ex returns, ready to seek revenge against the men who destroyed any hope of making money in his criminal life, and he wants them dead, and Nina all to himself once again.
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Healing Hearts 15: Can't Hurry Love (MFMM)
7 Ratings (4.6)

Healing Hearts 15: Can't Hurry Love (MFMM)

Healing Hearts 15

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,280
7 Ratings (4.6)
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Costanza was heading out of the parking lot and along the main streets of town when his gaze landed on the backside of a sexy woman. She had long, light brown hair, hips and an ass a man could hold on to, and she was petite despite the very high heels she wore. Her figure was sexy as sin, and that pale pink skirt hugged it perfectly. As a few men passed by her, she didn’t even acknowledge them, but that didn’t stop the men from turning around and getting a look at her ass. When she paused by the café he was planning on stopping into, he was surprised. Maybe he shouldn’t stop. Was he in the mood for a little fun? He usually stuck to the same places or just made a phone call and met up with a woman. It had been a while. Months actually. As he pulled the Range Rover into a spot on the street that just opened up, he was shocked when the woman turned. “Nina?” he whispered. His heart began to race. He looked around the place, a feeling of concern immediately filling his chest as he placed the vehicle in park and got out of the Range Rover. He hit the lock button on his key and headed onto the sidewalk.

Why was she out here alone? He was pretty sure she had some sort of incident with an ex, and Francesca was concerned for her well-being. He remembered meeting her that day at the restaurant he was having lunch at with Francesca to talk business. Nina appeared. She was emotional, and right away Francesca excused herself to hug her cousin, and they whispered between one another. Something was wrong. He gathered bits and pieces, and then Hunter mentioned something to Costanza’s guard, Quaid, when they were searching for London. Nina was assigned security immediately.

Costanza had instantly been attracted to the young woman, but that was the thing. She was young. He ordered a coffee to go and watched her. She stood out in a crowd, and he wasn’t the only man looking. So when two young guys on the prowl approached her, he watched and then a jealous, protective feeling had him moving into action.

“You are way too beautiful to be sitting here all by yourself, honey. Can we join you?” the guy with the blond hair asked.

“She isn’t alone,” Costanza said, shocking not only the two young guys but Nina, whose face went flush as she pulled off her sunglasses. “Sorry,” one of the guys said and gave Nina a wink, tapping his buddy’s shoulder, obviously catching sight of the Glock on Costanza’s hip under his sport coat. They walked away, and Costanza looked down at Nina.

“Mr. Lopez—"

“What are you doing in Fulton all alone? Shouldn’t there be someone with you, protecting you?” he scolded, and she went to speak but then closed her mouth and lowered her head, her hands cupping the coffee cup as if she were cold. It was mid-eighties outside and warm. He scared her, and he felt a mix of emotions. Desire, need, and then guilt.

“Forget it. I’m here,” he said and took the seat right next to her. He stared at her, and she looked shocked.

“I was fine. I just came into town for some things and to get a coffee. I love their coffee, and it’s too hard to resist the aroma as it filters through the block,” she rambled. Her gorgeous green eyes darted around, and then she slowly looked at him.

“Well, you’re safe now. I’ll have to have a word with Francesca’s men about this. You shouldn’t be walking about on your own. Someone could try something. Like those two men, or the others who were watching you as you walked. Had you even noticed?” he continued to scold her. She shook her head. He exhaled.

“I’m fine, Mr. Lopez. Really. I was going to leave as soon as I finished this coffee,” she said and then placed her small, feminine hand onto the cup. She was feminine, sweet, a delicate young woman who needed protection.

That wasn’t his job. He was older, too experienced and demanding. She would definitely be a delicacy to indulge in, but not a fling. No, he wasn’t stupid or naive. This woman affected him way too much and instantly.

“So, you mentioned you were in town shopping? Where at?” he asked and took a sip from the to-go cup. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

“Umm…the paint store and fabric shop. They’re two boutiques that carry upscale items and things for designing ideas, and books,” she said and then reached toward the chair with the shopping bags. She pulled out a book and placed it onto the table. She was precious, the way he flustered her, and her reaction was getting to him. She started flipping through the pages.

“My friend Melise, I mean she’s really Francesca’s friend, but I’ve been hanging out with them a lot, and well, she asked me to help redecorate her condo. It’s very upscale and beautiful. She has unique tastes so this store here in Fulton has great things,” she told him.

“Redecorate her condo? You know how to do that?” he asked, his curiosity about this young woman growing bigger.

“Yes, sir. It’s what I went to college for, and what I was doing when I graduated.”

Holy shit. The way she called him sir had his body reacting in a way that surprised him. He should be angry for being attracted to such youth and energy. He wasn’t though. Women threw themselves at him and his brothers not only because of their fortune but because of their good looks, and their demanding appetites. Why the fuck did he just think of his brothers, too? Why with her? No, never again would they engage in a ménage and not even one with no strings, just sex. Never again. It was a vulnerability that could have cost them everything.




Nina was huddled against the passenger door, shaking and it hit Costanza even harder. “Shit,” he whispered and pulled off his jacket, covered Nina with it, and then lifted her up and onto his lap. He caressed her cheek, felt the dampness there, and he knew she was so scared. He pressed his lips to her forehead and her cheek. He held her until they got to their estate on the water. The gates opened, the security system high tech, never mind the men who got to the house immediately and swept the place with Quaid. When the SUV stopped, and they got out. Nina stood by him.

“You should take me home. I should go.”

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he stated firmly, taking her hand and guiding her along the pathway to the front door.

“But, Costanza, you could have been killed. Your security, innocent people on the streets, could have been killed because of me.”

“No, it was a warning. The bullets were blanks,” Merdock stated, straight-faced as they all entered their home. Covaney pulled off his tie.

“Marc, Don, take care of what Merdock and Covaney asked. We’ll be upstairs,” he said and then led her up the staircase, glass overlooking the ocean and night sky all the way to the top floor. He brought her into his bedroom.

“Where are you hurt?” he asked her, as he undid his tie.

Tears spilled from her eyes. “Bring me to the cottage, Costanza. Please before he tries to kill you. Please. I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.”

“Enough!” He raised his voice and stepped closer. He slowly took off the jacket from around her as his brothers closed the bedroom door and then began to undress.

She glanced at them and then at him as the jacket fell. He cupped her cheek and neck, stared down into her glistening eyes and his heart raced. “You’re staying the night. Hell, we aren’t letting you out of our sights. You’re our woman now, Nina. We protect what is ours.”

“But Sanford.”

“Will suffer soon enough. Now no more talk of him. The evening was going perfectly. You were coming back with us, to be with us, to make love with us, and that is what’s going to happen.” He pressed his lips to hers and began to pull her into his arms. His brothers joined in. He felt them, felt that power between them, yet somehow it was stronger than ever before. He heard her zipper fall and she moaned into his mouth, then gasped as the dress fell. He released her lips.

“She’s all bruised up. I’m sorry, baby. I was worried, and I reacted,” Covaney told her and started to kiss her shoulder and back. Costanza and Merdock looked at her full breasts, her tiny waist, the belly ring and her little black panties she wore under her sexy black dress. Covaney kissed her other shoulder.

“Say yes to making love and staying the night. Say it,” he said to her and then lowered to suckle a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God yes, yes, please.”

Her lips parted and she tilted her head back only for Merdock to suckle against her neck. Costanza slid her panties down, then pressed a hand to her ass cheek to balance himself as he lowered to the rug. He tilted his face to her pussy and inhaled as he held her hips.

“This pussy is ours. This body will be all ours forever, Nina. No other men but us. Understood?” he asked and licked along her slit. She was wet, cream dripping as he maneuvered her legs open wider.

“Oh, oh Costanza, that goes for the three of you, too, right? No other women. Oh God please, no other women,” she asked.

“No fucking way are we screwing this up with you. This is it. Just the four of us,” Merdock said, cupping her breasts from behind her as he rocked his hips and made her purr. Costanza lifted her one thigh up over his shoulder as he slid fingers to her cunt. In and out, she moaned harder, louder.

“Covaney, make sure we have the lube. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he said to him, and Covaney moved. “Now,” Costanza said, pulling fingers from her cunt. Merdock stepped away and got undressed the rest of the way.


* * * *


Nina was shaking she was so aroused, and incredibly nervous about making love to three men. She wanted them though. She didn’t want to think about tonight, about Sanford. She wanted to believe Costanza’s promise of protecting her and that his brothers would never let Sanford near her again. So as he lay her on the bed, her naked body fully exposed to him and his brothers, she knew there was no turning back from this. Either a ménage would go down as the second biggest mistake of her life, or these three men were truly her gift from heaven.

Costanza pulled off his clothes, and she looked at Merdock and Covaney who were naked in front of her. Her jaw dropped at the sight, and she practically drooled at all the muscles and holy God, scars. Her eyes took it all in including their thick, long cocks they were stroking while climbing up onto the bed and sliding next to her. Covaney cupped her chin, then stared into her eyes. “You’re exceptional, Nina. Absolutely gorgeous. We’ll protect you with all we have,” he said to her then pressed his lips to hers. Simultaneously Merdock began to suckle her breast on her left side, as palms maneuvered up her thighs spreading her, then pulled her lower to the edge of the bed. She felt the cool air against her pussy and asshole, and she moaned as fingers slid into her cunt. Covaney released her lips and kissed along her shoulder, her arm and then to her breast. She parted her lips, tried to stay in control but they were tag teaming her. Three sets of hands, of mouths, of bodies so close, she was ready to come already. The swipe of Costanza’s tongue and the thrust of his fingers brought her gaze to his eyes. She glanced down, his stare too deep, too penetrating and came at the sight. His knuckles to her cunt and fingers dipping in and out made her thrust her hips upward.

“Going slow isn’t going to happen,” Costanza said and tilted up. Covaney lifted and kissed her lips again then raised her arm above her head. Merdock did the same on her other side, her breasts pushed out, her pelvis tilted. Costanza pressed her thighs apart and aligned his cock with her pussy. He slid it back and forth against her clit. He was so big and thick, and she moaned.

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