Her Forever Mountain (MFM)

Menage Mountain 8

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 40,900
5 Ratings (4.8)

[Menage Everlasting: Cowboys Menage a Trois Romance, MFM, HEA]

Cindy has it all—money, good looks, and a good job. She isn’t looking for a man, so what is she going to do with two?

Andy and Joe want a woman who can take them both on. When they meet Cindy, they believe they’ve found her, but she’s not so sure a ménage will work

They set out to prove her wrong by showing her that family, no matter how many are in it, means everything. Joe and Andy teach her that three can be just as solid as two when it comes to creating a solid relationship.

Cindy realizes that she loves them both and can’t imagine her life without them. When her ex blows into town and threatens that relationship, she’s ready to fight for it. Thank goodness her guys are right there by her side.


Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.

Her Forever Mountain (MFM)
5 Ratings (4.8)

Her Forever Mountain (MFM)

Menage Mountain 8

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 40,900
5 Ratings (4.8)
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Andy watched the two women as they talked at the table on the edge of the dance floor. More specifically, he watched the strawberry blonde one. Her blue eyes and rounded figure called to him. He felt his dick stir when it hadn’t reacted to a woman in ages. Other than his hand, not one woman had aroused his cock in so long he’d begun to think he was turning into a monk.

“Which one are you staring at so hard?” Joe asked.

“The strawberry blonde. Why?” he asked, shooting his friend a quick look.

“Good. That’s the one I’m interested in, as well.”

“She’s hot as hell with all those curves. The other one is too thin for my taste,” Andy said.

“There’s our chance. Her friend is going to dance with someone,” Joe said. “Go ask her to dance.”

“Why me?” Andy scowled.

“You’re better at dancing than I am.”


“Don’t waste this opportunity, man. Someone else is going to ask her if you don’t.”

“Fuck.” Andy stood and stomped toward the woman while trying to stamp down the army of ants marching along his spine.

“May I have this dance?” he asked.

Her startled eyes met his, and a slow pale blush colored her cheeks. She was even more beautiful up close than he’d first believed. He loved how her dark lashes accented the blue of her eyes and drew attention to the sprinkling of freckles across her nose and the upper parts of her cheeks.

“I—I can’t. I’m watching our drinks,” she said.

“Mind if I join you? Then we can dance when your friend returns?” he asked.

“Sure. That will be fine.”

“I’m Andy. What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Cindy. It’s great to meet you.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you visiting someone?” he asked.

“No. I moved here about a year ago. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around,” she said.

“We don’t get out a lot,” Andy said.

“What do you do?” Cindy asked.

“We run a diesel mechanic shop on the edge of town,” he said.

“That probably does keep you busy, off the interstate like Cozy is,” she said.

“Yeah, we stay pretty busy. What about you? What do you do?”

She bit her lower lip then sighed. “I write articles for online magazines and papers.”

“Does it keep you busy?” he asked.

“As busy as I want it to. I can write as much or as little as I want to. It all depends on how much money I need to make each week. Some weeks I write more than others. I do okay,” she said.

“Sounds like a pretty cool job,” Andy said.

She smiled and had started to say something else when Beverly returned, laughing with her dance partner.

“Thanks.” Beverly sat down and grabbed her beer. She looked at Andy and lifted her brows.

“Andy, this is my friend Beverly. Beverly, this is Andy. He and his friend run a diesel garage on the edge of town,” Cindy told her.

“It’s great to meet you,” Beverly said.

“How about that dance now?” Andy asked.

Cindy bit her lip again but stood. She suddenly felt nervous about dancing with the man. The music was slow and sexy, a country ballad. He pulled her into his arms and gently rocked her to the music. She fit into his arms as if she’d been made for him. It all felt perfect. She loved the feel of his strong embrace, like he could handle anything the world could throw his way. Could he handle her secret? Would it change him?

What am I thinking? I just met the man. I have no business even contemplating anything like telling him my secrets when I may never see him again. Just because he feels so right doesn’t mean he is.

But he did feel perfect there in her arms. She sighed and enjoyed the feel of his arms around her and swayed to the music. All too soon, it was over and they were headed back to the table.

“Thanks for the dance,” Andy said. “Maybe another one later?”

“Sure. That would be nice,” Cindy said.

She couldn’t help but watch as he walked away. She loved his tight rounded ass as he made his way between the tables to where his friend sat against the back wall.

“Well?” Beverly asked.

“He’s nice. I like him. He’s kind of gruff, but nice,” she said.

“He’s kind of good looking in a rough sort of way. Not really handsome, but not really all that hard either. Edgy is a good word,” Beverly said.

“Maybe he’ll ask me to dance again later.”

“What about your guy? What did you think about him?” Cindy asked.

“Handsy. I can do without him. I had to dodge his hands the entire time we were dancing. I swear he had more than two of them. I won’t be dancing with him again.”

They chatted about the different men they saw when someone walked up next to Cindy. He cleared his throat.

“Excuse me. May I have this dance?”

She looked up and found the other man who’d been with Andy. He had green eyes with warm chestnut hair that was just long enough that he could pull it back. He was maybe an inch shorter than Andy and just as muscular as his friend.

“Um, sure.” She stood and shot a look of surprise toward her friend, who was grinning like a deranged clown at her.

The stranger led her out onto the dance floor, where another slow country ballad was playing. He pulled her into his arms and soon had her swaying to the music.

“I’m Joe. Andy said your name is Cindy. It’s good to meet you, Cindy,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she said.

“Andy’s right. You do smell like fresh air after a summer rain, and you’re as soft as a downy pillow,” Joe said.

“I don’t know what to say,” Cindy said.

“You don’t have to say anything. We think you’re gorgeous.”

“You do?”

“Yep. Love your rocking body and all that pretty hair the color of a dawn sky, strawberry blonde,” Joe said.

“You know how to throw out the compliments,” she said.

“I don’t give them out blindly, Cindy. You’re a beautiful woman. Andy and I would love to take you out to eat at the steak house next weekend,” Joe said.

“But you hardly know me,” Cindy said, pulling back to look up at him in surprise.

“The only way to get to know each other is to go out, right?” he asked.

“Well, I guess,” Cindy agreed.

“So? Will you let us take you out?”

“Both of you?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t get it. Why both of you? Usually a date only includes one man and one woman.”

“Haven’t you heard? In Cozy there are threesomes here. Those of us living on Ménage Mountain date in threes,” Joe said with a wink.

“You’re playing with me,” she said, though she’d heard rumors.

“No. I’m completely serious. The mountain has been unofficially renamed Ménage Mountain, and everyone who lives on it either lives in a ménage relationship or plans to. Andy and I live on Ménage Mountain. We’re looking for that kind of relationship. That’s why we both want to take you out. Are you woman enough to see where this leads?” Joe asked.




Andy hadn’t even touched her below her neck, and already she was ready to jump his bones. Lust unlike anything she’d ever felt burned through her. She pulled back, gasping for breath.

“You okay, babe?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. What was that?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

“The best kiss I’ve ever had,” Andy said with a smug smile.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Really.”

He chuckled. “Can’t say it wasn’t. You’re just as hot from it as I am. Your face is red, and I bet if I put my hand in those silky pink panties, your pussy would be wet for me. Now tell me I’m wrong,” he said.

Cindy couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips. It didn’t matter that he was right. It was that he’d said it out loud. She wasn’t used to someone being so blunt, but that was Andy.

“You going to let me taste that pretty pussy, babe? I want to lick it clean and find out if it tastes as good as it smells,” he said.

“You can smell me?” she squeaked out.

“You smell like warm vanilla. I want a taste,” he said.

“I can’t believe you can smell me. That’s so embarrassing,” she said, fanning her face.

“Don’t be. It’s sexy as hell.” He looked down at the cat still snoozing on his chest. “How do I get this thing off my chest?”

“Just pick him up and set him on the bed next to you,” Cindy said.

Andy gently picked up the cat and set him down on the bed on the other side of him. Rascal growled but didn’t hiss or swipe at him. Cindy was relieved that she wasn’t having to intervene between the two. Then she had other things to think about as Andy shoved the covers down her body and followed them to settle between her legs. His broad shoulders shoved her legs apart to accommodate them. He leaned in and licked her panties then inhaled them as if they were the sweetest scent of a flower. Then he slid his hands between them and her body and began to pull them down her legs. He slipped them off each leg then returned to her pussy.

Cindy nearly screamed when he ran his tongue up her slit the first time. She threw back her head and bit her lip as he licked her from top to bottom and all around her clit. She gasped as he sucked in her pussy lips then stabbed her pussy with his tongue. It felt amazing and was close to making her come. She’d never felt anything so delicious.

“You taste like sweet candy, babe. I could eat you out all day long.”

“You started without me,” Joe said in a sleepy voice.

“Couldn’t stand smelling her sweet pussy any longer,” Andy said. “Had to have her.”

“Leaves her breasts for me. I can make a meal out of these amazing tits. Look at those pretty berries sitting up there.” Joe leaned over and sucked one taut nipple into his mouth while pulling lightly on the other one.

Cindy arched her back then groaned when he sucked hard on the breast he had in his mouth, taking in more of the flesh so that his mouth was stuffed full of her mound. She reached up and grabbed at his head and held him there at her breast as dual sensations overwhelmed her. With Andy sucking at her pussy lips and stabbing at her pussy with his tongue and Joe sucking and tugging on her breasts, she was going insane with desire. It coursed through her bloodstream like a river of fire. It was all too much and, at the same time, not nearly enough. She wanted more. She wanted it all.

“Oh, God. Please,” she pleaded.

“Please what, beautiful?” Joe asked, pulling back from her breasts.

“I need more,” she said in a strained voice.

“More what?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It’s all too much. I feel like I’m going to explode,” she admitted.

“Good. We’re doing our job right,” Joe said with a huge grin.

He took her mouth in a searing kiss that had her rethinking her ideas on kisses. Both hands held her head still as he devoured her mouth, taking all that she’d give, sending her body into another spasm of excitement that nearly threw her over the edge into orgasm.

Andy jerked her attention back to him when he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy as he sucked hard on her clit, and all thoughts of Joe and the kiss left her mind as she came undone in a climax so wild she felt as if she were rising above her body and floating in midair. A sharp thrill ran up and down her spine as she screamed wordlessly at the sheer pleasure coursing through her body from her head to her toes and back up again.

When she finally settled back into her body, Cindy found that she could barely move. She felt as if all her muscles had turned to Jell-O and were quivering. She panted in an effort to regain her breath as Andy rose from between her legs with a languid smile that looked more mischievous than anything.

“You okay, beautiful?” Joe asked, stroking her hair and wearing his own version of that smile.

“Pretty okay. Just can’t breathe,” she managed to get out.

“Guess we did our job pretty good then,” he said.

“Want inside that hot little cunt, babe. You going to let me?” Andy asked, stroking her inner thighs with his hands.

“Oh God. You’ll kill me,” she breathed out as she spoke.

“Promise not to. I’ll make sure you come again though,” Andy said.

“Like I said, you’ll kill me,” Cindy said.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Andy said with a half-smile.

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