[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Shelby Taylor is from Wilde. She’s grown up in a poly family. She’s been in the life as a submissive. She’s given up on dating outsiders after a horrific turn of events with a previous boyfriend. Wilde is her home. Always. And since love has eluded her, she’s resigned herself to being a club instructor for those new in the life. Not the future she dreamed of, but she believes this is as good as it will ever be.
The three Champion brothers—Alex, Justin, and Brandon—are from Elko. Outsiders. They’ve known about Wilde and its craziness since high school. Shelby’s ways are foreign to them, but each brother pursues her on their own.
When the sexy submissive is accused of two murders, they must face their prejudices about Wilde girls head on.
Will they choose love and save her? Or will the killer gunning for Shelby send her to an early grave?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Chloe Lang is a Siren-exclusive author.
Tossing the package over to him, she let her mind roll over the idea of what kissing him would be like.
Justin winked at her. “Good job, Shelby. Very good job.”
Another tingle. He’s not a Dom. He’s not from here. He’s from Elko. I need to get a grip.
She loved Wilde. The folks here might be odd to the outside, freaks even, but they were absolutely wonderful. She wouldn’t change a thing about any of them.
After consuming two crackers, he finally asked, “Shall we split this?”
“No. I’ve got another one.” She pulled out the other package identical to the one she’d given him from the same emergency snack drawer in her desk. Holding it up for him to see, she said, “I only want a couple. If you’re still hungry, you may have the rest of these.”
“You’re too good to me, darlin'.” Justin stood and got right in front of her. Then he cupped her chin. “Those fools eating that barbeque at the ground breaking ceremony have nothing over on us. This is fucking fine dining if you ask me.”
She grinned. Justin was definitely no pushover, and like it or not she was responding to his blatant come-on. “I agree, cowboy. Still the Wilde men do put out the best ribs in the state.”
“Ribs?” His voice trailed off for a moment, then he shook his head, releasing her chin. “You’re bad, Shelby. Really bad. I think this break is over.”
He sat back down and finished his last cracker. She moved next to him, inhaling his scent of leather and wood. As promised, she handed over the majority of her snack to him.
“Thanks, darlin'. What about something to drink?”
“Sorry, just these. There’s a water fountain in the hallway.”
“I saw it, but it can wait. Besides, I have an idea for later for the two of us.”
Two of us? Damn, this isn’t good.
He wasn’t making this easy for her. She needed to finish this task, thank him, and say good-bye. It would’ve been best if she had not brought him here. Why had she? Because she was a lost cause, always searching and hoping for the impossible. As Justin devoured the last cracker, she realized he did seem to enjoy the snack more than most. He’d eaten them fast.
“Better?” she asked.
As they began working on the project again, she turned to him. “Alex is your brother?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, his mouth still full from the last cracker treat. “Him and Brandon.”
“The guy standing with you and Alex before you came over to me with your tired lines?” she asked, teasing him.
“Tired lines? Shelby, those are some of the best lines in the rodeo circuit. Ask anyone?”
“You mean ask the women, right?”
Justin shrugged. “Straight as an arrow, darlin'.”
The man oozed of sexuality, hot male sexuality. “Ditto here, cowboy.”
It was time to change the subject. This was her home, not his, not Alex’s, not their brother Brandon’s. Sure Alex had moved here but he was still an outsider. You could see it in his face whenever he looked at the families in Wilde—not quite a look of judgment but definitely not understanding. She loved Wilde, but realized for most it was too much to take in.
“All done.” She stood. Time to end this now before my heart suffers again. “Thank you so much for your help.”
Alex had more than piqued her interest, and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Now, she was in her office with his brother, a sexy beast. She’d grown up in a poly family. Two dads and one mom. It made sense on every level for her. Alex and Justin? They were from Elko. And they had another brother, too. Three dreamy men for a Wilde girl like her, but most certainly a nightmare for anyone from Elko like them.
Justin got to his feet and moved right in front of her. On the floor, he didn’t seem like such a…a giant. Now, he towered over her.
“I’d like to collect my pay, sweetheart,” he said, seductively.
“Pay? There’s no pay, cowboy.”
“Yes, there is.” Without warning, he pulled her into his muscled frame and captured her lips with his. Instinctively, she melted into his dominance. Her toes curled as she felt one of his big hands on the back of her neck and the other on the curve of her waist.
Idiot. This will never work. You’ve tried this before. Why go down this path again?
She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed slightly.
He released her mouth. “What, darlin'?”
“I can’t do this,” she confessed and tried to twist free from his hold.
His dark eyes narrowed. “Do what? Kiss me?”
Why had she said yes to Justin coming to help her? Because deep down she dreamed of it leading to Alex and a life, a future, she hoped for.
“Any of it, Justin. You’re from Elko. I’m from Wilde. You and I both know what that means, don’t we?”
He took a step back. “Fuck the old ways, baby. Today, you and I will broker a new path for our hometowns to get along. What do you say? How about we discuss this over a meal at the diner?”
“Yes,” she said, unable to help herself. “When?”
“Now,” Justin said like he’d been a Dom his entire life. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”
Justin certainly wasn’t a Dom, but he sure did have the DNA to be one.
Every possessive urge inside him exploded in response. Shelby was the kind of girl a man should fall in love with and marry. He’d never been in love before. Lust? For sure. Not love. Was this love he was feeling for her? Couldn’t be. Not this quick. Whatever it was, he needed her in the worst way, needed to feel her, to hold her, to pleasure her.
He kissed his way down her neck to her shoulders to her breasts until his lips were feathering her nipples. Then he kissed them, one after the other, before devouring them into his mouth, sucking on her delicious breasts.
Hearing her moan, he felt her fingers in his hair, pulling his head in tighter. The more she moaned, the harder he got between his legs, harder than he ever thought possible. Continuing to suck on her gorgeous breasts, he moved his hands down her body until he found the top button of her jeans. She writhed under him, which urged him forward. He unsnapped the clasp and sent his fingers over the denim’s waist, and felt the silk fabric of her underwear. He pulled down her pants, leaving her with only her panties.
“No fair,” she said.
“No fair, what?”
“What about your pants, Alex?” Shelby giggled, sending a new wave of molten heat through his body and down into his cock.
“This night is about you, sweetheart.” In a flash, he ripped off his jeans and underwear. “My briefs are gone now. So, fair is fair.” He smiled and saw her eyes widen. Then he pulled her panties all the way off. “Better?”
“Let me see.” She moved her hands down his body and then he felt her wrap her fingers around his shaft. “Yes. This is better.
“Fair is fair.” He began kissing his way down her body. Her perfect abdomen was so soft. Coming to her sweet navel, he kissed it. His fingers trailed behind his lips as he dotted kisses over her skin until he was positioned perfectly hovering over her pussy. It was the sexiest, most enticing thing he’d ever seen in his life. He licked up her cream and pressed his fingers into her swollen folds.
Shelby trembled underneath him, and he knew there was no one he would ever want to be with more than her ever again.
* * * *
Shelby’s body and mind were on fire. She’d played at The Masters’ Chambers many times, but no Dom had ever reached her like Alex was right now.
Control? He was in control with every caress of his fingertips, every lick of his tongue, every kiss from his lips—and she was happy to surrender to him. Whatever he asked her to do she would do it. For him. For her. For both of them.
As his hot breath skated over her pussy, Shelby felt tingling lines zip through her body from her swollen lips and nipples to her clit and even deep into her womb. The pressure was building more and more. Everything was firing inside her. Everything was alive. Everything was hot. Everything was uncontrollable. Her body writhed as if it had a mind of its own.
With his hands, Alex urged her thighs wider. She complied instantly, spreading herself for his mouth, for his tongue, for him. She felt him press on her clit and more quakes erupted inside her. She got wetter, which seemed to delight him as he continued to lap his thick tongue over her moist folds.
Crazed and on the edge, she felt him send his fingers into her pussy hitting that just right spot. She scraped her fingernails on the back of his head, as the release he’d given her sent a sea of sensations through her body. Hot. Molten. Her moans morphed into pants as her orgasm swept through her again and again. Alex captured her clit between his lips and delivered the perfect amount of tightness that multiplied the electricity she was already feeling. Then she screamed, lost to the climax, the pleasure, the bliss he’d created for her.
Before she could catch her breath, he moved up her body, again kissing her everywhere along the way, until they were face-to-face.
His eyes were narrowed with lust. She could feel his cock on her mound. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Lost to his every whim, she closed her eyes, moaning into him. She could tell he was reaching for the nightstand next to the bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Alex’s wicked grin.
In his hand was a foil condom package. “You put this on me, sweetheart.”
God, he seems like such a natural Dom. Unable to resist, she said, “Yes, Sir.” Taking the package from him, she ripped it open and pulled out the rubber. He rolled to the side of her, clearly taking care that their bodies continued to touch. She could feel his heat and it was reaching into her like a runaway fire. With her free hand, she wrapped her fingers around his thick, long shaft and squeezed it. The deep growl that came out of his mouth made her tingle with pride.