Loving Attention (MFMM)

Slick Rock 22

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 67,786
10 Ratings (4.1)
[Siren Menage Everlasting: Cowboys Ménage a Quatre Romantic Suspense Romance, MFMM, reverse harem, HEA]
Nikita Russo manages to escape from under her mob boss father’s thumb and heads to Slick Rock to join her sister, Katerina. Kat managed to escape twelve months earlier and with careful planning and help from the housekeeper, Rosita, Niki leaves Chicago and years of abuse behind.
Brentley, Rigby and Heston Lyndon know that Niki, their new housekeeper, is the woman they’ve been waiting for. But how are they supposed to court her and convince her they’re meant to be together when she’s skittish.
When Niki’s story comes to light after Brent accidentally scares her into a cationic state, the three men vow to protect her with their lives.
Just when Niki and Kat think they’re safe from danger after hearing their father is dead from poisoning, danger follows them to Slick Rock.
However, this time Niki isn’t going to let anyone abuse or use her without a fight.
Will Niki be able to save Kat and herself from evil’s clutches? Will the Lyndon men be able to save the love of their lives and her sister? 
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Loving Attention (MFMM)
10 Ratings (4.1)

Loving Attention (MFMM)

Slick Rock 22

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 67,786
10 Ratings (4.1)
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Niki had been too scared to call her sister even though she now had Kat’s cell phone number. The last thing she’d wanted to do was get caught talking to Katerina and give her sister’s location away.

Niki shoved her arms through the shoulder straps of her backpack and cinched the belt tightly around her waist. Instead of going to the bedroom door, which was no doubt locked yet again, she hurried to the window and slid it up. After carefully prying the flyscreen off and holding it aloft in one hand, she straddled the windowsill. When she was standing on the second-story roof, she turned and closed the window almost all the way, then replaced the screen. A shudder ripped up her spine as the cold winter air breezed over her, but she had a feeling that wasn’t the only reason for the shivers wracking her body.

She was scared, breathing faster than normal and her heart was a loud, rapid staccato in her chest and ears. She was going to get caught trying to sneak away, but there was no way in hell she was staying. Trying to ignore the sweat trickling down between her breasts and sheening her body, as well as the trembles shaking her frame was difficult, but she had to leave even if she was worried about Rosita and what would happen to her.

After saying a quick prayer to whoever was listening, she tiptoed down the slope of the roof toward the downpipe at the corner of the house. She didn’t need to worry about setting off any motion detectors or being caught on the security cameras strewn about the property, because she’d found each and every one and knew the path she was about to take wouldn’t be on the security feed.

Niki took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the roof, turned over onto her stomach, and slowly slid her body over the edge while gripping the gutter. It took her a few moments to find purchase with her feet, but finally she was able to get the toe of her sneaker onto one of the brackets of the downpipe. Once she was sure she wasn’t going to slip, she moved one hand to the pipe and then the other.

By the time she touched the ground she was sweating, panting, and shaking from exertion and adrenaline, but she didn’t care. She’d made it down without falling and breaking her ankle or her neck.

She was terrified out of her mind, but she wasn’t about to let fear stop her from escaping her life in hell.

After catching her breath, she gazed about into the shadows to make sure one of her father’s lackeys wasn’t outside, and then she sprinted from the corner of the house across the yard toward the sandstone fence surrounding the property. All the time she was running she expected to hear someone shouting and the pounding of footsteps behind her, but all she could hear was the thundering of her own heart. She gasped for breath as she reached the large cypress tree near the fence, but she didn’t stop moving. She climbed up the trunk and limbs as fast as she could, discounting the scrape of the rough bark against the palms of her hands. When she reached the thick limb, which was as high as the fence, she shored up her determination, lifted her arms out to her sides for balance, and stepped along the thick bough. She wobbled precariously a couple of times but managed to stop herself from falling, and finally, after what seemed like hours, she stepped onto the top of the wall, then sat down.

There was no way she was going to chance jumping from ten feet to the ground, so, once more, she shimmied onto her stomach, and using the little strength she had left in her trembling limbs, lowered herself down the other side of the wall, until she was dangling by her hands. She gazed down at the ground, hoping she didn’t end up injuring herself more than she already was, and after sucking in another ragged breath, she let go.

Her ankle rolled, and she bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry out in pain. When her ankle dulled down to a low throb, she started limping away from her father’s domain as fast as she could while tugging the hood of her fur-lined coat up over her head.

She kept her head lowered and made it to the end of the road just as the bus pulled into the stop. Nikita jogged the last ten yards, trying not to cry as the aches and pains all over her body were exacerbated. She dug into the pocket of her jeans for her bus fare as she ascended the stairs, then made her way toward the back of the bus. As the bus traveled the streets of Chicago toward the central terminal, Niki prayed that her father and the man he’d sold her to—or any of his goons—wouldn’t realize she was missing until it was way too late. She’d escaped just as Vinnie was losing his patience with her.

How she’d held him off and kept him out of her bed for so long, she had no idea, but was damn glad the asshole hadn’t pushed until the last couple of weeks. She knew if she didn’t leave, he was going to end up raping her, and that was something she couldn’t face. Having him kiss and touch her had made her skin crawl with revulsion. It had taken all of her self-control not to gag every time he shoved his slimy tongue into her mouth.

If they caught her, she’d be beaten to within an inch of her life and would never be left alone again.

There was no way she was letting those evil, controlling bastards touch her ever again.




Each time they suckled, sparks of bliss shot straight down to her clit and pussy. Her womb spasmed and her internal muscles clenched, sending more of her juices out to coat her folds.

She was panting so fast and hard, and yet she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

Brent licked her again and again, then swirled his tongue around her sensitive pearl, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Her stomach muscles jumped and she moaned.

And then she stopped breathing altogether.

Brent dipped his tongue into her pussy, and as he lapped his way back up toward her clit, he rimmed her soaked hole with his finger. Air exploded from her lungs when he began to push his finger inside of her.

Nerves fired to life as her wet, delicate tissues were stretched and he slowly worked his finger inside of her. She groaned, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow.

The muscles in her body were loose, yet each time Brent pumped his finger deeper into her cunt and Hes and Rig suckled on her nipples, they grew tauter. Her body was a mass of contradictions as tension and lassitude warred with each other.

Niki’s insides were on fire and she was aching all over.

She realized Brent’s finger was all the way inside her pussy when she felt his knuckles pressing into her labia. She clenched around his digit and started rocking her hips since he’d stopped moving.

He pressed her more firmly into the mattress, holding her still, and then he withdrew his finger, but before she could protest, he was back with two. He circled the tip of his tongue around and around her clit, getting closer and closer to where she needed him to touch her the most. Just as he licked over that ultrasensitive spot on the distended bundle of nerves, he started stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Hes released her breast, grasped her chin between his finger and thumb, tilting her face toward him, and he kissed her. Rig rolled one of her nipples while scraping his teeth over the other hard peak, then sucked on it firmly.

Pressure began to grow deep inside Niki’s womb. Her legs started to tremble and liquid desire pooled low in her belly.

Brent pumped his fingers harder and faster, gliding them in and out of her pussy, caressing along the nerve-laden walls of her cunt.

A coil of tension formed in the pit of her stomach, womb, and pussy, getting tighter and tighter each time he shuttled his fingers in and out of her sheath.

Even though she tried to stop her legs from shaking, that just seemed to make the trembling worse.

Brent lifted his mouth from her clit, then blew a warm breath over her sensitive nub. He nipped the upper inside of her thigh, and then he lowered his head back to her pussy. Instead of licking her clit, this time he drew it into his mouth, gently caging it between his teeth, and then he lapped the engorged pearl hard and fast with the tip of his tongue.

Cream dripped from her pussy and over her ass, but she didn’t care. All Niki cared about was chasing the building ecstasy. She was hovering right on the peak but no matter how hard she tried to fall over the edge, something stopped her.

She opened her eyes and gasped for breath. Rig and Hes were suckling on her nipples, but when she saw the sheen of sweat glistening on their skin, the urge to touch them was too intense to ignore.

She untangled her fingers from their hair, and when they both released her breasts to look at her, she caressed her hands down over their chests.

Their skin was soft and smooth, but the muscles underneath were so hard, an unfamiliar yet highly arousing contrast compared to her own body. She smoothed her hands down lower and lower, her fingers undulating over all those delineated ridges. When she reached the waistbands of their jeans, she tugged the buttons open, lowered the zippers, and shoved her hands in under their boxers. Hes gasped and Rig groaned when she wrapped her hands around their hard dicks. The skin of their cocks was velvety smooth and so hot they almost singed her palms. And then she began to pump her hands up and down.

“Send her over,” Rig ordered in a hoarse voice as he and Hes clutched her wrists and drew her hands out of their pants. They lifted her arms over her head but stopped when she shook her head.

“Don’t…don’t…he did that.”

“Sorry, sugar.” Rig laced his fingers with hers and lifted her hand to his mouth, but instead of kissing the back of it like she’d expected, he sucked the tip of her finger into his mouth and caressed the pad with his tongue.

Hes threaded his fingers with hers as he lowered his head toward her chest. This time he went in for the kill with no slow buildup. He sucked her nipple it in deep and pressed it against the roof of his mouth. Niki cried out with pleasure.

Brent twisted his fingers inside of her as he pumped them into and out of her pussy. She gasped and jolted when he rubbed over the top wall of her cunt.

Then she was on sensation overload.

Brent pistoned his fingers hard and fast, caressing over the sweet spot again and again as he licked her clit with his tongue.

Hes and Rig pinched her nipples between their fingers and thumbs to the point of pain, and Brent squeezed her clit between his teeth.

Niki screamed, “Brent!”

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