[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys]
Lydia Webster is stranded in west Texas, waiting tables to earn money to escape Fort Stockton and the clutches of her lecherous boss. Circumstances have brought the professional chef to west Texas and left her high and dry.
Distance means nothing to Chance Carlisle when he recalls the beautiful waitress's smile and blue eyes. His brother Clayton doesn't believe in long-distance relationships, even though he is attracted to Lydia, too. Chance offers her a position as their chef, but it's Lydia herself who he wants. Despite numerous disruptions, the attraction between Lydia and Clayton grows, along with her love for Chance, until passion blazes out of control like a Texas wildfire.
Lydia had longed for life in a small town and loves Divine, but there's just one catch. Her overprotective big brothers live in Divine, and there's going to be hell to pay when they find out why she's there.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Heather Rainier is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 STARS: "“Sometimes it’s best to just jump on in, baby.” Lydia doesn’t simply give in to the temptation of Chance and Clayton Carlisle, she embraces their love with her whole heart. Are you in the market for one of those books that’s chock full of sweet “awww” moments? You know the type of book I mean: the ones where the characters don’t drive the reader nuts by spending more time fighting their attraction to one another rather than enjoying the chemistry. The books that don’t expend vast amounts of time on correcting misunderstandings just to tie the characters up into a new emotional pretzel every other chapter. Conflict is fine, even necessary, but some authors wear the reader down with never ending angst. If you prefer the books that steal your breath with their passion and sensual romance, I have a treat for you. Lydia Webster is determined to live her life by her own rules and make her own way. She loves her “mama-bear” big brothers but they have their lives and she doesn’t want or need for them to interfere in hers. Not to say she’s opposed to all men being helpful or supportive. Take the deliciously sexy, sweet and generous Carlisle twins. More specially, Chance Carlisle. Just when Lydia thinks she’s hit rock bottom, Chance is there to bring her home and surround her with love times two. Ms. Rainier has the perfect quote to describe the difference in identical twins Chance and Clayton. They are “two totally identical men who were completely different. Chance, who was her sunshine and air. The one who had saved her. And Clayton who was her moonlight and passion. Her lover.” See, I bet you just said “aww”. You’re welcome. The road to Lydia, Chance and Claytons’ HEA isn’t completely without issues. A gold-digger, an old flame and mouthy jerk each put some effort into creating a stumbling block for the lovers. As with all true love stories, these useless individuals are more annoying than actual trouble. Actually, it’s one of Lydia’s big brothers that cause Chance and Clayton any real pain. *Sigh* They never saw it coming. I could literally go on and on about the clever dialogue, creative plot, the fluid storyline, built in soundtrack (my personal favorite touch by Ms. Rainier) and so on. This book is fulfilling on so many levels. Did I mention these three know how to set the sheets on fire? You aren’t just in the room when things get hot, you’re with them on the bed, the counter, the chaise lounge, the pier…bring a fan. Clothing optional. Even if this is your first trip to Divine Creek, I have no doubt you’ll enjoy Lydia, Chance and Clayton’s story. There’re several returning characters and some storylines from other books that are brought in but that should only whet your appetite to go find the other books and not preclude your enjoyment of this book. Author Heather Rainer pens some of my favorite full length ménage romance novels. I know each time I return to visit Divine Creek I’m going to meet and fall in love with a whole new and unique set of men and the woman lucky enough to catch their eye. With each new story I tell myself “this is going to be my favorite grouping” and then Ms. Rainier proves me wrong with a new installment to the series. The hallmark of an excellent storyteller is the ability to create a world where her characters continue to live on after the last page and where her readers beg for an opportunity to visit time and again. Lydia’s Twin Temptation is a fantastic read and not to be missed." -- Honeysuckle, Long and Short Reviews
Once the enchiladas were in the oven, Lydia blotted her forehead and her neck and looked very satisfied with her work. Clayton removed two beers from the refrigerator and took her by the hand. He drew her into the family room, set the ceiling fan above them on the highest setting, and sat down in the big cushioned recliner, still holding her hand.
He got comfortable, patted his knee and said, “Come sit in my lap. We have twenty minutes before they’re due. That’s plenty of time for you to cool down and take a breather.” At her uncertain look he added, “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”
“I’m just not used to sitting in someone’s lap.”
“Well this someone would very much like you in his lap.”
Clayton slid his arms around her hips and pulled her closer as he rocked the recliner back. The chair tilted and he allowed gravity to help her find her spot, and she curled into his side. She scooted around, eventually getting comfortable, and he rocked her and took a sip from his beer. She let out a long sigh and took a sip from her beer as well.
“Better?” he asked as he shifted under her and she sank deeper into his side.
“Yeah. I don’t mean to be so…stiff with you.”
Clayton was thinking she wasn’t the only thing stiff, and she chose that moment to look in his eyes, evidently realizing the dual meaning her words could have. Clayton smiled and a chuckle rose from his chest. “Wish I could say the same thing, but it would be a lie.”
Color rose in her cheeks, and she burst into laughter. They lay there laughing until Lydia finally said, “Oh, I needed that. I’m sorry. Should I get off?”
Clayton rolled his eyes and groaned. “You’re killing me!” They laughed again, and it was a nice feeling. He was definitely hard and getting harder by the second with her sexy body pressed against him, but he was glad that she felt more comfortable. He set his beer on the side table. She looked up at him and he tilted her chin farther up and kissed her lips. He took her beer from her and blindly placed it with his.
A sexy groan came from her, reminiscent of the sexy sounds he’d heard her making in her bathtub on her first night at the ranch, and his cock pulsed with excitement. Her dark lashes fanned down against her cheeks, and he stroked her jaw. Lydia’s skin was like satin under his fingertips. She slid her left hand upward until her fingers traced through the hair at his nape. Her lips and silky tongue played against his own as she stroked the back of his head.
Having her curled up in his arms in such a comfortable setting felt so good. It seemed right and natural when his hand strayed to her ass, then gently slid down the back of her thigh and pulled it up so it was pressed over his throbbing erection.
She slid her hand back down his chest to his abdomen and seemed to melt in his arms. They kissed for several minutes, and he became concerned that she was straining her neck. Shifting slightly to his left side, he gave her a little room so she could move into a more comfortable position.
The timer on the stove signaling seven o’clock went off just as she rose up on her right elbow to get a little leverage. Unfortunately, when she did that it triggered the recline mechanism in the chair and it flattened out beneath them.
What happened next was like something out of a cartoon. Because her weight was on her elbow, she was knocked off balance and fell forward and flopped onto him, straddling him. Her momentum caused the chair to tip over onto the tile floor as Chance and the ranch hands filed in through the back door.
Her panicked cry was muffled by a mouthful of recliner and his surprised exclamation was stifled by her glorious, full breasts.
From Clayton’s perspective it was all good, and he put his arms around her, now that the room had stopped spinning. Lydia finally achieved her leverage and lifted off of him.
Chance walked up with a grin on his face. “Technical difficulties?” he asked as the ranch hands followed him into the family room.
Both men pressed kisses to her shoulders, throat, and cheeks, their hands a continuing wave of strokes until the tide of tension inside her began to rise again.
She kissed Chance and then turned to Clayton and kissed him as well. The thought that she was in bed with two of the sexiest men she’d ever met, who were ready to make love to her at her word, made her body hum with arousal, and she wanted to go there badly.
She tilted her leg as Chance stroked it, leading his hand to her inner thigh, and he looked up at her and gave her his teasing, sexy smile and pressed his lips in a slow descent down her torso, starting with a loving kiss and lick to her nipple. His touch was a mix of playfulness and adoration as he took his time.
Sighing shakily with anticipation as his lips traveled the last few inches to her pussy, Lydia caressed both their cocks. Neither was prepared for her touch, judging by their groans. She wrapped her hands around their incredibly hard, distended shafts and stroked them. Her breath left her in a rush and she arched her back as Chance’s hot mouth made contact with her pussy.
Chance moved out of her reach and positioned himself between her legs, leaving her with only Clayton’s cock to play with. She watched Chance as he licked her pussy and found herself falling into a rhythm with him as she stroked Clayton. Chance glanced up at her, a sultry glow in his eyes as he took his time licking in leisurely, broad strokes, seeming totally absorbed in his task and in no hurry to reach a destination.
Clayton growled as she slowly stroked him and said, “Lydi, you’re torturing me.”
Lydia’s pussy clenched against Chance’s tongue as he slid it through her opening again, and she whispered, “Let me suck it for you. Would you like that?”
“Oh, damn. I’d love it.” Clayton moved closer and knelt within reach of her. Wondering for a moment if she could handle the stimulation of Chance’s tongue on her while playing with Clayton, Lydia figured she’d find out in a few minutes. She opened her mouth and licked the hard, thick head of Clayton’s cock.
Gazing up at him, she took his hard, pulsing shaft in her mouth for the first time and sucked on the head. Clayton bit his lip and groaned blissfully. Wetting his hard flesh with her tongue, she slid more easily until she was taking several inches with each pass.
Clayton groaned and muttered, “Damn, you’re good, woman.” Lydia chuckled and winked audaciously at him as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked a little harder. His scent was soapy and clean as though he’d bathed while she’d been in her shower. Her experience with blow jobs was limited, but he sounded like she was doing fairly well at it.
Chance pulled her attention back to his loving ministrations as he drew the throbbing flesh of her clit into his mouth and toyed with it more firmly. Heated currents rushed through her body and her pussy swelled and throbbed with each draw of his suctioning mouth until she thought she might go mad. He kept her dangling on the edge for an eternity before she finally released Clayton’s cock from her mouth, and she whimpered, “Please, Chance. Please.”
Chance gave a groan of approval and stroked her opening with a fingertip. Her cunt clenched violently in anticipation as he slid his finger inside her pussy and began stroking in and out. Each stroke, each hot breath against her cunt brought her closer and closer as the delicious certainty of an orgasm descended on her.