Montana Blues (MMF)

Sins of Silver Creek 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,798
7 Ratings (4.7)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, HEA]
When a tumble down stone steps whilst on duty lands his partner, Detective Steve South, in a coma, it’s not just a wake-up call for LAPD Detective Nick North. It’s the start of a new life that sees them both transferred out of Hollywood and into the arms of another police officer, the lovely Jez Sucre.
The slow pace of living in Silver Creek, Montana is a world away from the crime-ridden streets and smog-filled air of Los Angeles. It’s a life that Nick and Steve like, especially when Jez tells them she wants them as much as they want her. However, their MMF ménage relationship isn’t going to be easy, not when Jez runs from their bed, reluctant to show her face in the mornings. Can Nick and Steve make Jez understand that they love her no matter what secrets she’s hiding from them?
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Montana Blues (MMF)
7 Ratings (4.7)

Montana Blues (MMF)

Sins of Silver Creek 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,798
7 Ratings (4.7)
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STORY EXCERPT

 

Nick stared down at the large oak desk, with its two empty wire baskets denoting files in and out, and, not for the first time either, asked himself how in hell had he ended up in his current position—that position being temporary police chief of Silver Creek.

He took a seat in the leather chair, musing about the day before while tearing the wrapper from his favorite bar of chocolate. He’d left the hospital on cloud sixty-nine. Of course he knew the phrase was “on cloud nine,” but he was way higher than that. Steve was awake! However, there had been a downside. Steve had told him he wouldn’t be in hospital for long and would join him in Silver Creek faster than a roadrunner. Yet Nick had the sneaky suspicion that doctors wouldn’t be releasing Steve until they were completely sure he was recovered. It could take weeks—months, even—something which was sure to piss Steve off to no end. Nick had kept his suspicions to himself, because really he didn’t want Steve going off half-cocked and thus placing himself back in hospital.

However, with every downside there was an up. And what an “up” it had been! Steve had kissed him. The kiss they’d shared had set his loins on fire to go all the way, but they’d both decided making love on a hospital bed was in bad taste and not very special. There had been no embarrassment between them, just a basic need to be with each other, to love each other. His lips still tingled and he smiled as he remembered the weight of Steve’s mouth on his, their tongues mated in perpetual bliss.

Nick had still been grinning like a loon when he finally landed at the Bert Mooney Airport. His connecting flight had been delayed by almost three hours due to freezing fog. As promised by Lieutenant Richards, Ross Anderson was waiting for him, who neither commented on the delay or his coat hanger-sized smile. Anderson had been extremely warm and friendly, and despite their age difference—Anderson was in his early eighties—Nick felt he could talk to the man about anything and everything. This in itself was unusual, because apart from Steve, his father had been the only man he could be entirely at ease with. He and his father had had a strong, close relationship, and Nick sorely missed him.

A welcoming lamp was glowing in one of the windows when they arrived at the Anderson home, which in turn, gave Nick’s belly a warm glow. Jess Anderson was just as friendly as her husband. She was also at least twenty years younger than Ross, which in reality didn’t matter one jot because he could feel the deep love they had for each other the moment he entered the house. She made him hot chocolate and added a mountain of marshmallows. He guessed Richards had told them about his chocolate craving. Jess, too, was a chocoholic.

He and Jess also shared more in common, and really he should have joined the dots earlier because Jess was a legend at the Hollywood Station. She’d been stationed there in her earlier days and still had many friends there, including Richards and Frank Walsh. In Nick’s opinion, indeed everybody at the station thought that though Walsh was their greatest asset, he did have an over-inflated opinion of himself. Upon telling Jess this, she’d rolled about giggling like a schoolgirl for at least twenty minutes.

As with Anderson, the more Nick got to know Jess, the more he felt he could talk to her about anything and everything. He also realized through their lighthearted banter why he found her startling green eyes so familiar. He and Steve had met their daughter, Samantha, along with her then boyfriend now husband, Daniel Ferris, at the station eighteen months previously.

It was while Jess had been telling him some wicked and highly amusing stories regarding Frank Walsh—Nick made a point of remembering them so to rib Walsh about them when he returned to LA—that Chief Peter Connors had telephoned, explaining he had hurt his back and would like Nick, seeing he was a detective, to stand in for him as temporary chief until he returned. Two weeks at the most, Connors had said.

Two weeks was a long time, and Nick just knew he’d be stepping on someone’s toes. So what if he was a detective? Surely there was another officer at the station, regardless of rank, who was more qualified than he, since they knew the area and the people? Nick finished his chocolate, tossed the wrapper in the trash can under the desk, and scratched his head, reminding himself he needed a haircut. He’d had a shave that morning.

“Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing?”

At the soft yet sharp feminine voice, Nick looked up and felt the room sway, despite the fact he was seated. Simply gawking, his pulse thundered in his ears, while a bank of warmth spread through his stomach, furling upward to his chest and enveloping the part of his heart not occupied by Steve. Standing in the doorway was an angel. Well, an angel in uniform anyway.

Average in height and weight—though Nick sensed this angel could kick ass when required—the woman possessed hair the color of spun gold, which fell loose and free, brushing the top of the her lapels. He swept a quick glance down, concluding by the time he reached her boots that he’d never seen such a crease-free uniform. He seriously wondered if she kept an iron at hand.

Despite the chill in the air, her face bore the fading shade of a decent tan, suggesting she preferred the outdoors to the fluorescent strip lights of an office. Framed by long, luscious lashes, her catlike aquamarine eyes were as cool as they were warm. Her mouth was set in a grim line, but he could see her bottom lip was fuller, pink and dewy. He wanted to nibble on it. His own mouth then went bone-dry at the image of what her mouth could do to the part of his anatomy stretching his pants zipper. His cock had swelled and hardened to iron bar proportions, so he was thankful he was sitting down.

“I’ll ask again.” The hand tightened its grip on the weapon holstered at the woman’s hips. “Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She felt the mattress dip behind her. She moaned around Nick’s shaft when Steve’s hands smoothed over her ass and his breath tickled her ear.

“Oh, sugar, I know we said only a taste, but suck on his cock. It’s such a fucking turn-on watching Nick’s cock sliding in and out of your beautiful mouth.”

Steve’s guttural tone and his now wandering fingers made her pussy throb with the need to be touched. She let go of Nick for a moment and looked over her shoulder at Steve. His mouth was stretched in that familiar easy grin. “Touch me. I need you to touch me.”

“Tits or cunt?”

With no idea why, for they were adults and this wasn’t the place for flowery language, she felt her face flame. Still, she couldn’t utter the C-word. “Pussy.” Her pussy lips twitched in anticipation as Steve’s hand dipped between her legs and curled upward. His fingertips brushed her pubes and she let out a long moan when one finger probed her dewy folds and inched into her entrance. “Yes.”

“Sugar, you’re tight.”

Her face flamed further, though she knew the reason for that. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. Three years actually.” His finger delved deeper. He was tender and she felt herself opening up to him.

“Shit, Nick, she maybe tight, but she’s so wet.”

“Now I’m the jealous one,” Nick said.

“J–Jealous?” Jez closed her eyes when Steve slowly pushed his finger up into her and then just as slowly pulled it out. He repeated the action, but it was nowhere near enough. When he nudged the tip of his finger in again, she jerked her hips back and his digit rammed in her pussy hole up to the knuckle. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Oh, I see.” Steve chuckled as he withdrew his finger. “You like it a little harder, do you? How about this then?”

She clamped down on the two fingers Steve roughly yet lovingly inserted. She didn’t need to see to know that he had made her a lot wetter and that his fingers were coated in her juice. The squelching noise made as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy bore testament to that. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Nick softly took hold of her chin in his free hand and turned her face to meet his hot midnight gaze. “Is that good, angel? Steve fingering you.”

“Mmm.” She stuck her tongue out and lapped up the bead of cum glistening at Nick’s cock slit.

“I’m so ready, angel. You suck on my cock and I’ll come right down your throat.”

She smiled. “Sounds good.”

“Not gonna happen. Not tonight anyway. As Steve said, this is all about you. Steve and I are going to love your body and you.”

His hands went to her shoulders and he eased her up. A bit of shuffling and she found herself kneeling on the edge of the mattress, Steve still behind her, his fingers stroking her. Nick then dropped to his knees so his face was level with her pussy. He winked up at her before his tongue came out to play. She jerked at the combined and very intense pleasure of Nick’s tongue and Steve’s fingers working in tandem in her pussy and on her clit. “Oh, God, that’s so good.” Her own hands went to clasp Nick’s head and her fingers dove through the short raven strands.

“She tastes like an angel, Steve. Sweet and pure.”

“I wanna taste.”

“Wait your turn.”

Jez’s laughter stuttered. “Not another argument, please.”

Steve licked her earlobe. “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

She definitely could. His cock was ramrod-straight up the crease of her ass, the tip pressing her lower back. She sucked in air when Nick chose at that moment to take her clit gently between his teeth. “More. I want more.” Her inner muscles tightened around Steve’s fingers as ripples of pleasure began to build deep in her pussy.

“You’re gonna blow my mind when my cock’s inside your ass, fucking you.”

She’d only experienced anal sex once and she hadn’t been keen, but Steve’s cock, she knew, would be so fucking good it would blow her mind and her body to the stars. Speaking of stars…Hot, white spots danced before her open eyes. Her pussy was on fire. Steve’s fingers worked faster, effortlessly sliding in and out, sucking the air from her lungs as the ripples became waves. “Oh…Oh,” she panted. “I’m coming.”

“I know you are,” Steve said. “I can feel your pussy sucking on my fingers.”

Steve withdrew, his fingers now holding her open, almost offering her pussy to Nick. She opened her mouth to protest but screamed instead when Nick fastened his mouth over her and stuck his tongue into her creamy hole.

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