[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Shea Brennan has the most brilliant market strategy an author could have—a ménage dating website. She convinces her two best friends, who happen to be her cowriters, the benefits of such an idea. They decide to separate the tasks of this start-up mission, and Shea's assignment is to hire programmers to create the site. Who would have thought that she would find a match of her own?
Grayson and Ian Stevens have finally found the woman they want to share their life with. Unfortunately, someone wants to make sure that doesn't happen. Shea has picked up a stalker who is obsessed with making sure she ends up his. Grayson and Ian change their job description to protect Shea—but will they succeed?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Peyton Elizabeth is a Siren-exclusive author.
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“Getting back to the subject at hand,” Shea said, shifting direction of the conversation, “this is a good idea.” She felt bad that she was the one to bring up Cyn’s past and wanted her optimistic friend back. “There’s this reader—her name is Anne—and she says there isn’t a good way to find two men who would want to do that.”
“Why doesn’t she just go to a bar?” Cyn asked.
“Who knows what kind of diseases she’d pick up there,” Elise chimed in, scrunching up her nose in disgust. “And technically, she’d be doubling her chances of getting an STD.”
“You guys, will you please let me tell you my idea?” Shea knew her friends could debate for hours, but ever since the e-mail she had received from Anne, she realized that there was no safe way to have a ménage without the risks Elise spoke of. Not waiting to see if Cyn and Elise would be quiet long enough for her to start, Shea kept talking in hopes they would really listen to her plan. “I think we should start a dating service for people interested in ménages.”
For her two best friends to become speechless, Shea knew she had finally grabbed their attention. She mentally pumped her arm the way Cyn had done earlier. They both sat there, staring at her as if she had just announced that aliens had landed outside the coffee shop. Shea figured she’d use it to her advantage and kept talking.
“We could use the platform as a marketing tool. It’s genius!” Shea leaned forward, getting as excited now as she was when she first thought of the idea two days ago. “The only start-up fees I can come up with are the technology it would take to get it running, because we’d have to hire someone to put the database together. Oh, and some research trips to find men who are interested in ménage. Once we have some people sign up, we promote the dating service with our books and the women who are interested in the lifestyle will flock to the site. Eventually, advertisers will roll in. And the first one we can get on board is our publishing company. So, what do you think?”
Cyn and Elise had yet to move from their original position across from her, both of their eyes wide in disbelief. Or maybe it was in agreement. Shea was having a hard time telling the difference, since their mouths were gaping open like fish. Not wanting to lose momentum or lose them in the process, Shea continued speaking.
“I figure we can split the duties. You know I don’t like to travel that much, so I will be in charge of finding someone who can set up a database for us. You two love research trips, so maybe you can incorporate this on your outings. Elise, didn’t you say you wanted to scope out Arizona?” When Elise tentatively nodded her head, Shea took that as a sign of agreement. “Well, I did a search on the Internet, and it is rumored that there is a ménage town near Phoenix. I think the name of the town is Triple. Isn’t that apropos? And Cyn, didn’t you say you were going to visit your aunt somewhere in Indiana? Maybe there are places out there that cater to the lifestyle of a ménage a trois.”
Shea waited for what she said to sink in to their minds. Yes, it was probably a crazy idea, but hopefully even they could see it was a win-win situation. Even their publishing company would cash in on it, the marketing strategy alone being brilliant.
“Will you two quit staring at me as if I have two heads!”
“I think you need to get laid,” Cyn said, finally breaking her silence.
“How long have you been thinking about this? We were here one week ago and you never said a word!” Elise pushed up her black-rimmed glass again, using her middle finger.
“What does me getting laid have to do with this?” Shea asked, leaning back in the seat with defeat. “And I started thinking about it two days ago, when Anne e-mailed me.”
“You obviously have too much time on your hands to come up with such a solid idea. My God, it’s fantastic!” Cyn leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table. “Just think of the publicity this is going to give us!”
“Okay, that wasn’t what I thought you were going to say,” Elise interrupted, hitting Cyn on the arm with the back of her hand. “Seriously? Do you know how much time a project like this could take? We do have deadlines, you know.”
“We are way ahead of schedule, and you know it,” Cyn answered, focusing her attention back on Shea. “I’m kind of jealous that you came up with this idea and I didn’t. I’m always the one with the great schemes, and here you are, showing me up, girl. I love it!”
“Look at those curls, all wet and silky,” Ian murmured, his tongue darting out for a quick taste. It wasn’t enough pressure, and Shea reached for his head, wanting to grab a hold of his hair and bring him closer. He resisted. “This is my time, honey. You just sit back and enjoy.”
Shea couldn’t help but groan at his words, and was coming to the realization that he enjoyed his time pleasuring a woman. She wrote about men like him, but never imagined she would ever get to experience such attention. She felt him trail kisses on her inner thighs, and her pussy contracted, wanting that attention. Apparently, it wasn’t going to get it anytime soon, because Ian concentrated on everything but her pussy.
“You have the softest skin down here.” She felt his fingers part her folds, exposing her clit to the air. “And look at that beautiful little button. Do you think I can make it swell more?”
“Ian—” Shea gasped when he blew air onto it, her hips lifting up on their own accord.
He dipped his finger into her entrance, but not deep. It was just enough to get her cream and coat her outer folds. Never once did he touch her bundle of nerves that seemed to throb in time with her heartbeat. Looking down at him, Shea saw that he was looking at what he was doing. She was in such a vulnerable position, but not once did she feel insecure about it. If anything, being with him made her feel cherished. The adoration on his face made her feel beautiful.
“I’ve got to taste you.”
The words didn’t register because her body had gone from zero to sixty-five the minute his lips surrounded her clit. Going from the cool air to the moist heat of his mouth brought her to the edge immediately. Shea grabbed his hair, not knowing what else she could hold onto. The direct contact on her clitoris after having been ignored was too much, and her body started to tighten.
“Not yet, honey. I want to enjoy you a little longer.”
Ian let up on his administrations, and she could have cried out at the loss of contact. She felt his finger slide inside her channel. She wanted to close her legs to keep his digit inside of her, but the position she was in wouldn’t allow her to. He could do whatever he wanted, and apparently, he wanted to drag this out. She wasn’t sure she would survive it.
“Does she taste good?” Shea jerked in response to Gray’s voice behind her, but Ian kept her from moving.
Ian murmured his agreement instead of speaking, since his tongue was now lapping at her engorged pearl. He slid a second finger inside of her the exact instant Gray’s hands came around her and molded to her breasts. He rolled her nipples in between his fingers, pinching them slightly harder than she was used to. It was enough to make her pussy clench around Ian’s fingers.
“Tilt your head back,” Gray ordered, his voice deep with desire.
She did as he asked and looked up at him, enough light from the kitchen letting her see his hunger. He leaned down and claimed her mouth, kissing her as passionately as Ian had earlier. Between the onslaught of Gray’s manipulation of her nipples and Ian’s of her pussy, Shea’s body was ready to fly apart. They kept her there for the longest time, and it was only when Ian started to stroke that sweet spot deep within her that her body took over from her mind. She went spiraling out of control. Her muscles tightened, and she screamed into Gray’s mouth.
Ian continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her pussy while he sucked her clit into his mouth over and over again, extending her contractions. Her toes curled, and the muscles in her legs were shaking uncontrollably. As if in tune with each other, Gray and Ian both let up slightly, bringing her back down to earth gradually.
“That’s a good girl,” Gray said softly. “Let us take care of you.”