[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M]
After a traumatic escape from Ireland in the middle of the night, Avelyn runs to her Uncle Conn, a security expert in the United States, for safety. Texas provides a safe haven but supplies danger of a different sort as Avelyn tries and fails to resist the heated appeal of her two tall American bodyguards. What woman could pass up the tempting opportunity to experience two men at once?
Locke and Sam McCann, twin brothers and friends, have always known that one woman would complete them both, but time and circumstance have all but killed the dream of finding her. The beautiful Irish fugitive lights fires in their blood, waking the dream they had almost given up.
Avelyn knows the men want nothing more than to protect her from any threat, but who will protect her heart and her reputation if she falls in love with both of the twin Texans?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Her hand brushed the sore spot on her arm, and her thoughts jumped to Paddy’s demands. Her stomach lurched, and a shudder ran through her at the thought of submitting to Paddy’s touch. She gritted her teeth. Never.
Under cover of the sound of the cascading water, she shoved a few essentials in her leather hobo bag and quickly climbed out the bedroom window with her sneakers knotted around her neck. Her suitcase caused a pang of regret. It was still in the entryway where she had dropped it, but she couldn’t take the chance of retrieving it.
She stood at the top of the fire stairs and steeled herself to look down once. The wet paving stones three floors below swam in her vision, and she grabbed the flimsy railing. The stairs seemed to sway, and her stomach rolled in protest. After a moment of dizziness, she was able to focus on the steps under her feet.
She clung to the inner railing and leaned as far away from the edge as she could without touching the wall. Even the third storey was too high for her. She clenched her teeth and kept going down one step at a time.
Using this method, she made her way down the shaky fire escape and dropped lightly to the wet stone of the back courtyard.
She put on her sneakers and ran.
Slowly, holding her with the power of his gaze, he opened his lips over her nipple, sucking it into his mouth within its covering of silk. He explored the soft contours with his tongue and careful teeth. When he sucked strongly, the rhythmic surges of sensation weakened her knees, and she fell into his lap.
“Sweetest damn thing I ever tasted,” he said.
He removed her T-shirt and bra and played with her breasts. He spent time fondling them with his hands, pushing the nipples up to his busy mouth. He moved from one to the other and back again until her hips were rocking helplessly against his hard thighs.
“Well, what have we here?” Sam asked from the doorway.
“Dessert,” Locke rasped, and Avelyn moaned.
Locke rose to his feet with Avelyn clasped to him.
“Sam, the table,” he said.
Sam swore, and there was a clinking of plates and glasses.
Locke laid Avelyn down across the table and stripped her skinny jeans off with one sweep of his hands.
She tried to close her legs, but he wedged his big body between them and rested one hand on her feminine mound. The heat of him burned her through the thin silk. He pulled up a chair and sat, putting his face on a level with her creaming pussy.
Sam was standing by the side of the table, zipper open, stroking his hard cock with a slow hand. His face was rapt, his eyes fixed on her exposed flesh.
“Oh, no, Locke,” she said shakily.
“Oh, hell yes, darlin’.”
Locke held her trembling thighs apart and slid his tongue under the edge of the damp silk, tickling her soft folds until she gasped. He licked and nibbled with maddening tenderness, drawing her pussy lips into his mouth again and again until she was pushing her hips against his mouth. Finally, he pulled her tiny panties off and tossed them over his shoulder with a wicked grin.
He didn’t even look back to see where they landed.
She moaned, and her head fell back against the table.
Locke lowered his head and settled in to torture her in earnest. He flicked his tongue tip over her swollen clit, setting a swift tempo. He ran his stiffened tongue down her slit, dipping and swirling, drawing her cream into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her soaked flesh, and the vibrations drove her to an incredible, frantic high.
Two large fingers slipped inside her and pressed upward in long strokes until she was grinding against his face and hands.
“That’s it, honey. Ride me. Ride my face.” His voice was deep and slow. “Spread your honey all over my face.”
Avelyn groaned at the sparkling arousal his words provoked. Her hips lifted and fell. She couldn’t help but obey.
He kept up the relentless torment until the first orgasm boiled up from her core in strong spasms to pull a mindless, gasping cry from her.
Locke didn’t stop but nuzzled and licked her sensitive bud until she rose again higher and faster than before.
Avelyn didn’t recognize the sounds she made under his hands and mouth. She was no longer a thinking person but a creature of fire and hunger, demanding and receiving pleasure.
And all the while Sam watched them, pumping his cock until the wide red crown was weeping and wet.
When Locke finally pulled back from her after her second luscious climax, her moisture coated his lips and face. His grin was as wide as Texas.
Avelyn saw, but she didn’t have the strength left to be embarrassed. It was more than obvious that Locke had enjoyed himself as well.
She looked over at Sam. He was naked in the kitchen. The hard planes of his cheeks were flushed, his blue eyes glittered, and one hand was rubbing his stiff cock.
Locke’s fingers were still caressing her intimately as she beckoned Sam over. Sam’s eyes widened.
“Please, Sam,” was all she had time to say before he was at her side.
Sam’s cock jumped once when she reached out for it and again as her fingers closed around it in a firm but gentle hold. She used it like a leash to pull him closer until she could lick the bead of pre-cum from his swollen tip. Her mouth watered at the taste of him on her tongue.
Sam groaned, low and tormented, when she licked her lips, then cursed when she fitted her mouth around the crown and sucked him in.
Locke had his thick cock right up at her gate, pressing just enough to tantalize. She wriggled down further toward him, but he controlled her unruly movements and continued to press gently, refusing to allow her to lure him inside.
He rubbed the big head in circles around her saturated entry until she pulled Sam’s cock from her lips with a loud pop and demanded, “Locke, don’t tease.”
When she ran her tongue around the rim of Sam’s helmet and down the long shaft, Sam grimaced.
She mouthed the velvety head then licked him like a lollipop, glancing up at Locke out of the corner of her eye.
Locke’s muscles jerked. He grasped her hips and pressed the broad crest just inside her entrance. She gasped, and her body welcomed him with a gush of cream. Sweat popped out on his brow.
She bounced against him when he stopped there, a wordless request. She wanted more. Locke’s shoulders tensed, and he pushed in a little further, but it wasn’t enough.
“Now, now,” Avelyn said and pulled Sam’s cock back into her mouth.
Locke leaned forward, bracing one hand on the table by her head. His muscular stomach rippled, and he thrust his heavy shaft inside her to the hilt.
Avelyn screamed at the instantaneous burn, the fiery stretching of her tender tissues catching her off guard. Her legs spasmed, and her inner muscles twitched and quivered around his granite hardness, trying to accommodate his unexpected girth.