Passion on the Bayou (MMM)

On the Bayou 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,583
4 Ratings (4.3)

[Menage Amour ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Ménage a Trois, MMM, with BDSM elements, HEA]

David Cooper knows that falling in love is risky business. He’s had his heart shattered before because he loved and trusted the wrong man. So he’s determined to never again let anything like that happen to him again. But there’s the local sheriff of his small bayou village who thinks he’s pretty special, and there’s his billionaire boss who has been promising that he’s a changed man. But the sheriff is rumored to be a Dom in a BDSM club in New Orleans, and the billionaire has a reputation for seducing the boyfriends of men who already have boyfriends. With all of that telling David that he should turn his back and run from them both—and completely against his better judgment—he falls in love with both of them. At the same time. 

Will David’s passionate nature find true happiness in a ménage relationship, or will his worst fears become realized, and his heart get shattered once again?


Passion on the Bayou (MMM)
4 Ratings (4.3)

Passion on the Bayou (MMM)

On the Bayou 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,583
4 Ratings (4.3)
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New Orleans, Louisiana

David got to his cubicle and felt a certain sense of relief. He’d had this new job for a month now, and even though he hadn’t been given any truly difficult assignments, he still enjoyed the title of “Special Assignments Associate,” and he couldn’t fault the pay that he was given at Five Star Global Initiatives.

In the vast room with him were perhaps three dozen other low-level employees of the company, all of them working in cubicles identical to his own in size and shape. The only real exception among them was what personal decorations they had chosen to surround themselves with. There was the picture of the husband or wife, most commonly. And, of course, the pictures of the baby that they always talked about. If what they said was true, then David worked with men and women who procreated nothing but geniuses.

As David was about to sit, Josephine, who worked in the cubicle next to his and did something that required her to talk on the telephone constantly, pushed her chair back, looked up at him, and said, “The Big Man wants to see you. He told me himself.” There was a deathly seriousness to her tone that frightened David. “He said he wanted to see you the moment you got to the office.”

Doing his best to tamp down his fear, David asked, “Did he say why? Did he seem angry?”

She shook her head. Her eyes held a certain sympathy in them. Nobody wanted to get summoned to the Big Man’s office. He was too important to the company—and he was the grandson of one of the five founders—so if he was involved, whatever it was, it had to be serious.

“Good luck,” Josephine said.

“I hope I see you again,” David said, fighting for a nonchalant tone, but failing miserably. “If I do, it means I’ve still got a job.”

I knew it was all too good to be true, David thought, trying hard to not feel sorry for himself, trying even harder to not be bitter. The job paid more than he had expected to make, and even more importantly, it was rather interesting, and one hell of a lot better than flipping burgers for minimum wage.

But it wasn’t just the job that he was concerned about. There was also the Big Man, Preston Fullerton. There were times when he was talking with David, alone in the office, giving him his daily assignment to “find this out,” or to “do that,” when their gazes would meet, and David could see that there was definite sexual interest. And there probably wasn’t a soul on the planet who didn’t know about Preston’s infamous habit of seducing the boyfriends of other men. It was in all the internet tabloids that David read but pretended he didn’t.

It seemed that Preston didn’t really get turned on by a man unless he was another man’s boyfriend. Or husband.

They had been alone together several times in Preston’s office, and when they were alone, David had felt the sexual tension between them. He felt the tension in his throat, in his groin, and in his heart. As a young man who was physically fit, virile, and handsome, David understood that he was attractive, and that other men wanted to have sex with him. But he also understood, with painful personal experience to guide his judgment, that being lusted for and being wanted romantically were not the same things. Quite the opposite, quite often, was a reality that he had to confront.

And that was why he couldn’t let himself succumb to the allure of the man he worked for. Not under any circumstances.

Preston represented virtually everything that David found troublesome in life. Preston was rich, and privileged—in spades. He had gone to the most exclusive universities and probably hadn’t had to ask twice before being admitted. Men like Preston were simply accepted into the finest, most elite institutions because of their family background. Hadn’t it always been that way? And why should anything change?

David had caught Preston looking at him surreptitiously, and though at first he had been flattered, when he gave it more thought, he realized that he shouldn’t be aroused. The power dynamic between them was anything but equal.

He could please me on the short term, David thought. But in the end, I’d pay the price for my foolishness.

He closed his eyes and tried to wish away the world that it really was, but he was too much of a pragmatist to believe in farcical fantasies. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, and that’s where they’d stay.





David watched his two lovers kissing some thirty feet away and thought, That can’t be good. They went from glaring hatefully at each other to kissing passionately in only minutes.

In the forefront of his consciousness he understood that Preston and Sarge had come to some sort of an agreement. But what could it be? It wasn’t likely that either man would be willing to be subservient to the other, now was it? David had fallen in love with two men who dominated their own personal world, and the people in it. They didn’t cower and beg, and they didn’t take orders—at least not very well. David understood that Sarge answered to the mayor and the city council, but he’d known those men all his life, and they thoroughly and completely trusted and respected him, so it wasn’t likely that he’d get much pushback from that direction. And as for Preston, not only was he on the Board of Directions of one of the world’s wealthiest and most powerful companies, he was also a principal stockholder. Oh, and there was also that little part about him being the grandson of one of the founders. That probably shouldn’t be casually overlooked.

That kiss is lasting a very long time, David thought with an acerbic sense of affront that he knew was hypocritical as hell, but was sincere anyway. Have either one of them kissed me that long?

Reason told him that, yes, as a matter of fact, both men had kissed him for longer than that. But it didn’t matter. David felt a distinct sense of resentment anyway.

At that moment, as he watched the two men kissing only yards away, David had no idea what a justified, rational emotion should be. Part of him decided it should be blind fury. After all, not only were they kissing like there was no tomorrow, they were kissing where they had to know that he couldn’t possibly help but watch them. Surely that had to make the transgression sooo much worse. And when David let his gaze roam downward from their mouths—which seemed practically fused together by some invisible glue—he saw that they both had hard cocks that seriously wanted to be freed from trousers so that they had room for even more expansion.

They turned toward David and started walking toward him. On Sarge’s face was a stony, determined expression. On Preston’s face was a slight grin, and the twinkle in his blue eyes said whatever was about to happen was going to amuse the hell out of him.

“I don’t know what you guys are thinking of doing, but whatever it is, I don’t think you should do it,” David said.

“For someone with handcuffs around his wrists, you should probably accept the fact that you really have no say in what we will, or will not, do to you,” Preston explained. “I’m sure that Sarge’s handcuffs are nothing less than top quality, and that he has secured them with professional skill, so those handcuffs will stay where they are until he decides to take them off.”

Sarge smiled at Preston and said, “No. Not until I decide to take them off, until we decide to take them off. We’re all in this together now, remember?”

“You’re right, of course,” Preston said. “I guess this is all going to take some getting used to for me.”

“For all of us,” Sarge replied.

“You’re a wise man,” Preston said softly. “Every time you open your mouth, you impress me.”

Sarge grinned at him and said, “Wait till I open my mouth so that you can put your cock inside it.”

David closed his eyes, his head sagged on his shoulders, and his chin nearly touched his chest. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” He let out a soft, soulful sound that was a combination of anguish and confusion. “How did I ever let myself get into a position like this?”

Sarge stepped closer and put his hand on David’s shoulder. His touch sent electricity racing through David’s veins. Sarge slid his fingers around to the back of David’s neck, then pushed them upward into his curly blond hair, cupping the back of his head.

“You’re going to kiss me,” David said, “aren’t you?”

Sarge nodded. “That…and so much more.”

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