Progressing with Storm (MMM)

Granite County 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 38,678
45 Ratings (4.4)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]
A wedding brings Storm Donahue to Granite County. Saving Corey Casey from a burning house leads him to meet Kris Winters. One act of heroism brings the three together and attraction explodes.
Corey returns to his on again, off again boyfriend, after hearing Kris has been attacked. This time he isn’t given a warm welcome. Instead his selfish wants may have damaged the relationship beyond repair.
Kris is never enough for his boyfriends. He tries, but the last one thanked him by taking a knife to him. When Corey returns, trust is gone and frustration abounds.
Meeting Kris and Corey has made Storm’s life complete.  He’s more than willing to help them progress to forgiving each other and growing into a solid unit with him. But a firebug’s in town. Kris suspects it’s one of Corey’s exes, but the signs point elsewhere. As the three burn up the sheets, someone’s burning up the city. And of course Ralph’s watching everything.
A Siren Erotic Romance
 
Bellann Summer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Progressing with Storm (MMM)
45 Ratings (4.4)

Progressing with Storm (MMM)

Granite County 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 38,678
45 Ratings (4.4)
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Loved Storm, Kris, and Corey story,,,, recovering, releasing the past and looking forward to a long happy, healthy, sexy hot loving life with his men.
Love this town
Love this series
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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

Kris took out the prescription lotion the doctor gave him to ease his sensitive skin. After a month, the skin the doctors had to sew together was somewhat touchable and getting more comfortable every day. Running his lotion slick palm down his arm he tried to suppress the shudder when his fingers dipped down into the concave where muscle used to be. The doctors assured him the hollowed out indents that now covered him would fill in somewhat. That didn’t make it any easier for Kris to look at his disfigured, hideous body.

After Kris had finished with the lotion, he put on light weight long sleeved pajamas with matching pants. Pulling down the sheets and blankets Kris sat on the big bed wishing life was different.

There was a thump on the bedroom door and Storm’s voice rang out, “Kris, open up.”

Crossing the room Kris tried to figure out what could have happened. Ralph was safely in the utility room. Kris had fun helping Storm make a bunny nest for him. He’d assisted Corey and had told Storm where the clean sheets for his bed were. Kris opened the door and stood there amazed when to Storm barged into the room carrying Corey.

“Good, it looks big enough,” Storm commented. The confusing man proceeded to set Corey down onto the king size bed.

“What’s going on? Corey, are you hurt?” Kris asked. Storm’s body was blocking Corey and Kris couldn’t see him.

“No, he’s not hurt,” Storm stated and turned to Kris.

Before Kris could react to the determined expression on Storm’s face, the man scooped Kris up into his arms and proceeded to climb into the bed. Storm didn’t stop moving until he was sitting in the middle with Kris on his lap.

Kris looked at Corey, who turned over until he was facing them. The weary look on his face put Kris on alert.

The passive Kris, who at one time let everyone do what they wanted, had left the building after the last time Corey came back. Frowning, Kris looked up at Storm and asked, “Are you going to keep picking up and putting us where ever you want? There’s this thing called asking? It does work sometimes. For instance, why are you two in here?”

Storm’s expression darkened, and Kris started to worry he’d gone too far.

“Fine, I can ask,” Storm said. “Corey come here, I want you near us.” Corey slid closer, and Storm looked back at Kris. “See, I can listen. I wanted to pull him over, so his leg was touching mine, but this worked too. As for why we’re here, Corey and I don’t like separate bedrooms.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Kris asked. A knot of fear started forming in his gut.

“From what I understand, you’ve been alone since the attack,” Storm pointed out.

“I needed time,” Kris defended. A trickle of sweat made its way down his spine.

“You’ve had time. All we want to do is snuggle and be together. That’s not too much to ask.”

“Corey?” Kris looked down at his lover. Those hazel eyes that Kris loved so much glistened with emotions.

“I miss you Kris. Will you try?”

Kris turned to Storm. Their eyes met, and they continued to study each other. Kris understood his choices were few if he wanted Storm and Corey in his life. “Alright. But you don’t have any clothes on.”

“And you have too many clothes on.” Storm’s blue eyes were twinkling, and Kris wanted to kick him.

“I’m cold,” he defended.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Kris was starting to think this was a bad idea.

“Let him keep the pajamas on. As long as we can be together, I’m happy,” Corey said.

Kris reached out to Corey and laid his hand on his leg. Love welled up inside him and covered the fear. “Thank you.”

Corey’s smile enhanced his already handsome face. Kris leaned forward and laid his hand on Corey’s cheek. The short rough whiskers scratched against his tender palm. Corey lifted up from his reclining position, and they kissed. For the first time in a long time, Kris felt a true connection between them.

Too soon the kiss ended. Kris sat up, and his gaze locked onto Storm. If seemed natural to lift his mouth to the big man. Storm immediately took control. The kiss was brief but potent enough to leave Kris boneless.

Relaxing against Storm’s chest he watched Storm snag his hand around the back of Corey’s neck and pull him up. Their kiss was rougher and contained enough tongue to have Kris’s heart speed up with excitement.

Both men’s lips were wet when the kiss ended. Kris wanted to lick them dry and then get them all wet again. That thought startled him.

Storm ended the moment by saying, “Let’s get some sleep. We can continue this tomorrow.”

Shortly after that Kris found himself lying on one side of Storm and Corey on the other. He wasn’t sure about this whole snuggling thing, but his last thoughts before sleep overtook him was to wonder what exactly they were continuing with the next day. And would it be as exciting as things had been so far?

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Plastic gloves that went up above his elbows covered Corey’s arms and hands. He had only a few more days to go before the stitches would come out, and he would be independent again. Yesterday Storm’s friend MD stopped by and replaced the heavy wraps that encased his hands with lighter bandages allowing him some mobility.

To say he was frustrated with his painful, useless hands was an understatement. Corey wanted to touch every hill and valley of Storm’s hard body. He wanted to sift his fingers through Kris’s short hair and make his lover forget the attack and let Corey show him again how good love can be.

Instead, Corey’s body ached with need and because of his hands he still hadn’t found any relief. The only bright spot was he could wash his hair normally. Kris’s aftercare instructions for his head wound stated that he could resume normal hygiene habits after forty-eight hours. He just couldn’t submerge the staples in water. That was okay as he didn’t plan on going swimming anytime soon.

“Storm can you help me,” he called through the open bathroom door. They needed to get going. Corey knew he was fine but since the attack Kris being at the shop alone made him nervous.

“What do you need, honey.” Storm walked into the bathroom wearing nothing but the tight pair of dark blue boxer-briefs he slept in. Corey had many needs at this moment. The problem was which one should he have Storm help him with first?

Pulling his thoughts out of the gutter Corey answered, “Could you put those rubber bands lying on the counter around the tops of the gloves? That’ll keep most of the water from soaking the bandages.”

“No problem,” Storm answered. Soon Storm had the rubber bands on. “You know, you should have taken your T-shirt off before putting the gloves on. That way they won’t get caught up in the material.”

“I couldn’t get it off. I was hoping you would help me,” Corey said. When Storm chuckled, Corey knew he hadn’t pulled off the innocent act he was trying for.

Storm stood at Corey’s side. Strong fingers became gentle as they took off his shirt being careful of his plastic encased hands. Corey stopped breathing when a finger traced a path from Corey’s shoulder to the tip of his nipple. “You have a fine little body, honey,” Storm murmured.

“As big as you are, I think everyone seems small to you,” Corey teased. He froze in place when Storm’s finger drew a line down the center of his belly until it reached the band of his sleep pants.

Storm’s lips brushed against Corey’s neck before they latched onto his earlobe. Corey arched his neck giving Storm more access. It had been far too long since lips and hands gave him pleasure. Storm’s warm, rough palm slid into Corey’s pants and splayed wide, touching sensitive skin as it made its way down his lower belly until it cupped his cock.

Goose bumps broke out. Blood rushed straight down and filled Corey’s dick until his cockhead throbbed in arousal. Corey thrust his hips forward searching for more friction.

“Storm… please…. I need so bad.” Corey opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed and looked at Storm.

The gaze looking back at Corey blazed with desire. With a flick of Storm’s hand, Corey’s pants lay in a pool of green material on the white tile floor.

“Get in the shower, honey, let me take care of you,” Storm commanded.

Corey managed to nudge the water lever with one finger to the desired temperature and scramble into the shower. Corey loved the master bathroom with its separate deep white porcelain claw tub and glass walk-in shower. Many times he took advantage of the shower’s bench, sitting on it while the water cascaded over and around him.

Shivers raced over his skin when Storm’s naked body pressed against him from behind. Warm water flowed over Corey plastering his hair against his face.

“Raise your hands, we don’t want to get those bandages wet,” Storm said, pushing Corey’s hair out of his eyes.

Corey placed his hands flat against the glass above his head. Purposely he widened his stance and tilted his hips.

Rough, callused hands encircled Corey’s wrists before sweeping down his arms to his shoulders leaving more goosebumps in their wake. Corey’s skin became so sensitive and tight that his muscles jumped under Storm’s explorations.

Pain radiated from his nipples when Storm pinched them, and Corey’s body swayed with pleasure. He loved nipple play.

“Is this a hole, honey?” Storm flicked his finger over the hard nub.

“I usually wear a barbell in it, but they took that and my earring out in the hospital,” Corey said, panting when Storm pinched and twisted his nipple again.

“After we’re finished getting you showered, I’ll help you put them back in,” Storm said and twisted Corey’s other nipple.

“Ah…” Corey cried out. “Storm…please,” he begged.

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