[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, light bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Emma Whittington figures if she can’t have a commitment with the two men she’s loved her entire life, then she will actively seek out two men who can give her what she wants. What better way than to join a ménage dating service?
What Emma didn’t expect was the fallout from such a decision. The town’s gossip mill has stirred up a hornet’s nest, her father is astounded and somewhat shocked, her coworker wants to write a gossip column about it, and Russ and Cameron Davidson swear it will be over their dead bodies.
Will a threat on Emma’s life force Russ and Cam to reveal why they are so reluctant to commit to her, or will they be too late?
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.
“Sit down and keep your voice low, before someone goes running to my father that I’ve gotten in trouble again.”
“Oh, please. You’re the Miss Goody Two-shoes of Triple, Arizona. He wouldn’t believe the old biddies anyway.” Cyn laughed and then gestured to Willow that she needed a coffee before sliding into the booth across from Emma. “But seriously, if he finds out you joined our dating website looking for a ménage, the sheriff might actually lock you up and throw away the key. Hell, he might throw Elise, Shea, and me in jail along with you.”
“Daddy knows that I fancy the types of relationships that Triple is known for. You, Elise, and Shea have done this town a favor by creating this type of website. Dad won’t throw anyone in jail, least of all you three. I’ve always dreamed of being the woman in a ménage,” Emma said, giving Willow a smile as she came over to the table with a coffeepot in hand. “How I go about finding one is none of his business.”
“Shut up!” Willow exclaimed, overhearing them. She looked around the diner before making Emma slide deeper into the booth. The waitress poured Cyn her coffee and then placed the pot on the table. “Spill, Emma Whittington. Did you join their website?”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Emma said, sitting back in a huff against the blue cushioned seat. “It’s not that big of a deal. You’re too young to understand, Willow, but my biological clock is ticking. I’ll be thirty in less than six months. If you figure out the time it will take to establish a relationship, get married, take some time to get to know one another, and then get pregnant—shit, I’ll be closing in on thirty-two by that point.”
“I’m twenty-three,” Willow declared as she made sure her black hair was still secure in its ponytail. “That’s hardly young and only six years younger than you. Besides, I totally get the ménage thing. I lived with my grandmother my entire life and witnessed many different types of relationships. The ones that seem to last are the ménages. But we’re getting off topic. What about Russ and Cameron Davidson? Everyone is always saying the three of you will end up together.”
“And I’m here to tell you Russ and Cam aren’t too thrilled that you signed up for our website,” Cyn said, closing her eyes as she savored the coffee. Her brown eyes popped open. “You know, I think I’m getting used to this black tar. It doesn’t taste so bad today. Has the new owner of the diner come forward?”
“No, not yet,” Willow said, letting Cyn steer her into a topic that Emma could care less about. Sure, Emma had reported the crime Willow was referring to in the paper, but the upper law enforcement agencies were keeping the case close to their chests. Sam Fowler, the previous owner of the diner, had been busted by the ATF. His involvement with the drug cartel made national news. He’d used the diner to siphon in the drugs and also sell them. After the dust had settled, someone decided to buy the diner from the bank and was set to arrive in Triple any day. “We don’t even know if it’s a woman or a man. Mary, the evening waitress, has taken over manager duty until he or she arrives.”
“Could we please get back to the subject at hand? What do you mean, they weren’t thrilled about my joining your website?” Emma asked, trying to figure out how Cyn knew that. The table was chilly as she leaned forward and set her arms on the white laminate. She’d been happy that the weather had started to warm up, so Emma had chosen to wear a short-sleeved black T-shirt and her favorite pair of jeans. Now, with the cool breeze floating out of the vent above her from the air conditioner, Emma was thinking she should have worn a sweater. “Did you tell Russ and Cam that I created a profile on your site? Isn’t that against the rules or something?”
“I didn’t tell them anything,” Cyn said, shaking her head in protest. “A few nights ago, they came barging into Elise’s house demanding we take your profile down. We explained that due to privacy reasons, we couldn’t do that. Then Russ stormed out, looking like a raging bull.”
Emma didn’t say anything for a moment, taking in what Cyn had to say. So Russ and Cam didn’t like that she was finally moving on, huh? It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried that before, using Elliott Braxton in her attempt to get Russ and Cam to finally step up to the plate and admit they cared for her. What was so different about a ménage dating website?
“Speak of the devils,” Willow whispered, grabbing the pot of coffee and slipping out of the booth. “I think that’s my cue to get back to work.”
“Please what?” Russ asked, not letting up on his rhythm. Didn’t he realize that her pussy was throbbing in tempo? Of course he did, because Russ had to feel the tiny pulses inside of her ass with his finger. Every time a ripple was triggered, it felt as if his fingers grew three times their size. “I can’t hear you, Emma.”
“Fuck me with your finger, Russ.” Emma was at that cliff of paradise, looking over the edge, but unable to soar. He wouldn’t be so heartless as to leave her hanging, would he?
“I didn’t hear you ask me nicely.”
“Please fuck my ass with your finger!” Emma yelled, craving his thrusts. At this point, she’d probably say anything he wanted to hear.
Russ pulled out his finger at the same time that he landed the hardest slap on her ass. The dual sensation of pleasure and pain seemed to keep her on the edge of that precipice. Hmmm, that was something she’d think about later. She’d never liked pain before, but her body was trying to tell her that the combination was perfect. She wanted more. Emma wasn’t sure how he did it, but within seconds Russ had her on her knees in front of him, his large cock held in his hands. His jeans were pulled down just enough to expose his cock and balls.
“Cam will give you what you want, Emma. But you have to earn it.”
Emma loved when he talked dirty, knowing it was only in play. If she were to ever not feel comfortable, all Emma had to do was say the word and Russ would stop. Knowing that Russ liked it when she got a little naughty herself, Emma looked up at him through her lashes.
“What do I get if I make you come first?”
Cam laughed behind her. She could hear him undressing and knew that he was about to take her from behind. Emma could have cared less if it was her pussy or ass, as long as he brought her body some relief. She heard him tear a condom wrapper open and saw something fly to the floor in her peripheral vision. Cam always was the impatient one. Emma couldn’t help but smile.
“If you make me come first, I’ll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow.”
Emma smiled and then used her tongue to lick her way up his shaft. She made it seem as if she was going to open her mouth wide and suck him in before stopping and pulling back. Russ wrapped her hair around his hands, waiting to see what she was going to say next.
“And if I come first?”
“Then you take down your profile immediately,” Russ ordered, his fingers tightening in her hair. His hazel eyes seemed to fade into a warm gold color as he awaited her answer. Emma thought about his request. It was doable, although he might not like the outcome.
“Deal,” Emma whispered, opening her mouth and sucking in his tip.
Cam chose that moment to align his cock with her pussy, pressing against her entrance. She knew from past experience that he was longer than Russ, but Russ’s width could make a woman scream. She loved how Cam’s cock curved at just the right angle to hit her sweet spot. Her pussy wept with relief, knowing that Cam was going to indulge himself in her heat.
Emma figured she had about one minute before Cam made her lose her mind with titillation, so she concentrated on making Russ break before her. She could already taste his pre-cum, his salty and sweet flavor coating her taste buds. Using her teeth, she scraped them lightly over his tip and then used her tongue to separate his slit. His moan was a telltale sign that he was enjoying her teasing ministrations.
“Cam, hurry up and bring her off,” Russ said through clenched teeth. Emma knew that if she looked up, the muscle on the side of his jaw would be rigid. If he was already instructing Cam to give her the release she craved, then she knew she had him.
“One thrust, Emma.” Cam held on to her hips, his fingers tightening on her skin. “You’re dripping wet and I can’t wait any longer either.”
Emma sucked Russ into the back of her throat, making sure her tongue massaged the underside of his cock. Russ made an animalistic sound when she started to swallow around his girth, attempting to draw out his seed. She reached under and cupped his sac, kneading his balls. She’d found out long ago that Russ liked to have his balls played with, while Cam didn’t. If Emma massaged them just right, Russ would explode like a volcano.
Cam drove forward, burrowing his cock deep into her pussy. Emma dug the fingers of her left hand into Russ’s leg, giving herself something to hold on to as she adjusted to Cam’s size. He started to pound into her and Emma tried to use his momentum to her advantage. Every time Cam would impale her, Emma would take Russ to the back of her throat. His rigid cock started to widen at the base. She would have her win.