[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Remington Park can't have everything she wants. At least, that's what she tells herself…
Torn between loving her career as a former US Marine–turned–American operative and wanting to admit she likes to be feminine (she really, really likes to bake), Remy's feelings flare out of control for her three sexy-as-sin teammates, leaving her wondering which path to choose.
Triplets Drake, Joss, and Knox Grantham have worked with Remy for years, and all three have feelings for her that go way beyond the professional. They worry that their penchant for dominance and the serious side of kink will have Remy running away, but their teammate is too hot to ignore.
When an op goes bad in Monaco, Remy and the triplets will have to work separately and together to bring down an arms dealer, and they'll have to face the truth of their passions.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Remy jumped aside just as an airport transport rolled by her, carrying people to their departure gates.Damn, I better get this under control. She’d never hear the end of it if she got injured because she was busy fantasizing about her teammates and their skills—their skills on the job or in bed. She began walking again, but before she’d taken ten steps, her mind wandered over to the third triplet, Knox.
Knox was badass. There was no other way for her to think about him. Sure, his brothers weren’t exactly made of peaches and cream, but Knox took it to a whole new level. Remy knew he could have his pick of any girl he wanted whenever he walked into a room and smiled his—as Remy liked to think of it—shit-eating grin. When he smiled that smile, like a wicked, horny Cheshire cat, there was no female who could resist. Look up “panty-creamer” in the dictionary, Remy thought wryly to herself, and a picture of Knox Grantham would be looking back at you, smiling that shit-eating grin and making your panties wet.
Knox was the weapons expert among them, and his proficiency as a Marine sniper was legendary. Remy also bet his patience would pay off in the bedroom. She’d seen Knox spend hours sitting on a perch, waiting for the perfect moment to take a shot. He never got sidetracked, never showed signs of fatigue or discomfort. Remy could only imagine what it would be like, having all that attention focused on her. He could probably gauge her reactions better than she could, and she bet he’d push her limits...
Her fantasy was cut short as she became aware of some sort of scuffle up ahead of her. She’d made it almost to where families and friends stood, waiting to welcome loved ones home. She craned her neck—sometimes being tall had its perks—and could see a multi-suitcase pileup ahead of her. Three women were scurrying around the pile, gathering up their belongings. All of them were blushing furiously, casting glances in the same direction into the crowd.
Remy only knew one reason grown women would have been so oblivious to their surroundings they’d have walked right into one another. She smiled as she watched Knox come to the rescue of the women, righting their suitcases and handing them back. Her eyebrows lifted in the next moment, though, as she watched Drake hand a purse back to one of the women. The woman was so stunned she stood, mouth open, looking back and forth between the identical hotties. Drake hooked the strap of the purse gently over the woman’s arm since she seemed incapable of anything other than goggling.
A piercing whistle sounded, and someone called out, “Say cheese!”
Remy watched, astonished, as Joss stepped forward and took a photo of his brothers and the dazed women they were helping. He was grinning viciously, watching his brothers try to hand everything back.
They’re here. All three of them are here.
She swallowed, squashed the floaty feeling she got whenever she was in their presence, acknowledged and disregarded the warm wetness she could feel pooling between her legs, and set off to meet the triplets.
“So let me get this straight.” Drake spoke in a normal tone of voice, the loud sound breaking the spell weaving its way around Remy and making her flinch. “You proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you like being spanked. Now, I’m seeing with my own eyes that you like being restrained. And this pussy creaming all over my hand is telling me you love being restrained and blindfolded by two men at once. I wonder…” he drawled, his lips mere inches from hers. “I wonder how you’re going to like it with three of us?”
“Think of it, baby.” Joss added his voice to the mix, his deep voice dripping like honey down Remy’s shoulder where he still nibbled. “You can be restrained, spanked, and fucked all at once with us. We’ll pack you so full of cock you won’t be able to breathe without feeling us, and we’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars. Want to give it a shot, babycake?”
“Babycake. I like that.” Drake’s voice washed over her, making her bones feel limp.
Before she could muster enough breath to answer, she felt another body come to stand in front of her beside Drake. Knox. He’d gotten up from the couch where he’d been watching the show, unable to stay in his position as spectator.
A lone finger came out to brush across her nipple, and Remy jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire. A pair of hands—Knox’s hands, Remy realized—came out to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his thumbs stroked deliberately across her pebbled nipples.
“I think…” Knox’s voice was hoarse with need, dark with the lust echoing from his words. “I think we should see what else our babycake likes.”
With that dark promise, Remy’s world spun. She felt her dress go whooshing up over her head at the same time she felt her hands pulled toward Knox where he stood in front of her. With quick movements, he bound her wrists together with his bow tie. He stood holding her bound hands in one of his while the other cupped her cheek, his thumb running over her lips.
“Do you have any idea how hot it made me watching Drake fuck you on that desk?” Knox’s eyes burned down at Remy, his features pulled taut with desire. “I’ve never seen anything as sexy as you, all spread out for a man’s pleasure. Before the end of the night, I intend to have that pleasure for myself as well.”
Remy looked around the room, wanting to share this moment with all three triplets. She’d never felt so sexy, so desired as she did in this moment, and she knew she’d never be the same afterward. Whatever happened in the morning, she wanted this night with them. Throwing caution to the wind, Remy embraced the lust flowing through her and followed her heart. “I want you.” Her voice was quiet in the sudden stillness of the room. “I want all of you.”
Like her admission had been a battle cry, the triplets roared into action. Tuxedo pants and shirts flew in all directions as the brothers hurried to rid themselves of their clothing, and Remy’s eyes flicked from brother to brother, watching as more and more smoothly-muscled skin was revealed. She felt her eyes round as she looked at their naked forms, feeling her cunt cream as she looked at the three massive cocks, all standing at attention. For her.
Drake sauntered toward her, his arrogance on full display along with his dick. Remy swallowed as he got closer, and she looked at how his cock curved up toward his belly button. She couldn’t believe she’d already taken that monster inside her.
Drake caught her looking and reached down to palm his cock, putting on a show for her. He pumped his hand up and down the shaft, pulling the skin toward the plum-shaped head and pulling it back taut. He repeated the motion three, four times and had Remy licking her lips as she watched his blind eye weep with a drop of fluid she was dying to lick off.
“Not a chance,” Josh growled at Drake, stepping between him and Remy. “You had her pussy already. That luscious mouth is mine.” With that, Joss turned toward Remy and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”
* * * *
Spellbound, Joss watched Remy glide towards him. When she reached him, he cupped her face with one hand, his other hand on the curve of her ass, pulling her into his embrace. His mouth met hers, brushing softly at first then becoming more demanding as he sought entrance. He pushed his way past her parted lips to tangle his tongue with hers, stroking his tongue into her mouth and plundering her soft depths. Sweet. Remy kissed exactly the way he’d imagined she would. Lots of tongue. He lost his train of thought as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, the pressure making him wonder what it would be like to feel it on his cock. Damn. She’s got the best goddamn suck.
“Hey, Joss?” Knox’s question had Joss growling as he tore his lips away from Remy’s. “What’s she taste like?”
“Be more specific.” Joss grinned at his brother. “I’ve tasted both sets of lips today.”
“She’s sweet.” Joss went back to kissing Remy, little tastes that had her seeking more. “Her mouth is like cinnamon candies, and her little pussy is like a soft, ripe apricot, all juicy and blushing.”
* * * *
Remy was blushing now, what with Joss’s description of her flavors. She buried her face in the side of his neck as he chuckled.
“Well then…” Drake’s voice sounded just behind Remy. “Stop hogging her. We want a taste, too.”
With that, Remy felt herself spun around, and her bound hands looped around Drake’s neck. She yelped, startled, as he lifted her clear off the ground and settled his hands under her ass to support her. Her legs came up around his waist, and she squeaked as she felt the tiny scrap of her thong torn from her body. She didn’t know which brother was responsible for the destruction of her thong, but the rough action turned her on so much she didn’t care. Her squeak turned into a moan as she felt Drake’s cock burrowing through the outer seam of her pussy to be embraced against her inner lips.
Drake returned her groan with one of his own as he braced his legs and rolled his hips, coating himself in the cream that continued to flow out of her body. He pulled back, gliding his thick dick back and forth, teasing her with how close he was to pressing himself into the hot heaven waiting for him. Remy moaned, frustrated he hadn’t penetrated her yet, waiting for the moment when his mushroom tip would split her cunt wide and the rest of his shaft would follow.
Her eyes flew open with shock when she felt another set of hands on her ass, these ones spreading her cheeks.
“Have you ever been taken here, babycake?” Knox stroked a fingertip over her forbidden hole, the little rosebud clenching frantically to prevent intruders from entering.
Remy buried her face in Drake’s neck, her bound hands clutching into his hair. “No,” she whispered.
“I would love to take you here.” Knox’s tone was deep and dark, like his words. “I would love to show you the pleasure of letting a man ride this sweet ass, of how hard you’ll come with a cock in this tight little hole. Will you let me, sweetheart? Will you let me be the first?”