[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Sela Reynolds is a pop star. Her life is going great until her boyfriend cheats on her and steals her money, reinforcing her trust issues. Needing time to get away, she ends up playing Goldilocks to three sexy cowboys.
Bill, William, and Carter Richland work for Cowboys for Hire and run their own ranch. When they find a beautiful woman in their bathtub, they’re thrown for a loss, but know they’ve found the woman of their dreams.
Even knowing that Sela (aka Shawna) lied to them, giving them a fake name as well as a fictitious sob story, the men still want her as their woman. When she refuses, saying she can’t trust any man, they decide to ride her rough, showing her what life would be like without them.
Can she learn to trust them with not only her life, but her heart, too? Or will she lose her life first?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
“What the hell?”
Carter’s exclamation echoed Bill’s first thought, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. A beautiful blonde woman soaked in the tub, her breasts delicious buoys on the water.
She jerked up, her eyes opening wide as she returned their stares. Perfect kiss-me lips parted, and the green in her eyes grew darker. Yet as entrancing as her face was, he couldn’t help but let his gaze fall again, locking on her at a place well below her chin. Taut nipples surrounded by her dark areolas peeked above the cloudy water level. When he forced his gaze back to her face, he would’ve sworn he could tell what she was thinking.
Yep, sweet thang. All your bubbles are gone.
Whipping her arms in front of her, she slid lower, taking her breasts below the surface. “Do you mind?”
The sound of her voice jolted him out of his trance. Carter thrust out his arms and started forcing Bill and William back, but just as they were almost out of the room, Bill stopped him and narrowed his eyes at her. He sidestepped his brother.
“Yeah, actually, we do mind.”
“Talk for yourself, cuz. I don’t mind at all.” William slanted his gaze at the tall blond drink of water then focused his aim back on Bill. “Stay there as long you like, darlin’.”
William had a point. When he thought about it, he didn’t mind much either. Still, she’d come into their home uninvited and helped herself to a bubble bath. Again, not that he really minded, but it was a matter of courtesy and principle, right? Or at least the head on top of his shoulders said so. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
She had the decency to quell the bold look in her eyes. Her blonde hair, pulled back into a casual knot, was wet around the tendrils that dangled toward the rise of her breasts. If he’d known she was in the bath, he would’ve stayed quiet so he could’ve taken more time to check her out.
Coulda, shoulda, woulda as Mom used to say.
Carter, always the more reasonable of them, shot him a warning look and took a step forward. “Don’t pay any attention to the way my brother put it, but we would like to know who’s taking a soak in our tub.”
The spark of challenge that Bill had seen in her eyes a minute earlier was back. “And using your bubble bath?” She arched an eyebrow, then took the bubble bath bottle and held it up. “Are you saying you like to take a bath in Lavender Fantasy?”
He grinned, liking her spunk and most definitely liking the dimples in her cheeks. Would she have dimples in her other cheeks? “Yeah. Carter’s real fond of the stuff. But we don’t talk about it outside the family.”
She smiled, catching his joke, and placed the bottle back on the edge of the tub. “The family secret’s safe with me.”
William leaned against the counter. “Now that we’re done playing that game, how about you answer our questions? Who are you and how’d you get in here?”
Why did she look so pleased with herself? Bill crossed his arms and waited. Something told him her answer would be good. To his surprise, she didn’t ask that they let her get dressed first.
“My name is Shawna Michaels and I’m here because I heard about Cowboys for Hire.”
He could sense the other men’s reactions, but they managed to play it cool. Their clients always came through Gabriel and not on their own.
“Shawna, huh?” Bill had a good track record when it came to judging when someone was lying, and he’d bet his hat that she was. But the best way to catch a liar was to let them take the lie too far and hang themselves. Not that it wouldn’t be a shame with a pretty neck like hers.
“Yeah. That’s my name, all right.” She surprised them again by standing up.
His cock twitched to life as he took in her luscious body. She was firm then soft in all the right places. A slender line of blonde hair drawing his eye to her pussy folds proved that the color of her hair wasn’t store bought. He jerked his gaze upward.
Her waist was tiny, yet in proportion to the rest of her. She couldn’t have stood more than half a foot over five feet, but she made every inch of her length count. Her face, a gift from the heavens, seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place why. Perhaps he’d seen her face in a dream? That made the most sense because if he’d ever met her, he was sure he’d have remembered.
Carter was the first to regain his senses. “Shawna, huh? Okay, Shawna, you want to tell us why you’re here?”
Her green eyes locked onto his brother and gave him a look that made it all too clear that she wondered about his intelligence. “I told you. I came to see the guys called Cowboys for Hire.”
William shifted and tried to keep his cock from growing any larger. But that was an impossible feat with Shawna stretched out on top of the counter. Every minute she was with him, she grew even more beautiful.
He lifted the saltshaker and started to pour it on the soft sweep of skin right above her mons. If she’d pulled her skirt just an inch lower, he would’ve gotten a good look at her pussy lips again. When she’d stood up in the bathroom, he’d been so surprised that he hadn’t taken a hard look that he could’ve burned into his memory.
“Wait a second, William.”
Her voice matched the rest of her. Soft, serene, yet filled with life and an underlying essence of allure that only a few women had. If she’d changed her mind about doing her end of the belly shots, he’d have to take care of himself in the shower. A really cold shower. “Why?”
“Didn’t you notice that the salt fell off of Bill’s and Carter’s stomach?”
He made a face. “I really didn’t pay much attention, much less notice whether the salt was sticking or not.”
She laughed, her flat stomach moving with the effort. “Well, I did. Let’s make sure the salt sticks on me, okay?”
“And how do I do that?”
“I bet I know.”
They all looked at Carter, who held up his hands, palms turned out. “Hey, I’m just saying.”
She touched Carter’s arm, and the surge of jealousy hitting William threatened to knock him over. He’d never begrudge his cousin her attention and, in fact, couldn’t wait to find the right woman they’d all share. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her to take the first shot off her. He was relieved when she fixed her emerald eyes back on him.
“Lick me, William. Then pour on the salt.”
William was all too ready to obey. He slid his tongue over her smooth skin and felt her tremble. If he had his way, that lick would be the first of many.
“Pour it, cuz.”
Carter poured the tequila into her belly button. She gasped as the overflow tracked a trail over her sides and down to the counter. Then, as William was about to rest the wedge of lime between her breasts, she surprised him by lifting her shirt higher.
He was glad he wasn’t holding the bottle because he would’ve dropped it. Her breasts were firm and nicely rounded with perky nipples pointed toward the ceiling. It amazed him that, even after seeing her in the bathroom, the sight of her tits still hit him with a jolt to his gut.
“Damn, but you’ve got a great rack.”
Carter whacked him on the arm. “He means that your breasts are beautiful.”
“That’s what I said.” He tilted his head at his cousin. Then, as though placing the last piece on an unstable card tower, he put the wedge between her breasts.
“Drink up, William.”
Her eyes clouded over even more as she spoke. She was the epitome of seduction.
He had to get his cock free. Even with the flaps of his jeans open, the zipper still pressed roughly against his cock. He pulled his zipper down and let his manhood flip outward. Easing over her, he dragged his tongue along her skin, picking up the salt. The scent of her pussy tantalized his nostrils, and he almost made a detour to it. Steeling his resolve, he tracked his tongue over the soft rise of her stomach, then around her belly button before pressing his mouth to her to drink up the alcohol.
She moaned when he let out a satisfied “ah.” Skimming his tongue over her stomach and between her ribcage, he moved upward until he found the lime and snagged it with his teeth.
Carter and Bill cheered as he straightened up. But he wasn’t that happy. He would’ve preferred to stay bent over her and licking everything he could off her body.
Carter traded the bottle for the saltshaker then got another lime. He slicked his tongue over her skin then added the salt while William poured on the alcohol. Bill had gotten into the act by putting a lime between her breasts.
William’s cock grew even larger as he watched his cousin use his tongue on her. Yet when Carter made it to the lime, Shawna pushed her breasts together, catching his face between them. As any red-blooded male would do, Carter took her breasts and grabbed the lime between his teeth. But the lime was gone in a second as he slid his tongue over one nipple then whipped it to the other one.
Why the hell didn’t I think of doing that?
Once again, jealousy surged through him. He moved his hand over her leg and then noticed that Bill was doing the same to her other leg. Their gazes met and they exchanged knowing smiles.
She hadn’t stopped Carter from playing with her breasts, thus giving Bill and him the go-ahead for what they wanted. He moved to the end of the counter, and ignoring the complaints from the other men, he took her by the legs and yanked her toward him. She squealed as he brought her bottom to the edge and pushed her skirt up to expose the fire-engine-red thong she wore.
“Whew. Now that’s a pretty sight.”
She lifted her head, her green eyes sparkling. “This isn’t what I had in mind.”
“If you want me to stop—”
She shook her head, denying it before he could finish the sentence.
“—I think I’ll die.”
“Like I said. This isn’t what I had in mind.” Her dimples called his name. “It’s even better.”