[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, with M/M, HEA]
Stella Matthews escapes her abusive husband and runs to her friend Trina for a new life. Hopefully it will be like the ones she's read about in books where the men are honourable and kind.
Sparks fly when she meets Hunter Radcliffe and Ben Granger on a night out. These two men represent fun and happiness to Stella, things she’s lived without for a long time.
Ben and Hunter are looking for the right woman to join their life. It’s been hard to find the right person, and when they meet Stella, they suspect that they’ve finally found her.
When Stella's ex-husband comes looking for her, he manages to kidnap her. Hunter and Ben are in a race against time to get Stella back before he hurts her. Has Stella finally met her Prince Charmings, and will they be able to save her?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 STARS: "Saving Stella is a sequel to Tying Trina, in which we were briefly introduced to Stella, but at the end, were left hanging about what was wrong with her, and what would happen to her. In this book we find out Stella has been in a very abusive marriage for 20 years. Her husband Kevin is sadistic and it seems all the men in their small town are the same. When Stella manages to escape and go to her friend Trina, she feels free for the first time in her life. She meets Ben and Hunter, she finds out that gentle, kind and adoring are words she has never known the meaning of in her marriage. However, her husband manages to kidnap her and Stella knows he will kill her. Ben and Hunter have to find her before it’s too late. I liked Saving Stella. It has lots more in the way of conflict, and the goals and motivations, along with the black moment, are much better defined here. It’s a fast read, and just right for a rainy afternoon." -- Alberta, Manic Readers
Stella stood on the edge of the road. The guys were picking her up any second now. She should have asked what car they’d be in so that she could look out for them. She’d borrowed one of Trina’s nicest tops. She loved the bright summer pinks and oranges in it and she’d teamed it with white shorts and strappy little sandals.
Excitement bubbled through her as she looked up the street. She didn’t notice the dusty, dual-cab ute with tinted windows pull up next to her until the back door opened. Briefly thinking this must be the boys’ work vehicle for building sites, she bent down and smiled.
Her stomach dropped away as she looked inside, her breath caught in her throat, and panic seized her heart. Kevin’s arm shot out and grabbed the hair on the top of her head. He hauled her into the ute’s backseat.
Stella’s arms flung out as she tried to prevent him pulling her in and her fingers closed around the door frame. Moving back along the seat as he pulled her in, Kevin loosened his grip slightly and Stella threw herself back and landed on her butt on the footpath.
Frantically looking around, she panted through her fear and scrambled back across the footpath. Kevin climbed out of the car. “Fucking bitch. Don’t make me come and get you. Get in the fucking car or I’ll thrash the living shit out of you all the way home.”
Silently Stella prayed, “Please, please, let the boys arrive. Please, please, please.” Glancing desperately up and down the street, she wondered where the fuck everyone was. The sun shone, the weather was perfect for a stroll. Where the hell were all the dog walkers?
Stella kicked out as Kevin lunged for her ankle. “Leave me alone.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “John, give us a hand, get her in the ute before someone comes.”
Stella used this split second to jump up and run. Taking off like a sprinter, adrenaline surged through her veins. She could not get dragged into the ute, she might not survive. Kevin lashed out and grabbed her collar. “Don’t worry, mate, I got her.” His other fist came up and slammed into the side of her head, stunning her, making the world spin.
With all the fight literally knocked out of her, she didn’t struggle as they loaded her into the backseat and pushed her across to slump against the far door. As her head cleared, Stella kept it hanging. She did not want to look at Kevin or hear what he had to say. She had to get away or she was as good as dead. He’d never let her out of the house again.
The ute sped off and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Now was not the time to be an emotional mess. She needed her wits about her. At the first set of traffic lights, she would pull up the lock next to the windowsill, rip the door open, and dive out.
She knew John. He’d proven himself to be a cold, heartless bastard time and time again when it came to metering out discipline to the local women of the community. He was also the only police officer in the town.
Kevin picked up her hand with both of his. He wrapped one hand around her wrist and the other squeezed her fingers until she gasped. “Why’d you leave, Stella?”
Huh? What the fuck? Was that a serious question? Trying to pull her hand back she finally lifted her head and stared into his cold, ferret eyes. “Honestly? Why the fuck do you think?”
Stella screamed as he bent her fingers back. “Sorry, sorry, Kev. I didn’t mean to be a smart arse, sorry.” She whimpered.
“You will be sorry. What’d ya think, I wouldn’t find ya? Stupid bitch, I pulled the phone records. You spoke to Trina a couple of days before you left.”
Fuck, how unlucky was that? Who’d have thought Kevin had the brains to do that. She hadn’t even been planning to leave when she spoke to Trina. Leaving had been a spur of the moment decision. Green, green, green, all the lights were green, fuck. With Kevin’s vicelike grip around her wrist, she’d never get away anyway.
“You fucking damaged me, you cunt. John says that’s assault. Ain’t that right, mate?”
John nodded. “You’re in big trouble, Stella. There’ll be consequences.”
Stella didn’t say anything. She didn’t have any hope for reprieve. They wouldn’t listen to her anyway. John would allow Kevin to do whatever he considered necessary to discipline her and make sure something like this never happened again.
“How do ya think I feel, Stella? You fucking showed me up in front of the whole town.”
Yes, Stella thought, that was her main concern.
Kevin released her hand, “You hurt me, bitch. I loved you so fucking much. I give you a roof over your head and grocery money. You don’t even fucking work, you lazy slut. You should be so grateful to me and this is how I’m treated. Fuck, Stella, I’m gonna have to make sure you remember how fucking lucky you are.”
Hunter gave her a squeeze and leaned back on his elbows. “Do you want to shower before bed sweetheart?”
A shower sounded like a good idea, it would help her relax, so she nodded. “Good one, let’s go.”
Both boys stood and stripped. Stella sat glued to the end of the bed, unable to take her eyes off the treasures being revealed in front of her. She hadn’t really had time to study their bodies last time, so this time she would take full advantage.
Ben’s golden brown tan looked velvety, with fine blond hairs covering his pecs and thicker, slightly darker hair running in a line down between his abs. Hunter’s dark nipples stood out on his perfectly defined chest and Stella wanted to brush her fingers over them. She lowered her eyes to follow the dark line of hair disappearing into his jeans. He dropped them and his cock sprang free, surprising her with its size at eye level. Coiling heat pulsed through her as she remembered having that inside her.
Stella realised both men were naked, hugely erect and staring at her with amused expressions on their faces. How long had she sat there staring? Hunter chuckled. “Have you seen enough?”
Smiling, Stella shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this.”
“Right!” Ben said assertively, he pulled her off the bed and started to unbutton her shirt. “Let’s get this party started.”
Hunter dropped her pants and she toed out of her shoes. Before she knew it, they were pressed against her, kissing, stroking and rubbing. Her body hummed in response to the attentions of two gentle, kind men, who were driving her crazy with desire. The shower forgotten, she moaned as a hand slipped between her legs and made contact with her clit. She moved her hips in time with the strokes along her lower lips, shuddering as her longing became almost agonizing.
They lifted and carried her up the bed until she lay between them. Kissing Ben, she responded to his tongue as it explored her mouth and then groaned as he kissed his way down her neck to her breast. When Ben nipped and sucked at her breasts at the same time as Hunters fingers disappeared between her folds, she thought she might die with pleasure, it had her panting on the very edge.
As soon as Hunter’s thumb circled her clit and rubbed across it, Stella screamed. Waves crashed through her and she arched her back, lost to all but the pleasure surging through her body. She knew she was putty in their hands. They touched her and she came. Never before had it been this amazing.
Both men soothed her and continued to touch and stroke her as her breathing returned to normal and her heart slowed a little. “Ben, feel this.” Ben slipped his hands between her legs and then raised them for her to see, they glistened with moisture.
“We won’t need lube, look what we made you do.” He laughed and winked as he brought the fingers to his mouth and tasted her. “Sweet.”
Hunter raised his own fingers to his mouth and nodded at Ben. “Nice.”
Stella lost herself in sensations as both men pressed against her and continued to caress her. Rigid, hard rods stroked up and down her arse cheeks and slit, spreading her juices. Fingers spread her lips and invaded her pussy, thrusting and turning. Stella moved against her men, hoping for friction against her throbbing little bud.
Probing fingers spread her juices around to her virgin arse hole and pressed against it. Unable to help herself, she pushed back against the fingers and one slipped inside her tight ring. The unusual feeling made her gasp and Ben said hoarsely, “Good girl, relax and push back.”
Clenching around the finger in her butt, Stella tried to relax and when Hunter took her mouth and pinched her nipple, all coherent thought slipped away. Sparks jumped from her nipples to her clit and ignited everything in between. Ben turned and twisted his finger inside her and when she relaxed and pushed back against him, he added another and then another.
Stella gasped and panted at the unexpected combination of pleasure and pain that had her on the verge of another orgasm. The fingers worked in and out of her and she moaned, yearning for more. Hunter’s hand slid down and slowly, gently, using the pads of his fingers, started to press and massage her aching, needy clit.
Whimpering and mewling, Stella pushed back against the fingers working her arse and at the same time tried to put more pressure onto the fingers stroking her clit. Ben withdrew his fingers and she could feel the head of his cock pushing forward as Hunter lifted her leg at the knee and pulled it up, opening her wide.
As Ben breached her tight back passage, Hunter doubled his attentions to her clit and she cried out in a combination of unfamiliar erotic pain and ecstasy. Her body vibrated with need and she moved on Ben’s cock as he fully seated himself inside her. Adjusting, she clenched and held him, enjoying the sharp but receding pain, giving an edge to her pleasure. Hunter lined his shaft up with her entrance and pushed home while Ben held her in place with firm hands on her hips.
Stella concentrated on the indefinably blissful fullness that stretched her until she couldn’t bear the clenching pulses of desire winding her higher any longer.