[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, public exhibition, voyeurism, sex toys]
Wyatt Gideon is through chasing after Trish Armstrong. She may have had him wrapped around her sexy finger years ago, but Wyatt is no longer the naïve teen who'd do anything for her smile. He's grown into a dominant, self-assured man who knows what he wants—and he wants Trish, but on his terms this time.
Trish returns home to care for her ailing grandfather. There she finds herself obsessing over the two men she can't forget—Wyatt Gideon and Mitch Brown. Loving the both of them scared her and she ran. Now that she's back and discovers what goes on at the GR&L, the TEMPTATION is too great, and she offers the men a weekend to last a lifetime.
Tragedy strikes and Trish blames Wyatt and Mitch. Can she see past her own grief and give into the happiness they are offering? Or will she run again?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Eve Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
“I don’t want to talk.” He ran his nose along her cheek and cupped his hand behind her neck.
“What do you want to do?” She swallowed thickly as he brought out his tongue and flicked it against her lower lip.
“You,” he rasped. One word. Direct, no hidden meaning there.
And then he kissed her. The feel of his tongue stroking over hers sent a river of arousal rushing between her legs, drenching her G-string. She rocked her hips, desperate for friction. The hand he’d used to pull her to him left the back of her neck and traveled down her side, her hip, around to the front, and disappeared beneath her short summer dress.
He dipped his fingers underneath the silk material of her G-string, and he pushed it aside. His thumb pressed against her clit and began to rotate. A rattled cry escaped her lips and into his mouth.
“Shit, Trish. You’re so wet.” He eased a finger into the aching entrance of her pussy. She shuddered against him and wiggled closer. Pulling his finger out, he then replaced it with two and scissored them, teasing her, stretching her, making her writhe. “And tight. Can you feel the way your body is just spilling that sweet nectar?”
“Oh, Mitch.” She loved the way he talked to her, so naughty, so un-Mitch-like. He’d never been so vocal with her. Arching her back to grant him better access, she threw her head back and moaned when he thrust his finger deep inside her pussy. “Yes. Please, again. Do that again.”
“What? This?” He thrust his finger in deeper, and she cried out again. “You like that, don’t you? What do you want, Trish?”
Oh, no. Not him, too. Still, when she told them exactly what she wanted, they gave it to her. Tenfold.
What the hell?
“Fuck me,” she told him and even went so far as to grab the giant bulge between his legs. “Please, Mitch. Show me that there’s more between us than last night.”
He kicked off his boots and socks, followed by the rest of his clothes. He then pulled her dress up over her head and removed her bra and panties, leaving her naked as well.
After sheathing his erection, he rolled to his back and pulled her up to straddle him. She grabbed his shoulders and froze, her eyes wide as she stared at him. He made no allowances, no reservations, and he sank his cock to the hilt inside her pussy, stretching her saturated flesh in one solid thrust.
His fingers tightened on her hips as he held her still, but she couldn’t be stilled. She needed more and rocked her hips to slide him out and back in.
“Jesus,” he groaned in a strangled tone. “Just hold still. Give me a second.”
She wanted to break and knew it would only take a few strokes for him to send her over the edge. Her orgasm already hummed inside her like a dragster waiting on the line. She just needed a little more for the lights to fall to green and for her to take off.
“More.” She clawed at him, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Oh, please. Oh, Mitch. Give me more.”
“I’ll take care of that,” Wyatt said as he joined them without a stitch of clothing on.
“Did you walk out here naked?” Mitch once again held Trish still.
“It would have been frivolous to put clothes on when I’d just be taking them back off once I got out here.”
“I have neighbors,” Mitch protested.
“We are your neighbors,” Wyatt pointed out as he nudged behind Trish and gently lowered her down to Mitch’s chest. “Relax, baby.”
She couldn’t relax when she couldn’t see him. “What are you—Ah!” He drizzled something warm and wet all over her ass. “What is that?”
“Lubrication. This first time with us both is going to burn, but you’ll never want it another way after this.”
She felt Wyatt’s erection press against her tiny back hole and struggled. At the same time? She’d rip in two. They were both so big she could barely take them one at a time. “Wyatt, no. It won’t fit.”
“Shh,” Wyatt said and didn’t slow as he pushed the tip of his cock against her puckered entrance. “This is what you want, remember?”
“And last night you wouldn’t give it to me.”
“Today, all of that changes. Take us both, Trish. Take us both as your men, your lovers. You can take us, baby. I promise you. Just relax and push out for me.”
She stilled and let out a breath, closing her eyes and trying not to panic. When the blunt head slipped past the tight ring, she screamed and bucked.