[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, HEA]
Gia Marie Giselli’s boyfriend wanted to share her with his business partner, and she refused. She leaves New York the moment she gets a chance and heads to Houston, Texas. With the help of her cousin Teddy, a detective there, she finds a new home and tries to put her past behind her.
In Texas she meets Garrett, Wes, and Gunny McCallister. Her world and impression of ménage relationships are turned upside down. They want her, and as they try to convince her that this relationship is serious, some jerk from work attempts to assault her, making all her fears of men resurface.
When they finally get through that incident, Gia's past reemerges. Can the McCallisters keep her safe and convince her that true love and compassion don't come in the form of fists, control, and fear?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Gianna Marie Clarke shook with fear as she stood between Antonio Pelloni and his partner, Valdere Valencio. They had both been drinking and the party right outside the bedroom door continued to ignite into the wee hours of the morning. What had started out as a means to get her designs looked at by an advertising agency had turned into a nightmare of sorts. She was foolish to believe that she could meet prince charming in the waiting area of the Bartlet business center. Her dreams of making it on her own in New York City without family and only a few friends from college was a fantasy. Her one and only cousin lived in Texas, a long way from her home in upstate New York. Looking to the city for a job, better money, and a future in art and perhaps advertising was her dream. In her attempt to act so independent and worldly, she found herself in the center of an obsession. How had things gotten so out of control?
She swallowed hard and felt the tears fill her eyes as Valdere caressed her hair. He used his nimble fingers to pull it from the tight updo she had spent hours getting done in the salon. Antonio spoiled her, or at least she thought of it as being spoiled but more recently realized she was being controlled.
Antonio, with his dark brown eyes, Italian style, and flare, stared at her lips as he held her chin in a tight grip.
“You were the hit of the party as usual, Gianna bella. You are so perfect and meant to be mine for eternity.”
Valdere sniffed against her neck and she stepped closer to Antonio. She felt Valdere tense then grip her hips hard. She gasped and the change in Antonio’s expression was different. Would he truly allow his business partner to touch her intimately? She knew this was wrong. She wasn’t a whore. She thought she was in love with Antonio, but now she knew the truth. He really didn’t love her the way he claimed. If he did, would he so easily allow another man to touch her and possess her body? And Valdere of all men, who treated women like garbage?
She was so frightened and felt so stupid in the decisions she had made the last few months. She didn’t want this.
“Please, Antonio. I don’t want to,” she began to say and his grip on her chin was tighter, making her gasp and lean against his chest.
“You’re too lenient with her, Antonio. She needs discipline and control. You’ve allowed her to become your obsession.” Valdere’s fingers grazed along her shoulders to the zipper of her dress. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She wouldn’t be able to stop them. Looking around the room at all the artwork, the designer bed and comforter set, and the portrait of her standing in a red gown that Antonio adored her in caused the reality of her life to set in. Despite the money she saved, the accomplishments in her own artwork she designed, she allowed this man to control every aspect of her life. She couldn’t take it any longer. She had to draw the line somewhere, somehow. He took advantage of her lack of family and destroyed any friendships she had.
“Do as I say, Gianna. You know the consequences of defying my command,” he whispered in a show of power in front of Valdere, whom Gianna felt Antonio feared, and also in an attempt to induce fear into her mind. Antonio knew her weaknesses. He knew she hated to be alone and she lacked in self-confidence.
She turned away in an attempt to get out of the reach of Valdere’s exploring hands. She grabbed hold of the bodice of her dress. The zipper in the back was pulled down and now she stared at both men and wondered what they would do to her now.
“Please, Antonio. I don’t want to do this,” she said as Valdere began to unbutton his shirt. In a flash Antonio was grabbing her by the arm and yanking her forward. It all happened so quickly. The pounding on the door, the strike to her face by Antonio, and Valdere ripping her dress. She screamed and tried to stop them. The pounding on the door continued and then suddenly the door burst open and chaos filled the room.
Gia was relieved to have awoken in her own bed and not in the hotel room. The nightmares she had were comprised of thoughts about Antonio and the attack by Jeffrey. Now all she seemed to be able to think about was touching and exploring Garrett, Wes, and Gunny. They had large muscles and an almost fierce, combative look to the intricate dips and crevices. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on them, and they were staring at her with hunger in their eyes. She felt her belly tighten and knew they wanted her, and her body reacted as her pussy clenched then dripped. It was such a primal and natural reaction, but it embarrassed her to be affected so easily. Garrett’s hands felt good touching her. Wes’s mouth against her shoulder and back caused goose bumps along her skin, and as she opened her eyes, she sought out Gunny. His hands were on his hips, and that authoritative expression of his made her lick her lips.
“Baby, we want you. Let us make love to you and help you to forget about everything but our touch,” Wes whispered against her neck and she rolled to her back.
Both Wes and Garrett ran the palms of their hands up her inner thighs, parting them before touching fingers to her pussy.
“Oh!” She moaned, tilted her head back, and lifted her torso up. She felt the bed dip and then large, thick hands moved up her hips and belly, pushing her shirt up and off of her. She locked gazes with Gunner and she lost her breath. He was kneeling naked between her legs, and his long, thick cock stood at attention, the mushroom top tapping against his upper belly. She couldn’t help but be concerned that he would fit inside of her.
His thumbs played with her nipples as he held her gaze and both Wes and Garrett played with her pussy. Three men are touching me and it feels so amazing.
“You’re gorgeous, Gia. I want to be inside of you so badly I ache, honey,” Gunner admitted then leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue delved deeply, causing her to adjust her head and tilt her chin up to accommodate his exploration. He used his tongue to caress in and out of her mouth as he kissed her and she knew it was an indication of how he would use that magnificent cock of his. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, feeling the connection and desire for more. She pressed her breasts harder against his muscular chest, needing full contact. She felt so hungry and needy that now she, too, ached.
She sensed Garrett’s fingers at her pussy lips as Gunny raised his body up into a sitting position.
“Look,” Garrett told her and she locked gazes with him, then he motioned with his eyes toward his fingers. She knew he wanted her to watch and then Garrett pressed a finger up into her wet pussy and she held her breath as the intensity of his desire encompassed her.
Gunner leaned forward and kissed her again then slowly released her lips, kissing her more before holding her lower lip gently between his teeth. She closed her eyes as a small orgasm erupted.
“You’re even more beautiful when you’re coming,” Wes told her. She turned to him and he moved closer to kiss her as Gunner explored her breasts.
All three men were touching her, stroking her, and she felt so relaxed and lost in them. She couldn’t focus on anything but the sensations they caused. The thick, protruding finger that pressed in and out of her pussy, the feel of Gunner’s mouth teasing her sensitive breasts, nibbling on her nipples as Wes devoured her cries and explored her mouth with his tongue. Being surrounded by hard, male bodies aroused all of her senses.
“I want in, Gia. We want to make you ours. Let us make love to you,” Gunner whispered then blew a warm breath against her hard nipple.
“I want you, too. I want all of you, it feels so good.”
He smiled at her. “It’s about to get a hell of a lot better.”
Her body reacted to his words, Garrett’s strokes, and Wes’s kisses along her mouth then neck. Gunner was a soldier, she knew that. The three of them had what she’d first thought were domineering, hard expressions and seemed nearly unapproachable. They were commandoes and their jobs as Marines were more than likely dangerous and outrageous. It turned her on to know that they were so resourceful and strong. Their impenetrable personas gave her security and hope of safety.
“Condoms,” Wes said aloud as Garrett pulled his fingers slowly from her cunt. He began to move.
“Not necessary. I’m on the pill. To maintain my cycle,” she added, not wanting them to think that she slept around but that she had irregular cycles.
Gunner grabbed her hips and squeezed as he held her gaze. She felt the thick, bulbous top of his cock against her folds.
“Good, because I don’t want anything between us. Ever.” His words aroused her and then he began to push his cock forward.