[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Seven single, Southern women, all friends, all with troubled pasts, begin a new life in Delite, Texas, running a club and dance hall called Dixie Chix. Susanna Cooperton is in charge. Her four friends help around their club, but she’s waiting for her two cousins to arrive. They’re on the run, and trouble’s coming. Sheriff B.J. Parker and his brother Monte, an ex-military man, have their eyes set on the hottest item in town, the owner of Dixie Chix. They can’t seem to get her off their minds, and as soon as they reveal their intentions, Susanna’s fighting their every move.
Worst of all, the man who hurt her is on the hunt for her.
Susanna must save her cousins and protect her other friends at Dixie Chix, but she needs some help from the two men that love her.
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.
She turned and was shocked to see the sheriff of the town of Delite, Texas, BJ Parker, standing there out of uniform and looking just as intimidating without the badge. The man had such a grand personality it made her shake in more ways than just with fear. He, too, was ex-military just like most of the town. It really wasn’t a small town at all, and besides the surrounding city, it made for a great location for Dixie Chix.
She placed her hands on her hips and gave him the evil eye.
“You’re not supposed to be up here.”
He raised those big green eyes at her and gave an expression as if saying, “Honey, I can do as I please. I’m God.”
She heard Carl chuckle in the background.
She whipped her long blonde hair around and gave Carl a dirty look. “Keep an eye on things, will ya? I apparently need to speak with the sheriff.”
She confidently—well, at least she hoped that she appeared confident—walked toward him with her tight, short skirt, sequined, sheer blouse, and sexy cowgirl boots.
“Shall we?” she asked with attitude and nodded toward the door, waiting for him to exit, but he had other intentions.
“You first, ma’am.” He tipped his black Stetson while his other hand gestured for her to precede him.
She instantly inhaled his cologne and felt the zing of attraction the moment her body brushed by his very large muscular one. She knew that if she touched him, he would feel hard as stone. Many nights she imagined his other parts being hard as stone, and boy did those nights make for the worst sleep ever. She wasn’t sure what she feared more, the fact that she was attracted to a man after several years or the potential of being intimate with a man after how she had been treated in her past. She trusted her judgment, but it was easier keeping her pussy dormant than taking a chance of losing all control and power again. The sheriff had that superior personality, and with his good looks and amazing body, it would be hard for a nun to not spread her legs to get a feel. Susanna tried to shake the thoughts from her head.
She made her way down the hallway and to her office, the sound of her boot heels clicking on the hardwood floors and his echoing louder while he walked behind her. She knew he was checking her out. Ava, Juliet, Paula, and Elise had been teasing her relentlessly for the past year. They believed that the only reason why she had gotten the permit and town board approval for the dance hall was because the sheriff had been in the town municipal building that day and was instantly interested in her.
Well, she really shouldn’t entertain the attraction, especially since his brother Monte, some sort of security expert and ex-military man, had been sniffing around her, too. She sure wouldn’t like to cause trouble between brothers. Although ménage relationships were not uncommon in in town of Delite, Texas, she wasn’t interested. Her past made her cautious.
She allowed the sheriff entrance to her office and walked over toward the front of her desk. She turned around to give him a piece of her mind and let him know that she was more than capable of handling Don when she saw him close the office door and lock it.
“What are you doing?” she asked him as she placed her hands on her hips. He gave her a sexy smile then leaned against the door and stared at her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. She could barely make out the green color of his eyes under the rim of the Stetson.
“I’m at my wits’ end with you, Susanna.”
Damn him and that sexy smile, those long, thick, jean-covered thighs, and his superior presence. He towered over her by more than a foot. He looked cocky and confident even without the badge.
“I can handle this, Sheriff. So if you don’t mind, I’ve got things to do.”
She only moved a foot when he gave her an expression as if she punched him in the gut. What was up with that?
He uncrossed his arms and took a step toward her. Her entire body stiffened and hummed with awareness of him. He was a manly man. He had every inch of her body reacting to his sex appeal.
He pointed at her and his facial expression seemed angry and frustrated.
“Do you see a goddamn badge on my chest or a uniform on me? I’m not the sheriff right now. In fact, I hoped you’d get the fact that I’m here on my personal time.”
She was taken aback by his response.
“I didn’t mean to insult you, Sheriff. It’s what everyone calls you whether in uniform or not.”
He closed the distance between them, wrapped an arm around her waist, and hoisted her up against his chest, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.
She grabbed his arms, shocked at the solidity of the stone beneath her fingertips.
“Would it kill you to call me BJ? To acknowledge these feelings we all have for one another?”
“What feelings?” She absorbed the scent of his cologne, the attraction she had for him.
“When are you going to stop fighting Monte and me? What is it going to take to get you to see what you do to us and how we feel about you?”
She tried to pull away.
“I can’t do this now. I don’t sleep around, Sheriff…BJ. I’m not what you need or what you’re looking for.”
She tried pulling away, but he held her tighter and cupped her neck and hair so she was forced to look him in the eye.
“You’re so beautiful and an amazing business woman, but you suck at lying.”
Before she could respond, he covered her mouth with his own, devouring any retort.
She felt Monte take her hand and bring it to his lips.
“Talk to us. Tell us what’s going on in that head of yours.”
She hesitated then shook her head.
“I’m not really used to this. I haven’t been with a man in quite some time, and now I’m with two.” She lowered her eyes and then BJ squeezed her hips. When she opened her eyes, he spoke to her softly.
“Baby, we know this is different. It’s the kind of relationship people around Delite are used to, but we can understand your reservations. We’ll take things slow. We both have strong feelings for you already.”
She swallowed hard and then Monte spoke.
“Baby, you can tell us anything. What’s making you hold back?”
“I’m just scared, I guess, and afraid of making a huge mistake and… feeling. I’ve been lonely.”
“Aw, baby, you don’t have to be lonely no more, and this isn’t a mistake. I promise you.” Monte held her face between his hands and kissed her softly. He continued to kiss her then caressed down her shoulders to her hands. As he released her lips, he brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles as he held her gaze.
Monte then pulled one digit into his mouth and sucked it slowly. She watched him, and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy clench just as BJ pressed a thumb to her mound.
“Stop overthinking this and just focus on how we make you feel, baby.”
He pressed his thumbs gently against her mound. He moved it back and forth across her panties, and she grew more and more aroused.
“Touch me, Susanna. Please touch me. I need to feel you,” BJ stated. She moved her hands slowly up his arms to his shoulders and lifted up as he pressed fingers more firmly against her panties.
“That’s it, baby. I love your feminine hands on my skin.”
She grew a bit more confident, seeing how her touch affected him, and she began to undo the buttons on his shirt to feel the soft, dusting of hair on his chest. She caressed his skin and rubbed lower until she felt his belly muscles. He was fit and solid.
“Lower, baby. Take my cock out and touch it, please. I need to feel you holding me,” he whispered in a raspy voice that undid her reservations.
She licked her lips and glanced at Monte. Monte ran his hand up her thigh, under her skirt to her mound. She stirred and he took control.
“Raise up for us, honey, and do what BJ asks you.”
She looked at Monte and saw the sparkle in his eyes. His breathing sounded unsteady just like hers.
She licked her lips as her fingers gripped the waist of BJ’s jeans.
“You’re killing me,” BJ stated.
She did as she was told, needing the direction and encouragement as if she had never been so intimate before. The truth was these feelings were different. She actually wanted to please them both, arouse them both, and satisfy their hunger.
“Do it, baby,” Monte encouraged her, and she lifted up so she was kneeling over BJ on the couch with her thighs on either side of his thighs. She began to undo his jeans, and he scooted a little lower on the couch as she reached in and felt his thick, warm cock.
She pressed her fingers around it, amazed at how smooth the skin felt and how thick and hard he was. She opened her mouth to speak, but then she felt both Monte’s and BJ’s fingers against her folds.
“Oh.” She began to run her hand up and down his shaft. BJ closed his eyes then refocused on her as he pressed a digit up into her pussy.
She tightened a moment until she felt Monte rip her panties off of her and toss them behind them. “You won’t need those.”
BJ kept one digit up in her while he used his thumb to press against her clit. She rocked her hips and made a similar motion with her hand wrapped around BJ’s thick cock.
This went on for several moments until BJ gripped her hips and lifted her up. He stood with her wrapped around him and began to walk toward the staircase.
“What? Where are we going?”
“I can’t hold back, baby. I’ve wanted you for too long.”
The panicky feeling began to worsen the closer they got to his bedroom. The lights were off, and the sunset was nearly gone but left enough light to encase his extra-large bedroom with an intimate glow.
Monte reached for the light.
“No! No lights.”
BJ placed her down on the edge of the bed and lowered to the floor.
He caressed her inner thighs and began to remove her skirt.
“You that shy, baby, because I want to see every inch of you.”
She lifted up and he removed her skirt.
She nodded her head and Monte lay down on the bed beside her.
“You on the pill, baby?” Monte asked, and she nodded her head.
He smiled at her then leaned down to kiss her. Monte’s hand went to her mound as BJ caressed her thighs open and began to massage her with his hands.
“So beautiful and all ours to feast on,” Monte whispered then kissed her on the mouth. The room grew darker as they took their time exploring her. She felt safe enough when Monte undid the buttons on her blouse and removed it then the camisole below. He ran his fingers over her breasts in between kissing her mouth her neck and shoulder while BJ teased her clit.
Feeling confident that neither man could see her faint scars on her back in this dim light, she let the arousal overwhelm her.