[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Sally Brooks is feeling somber about her life as those around her find love. She wants to have a boyfriend or two, wants someone to hold her, make her feel loved and protected. The two men she finds irresistibly attractive are ex-military brothers Mason and Steven Marcus. But they avoid her even when she makes an effort to flirt. Fed up and overwhelmed, Sally accepts a date with Garret Walters. He's a good-looking cowboy with money and attitude. Accepting his date turns into a horrible experience.
Garret and his friend Keiffer had plans to abduct Sally. It takes this incident, and the fact that Garret still wants to pursue Sally, to get Mason and Steven to open up about their feelings for her. Steven and Mason are double trouble in Sally's eyes, and they ignored her this entire time, so why should she give them a chance now when she feels like nothing more than a damsel in distress?
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 looked at her wrist and saw the deep red finger marks. She felt Garret’s hot, wet mouth against her neck. It made her feel sick. She grabbed some paper towels and wet them then added the hand soap to the cloth. She rubbed it against her neck as she saw the redness around the front of her throat. He could have strangled her right there. He could have ended her life if he wanted to, he was so strong. Garret was monstrous. His hand could easily wrap around her throat and break her neck. She shivered with fear.
She recalled his words as he threatened her.
You can’t hide from me. I always get what I want and I want you. You’re going to be my sex slave, all tied up and naked just for me. You better do as I say, or I’ll kill them to get you.
The door opened and two women entered the bathroom. She fixed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath. When she exited the bathroom, Steven was standing there with Michael and Susanna. She nearly gasped at seeing Steven. Did he see Garret when he exited Dixie Chix? She hoped he didn’t get involved with this situation. God, she made such a mess of things.
“I can’t believe he actually came here. Are you okay, Sally?” Susanna asked. Sally nodded her head as she raised her eyes up to Steven. He was dressed in dark jeans and a button-down black shirt, and his hazel eyes bore into her. He was such a handsome man. He looked sophisticated, mature, and tough.
“BJ is on his way over,” Susanna said.
“No, don’t call him. He can’t do anything about Garret. It’s not like he can arrest him for threatening me.”
“Did he threaten you?” Steven asked, sounding very stern.
“It’s over. I’m okay.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Steven stated firmly then looked toward Susanna.
“That’s the staff room over there, right? I can take her in there to check over her injuries and grab her things?”
“What do you mean grab my things?”
“I’m taking you home. You’re not staying here and you’re not going home alone.”
He took her hand and she gasped as he touched where Garret had touched.
“What the hell?”
She walked away from him holding her wrist and headed to the room. Susanna and Steven followed.
“You’re going with Steven. I’m calling BJ and telling him what happened. He’ll send a patrol car by as well. I’ll see you when I get home,” Susanna stated then closed the door. Sally could tell that Susanna was getting angry with her. But Sally felt that unsure, insecure feeling growing inside of her. She was scared, and trying to hide it was becoming difficult. She hugged her hand to her chest and turned away from Steven.
* * * *
“Turn around and face me,” he ordered. She swallowed hard.
“Now, Sally.” He was firm, but his voice was soft. She did as he told her to. Steven stood in front of her with one hand resting on his hip as he pointed at her.
She looked so fragile and feminine. Her long brown hair flowed around her shoulders and face, her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and her cheeks were red. But what really got his anger flaring were the red marks on her wrist and throat. That fucker touched her again.
“Let me take a look at your wrist and your neck.”
She shook her head.
“I’m fine.” She grabbed her bag.
“Sally, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you,” he stated firmly, and that seemed to get her attention.
She stared at him as he slowly walked toward her. He reached for her and lifted her chin so he could see her throat.
“He placed his hands on you?”
She nodded. His anger intensified as he bit his cheek and tasted the blood. His nostrils flared, and she closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing, he believed.
He softly lifted up her hand, immediately seeing the red finger marks there and the bruising that was starting.
She shook. He felt it as he held her hand. Slowly, he lifted it as he lowered his head and locked gazes with her.
“You’re okay now. He won’t hurt you. I’ve got you, Sally.”
She swallowed hard and cringed when she did. It must have hurt. He lifted her hand up toward his lips and gently kissed her skin. Her eyes popped open, and she stared at him.
“Don’t ever think for one moment that we weren’t paying attention to you, that you didn’t exist to Mason or myself.”
He kissed her wrist again and slowly turned it.
“Ow,” she whispered and he looked more closely.
“Is this the same wrist he hurt before?” he asked, feeling his temper flare. He wished that Mason was here in this room right now. He wished he could have told him what Garret had done. But Mason would lose it. He would take matters into his own hands, especially when it came to Sally’s safety.
“Please let go. I’m fine and I can handle it.”
He stepped closer and pressed his hand against her waist. He was looking down into large emerald-green eyes.
He released her hand and cupped her cheek, being careful not to hit the bruised bone.
“You can’t handle it and you’re not handling it alone. Do you have everything you need in the bag, Sally?”
She attempted to turn away from him, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her petite body against his much larger frame.
“Don’t pull away. You’re coming with me, Sally, and Mason and I are going to keep you safe.”
She moaned against Steven’s mouth as Mason adjusted his position. Inch by inch he used his free hand to push her leggings off of her and down to her ankles.
She parted her mouth from Steven’s.
“Oh God, Mason, I can’t take it.”
“You can take it.”
“You will take it.” Steven cupped her breast with one hand before leaning down and pinching her other breast with his free hand.
“So fucking beautiful and responsive. We’ve wanted you for so long, Sally. So fucking long. We were stupid and if we had just let you know how we really felt you never—”
“No, Steven, don’t say it. What’s done is done. I feel alive when you touch me. I feel out of control and unsure of what is right or wrong. Help me, Steven. Help me to feel safe.”
Mason took position above her, pumping his fingers up into her cunt while he spread her thighs with his thighs.
“Oh!” she screamed her release, and Mason dropped to his chest and his shoulders between her splayed thighs. He licked at her pussy.
She grabbed toward his head as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and licked and sucked on her clit, making her scream again. She was shaking and wiggling.
“Mason.” He felt her entire body shake.
“I need a taste next,” Steven whispered then kissed Sally softly on the mouth.
“She’s delicious.” Mason licked his fingers then caressed her thighs.
“What was that I felt?” she asked, out of breath as Steven maneuvered between her legs and Mason moved to her side. He cupped her cheek.
“What was what?” he asked her.
“That amazing feeling I had when you…you know, down there,” she said, and he stared at her in amazement.
He caressed her cheek as Steven held her thighs and looked at her.
“You never had an orgasm before?” Steven asked her.
She blushed then tried to close her legs. Steven leaned over her, causing her thighs to spread open and straddle his waist.
Mason shifted up against the headboard and caressed her hair as Steven held her face between his hands.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“I never had one. I never let anyone do what Mason just did.”
“You’re a virgin, Sally?” Steven asked, and Mason felt his chest tighten. Fear gripped him so fucking hard he suddenly felt unworthy.
She nodded her head.
“That’s special, sweetheart. Really special. To know that you went through all that you did and kept your virginity is amazing. You are amazing.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. She clutched his shoulders and kissed him back as she wrapped her legs around his waist tighter. Soon Steven was moving his mouth along her neck, her shoulder, then to her breast.
“Let me taste you, baby. I want to make you come just like Mason.”
She held his gaze then looked at Mason. Mason stared back at her. She nodded her head, and Steven lowered to her pussy. With her eyes still locked on Mason, Steven brought her pleasure again.
* * * *
She felt as if she died and went to heaven. All consumed with lust and hunger, she opened her heart to Mason and Steven and prayed that it wasn’t a huge mistake. Focusing on the feel of Steven’s tongue against her sacred folds, the way he drew out sensation after sensation, made her whimper. She tried to focus on Mason and his serious expression, but Steven was doing something magnificent to her pussy. When he used his tongue and then his fingers to arouse her, she moaned and closed her eyes as she tilted her head back.
Mason chose that moment to grab both her wrists and hold her arms above her head. The movement caused her to push her breasts out in offering to his hot, hungry mouth. The swipe of his warm, moist tongue over her hardened nipple had her moaning and gyrating against Mason’s fingers. Stroke after stroke she thrust against him.
“So fucking beautiful. Stay just like that, baby.” Mason went back to feasting on her nipple and breast. His large hands held her forearms down above her head while Steven kept her thighs wide open and his mouth latched on to her pussy. He alternated tongue then fingers, stroking her pussy until she couldn’t hold back. The sensations overwhelmed her and she exploded again. “Steven!” She yelled his name then pumped her hips to the same rhythm of his fingers.
She felt him pull his fingers from her pussy then kiss her mound.
“Thank you, sweet angel, for sharing that with us,” Steven told her then leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. Mason released her hands and she wrapped them around Steven’s shoulders as he kissed her.
She chuckled against his shoulder as Steven hugged her.
“What’s so funny?” Mason asked as Steven pulled back and straddled her body.
“I never thought that the first time I ever orgasmed I would be the only one naked.”
Steven and Mason suddenly looked very hungry.
“We can resolve that right now,” Steven told her as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. Mason sat up and did the same.