[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, sex toys]
Emma Guthrie has been playing it safe all her life, watching friends marry and have families. She’s dedicated her life to healing others and now it’s time to heal herself.
Duke Rivers and Gage Randall are intrigued by the blushing doctor, whom they’ve observed in the past making a naughty sex toy purchase. Fate brings them together when Emma treats Gage for an arrow wound to the buttocks. When she moves in upstairs, they decide it’s time to take a chance.
The socially awkward threesome discovers a mutual need to stop allowing life to pass them by, and they embark on a quest to accomplish each item on their “bucket list” together. From the treetops of the North Georgia Mountains to the frozen Canadian Northwest Territories and points in between, they chase their dreams as danger closes in at home. Will Emma pay the ultimate price for loving them both?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Heather Rainier is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 STARS: "Although billed as a “Holiday Ménage,” this is a tale for all seasons as the three protagonists find love and happiness despite a force trying to drive them apart. The characters are fun and enjoyable, and they thrive in this enchanting story. Doctor Emma Guthrie treats the arrow wound of a blushing Gage Randall. She’s been in the sights of Gage and his friend Duke Rivers for a while. When she moves into a neighboring apartment, they make their move. As the trio becomes acquainted, they compile a “bucket list” and take off on a wild adventure. The trip includes the bedroom, where they are more than compatible. Once their escapades — including skydiving and tree camping — are finished, they return home, only to stumble into an alarming situation." -- Donna M. Brown, RT Book Reviews
Emma sorted through her kit, looking for what she’d need to treat him.
“What are you doing?” the blond man asked her.
“What’s your name?” Emma asked as she took a seat at the picnic table by his head to talk to him and set him at ease. His tone was cautious, and she could see the anxiety in his green eyes.
“Gage. Gage Randall. What are you doing?”
Emma placed her hand on his firm back. “Gage, I’m Emma Guthrie. I’m a doctor and I’m setting up my supplies so I can treat you. I’m going to remove the arrow and clean out the wound. Your friend is right. If it’s not treated properly the resulting infection will not be fun for you.” Or for your lovely tush.
It surprised Emma to think such inappropriate thoughts over a nervous patient so obviously in pain. For the first time in a long time she felt her cheeks heat up over dealing with someone’s private areas. She thought that response had been trained right out of her in medical school. As a family practitioner, she’d seen just about everything.
Quietly, the man said in a deep, earnest voice, “Not here.” He sounded very serious.
Emma looked around. “Where then? I’m not kneeling in your tent if I don’t have to. Wait.” The light was better inside the customized tent attached to the back of her Aztek. She could sit on her folding chair, and he could lie on the bedding on the tailgate. He was tall, so it wouldn’t be comfortable for him, but it would be better than being out in the open. She looked up at Gage’s dark-haired and equally handsome friend. “Duke, right?”
He nodded and replied, “Duke Rivers.”
“Can you bring him to my vehicle? We’ll set up there.”
Gage grimaced as Duke helped him rise stiffly from the picnic table, and they made their way to her campsite. She unzipped the tent and directed him to the opened cargo hatch. Emma was surprised that he made little noise as he settled. He must have a high pain tolerance level. She’d seen grown men cry over much less.
Duke made himself handy with the lantern while she reached around Gage to unbutton his jeans. He grasped her hand and stilled it. “What are you doing?” His hand was strong, impeding her progress, but not forceful.
“Gage, I have to give myself some room to work once I have the arrow out. I’ll have to clean the wound properly.”
Gage seemed to debate with himself for a few seconds then gently removed her hand from his fly and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants himself.
“So, did you just get here?” she asked, making small talk as she sanitized her hands and readied to remove the arrow.
“Yeah. We’d just set up the tent,” Duke said. “We were enjoying the view when it happened.” She glanced over at Duke and saw his crooked smile curl up on one side and mischief twinkled in his eyes. There seemed to be more he wanted to say but didn’t. A tremor raced through her, and she was willing to bet his girlfriend had her hands full. “This is a pretty cool setup you have,” Duke said.
“I got a great deal on it. The customized tent was ideal for me because I love to camp.” The tent that came with the vehicle had been altered and another larger tent attached to it so that she not only had the enclosure for the back of the vehicle, but in addition, she also had a small private space at the end of the vehicle.
“We do a lot of camping, too,” Duke replied as he came close and watched her work. The combined scents of the two men in the small enclosure caused her to inhale slowly and appreciatively. A ripple of awareness quivered through her at his proximity, her nipples hardened, and warmth spread through her core. Glancing up, she caught Duke watching her curiously and her cheeks tingled with heat.
“I feel like I know you from somewhere, Duke,” she said.
“Our work takes us all over. We’re IT consultants.”
She gloved up and wrapped her hand around the arrow close to the wound. To Gage she murmured, “Ready?”
“Count to three.” She tightened her hand around the arrow and prepared to remove it.
“One—” With one fast but careful tug, she pulled the arrow straight out. “Ow! You said—”
“I was distracting you,” she replied with a chuckle as she handed Duke the arrow. “I couldn’t have you clenching, now could I? Lift for just a second while I pull down your underwear and your jeans.”
He hesitated and that trace of unease returned to his handsome features. He seemed more bothered by her exposing his ass than the pain of the arrow removal.
To reassure him, she said, “I’m just a doctor, Gage. I see asses all the time. Young asses, old asses, tight asses and saggy asses. I’ve pretty much seen the asses of half of Divine at one point or another.”
Duke chuckled softly at her attempt to put Gage at ease.
Gage looked up at her. “Maybe so, but I’m not used to showing my ass off. And you’re not just a…”
“Never mind. Do your thing,” he muttered as he allowed her to tug his jeans and underwear down. He flinched, hissed, and cursed softly. “Stop.”
She let go and watched the muscles in his triceps ripple with strength as he lifted his upper body on one arm and carefully pulled the waistband of his underwear over his groin area. Although it was dim in the enclosure, as she observed him she realized what the problem was. His cock was standing up stiff and must’ve gotten caught by the waistband when she’d tugged.
Gage pressed his lips to the crown of her head, her unique, sexy scent filling his nostrils and hardening his cock further. He remembered the effect her fragrance had on him when she’d treated the arrow wound. It had hurt like hell, but his pain had been eased when he’d breathed in her scent on her pillow while he lay on the little bed she’d made up in the back of her Aztek.
She trembled against him and moaned as he stroked her back opening and Duke teased her pussy. Even though they stood in cold water, Gage felt like his blood was rapidly heating to boiling point. “Angel, I need you.”
“Come back to the tent with us, Emma. We have everything set up,” Duke said as he gazed into her eyes.
She closed her eyes again and nodded in what seemed liked relief. Need was something the three of them had in common. Gage wrapped his arm around her back and the other under her knees and lifted her from the water. She gasped and her arms tightened around him, but she didn’t protest. She gazed into his eyes as they strode from the water.
Gage loved the seductive side of Emma but carrying her protected her feet and took away the worry she might feel about stepping naked from the water. He thought she was perfect just exactly the way she was, but he could respect her feelings because he was embarrassed by his scars, though not so much around Duke or her. He didn’t want to cause her that worry and ruin the mood. Once they were within the thickly forested campsite she would probably feel less exposed.
“I put a towel in my bag,” she said once they were under the cover of the trees.
A warm breeze blew through the oaks and cedars, and shade dappled their picnic area. Gage placed her carefully on the cement slab the wooden picnic table was anchored to, and she reached in her bag where they’d placed it earlier. She gazed at them, standing naked waiting for her as she dried off. When Emma stared at his cock and licked her lips, Gage groaned and reached down to stroke himself. He was as hard as he’d ever been and the thought of fucking her outside in broad daylight was making him even harder.
“We didn’t eat lunch,” she whispered as she laid the towel to dry on the picnic table and turned to them. “Want to lie down in the tent? We can eat later.”
Duke pulled her to him and placed little kisses along her throat. “No, let’s stay out here and eat.”
“You don’t want to—”
“Don’t worry. We intend to fuck you, Em. Right after we dine on your pretty pussy.”
“Oh. I thought you’d changed your mind.”
Gage said, “Never, Emma. Food can wait. We both want you like crazy.” When she shivered, he asked, “Are you cold, angel?”
Emma shook her head and said nothing more. Duke looked at her beach towel spread on the table and said, “Sit on your towel, Em. Let’s have our little meal al fresco.”
Emma looked around, and a blush stole over her cheeks. Gage saw the sparks of lust that glittered in her eyes, as she smiled at them. “Out here in the open?”
Almost overcome with hunger for her, Gage nodded then watched as she bit her lip and climbed up to sit on the picnic table facing them with her feet resting together on the bench. Once she was situated, Gage and Duke seated themselves on either side of her closed legs.
There was a hint of merriment in the sparkling depths of her eyes as Duke asked, “Are you wet for us right now, Em?” At her eager nod, Duke continued. “You’re a naughty little thing for being naked out in the woods with us, aren’t you?” She nodded again and bit her lower lip, letting them know with that telling gesture that they were on the right track.
Gage slid a fingertip across her tightened nipple and then down her torso to her slit and murmured, “Anyone could see you like this, angel. They could come upon us here in the open.” He raked the top of his knuckle over her outer pussy lips and slick, hot moisture coated it. His dick twitched, and he forced himself to stay where he was instead of diving mouth first on her pussy.
“Someone might see you letting us eat your pretty little pussy,” Duke continued as he motioned for her to scoot her tush closer to the edge of the table and rest back on her hands.
“They might see you fucking me?” she asked with bated breath.
Duke nodded slowly. “They might watch us fill your pussy with our cocks.” He lifted her ankle and placed it on his outer shoulder so that she was partially opened to both of them.
“Oh,” she responded weakly, her breath coming in small pants. Her exposed pink flesh was already glistening with her slick, sweet juices.
Gage urged her a little closer to the edge to give them greater access to their play area and then lifted her other ankle slowly and whispered, “And if they’re very lucky they might watch us take your sweet little ass, too.”