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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, food play, HEA]
As a forensic genealogist, Jocelyn Richards spends all her time delving into other family’s histories as a way to avoid dealing with her own. She’s quietly hired to find the information needed to put an end to a centuries-old feud between the Baldwins and McLeans but never expected to find her future while investigating the past.
Eric and Matt Baldwin are cousins who have grown up like brothers. Life in the fire department hasn't been risk free. After an accident that almost claimed Eric’s life, they both moved back to their home town to build a future and train a new generation of firefighters.
Matt grew up with the firm belief in love at first sight. When they meet a woman in town to do research on a book, Eric is tempted to believe it too. But there are more secrets to Jocelyn Richards than he first believes, and when the feud flares to life again she is caught in the middle. Will the history behind a centuries-old feud drive them apart before they can create a future?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among cousins.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Corinne Davies is a Siren-exclusive author.
As soon as she stepped into the tea shop she was surrounded by a warm welcoming scent of fresh baked goods. There was a glass case with a number of pastries and treats. Jocelyn knew she couldn’t eat whatever it was. She didn’t want to develop bad eating habits. Still, as she looked at the delicious looking scones her eyes were drawn to a chocolate croissant sitting on a plate. One wouldn’t hurt her, and she was going to be walking a lot so she should have a few extra calories.
A woman stood on the other side of the case and looked at Jocelyn. “Anything I can get you, hon?”
She tapped lightly on the case at the croissant. “I think I’d like that.”
“Danielle, I’ll take that last croissant you have there.” The large man at the counter spoke at the same time she did.
“Sorry, Matt. It’s spoken for.”
He turned around and Jocelyn felt her face grow hot. Oh, god. He was the big one from the fire station. She glanced down, hoping a monstrous hole was going to open up so she could jump in. “Never mind, you can have it.”
“How about you share it with me?”
“Um, yeah okay.” Her brain had gone on hiatus the moment she looked up at his big hazel eyes framed with thick black lashes. His bold statement took her off guard. A normal person would have just accepted the entire pastry or insisted that she take it. “I’m sure she can cut it in half.”
“Now what fun would that be?” He smiled down at her and she felt a strange flip-flop in the vicinity of her stomach. “Why don’t we go pick us a table and we’ll do this the proper way?”
That quickly, she found herself holding her tea and being ushered across the room to a corner table. “What if you have to put out a fire? I don’t want to distract you.”
An amused sparkle lit his eyes, making her wish for that hole again. She’d just admitted to being the idiot who almost got into an accident because she’d been ogling him and his coworker.
“Don’t you worry about that. My shift ended twenty minutes ago. I was just going to pick up some bagels for the night crew.” He placed his large mug and the plate with the croissant on the small table and reached out to pull out her chair for her.
Jocelyn sank down into the seat still clutching her mug with both hands. The fireman slipped his coat off, revealing a mouthwatering expanse of chest. A long sleeved navy-blue T-shirt molded to almost every muscle that packed his torso. He sat back and smiled at her. “Are you going to take off your coat? If you get too warm in here, it won’t keep you warm outside.”
“Oh, yeah.” Jocelyn placed her mug on the table and wriggled out of her jacket, letting it drop back on the back of her chair. Why is he still here when you are acting like such an idiot again? Maybe he likes brainless twits? She couldn’t explain why she felt like her IQ dissolved like sugar in her coffee around this man.
“My name’s Matt.” He leaned forward and held out his hand.
“Jocelyn. Jocelyn Richards.” She immediately slipped her hand into his, thankful for this normal ritual. But the moment her hand disappeared into his larger one, her body turned into one massive raging hormone. Really, it should be illegal for a man to have lashes that long. Small lines in the corner of his eyes added to his looks and gave him character. She thought her crow’s feet made her look old.
He didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to let go of her hand, and it took a second of looking up into his beautiful eyes before she realized she still had her fingers curled around his. “Oh, god, I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand back and wrapped her fingers around her mug. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
Matt huffed a bit of a laugh and winked at her. “I’m usually much smoother than this as well. You seem to have me a bit flustered.”
“I find that highly doubtful.” She took a sip of her tea. The delicate mint and blackberry flavors coated her tongue and warmed her almost as much as touching him had.
“You start from one side, I’ll start from the other, and we’ll see where we are when we get to the middle.” He pushed the small plate holding the croissant toward her. His sleeve slid up his arm, allowing her a glimpse at the bottom of a colorful tattoo on his arm. A fireman and a bad boy. She shifted in her seat a little bit trying to relieve the ache that had taken up residence between her legs. Her mother would have a stroke, but Jocelyn wanted nothing more than to crawl in his lap and see how far up the tattoo went.
She wasn’t certain if he meant that in a way other than the obvious, and her heart pounded against her ribs at the prospect that this big man might be flirting with her. You must be reading this situation wrong. “Do you often wash your fire truck outside in freezing cold weather?” she asked, trying to find a safe topic of conversation.
Matt laughed. The low timbre to his voice, combined with the rough chuckle, sent vibrations streaking straight between her legs. For an insane moment she wondered if he could make her come simply by talking to her. “It’s not that bad out today, and we needed something to keep busy. I haven’t seen you around town before. Were you here for the rodeo?”
“Oh, no, not at all.” She took another sip to wet her dry throat. “I’m here doing research on families in the area, ones who have been around for a long time.”
“Really? I can help you with that. My family was one of the first in the area. The last name is Baldwin.”
Jocelyn almost choked on the decadent piece of croissant she’d just popped into her mouth. She’d just been thinking about avoiding a conflict of interest, and now she was sitting here flirting with a member of one of the families she was investigating. Way to go, Jocelyn.
“How does she taste?”
Matt slid his finger in and out a couple times and then looked up at her. Meeting her gaze, he slipped his finger inside his mouth, slowly sucking the cream off. “Like a tart peach dipped in honey.” He wanted to bury his face between her legs again. He reached up and took her hand from where she was clutching his shirt and led it to her pussy. “Touch yourself, beautiful.” She gasped and pulled from his grip for a moment. Slipping his fingers over the waistband, he pulled her panties down, revealing the small patch of hair that teased him so much.
“Tease Eric a bit more, Jocelyn. He likes to watch. She took a shaky breath and then slowly slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties. He could sense she was nervous about being with both of them, but she needed to understand that they would never do anything to hurt her. The fact that she was willing to play with herself to stroke Eric’s voyeuristic side was a good step in that direction.
Before Matt could make the suggestion, she lifted her fingers to Eric’s face. He gripped her wrist and sucked them deep into his mouth, licking every bit of her cream from her as she watched. “You’re so incredible.” Eric dropped to his knees in front of her as well. Moving away from her, Matt allowed Eric to get close. His cousin lifted one of Jocelyn’s legs and propped it over his shoulder as he cupped her ass and pressed his face between her legs.
“Oh, my god.” Jocelyn gripped handfuls of Eric’s hair and leaned against him.
Matt quickly pulled the covers down the bed and stripped off his shirt and pants. His cock jutted out from his body. Jocelyn’s cries of passion were making him painfully hard as Eric ate her out. He pulled out a strip of condoms from the nightstand and a small bottle of lube and tossed them onto the sheets.
He came up behind her, and his cock twitched against her naked skin. She was practically vibrating with need as he wrapped his hands around her torso and cupped her breasts. Rolling her perfect nipples between his fingers, he kissed a path along her shoulder. “You like being watched don’t you, Jocelyn. I’m watching the way you’re arching your little cunt up against my cousin’s face.”
“So good,” Jocelyn whimpered and pressed her head back against his chest. Her hips were rocking as she dug her heel against Eric’s spine.
“Come for Eric, Jocelyn,” he whispered as he traced her ear with his tongue. “Squeeze the fingers I’m sure he’s pressing up into you and fuck his face.”
He pinched her nipples a little rougher as he spoke, and after a moment or two she let go of Eric’s head with one hand and reached up blindly to cup Matt’s neck.
“That’s right, take what you need. Imagine my cock deep in your ass while Eric is in your cunt. We’ll trap you between us and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been in your life.”
If he’d been the least bit concerned about her reaction to a real ménage, his fears would have been put to rest. As he spoke, her entire body stiffened and curled up slightly as she cried out. He could feel her fingers tightening on his neck, pulling him closer. Her eyes opened, blue eyes unfocused as she rode out her orgasm. Matt caught her as she slumped back against him. Eric wiped at his face with his hand and untangled himself from her legs.
Matt scooped her up and carried her over to the bed while his cousin stripped behind him. Despite just riding through an intense orgasm, Jocelyn speared her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss as soon as her back hit the mattress. He managed to get one knee on the bed when she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pressed her heels into his lower back and lifted her pussy, sliding up and down his length. Her hot wet cunt was at the perfect position for him to plunge into her with one thrust.
“Oh, fuck.” His legs trembled, and he fought the intense urge to thrust the length of his cock into her. He couldn’t wait for the day when he claimed her without a condom, but he wasn’t going to do that without her believing this was forever.
“Here, Matt.” Eric passed him an open condom. Thank god for cousins who can read my mind. Eric bent over and kissed her, distracting her as Matt managed to roll the condom down his length. As soon as he was sheathed, Matt lined himself up and pushed his throbbing erection into her tight soaked cunt.
“Oh, god. Yes, that feels so good.” Jocelyn gripped him like a tight fist, almost preventing him from getting too far before she relaxed enough for him to invade her. He lifted one of her legs over his arm, tilting her pelvis up a bit more, looking for that perfect spot. He’d warned Eric that she was blessed with a sensitive G-spot and he’d managed to get her to come so hard she soaked the bed. He’d already decided his new goal in life was to do that every time.
Eric shifted his position and Jocelyn reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his cousin’s cock. Eric didn’t have a chance to take a full breath before she lead him to her lips. Matt grit his teeth and concentrated on hitting that magical spot in her as she moaned around Eric’s length. Matt could feel her cunt rhythmically clenching on his length, a pulsing pleasure that echoed around his balls, pulling them up tight to his body. He quickly realized he needed a moment to catch his breath before this all ended sooner than he wanted.
Despite his body’s disagreement, he pulled out of Jocelyn and smacked one cheek of her ass. Eric’s eyes flew open at the sound of Matt’s hand connecting on her skin, and he smiled. “Darlin’, roll over onto your knees.”