[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition]

Stella Gilbert, lowly file clerk for a law firm, wants to pay off her secret debt incurred right before her mother died. Her pride won’t allow a man to pay her bills, unlike her mother, who had no problem with a man, any man, paying for everything.

Dominick Hunter and Tyler Wilson want to see to the completion of the newly constructed DRMC headquarters and sexual playground in Ryder, Colorado before moving back to their own property up north. They expect to enjoy their membership even more with the new “Stadium” for their annual live sex shows. But a beautiful, stranded accident victim, found outside the gates of the DRMC property, with excellent cooking skills and a strong curiosity about their unbridled lifestyle makes them reconsider their plans of leaving the state.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Elle Saint James is a Siren-exclusive author.

Unbridled and Unbound (MFM)
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2012 VRWA Award of Merit for Extra Spicy / Erotic Category

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Dark descended over the land rapidly in this area at the shadowed edge of the mountains. The temperatures would drop even more quickly, and she was already feeling the chill air in her dead car. She could bear up to endure hypothermia or open the door.

Stella heard his muffled voice again. It was a deep timbre.

She reached over and manually unlocked her door. What else could she do? Nothing.

He opened the door slowly, pulling it up like a hatch door on a submarine. He then pushed his shoulder against it to keep it from slamming shut. No small feat since her car was pointed nose down and sideways in a ditch.

He pulled his helmet off. “Are you hurt?” he asked in a slightly raised voice. The wind whipping around outside was picking up speed, making conversation a challenge. She felt the biting cold wind through her too-thin shirt.

Stella glanced up into his face and almost stopped breathing. She smiled at him. He grinned back. Her knight in a dark blue parka was beautiful. Dark brown hair, blazing blue eyes, and a smile to die for complete with dimples were all wrapped up in her rescuer’s package.

She was dumbfounded for a response. What had he asked?

“Ma’am. Are you hurt? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

His words finally seeped through. “Oh! No. I’m fine. Just stranded.”

“Let me help you out of there, and we can head back to my ranch. When the sun goes down the temperature’s really going to drop.”

He reached a gloved hand her way. She declined to take it. “I’m sorry.” She hesitated. She could see the puzzlement in his expression as the wind whipped at his parka hood. “The thing is, I’m not in the habit of going home with strangers.”

A fierce gust of wind pushed against the door, and he had to push even harder to hold it open. “I don’t think you have much of a choice, ma’am. It’s getting very cold very fast, and I can’t just leave you out here in it. The road is already closed in the direction you were heading because there was an accident. You wouldn’t have gotten much farther anyway.”

“I see.” She paused and cycled the information through her brain. Going off alone with a strange man wasn’t usually a good idea. “Is your wife there? Back at your ranch, I mean?” Don’t be married. Don’t be married.

“Uh. No. I’m not married,” he replied with a grin. “My friend Tyler is on the other snowmobile. The two of us are the only ones here.”

Stella sighed in resignation. The warm mist from her breath exited her lungs like a steam-powered train into the cold air around her. It was shatteringly freezing in her car with the door even partly open. She wouldn’t last another fifteen minutes out here alone in her vehicle.

Giving in to the rational part of this situation and accepting help, she asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dominick Hunter.” He reached out his gloved hand again. This time she took it. “I’m sure this is what everyone says, but I do promise that I won’t hurt you. I’m just trying to be a Good Samaritan. No one else in a vehicle will likely be through here until the snowstorm blows over in a couple days. And I very simply won’t leave you here all alone. Your choices are go with me to my nice, warm house or I stay with you in your soon to be bitterly chilled car.”

The wind whistled through the trees on either side of the road. She appreciated that he didn’t try to rush her when he likely wanted nothing more than to get out of the arctic weather. “Okay. You’re right. I’ll go with you. My name is Stella Gilbert. Thank you very much for helping me.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.” She saw his dimples again and a little thrill flew down her spine. Was it because she was about to abandon her car, or because her rescuer was so attractive?

“Please call me Stella.”

“Yes, ma’am, Stella it is.” He waited patiently as she gathered her purse, dug in the passenger wheel well for her useless phone, and grabbed her coat with her free hand.

The icy wind took her breath away as she stepped free of her car. She quickly donned her inadequate coat, which only barely helped warm her. Damn, it was cold out here. He motioned her to follow him, but waited to walk along side her. Out of habit, she pointed her key fob at her vehicle and pushed the button to lock her car, but didn’t see any lights or hear the familiar chirp signaling it was safely secured. She dropped her arm and pushed out a long sigh of despair. The probable death of her vehicle was a problem she’d have to save for later. She walked carefully along the road towards his snowmobile. The one time she slipped but didn’t fall, Dominick fastened his gloved hand around her elbow and steered her through the knee-deep snow.

The wind whistled around and relentlessly plastered the three of them with torrents of white flakes. He brushed off the seat and started the snowmobile before helping her onto the back of his vehicle.

He handed her his helmet. “Here, put this on. I have my parka hood.”

“Thanks.” She slung her purse on her shoulder and maneuvered the helmet on her head. The spicy scent of his cologne still graced the inside of the mask. The dual purpose of the gear not only kept her head warm, but it also smelled very delicious and manly.

Grateful that she’d worn slacks today instead of a skirt, Stella mounted the snowmobile like a horse. Hopefully, the vehicle wouldn’t buck her off like the mechanical bull in that bar she’d visited in Texas during spring break in college. She had to last a lot longer than eight seconds on this seat for the coming ride.

The moment Dominick slid in front of her she placed her hands on his waist. She was strangely comforted by his presence. He was her rescuer, after all. She would owe him a favor. She wondered how she would pay him off. The warmth of his legs seeped through the slight material of her slacks and into her opened thighs, which were already sodden at the hems all the way to mid-calf. Warming as the heat of his legs seeped into her body, she contemplated again what gratitude she’d be willing to offer. Perhaps a mutual pleasure.




Alone with Tyler, Stella wondered what was scheduled next.

“Turn over,” he said.

She smiled and turned to rest her stomach on the bed. He climbed behind her, straddled her hips and massaged her back like a pro. Ten seconds of his magic hands and Stella was moaning in pleasure.

“Your hands are amazing.”

“Thanks. You have the silkiest skin I’ve ever touched.”

“Get undressed and then come back.”

“Great idea.” He hopped off the bed, stripped down quickly, and returned before she knew it. The telltale sound of a condom package opening was the only thing that broke the silence.

Tyler returned to the bed and continued his massage for a few minutes, but soon pulled her hips up off the bed. “Get on all fours for me, honey.”

“Okay.” She laughed. “What are you going to do to me?”

He kissed one shoulder. “Make you scream in climax again.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Seriously, three times had to be her capacity.

“Well, I’d still like to try.”

“Or you could just have sex with me.”

“Sorry, honey, I need to hear you come again first. Preferably while my cock is buried deeply inside your pussy.”

For the moment his cock was digging into one of her ass cheeks. The idea of having him fuck her from behind sent a thrill of excitement down her spine. Maybe she could climax one more time. If she did, the fourth time would be her personal best in a single day. And more significantly, it would mark the first time she’d had multiple orgasms in a twenty-four-hour period but wasn’t all alone with a vibrator to accomplish the task.

Tyler reached a hand around and pushed his finger into her clit and rubbed. She moaned as the vibrant tendrils of arousal spun through her limbs. What a great continuation to a record-breaking day of orgasmic bliss. Skin to skin, Tyler felt great. Although he had a much different masculine scent, it was still as intriguing as Dominick’s. Tyler suddenly shifted his hand and inserted two fingers into her pussy. He pumped them in and out a few times as her pussy gushed in anticipation of what was to come.

Stella sighed when he nibbled on the back of her neck and also went back to fingering her clit. She reached behind her and gripped his cock one-handed. He groaned in her ear the moment she touched him with her bare fingers. She stroked up and down his stiff cock. Each stroke heightened her arousal. Suddenly Dominick seated himself on the bed in front of her. He helped her to her knees and then promptly captured a nipple between his lips, sucking it firmly into his mouth.

She pulled in a deep, surprised breath. There was something to be said about having four masculine hands doing everything possible to bring about a vivid orgasm. Dominick’s warm mouth teased, licked, and sucked first one nipple and then the other. Meanwhile, Tyler stroked her clit with rampant attention as his hips rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling his cock through her fingers.

Stella wanted sex. She was ready. Shifting her hand to place his thrusting cock between her legs, Stella pointed the tip of him at her pussy and thrust her hips backward to give him a hint of what she was ready to experience.

Tyler pulled his hand from her clit and guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Stella’s body shuddered in anticipation of his penetration. Dominick still played with her breasts as Tyler pushed his cock all the way into her pussy with one hard thrust.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good.” Tyler pulled out quickly and pierced her again faster, harder, and deeper. Just as she got used to the rhythm, one of Tyler’s fingers invaded her rear hole just past the ring of muscles. The sudden anal penetration as he fucked her pussy zoomed her arousal straight up. The juice on his fingers from stroking her clit easily aided his entry. With each thrust of his cock, he also pushed his finger a bit deeper into her rear hole, stretching her deliciously. The experience was amazingly carnal.

Just as she thought about slipping a hand down to finger her own clit, Dominick reached between her legs and started stroking her there as if he’d read her mind.

The sensations of having so many male hands bringing her pleasure overwhelmed her. Stella had never felt so satisfied in her life. Her fourth orgasm of the day, the one she didn’t think she’d be able to generate, suddenly pulsed through her body.

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