[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Running from a ruthless loan shark, Lilianna Brenner literally dances her way into an intriguing ménage lifestyle with a secretly rich mechanic, Dylan Elliott, and an old west town wood-carver, Hunter Franklin. The men offer her sanctuary in the form of a hiding place behind the secure compound walls where they reside. Plus, they promise their protection against the vicious, persistent criminals chasing her.
Hunter never expected to find a woman to share, however, Lilianna is sexy, strong, and feisty. She’s perfect for them both. If only he can convince Dylan she’s their “one” true love. Dylan never planned on getting married again, although being with Lilianna and sharing her with Hunter makes him consider settling down once more, if only he hadn’t been so badly burned by his ex.
Will they allow Lilianna to have her fairy-tale happily ever after complete with a wedding, or will old conflicts and memories of a bad marriage keep her out of their life forever?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Elle Saint James is a Siren-exclusive author.
Searching quickly for a group of two or three men alone without dates, Lilianna spotted a table with two strapping, very attractive cowboys. Perfect.
They were kicked back, each sipping an icy bottle of beer, and were perfect for her plans, as long as the third empty chair at their table wasn’t occupied.
She strutted up to their table and promptly bent over the back of the empty wooden chair, hoping her boobs were bountiful enough in this shirt to catch their attention. She’d unbuttoned her shirt past her bottom bra edge to aid in this endeavor as she’d selected her song at the jukebox. She then wiggled her shoulders along with the music.
Both men she now exclusively performed for had dark hair. But while the one on her left had simmering bedroom brown eyes and a straight, bright, toothy grin, the other had meltingly hot, metallic, gray eyes that burned through to her soul. He didn’t so much as smile as he smirked with sexual innuendo and definite interest at her dancing.
Each of them had paused to watch her perform for them, beer bottles in hand on the way to a sip. One grinning and one smirking. Both were equally interesting to look at from her perspective. Maybe this was a good idea for more than her initial reason. Her libido did its own unspoken dance of joy at the possibility of some action tonight.
There was no third drink on the table signaling another person, man or woman, and she had their complete attention. She rose, threw her arms over her head and rolled her body to the seductive beat of the song, but she kept eye contact with first one and then the other.
The more she stared at these two men, the more she wanted them, whether or not they also saved her from this precarious situation. It had certainly been a long time since she’d tripped the light fantastic with any guy for some long desired satisfaction.
Dancing for these two made her wonder which one she’d choose. They were both easy on the eyes. Her libido joined the party again, revving her up with each second that went by.
Mr. Seductive Gray Eyes winked at her. He looked vaguely familiar, but she didn’t know where she could possibly know him from in this remote area. She reached out and stroked his arm from shoulder to elbow as her body moved with gymnastic gyrations she hadn’t realized she could do.
He lifted his hand to touch her shoulder, but she was faster, moving away before he connected. She pivoted quickly, doing a perfect pirouette, and turned to face his friend.
Out of the corner of her eye as she’d moved, Lilianna had noticed that Ted was still seated at the bar. His undivided focus was completely on her. He likely wasn’t going to let her do what she wanted, which was leave with anyone else. But she had to try. Had to escape him. Couldn’t let him, or rather Sammy, win. Didn’t want to spend the rest of her days in a black market brothel.
Time to play this act even harder. She needed to get out of here with someone else. Not the guy who would take her immediately to the loan shark she’d run from yesterday in a blind panic. Sammy Heller wanted her to pay for her dead cousin’s debt. She disagreed that Mick’s unpaid track losses were now her obligation because of their family connection.
Screw Mick’s debts. She’d had nothing to do with his appetites for gambling, either good or bad. She refused to pay a cent toward his addiction. Especially not after his untimely death.
But Sammy wasn’t above doing his best to kidnap her and make her pay or forfeit her freedom, regardless of her thoughts on the matter.
She’d heard plenty of stories about how Sammy resolved the issues of deadbeats who failed to pay what they owed even after they passed on to the next spiritual realm. She wanted no part of it. So she’d run. And now she danced. Time to ensure her future freedom.
Lilianna turned her attention completely on the two men she was trying to coax into taking her out of here.
Sprawled comfortably in his wooden chair with his back against the wall, the guy with the bedroom brown eyes watched her intently for several moments, then motioned her to move closer. So she did.
She danced her way close enough to put one of his legs between her thighs. She ground down on him and noticed movement beneath the fly of his well-worn jeans. Perfect.
Lilianna pushed even closer. Her hands pressed against the wall, bracketing his shoulders. The delectable, manly smell of him rushed into her lungs as she rolled her body seductively over his in a mock dance as old as time itself. Trying to dance sexy and attract this man’s attention wasn’t much of a chore. Her libido leapt forward with a roar the moment she’d gotten into his masculine sensory range.
Her clit—directed by her horny, neglected libido—throbbed alive, wishing for release with this sexy man. This thought so shocked her, Lilianna started to move away. What was she getting herself into? Was publicly trying to seduce a perfect stranger into taking her out of this bar as the entire crowd watched a bad idea? Maybe, although her libido absolutely did not agree.
But it didn’t matter. It was too late anyway.
Before she could back away, his free hand lifted to her waist. Curling around her hip, landing near the base of Lilianna’s spine, his very persuasive fingers pressed into her flesh. Mr. Bedroom Eyes now had a solid hold on her. And she liked it a lot.
She looked up at the ceiling, and then drilled a sultry, playful gaze his way. “I’m not about to be dangling from that light fixture, am I?”
Hunter glanced up at the chandelier and fell just a little bit more in love with her. “Not tonight.”
Lilianna leaned forward, arms still crossed, and pushed her face against his chest. Then she kissed him and whispered, “You smell so incredibly good.”
“Oh yeah. What do I smell like?”
“Danger and lust.” Totally in love with her.
He tucked her hair behind her one ear touching her for the first time since she’d entered his domain. Then he couldn’t hold back any longer. He swooped in for a surprise kiss. He wasn’t disappointed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, just as he put his hands beneath her thighs, lifting her up against his rigid cock. The kiss was explosive. She nearly gnawed his face off, and he loved it.
Loved her aggression. Loved her enthusiasm. Loved her. What?
His more than tender feelings for her startled him a bit. Time to see what she was made of.
Hunter squeezed her legs, digging his fingers into her flesh. He then walked her to the wall next to the nightstand and pushed her back up against the flat surface. The look of utter wicked delight she gifted him with sent his heart pounding. She tightened her legs around his waist and pushed her pussy into his cock.
He kissed her mouth with a punishing firmness. She again gave as good as she got.
Squeezing her hips again, he broke from her mouth and trailed nibbling kisses down her neck on the way to her shoulder. When he took a harder little bite out of the top of her arm, she pulled away and gazed at him with such visceral lust, he almost lost it. Almost. But he wanted his cock in her pussy too much.
“I want to fuck you against this wall,” he said practically growling the demand.
“Then do it. What are you waiting for?” she asked, as dark sexual innuendo dripped from her tone.
He pulled away from the wall, taking her with him. She dropped her legs to the floor, and they separated a few inches. She grabbed both sides of the front of his shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew through the air in her wake to remove the garment as fast as possible.
The look in her eye was that of a woman deeply eager for a fast, hard fuck. He wanted to give it to her with a desperation he’d never felt before.
Once his shirt was torn open, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to his naked chest. She took another little sniff before retreating with a sweet moan as if delighted. His cock pulsed as she made the sexy sound. Blood pounded through his veins, he could hardly think past his primitive lust for her.
Hunter leaned down to get a condom before his lizard brain took over and he was unable to think rationally. She went to work on his pants and had them unfastened, unzipped, and pushed down to his thighs in seconds.
However, he was unprepared for her to grab his cock with her bare hand and sink her luscious lips around his head.
“Fuck me,” he murmured to himself, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her tongue wrapped around the head of his cock.
She squeezed the base of his dick and slid him even deeper inside her warm luscious mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head. No amount of statistical sports data would have helped stop the inevitable, but she ceased the glorious torture in the nick of time before he embarrassed himself like a teenage boy masturbating to his first girlie magazine.
Fuck me, that felt so fucking good.
Gratefully, she took the condom from his fingers and had it rolled on his pulsing cock quickly. She shot her arms around his neck again and kissed him like she wanted him to—well—fuck her hard, fast, and deep against the nearest wall.
He kissed her for a few minutes, but then parted from her. It took every ounce of willpower to release her. “Turn around,” he said in a deep tone he only barely recognized.
She was breathing hard. Her eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Face the wall.”
“So I can drive my cock deeper inside your slick, hot pussy.” Her eyes widened with his simplistic explanation, but she still didn’t move.
He physically turned her to face the wall, and gratefully, she moved and didn’t fight him or refuse. She seemed to brace herself for whatever he was about to do, widening her stance. He shot his fingers through the locks hair at the back of her head. “Put your hands on the wall, and get ready for me, baby.”
Without further protest, she lifted her arms and put her palms against the painted surface. Cock in one hand, guiding it to her pussy, he moved closer and tugged on her hair. “You gonna hate me if I pull on your hair a little bit, as I fuck you.”
“Nope.” Her tone, while still speculative didn’t sound frightened. He didn’t want to scare her. He just wanted to fuck her against the wall.
He wrapped his free hand around her waist, pushed his cock between her pussy lips, and drove a hard thrust to the hilt inside her heat. Grasping his dick like a slick, hot, velvet vise, her pussy was tight and much like sinking his cock into the place where unyielding, pleasurable delight lived.
Fuck, she felt so fucking good. Once enveloped inside, he never wanted to leave.
Hunter withdrew partway and slammed inside once more. The second thrust was better than the first, and the first had been fucking awesome.
He pushed the upper half of her body flat against the wall, dropped one hand between her thighs to find and stroke her clit, and then started fucking her as hard, fast, and deep as he could.