Sophie Oak - Siren Beloved

“Well, Master, you’ve only been in two,” Lucas replied, a light smile on his face as though he deeply enjoyed being in that exclusive club. “You really don’t have much room to compare. We’ll have to go another round. I have more experience than you.”

Lexi could hear the indignation in Aidan’s little huff. “Your previous experience is over. No more playing around for you. You get two lovers the rest of your life.”

Lexi watched as Lucas’s face tightened, and his eyes took on a glossy sheen. One hand tightened on her hip, but the other moved off. She suspected it now caressed Aidan’s hip. “I don’t want anyone else. Not ever again. This is my home.”

Lexi felt something inside ease. Home . Home wasn’t a place. It was a feeling. It was this amazing sense of comfort and peace. It was a place where she could go and always be accepted and loved for the fucked-up person she was. She never had to apologize for being who she was. She was beloved, and that was all that mattered. Home . It was right here, nestled between the two best men she’d ever met. “I love you. I love you both so much.”

Aidan flexed inside her. “I think I speak for both of us, angel, when I say we love you, too. Always. Marry us.”

There wasn’t a hint of hesitation. Not this time. The first time he’d asked, a vision of Lucas had clouded her brain, but they had just been friends then. Now they were together, and it was perfect. “Yes.”

She would marry them and be the center of a family. It didn’t scare her anymore. It wasn’t an insult to the child she had carried, but a way to honor him. He’d been loved and lost, but she wouldn’t bury that part of her that wanted to be his mother. She would have their babies and watch them grow strong under their fathers’ love.

Lucas pressed up, and Aidan began to pull out. Lexi felt his cock drag along her every nerve. It was a revelation. Jangled, jittery pleasure flooded her ass while Lucas pressed his cock over her G-spot. Lexi couldn’t stop her wail of pleasure.

And then they were off. Lucas fucked into her pussy while Aidan took her ass. Lexi rode the wave. She was tossed back and forth between the men. Every way she went, she was touched and loved and drenched in pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building higher and higher as they rode her body. Aidan ground into her from behind.

“I can’t hold back. God, I can’t wait.” Aidan reached around, his fingers searching. Lexi felt him stroke her clit and then the time for playing was done. She groaned as the orgasm swept through her system. Hot pleasure invaded her veins, starting from deep in her cunt and her ass and radiating outward. She could hear Lucas and Aidan moaning, but it was a distant thing. What was close was the feel of their cum filling her. Hot, wet. She was full of them.

Aidan collapsed, pushing her onto Lucas who kissed her forehead lovingly. “I love you, baby,” Lucas said.

Aidan’s arms surrounded her. His weight pressed against her.

She was whole and safe. Aidan moved to the side, but spooned her while Lucas nuzzled against her breast.

“Get some sleep while you can, angel,” Aidan murmured. “Our honeymoon is starting early.”

If Lexi had any say, it would never end.

Aidan stretched, his limbs much more eager to move after thirty minutes of yoga. He’d had a hot shower and a cup of coffee and was ready to start the day. Aidan stepped off the porch and started to head toward the barn. The early morning sky was a swirl of oranges and purples. It was quiet at this time of the morning. He knew he should be tired, but he’d woken before dawn with a joyful energy that had him ignoring the soreness of his muscles.

Everything was falling blissfully into place. Lexi was here, finally here. He couldn’t help but think about the child they had lost, but he had to be happy about the future. Lexi had agreed to marry him and Lucas. He was getting married.

Aidan felt a ridiculous grin cross his face. It didn’t matter who legally married Lexi. He actually had a thought about how to fix that little polyamorous tangle. Lucas didn’t have any real loyalty to his family. The last Aidan had heard, Senator Cameron was asking his constituents to help pray the gay out of his son. Lucas had one time mentioned changing his name to Barnes, because he felt more loyalty to Jack. But Aidan thought Lucas O’Malley had a certain ring. They were a family. They should share a name.

“Morning, boss.” One of his ranch hands, a middle-aged cowboy named Ron, was leading a big beautiful bay out of the horse barn.

Aidan nodded and tried not to look like a lovesick goofball because all he could think of were the two people he’d left peacefully sleeping in his bed. Lucas and Lexi were tucked in together, their limbs tangled. He hadn’t had the heart to wake them. “Morning, Ron. You seen my brother around?”

The cowboy put a boot in the stirrup and hauled himself easily into the saddle. “He was asleep when I got up. I know he was out late, so I didn’t figure it would hurt to let him sleep in. Dwight rides that boy hard, you know. Bo ain’t a bad kid. He tries.”

That was good to hear. Aidan had only really talked to Dwight for so long, and Dwight couldn’t stand Bo. It was good to hear someone say something nice about Bo. Aidan was willing to forgive and forget. Bo had had a hard time when their father died. It was time to move past it. “I know he tries. I think I’ll wake him up and have him work some with me this morning.”

Ron smiled down, adjusting his hat. “That sounds fine. I think that would be a good thing. He and Dwight are like oil and water, best to keep them apart. I’ll see you later, boss. I’m going to join Al and Barney in the east pasture. Oh, and there’s something wrong with the walkies, so if you need us, you’ll have to ride out.”

Dwight had everyone working the east pasture? It wasn’t what Aidan had planned for the day. The east pasture was the furthest away from the house. He would have to ride twenty minutes to call the men back in. What was wrong with his walkies? The cell service could be spotty that far out, but he made sure every ranch hand kept a radio on his person. He’d checked the system just the day before.

He needed to find Dwight.

In the distance, Aidan could hear Ike barking. Ike barked a lot. He barked at squirrels and passing cars, and anyone he didn’t immediately recognize. He sometimes barked at falling leaves. Aidan laughed. He wasn’t the smartest dog in the world, but he was loyal.

Ike kept barking as Aidan rounded the corner of the barn. He squinted, trying to see what had Ike’s attention. There was a mist coming off the pond where Aidan watered his horses. It coated the world in a hazy, surreal glow. Ike barked, his stubbed tail down. The dog’s whole body looked on edge, every muscle ready to attack.

A terrible pain bit into the back of Aidan’s head as his peripheral vision started to fade. Ike was barking at something in front of the bunkhouse. Over and over, the mangy dog was ceaseless in his warning. Just like…

Suddenly the mist wasn’t a mist anymore. It was a mixture of sand and dirt, whipping through the city. It had been so windy that day. They were on the outskirts of the city, the whole squad patrolling because the brass was sending in some major players and no one wanted a fuckup.

Aidan could hear it. The sound of spattered gunfire. It was just background noise in Fallujah. The world receded, and he was back in hell.

The heat was so much worse than anything Aidan had felt back in Texas. Of course, back in Texas he hadn’t had to carry fifty pounds of gear and wear ceramic-plated body armor. His feet bit into what passed for a road in this torn up, mottled part of the world. God, he wished he was home.