by Robin Gideon

On the Bayou 2
Lust on the Bayou
[Siren Menage Amour: Alternative, Menage a Quatre, Multiple Partners, BDSM, Sex Toys, Bondage, Spanking, Public Exhibition, MMMM, HEA]
If there’s anything that intern Evan Anderson knows, it’s that getting involved in an office romance is a recipe for disaster. But never in his wildest nightmares did he imagine a situation where he would not only fall in love with one of the men he worked with…he’d fall in love with three of them.
Adam Carver is an alpha male who writes his own rules, and follows no one’s orders but his own. His best friend, a beta male, Michael, is the same way. The two of them, with Jared as their sub, have got their life exactly the way they want it…until the new intern in the office, Evan, catches them in a passionate encounter…and wants to join them. But can a loving threesome become a loving foursome, or will Evan’s inclusion spell doom for a love that had seemed meant for the ages?
Length: 38,200 words
LUST ON THE BAYOU
On the Bayou 2
Robin Gideon

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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
Lust on the Bayou
Copyright © 2019 by Robin Gideon
ISBN: 978-1-64637-000-9
First Publication: October 2019
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This one is for Keith and Kristin.
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Robin Gideon is the author of numerous contemporary and historical erotic romances for Siren. She lives in the upper Midwest with her husband, dog, and cat. She loves hearing from her readers and can be reached at [email protected].
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
LUST ON THE BAYOU
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
LUST ON THE BAYOU
On the Bayou 2
ROBIN GIDEON
Copyright © 2019
Chapter 1
Jared Thurman could feel the tension in the room, and it had nothing to do with the upcoming travel arrangements he had arranged. The tension had everything to do with sex, though that was the last thing that he wanted to think about. At least for now. He always tried to put work first on his list of priorities, but that wasn’t always an easy task. Not when he worked for two gorgeous men.
“You’ll fly to Chicago, leaving at 2 p.m., and from there you’ll go to New York, and then to Berlin,” Jared said, trying very hard to not sound aroused by the possibilities of what might soon happen in the office. “Your stay in Berlin will be slightly more than a day and a half, but only if negotiations go well. Then you’ll fly to Moscow—though there’ll be a couple stops along the way—and in Russia negotiations are going to be significantly more difficult, considering the current administration’s views on the sanctions which were just enacted. The Russians are seriously pissed about them.”
Adam Carver said, “The Russians are always pissed off about something. At least this time they’ve got a reason that makes some sense. It makes it easier to negotiate when it’s not all just hot air.”
Jared looked at the man he worked for, and thought him not only to be the most handsome man he’d ever set his eyes on, but also the wisest man he’d ever known.
He also had a cock that was to die for. But that was another matter for another time, Jared told himself. Business first…at least in theory.
“The final stage of your journey will be to Paris, but this should be a relatively painless stop, considering our firm’s virtual strangle-hold on the company’s business relationship with all the companies in the UK. The French company should fold up their tent and give you everything you’re asking for in less than three hours. If they hold out longer than six hours, I’d be seriously surprised.” Getting increasingly nervous, he cleared his throat. “You should be away from the office between ten and fourteen days. It all depends upon how negotiations go.”
Jared paused a moment, and leaned back against Adam’s desk. He felt the quickening of his heart as he sensed the pre-trip meeting was about to come to an end. When he looked at Adam and Michael Bennett, he couldn’t decide which one he lusted for more, which one he loved more, or whether or not his inability to decide made any difference at all.
“It seems that you’ve planned everything out wonderfully,” Michael said. He leaned back in his chair, and Jared had to fight the urge to look down from the man’s eyes to his crotch. Was he already hard? Jared willfully intent on not finding out. At least not yet.
“Thank you,” Jared said, trying with some difficulty to be diplomatic, and to not sink to his knees and reach for the man’s zipper. “I’ve tried, as it were, to see into the future, and I think I’ve taken into account whatever difficulties you might discover during your time away from the office.”
Adam asked, “So we’ll be away from you for the longest number of days since you started working for us?” The undercurrent of sexual tension was thick in every word that he spoke. “It seems like a terribly long time to be away from my…comforts of home.”
He put a special libidinous inflection on the word “comforts.” A shiver went through Jared.
“We haven’t,” Jared said, his response immediate. There was electricity shooting through his veins. “Not since I first started as an intern for the two of you. This will be”—his words caught for a moment in his throat—“the longest time that the three of us have ever been away from each other.”
“Well, then,” Adam said, “I think we should make the most of what little time we have together.”
“But there’s still the other matter,” Jared said, determined to be as professional as possible, and handle all of his duties, despite the enormous allure of the two men in the room with him. “The one about the new intern. What do you want me to do with him?”
“The first thing you have to do is make sure that he doesn’t get under my feet,” Adam said sharply. “Make sure he’s got something to do, and that it’s somewhere far from my office.” He sighed, clearly not liking that he would soon have an intern. “He’s here because my mother has a friend who has a friend who has a grandson who needs a job, or something like that.” He sighed again, and Jared had to resist the urge to come closer and put his arms around him. “He’s only here through the summer. In the fall he goes back to Loyola University on some scholarship, and that’ll be the end of it. Give him a desk in
the outer office next to yours, and keep him busy.” Adam looked directly into Jared’s blue eyes. “Consider it your job to keep him as far away from me as possible. Understood?”
Jared smiled and replied, “Understood.” He took a step away from the desk, turning his back on the two men, and wondered whether or not he should pull down the zipper of his Dockers, or whether he should ask them to do that for him.
“You’ll be gone quite a long time,” Jared said, his tone softer than it had been earlier. He was looking at the door of the office, but not really seeing it. “That might cause some complications.”
“Oh?” Michael replied. Of the three men, he was the least talkative, the most introspective. It wasn’t uncommon for him to go the better part of a day or two without saying more than just a few words. It wasn’t that he was offish, he just didn’t talk unless he had something important to say.
“How so?” Adam asked. There was an undercurrent in the few words that he spoke that hinted at suppressed violence…or was it possessive jealousy?
“With the two of you being gone so long, it’s likely that I’ll get both horny and lonely. And you know how terrible it is to be lonely, and how awful it is to be horny and not have someone special there to turn your passions toward.”
He turned, and a shiver of anticipation went through Jared when he looked into Michael’s eyes and saw the electricity glowing in those tawny depths. When he had looked at Adam, the response was the same.
Jared had elicited precisely the reaction from Adam and Michael that he had hoped for.
“There’s not much time,” Jared said, his tone significantly softer now, and not even hinting at professionalism, as it had earlier. “And we’re going to be away from each other for sooo long.” He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. “Shouldn’t we make the most of what little time we have together?”
“I’m supposed to be the Alpha Dom,” Adam said, his voice hardly more than a whisper, “but I’m always suspecting that you’re really the one who holds the reins.”
Jared smiled, and once again the tip of his tongue moistened his lips. He knew the effect it had on Adam, and it was precisely the one that he wanted. His sexual self-confidence was on a rocket blasting to the stars.
“Reins? You’ve never done that to me,” Jared replied, fighting against the urge to jerk down his zipper and pull out his cock, which was rapidly getting longer that thicker, despite the restrictions of the clothing imprisoning him. “You’ve tied me up with your necktie, but never used reins to subdue me.” He smiled coquettishly. “Is that like a pony thing? I didn’t think you were into that?” He smiled. “I’m not saying you can’t, I’m just saying I’m a little surprised.” His smile turned as bit naughty. “I might even go so far as fascinated.”
“You’re playing with fire,” Adam said, his voice hardly more than a whisper, yet carrying the authority of a man who couldn’t—or shouldn’t—be messed with. “You’re going to get burned.”
“No,” Jared replied. “I’m not going to get burned….I’m going to get fucked.”
Jared was already sinking to his knees in the executive office when Adam put a hand atop his head, then curled his fingers into a fist in Jared’s hair. He was taking control of the situation in a dominating way that left no room for interpretation as to who was in charge.
Jared was looking up into Adam’s chocolate brown eyes when his knees touched the wine-colored, thickly carpeted floor. Adam stood well over six feet, but when Jared was kneeling, he seemed so much taller than that. Jared was trembling with anticipation, though he was trying to pretend that he wasn’t as aroused as he really was. As each second passed, his cock was getting thicker and longer, the erection becoming more uncomfortable for him constantly.
He watched without blinking as Adam pulled down his zipper.
He’s wearing silk underwear, Jared realized with a thorough dose of social justice warrior bitterness. Of course he wears silk underwear. Why wouldn’t he? He can afford anything he wants. What must it be like to live in a world where nothing is beyond your financial reach?
He was also trying to pretend that this was the first time that he’d seen Adam’s underwear, or realized that he always wore silk.
Jared watched as Adam brought his cock out through the fly of his hand-tailored trousers. His erection was almost fully formed, but even though it had not yet reached its full stature, it was already formidable, impressive in countless ways, particularly in the ones that truly mattered to Jared. Upon seeing it, Jared’s mouth began to water, salivating with anticipation of what he knew he would soon be savoring. Adam was a meal that Jared was waiting to devour.
“We’re going to be gone for many days,” Michael said as he moved around the desk, and then positioned himself slightly to the left of Adam. “We’ll need you to fortify us for the trip to come, and just as importantly, give us confidence that you’ll make us happy the instant that we return.”
On his knees, looking up into Michael’s eyes, Jared said softly, “Trust me, when you return, I’ll make you happy that you are back home. I want you to think about that every minute you’re away from me.”
Michael pulled his cock out through the fly of his trousers. He was already fully erect. Jared watched as a vein pulsed hotly along the upper surface of the broad, almost flat shaft of his erection.
So much cock, Jared thought as he wrapped his fingers around the shafts of two men who were impressive in so many ways. He smiled, fully aware of the bounty he possessed. And all for myself. Sometimes I can be a greedy little shit, can’t I?
Jared leaned forward and planted a light, smacking kiss on the head of Adam’s cock. Before he could respond completely, Jared kissed the crown of Michael’s cock, then flicked his tongue against the slit. After the third lick, he tasted a salty drop of pre-cum, and Jared purred like a barn-born kitten being given fresh milk from a Holstein for the first time.
“Deeper,” Michael said through clenched teeth. “As deep as you can. I want your whole fucking mouth.”
“You can have,” Jared replied, tonguing lightly on the head of his cock, “whatever you’re willing to take.”
It was a saucy, taunting statement, and Jared knew that he would have to answer for it in just a matter of seconds. He was a sub who knew his Doms, and what tripped their libido triggers.
“Impudent little piece of ass, aren’t you?” Adam said.
But Adam didn’t give him the chance to answer because he thrust his hips forward, filling Jared’s mouth with hard cock, making it impossible to speak, and very difficult to even breathe.
Jared closed his eyes as he tightened his lips around the throbbing shaft of Adam’s cock. Though his mouth was full, and the bulbous head of the cock was pushing firmly against the opening of his throat, he held less than a third of his Alpha Dom’s powerful erection in his mouth. Possibly with a lesser man he could deep throat, but with Adam’s thickness and length, to even try to take more would be an act of frivolity, an attempt certain to fail. More than anything else, the man was simply too thick.
He started to stroke Adam’s cock as he sucked him, but then his hand was batted away by Michael.
“Just your mouth,” Michael said, his tone low and authoritative. “When you use your hand, I can’t see your lips on his cock.”
Jared lowered his hand, and then, after a moment, he put both of his hands behind his back, pantomiming being handcuffed. He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around his left wrist, then leaned forward so that the head of his lover’s cock pushed even more firmly against the opening of his throat.
It wasn’t until he was at the verge of gagging that he leaned back until nearly the entire crown of Adam’s cockhead was out of his mouth. He was breathing deeply through his nostrils. There was an intense eroticism in the strain he was going through.
“Oh, yes,” Adam said as Jared tongued the slit of his crown. “That’s just the way I like it.”
A soft, purring sound came
from Jared’s throat as he began to weave slowly back and forth, dragging his lips over Adam’s cock, and then Michael’s. Now that he was on his knees, he was in no hurry to have them reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Soon enough—sooner than he wanted, to be sure—they would be on a jet plane and headed out of New Orleans. When they were gone he would miss his road warriors desperately, though he was already relieved in knowing that soon they would return home—and when they did, they would want him with a lustful exuberance that would be feverish in its intensity. There was a definite upside to their leaving town, and it always happened when they returned.
Jared tilted his head back on his shoulders and looked up at Michael. The man’s eyes were closed, and the expression on his face was one of utter serenity. Jared couldn’t have wished for anything more. He filled his mouth with the man’s cock, then pulled back slowly, using his tongue constantly to eke out every last bit of pleasure he possibly could before letting the hard, lusty flesh slip completely out of his mouth. He kissed the head of Michael’s cock one last time before turning his attention to Adam.
Looking up at Adam, he asked, “You love me, don’t you?”
Adam smiled down at him, then said, “Always…but especially when you’re on your knees.” He smiled roguishly. “I suppose that’s a moral failing on my part.”
“Good answer,” Jared replied, then pushed his lips over the crown of Adam’s cock, using his tongue on the underside in a way that he knew Adam liked.
Jared felt Adam’s hand slide gently over the top of his skull, then cup the back of his head. With gentle but insistent force he pulled Jared closer, not stopping until the crown of his cock was pushing firmly—almost threateningly—against the opening of his throat. The move was that of a Dom who was proving his control over a sub, and Jared knew it…and that’s what made it just a little more erotic than it otherwise would have been.