[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, flogging, HEA]
After tragedy strikes, Anita Cummings is left to raise her three children on her own. Or, so she thought. The day her life took a tragic turn became a new beginning of love, friendship, and a new experience into the world of polyamorous relationships upon meeting the crew from the Circle G ranch.
Dave Olson, James Bowman, and Kevin Tisdale have set their sights on the grieving woman. Through the months they show her their love for her is real, and now it is time to claim her.
They prove to her that they will provide for her and protect her, but can she open up her own heart to the three men and trust them with her boys? Everyone at the Circle G is there to help, and when danger comes calling again, dragging her and one of her men into its clutches, can they work together to save them?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Anita had recently lost her husband Craig to an on the job accident. She was then denied his life insurance. Anita struggles everyday to meet the basic needs of her and her sons. Now Craig's boss is determined to coax her into his life and his bed. Dave Olsen, James Bowman, and Kevin Tisdale have desired to show Anita how special she is to them. They fell in love with her long before Craig died, but never acted on it. They knew her marriage was not the best, but would never poach on a married woman. When Anita is assaulted, at the bar she is a waitress at, they can no longer stand by and watch as the danger around her grows. You will be cheering for Anita, her boys and her men. Virgil on the other hand will make you want to wipe the floor with his entitled attitude and Smarmy and oily personality. He is the type character who has no redeeming traits and makes a sociopath look like Suzie homemaker. I wanted to shower every time read about him, because he made my skin crawl to think that there are those who are truly like him living among us. Get ready for steamy and passionate romance scenes to warm your heart and your imagination. Be warned, you could be tempted to go and look for your own Montana triple temptation. Let us know if you find them! With characters so vivid they seem real and a town you might want to live in yourself, how can you deny yourself your very own Cowboy or Cowboys as the case may be. Pick up a copy of Anita's Triple Temptation today and spice up your night." -- Delanna, Night Owl Reviews
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When they had arrived at the Tipsy Tavern, the parking lot was full of various types of vehicles, from beat-up old sedans and pickups to sports cars and a few Mercedes. Not abiding by the signs posted in the parking lot, James pulled his truck up to the front door and parked there, the red-zone being ignored.
The three men barreled out, slamming the doors behind them and pushed their way in the entrance. The bouncer, a large, bald, African-American man, was about to say something to them when a waitress came running up to him from the inside and grabbed at the tree trunk that was his upper arm.
“Wayne! Come!” she demanded, not waiting for a response from him. Turning on his heel, he made his way inside, pushing through the crowd. While some were still listening to the band, others were trying to see what the ruckus was going on further back.
James, Kevin, and Dave followed the man for at least the path had been cleared for them. When Dave heard someone say Anita’s name and it came from the direction they were headed in, ice water hit his veins. Then the sound of flesh striking flesh made his feet move faster.
James and Kevin were right behind him as the crowd seemed to close in on the path the bouncer had made when he had moved through. Pushing his own way through the throng of people, Dave finally came out into an opening where he found the bouncer, Wayne, with a choke hold around Virgil, one cowboy holding his fist, and Virgil holding onto a woman’s wrist.
At first glance, it seemed as if the two men had broken up a lover’s spat. Until James moved around and got a good look at Anita, his face flushed with anger, the color nearing the same as his hair.
Dave’s face went hot with his anger. He took in the whole scenario quickly before demanding, “What the hell is going on here?”
As he said the words, he could see how lax Anita’s body was and he reached out to hold on to her. The man in question weakened from the choke hold the bouncer had on him, causing his hold on Anita’s wrist to loosen and she collapsed into the strong arms of one of her men.
Kevin knelt down next to Anita as Dave pulled Anita to him, holding her to his chest. Rage lit him as he saw the damage the man had done to her face. If Virgil had not been unconscious already, he would have beat the shit out of him himself.
From where he was, Dave wasn’t getting the full picture and as he watched the expressions on his friends’ faces, he knew something was horribly wrong. Laying her down on the floor, he moved around to get a better view. Gasping at what he saw, he turned and glared at the man lying across the floor from Anita, the bouncer now standing over him. Fury drove him as he stood and stepped over to the prostrate man. Leaning down, he raised his right arm and swung it down as hard as he could. The crack of bone was unmistakable through the now silent club.
Moving back to Anita’s side, he looked upon her sweet face again. The purple and blue bruising along her left cheekbone was getting darker by the minute. There was bruising along her jaw and the swelling continued to increase, even though it had already sealed up her eye on her left side. Several cracks in her lips were bleeding as was her nose. To someone who didn’t know her well, she may have been unrecognizable, but to her men, they knew who she was and they knew she belonged to them.
A trim, muscular man wearing the tavern’s logo on his shirt pushed through the crowd. “What the hell happened here?” he asked before spotting Anita on the ground. “Shit! Anita! What happened?”
The two women who had been at the table with Virgil stepped forward, their sexual eye now on the bartender. “She started it. He wanted to order something and she told him she wouldn’t serve him. He got upset with her and she turned and slapped him,” one lady started before looking at the other for confirmation.
“Yeah,” the other one said, picking up the story. “He was just defending himself.”
James stepped forward, towering over the two women, who stood at least a foot shorter than him. “Did she actually hit him?” he said, his voice sounding as if he were growling, his turquoise eyes flashing darker as his anger grew.
The two little tarts stared up at the tall cowboy before them, fear settling in their overly made-up eyes. Glancing at each other, they looked over at Anita, then Virgil, and then back up at James. When they took too long to answer, Kevin stood up next to James, the fury still written on his face.
“Answer him!” he grunted. “Now!”
There was a feral look in his eyes, a desperation she was uncertain of. Kevin wasn’t tender with his kiss. His mouth was bruising and forceful as his tongue thrust into her mouth over and over again as his hand moved up to hold her chin still. He wanted to control the kiss as his tongue seemed to move to memorize her mouth, inch by inch.
Anita moved her hand up, half expecting a demand from Dave to stop, weaving it into his chocolaty unruly hair and held his head down to hers, giving back to him her mouth and tongue, her heart.
Lips mashed together as if they were never going to meet again as two other men watched the erotic interaction. Just that thought alone sent more tremors to her core as more fluid leaked from her slit.
A hand grazed along her heated flesh from her side up to the valley between her breasts. With a flick of a few fingers, her breasts separated as the lacey material sprang apart, freeing her of her bra. The hand then moved to cover a free globe, kneading the flesh, adding to the eroticism being produced.
Kevin finally pulled his mouth away from hers, leaving Anita empty as her hand fell to her side. James moving between her legs caught her attention. Looking down the length of her body, seeing herself laid out for the men, sent warm tingles throughout her body. Continuing downward, she came across an Adonis kneeling before her, his lustful eyes taking her in. Eyes at half-mast, she could tell his breathing was labored as his chest rose and fell heavily, his lips parted sexily.
Looking lower, she eyed the monster of a cock raised in a glorious state out of the patch of bright red hair. She never imagined a man could be as gloriously gifted as the organ rose proudly up his lower abdomen nearly to his navel. It pulsed with his heartbeat, tapping against his abs. She licked her lips unconsciously, soft moans escaping them. That it was lovingly wrapped for her caused her pussy lips to clench together as if calling for him to take her.
His eyes looked hungrily down at what she was offering him and his dick flexed, bouncing against his hard abs as if it was reminding James it was ready to be used. Leaning forward, James’s hands came down to both sides of Anita’s torso, trapping her under his body. The hardness of his cock tapped along her slit as if knocking for permission to enter.
Knowing what she had eagerly anticipated for the past four months was about to occur, Anita couldn’t wait. Her hands moved so quickly her brain didn’t have time to register it before they were on James’s hips, pulling him down so they were hip to hip. Levering himself on his arms, James looked down at her, his eyes wild with passion. “Grab her hands. Hold her still.”
Dave and Kevin each grasped one of her hands and pulled them up over her head, pinning them to the bed. Glancing up at each of them, Anita recognized the glazed over looks they wore as the same one James had.
James shifted slightly and Anita felt the tip of his penis glide down from her clit to her vaginal opening. She had to tell herself this was his moment to direct even though she had the overwhelming desire to thrust her hips up so he would bury himself within her. She wanted these three men to dominate her so she knew she had to let him do to her what he wanted which caused her blood to course madly through her veins. Her breaths were coming in short pants now as anticipation shrouded her.
James moved forward quickly, spearing her cunt with his thick hard cock. Gasping out loud at the intrusion surprised her. She had never been so full before and she felt him still gliding further into her depths. She felt as if he was never going to hit bottom, but when he did, she felt the spry hair at the root of his cock against her now naked pussy, the mushroomed tip against her cervix. Crying out, she felt heat overtake her body as a thin sheen of perspiration began to appear on her skin.
Letting her eyes close at the glorious feeling of James’s manhood filling her insides, Anita savored the feeling of fullness.
“Look at James,” Dave whispered in her ear. “Do not take your eyes off of him as he fucks you. Do you understand?”
Snapping open her eyes, she focused on the dark turquoise orbs beneath the unruly red eyebrows that were looking down at her. For the first time she noticed how when he was aroused the blue coloring changed to a darker color. It was those little nuances that she would have to check out on her other two men to see if they did the same. A sense of pride blanketed her knowing she was the one who was causing the arousal within them and with that thought, she felt her pussy walls flutter as liquid seemed to gush from her womb.
James chuckled. “What was the thought that you just had, sweetheart? It made you even wetter.”
Heat flooded her face and she began to lower her eyes but a swift slap to her right breast had her snapping her eyes back up to James as indignation began to fester within her. How dare she be slapped like a child! Then the pain morphed into pleasure, her nipples pebbling harder and she felt if they put a piece of glass of to her breasts, they could probably cut into the solidness.
Dave’s breath was on her ear again. “Answer him, darlin’, unless you want another slap.” He chuckled before running his tongue around the shell of her ear, then he asked in a whisper, “Or did you enjoy the slap?”