Box Set #65: The Bridled Complete Trilogy (All 3 books for $3.99)
In Bridled and Branded, Lynlee Lewis is out to claim the man she fell for when he was just a boy. Blaine McCain never noticed her affection years earlier, and he has a habit of rarely traveling behind a bedroom door alone. As Lynlee pursues him, she finds herself threatened by a man whose wife is no stranger to Blaine, and he intends to turn Blaine’s life upside down with a package full of problems.
In Bridled and Saddled, Lynlee has married Blaine McCain, a man she adores, embraced his lifestyle, and learned what it means to be a wanted woman—in more ways than one. A madman is out to kill her because she was able to escape and can now identify him. Lynlee returns to the mountains of North Carolina where the McCain brothers vow to keep her safe. She learns several men are willing to die for her, but there is also more than one lunatic who want her dead.
In Bridled and Bucked, Lynlee is the target of another madman. But even after the McCain brothers put one lunatic to rest, another is waiting his turn to strike. Blaine has learned the only way to keep his wife safe is to share her with those most capable of guarding her. Will the McCain brothers and their friend Rhett Mitchel save Lynlee from the new threat? And what will they risk to do so?
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BRIDLED AND BRANDED
His hot breath was at her ear, his tongue lapping at her lobe. “You don’t know what to expect, but at the same time, anticipation isn’t at all what it’s cracked up to be, and you don’t want to wait.” His lips covered her shoulder, and more than kissing, he deliberately sucked at her skin until she rolled her head to the side.
“Beautiful,” Rhett said, stepping in front of her. “So gorgeous.” His gaze settled on her breasts, and he reached for her, moving away from the comforter covering him.
Blaine gave her a gentle push, and with his help, she stood between Rhett’s open legs. Blaine didn’t desert her once Rhett showered her breasts with the attention a woman wanted and needed. Instead, his hands moved over her, cupping the shape of her bottom, pinching and releasing her globes with a carnal growl slipping from his chest.
Rhett’s teeth scraped over a nipple. Blaine’s hands manipulated her, caressing her shoulders, mid-back, and then her ass all over again, massaging his way around her body like he already knew every inch.
Her hand fell to the warm shade of chocolate hair swaying around her. Since she’d met Rhett, she’d longed to know the texture of those curls, fist a handful as he kissed her. Kissing her was precisely what he did while Blaine groped her from behind, grinding against her bottom in erotic maneuvers resembling the dirtiest of dances.
Rhett’s tongue propelled over her, touching her nipples, lapping at the valley between her breasts and finally kissing tiny circles around her belly. He dropped his head and blew a hot stream of steady air over her opening.
“Nice,” Rhett commented. “Very pretty.”
She was high now, intoxicated on a feeling she hadn’t expected to have. The emotions crossing in the middle clashed together like cymbals, and the way they collided made for a detrimental combination. Would she crave this kind of pleasure after experiencing two men?
At her back, she had the man she loved urging her to take the moment and make it their own. In front, she watched a man who approached her with nothing more than lust driving him. What woman wouldn’t want two handsome cowboys doting on her body?
“Good God, woman, you’re a pleasure,” Rhett said. His tongue remained committed, doing a man’s job, lapping at her skin as if so hungry to please.
“I told you,” Blaine said, licking his way up her nape and then brushing a kiss on her cheek in passing. “And I’m telling you,” he whispered, “this is all for you, Lynlee. Relax and enjoy.”
Rhett tugged her toward him all at once, and she landed flat against him. “Spectacular body,” he said, exploring her breasts again, licking them as he tweaked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. “Ah, yeah, Lynlee. You’re one sexy woman.”
She was quiet, something of a first for her, but she heard the gasp fall from her lips when she felt Blaine’s hands part her globes. “Will you let me ride this pretty little ass? Come on, Lynlee, say yes. I always want to be your first.”
Instead of addressing any potential taboo limitations, she simply said, “You’re going to fuck me at the same time.”
“You’re not asking, Lynlee,” Rhett said, watching her. “You already know we are.”
Blaine patted her bottom. “But I’ll be gentle.”
Rhett winked. “He’ll treat you like a china doll.” Reaching for his pants strewn across the bed, he pulled out a small tube of lube and handed it to Blaine. Then, he took two condoms from the pocket and ripped both foil packets with his teeth. “Suit up. I’m horny.”
Lynlee couldn’t believe the eroticism of a ménage undertaking. The night held more in store, and she couldn’t calm her nerves down so she could simply enjoy the various sensations. She tried to talk herself down, but the more they touched her, the more her arousal spiked.
Blaine pampered her every step of the way, and when Rhett first penetrated, nothing could’ve been more beautiful. Blaine eased her over his body, and with each stroke, he moved with her, guiding her up and down, gripping her waist in an effort to help her bounce over Rhett in the exact timing only he could set.
“Rhett, take it easy, buddy, real nice and slow.” He nipped at her shoulder. “You like that, don’t you, doll?”
“Yes,” she muttered, curving her arm around her back and cupping his neck so she could caress the hair thick against his nape.
“Very nice,” she said, eyeing Rhett.
“Always,” Rhett growled. Everything about the way he fucked her was about the act, and there wasn’t any denying his dedicated cause. The lust drove them. She found the way he approached her intoxicating.
He’d looked at her like she was a piece of fresh meat, biting down on his bottom lip when he entered her and growling when he sank into her body. “Damn, Blaine,” he said. “She’s so fucking wet.”
Blaine had immediately pulled her up, allowing her the opportunity to find her pace, set her rhythm, and ride as she wanted to ride, but maintaining control, and she needed his guidance.
The friction between their bodies was quite different. Rhett’s cock appeared flaccid prior to entry, and he seemed to stuff his dick into her pussy like he might tuck something away in a pocket.
He rubbed her clit with every stroke he gave her, and a few times, she could’ve exploded, riding the first orgasm out within seconds after penetration. But Blaine intervened, pulling her back toward his chest and choosing when she could fall over Rhett’s cock once more.
“So sexy, baby,” Blaine said, pressing his hands against her ass.
“Such a perfect body,” Rhett agreed.
“Gorgeous woman,” Blaine crooned. “I’m going right here, baby.” With the advanced notice, he moved behind her, and a thick finger parted her cheeks. The real warning came when a squirt of lube followed the quick shift of Blaine’s body.
“Blaine,” she rasped, unable to move or grind against Rhett.
The anticipation wreaked havoc on her soul and her body. While enveloping one, she prepared for another.
“Please,” she whimpered and chastised herself for sounding desperate. But she was.
BRIDLED AND SADDLED
Apparently, in matters of size and ability, Lantry was well credited for past performances. Her mouth watered thinking about the current one in progress.
Carlisle and Rhett were familiar with her body, and she was equally acquainted with them. They joined her on the bed. Carlisle, dragging her over him, began massaging her shoulders. His fingers caressed her back before he gently traced the healing wound.
In the moment, Lynlee felt guilty. Because of her decision to walk down that dark beach, the men in her room, the men she’d cared about for most of her life, were destined to carry the blame that was ultimately only hers. She noticed the way Blaine winced as he focused on Carlisle, as if he thought Carlisle’s hand evoked pain, a reminder of what she’d suffered and endured.
Lantry watched her, tilting his head right and left as he studied the way Carlisle maneuvered her one way and then another. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“She is, now,” Blaine drawled. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Well, I’m damn sure glad you’re generous, little brother,” Lantry said, his hooded eyes filled with pure lust. “After seeing her like this, I swear I’d be the lesser man.”
There was something dark and seductive in Lantry’s voice. To add to his alluring qualities, he possessed tortured eyes. The truth that he perhaps tried to conceal had been revealed.
Lynlee’s suspicions about Lantry began at the wedding. He attempted to bury the attraction, his interest, but their chemistry was too strong, nearly overpowering.
Lantry’s attraction wasn’t new. His desire for her may have been one he’d fought, perhaps even tried to convince himself it wasn’t anything more than a passing crush or maybe an admiration. Now, there was no way to deny what they felt for one another.
Lynlee imagined whatever Lantry felt in the past, he’d never planned to let things progress to this.
Carlisle lifted her up, massaging her lower back with his thumbs as he pressed against her globes. “That’s it, baby. Relax.”
She searched the room for Royce. In the corner, he sat with his legs splayed, hands dropped casually between his legs. A few times, he ran his hand through his short, sandy brown hair, and his turquoise eyes pierced through hers.
Was he judging her? No, that’s not what she saw. He longed to join them and awaited his turn. Royce’s expression was all male, the proof of his interest oozing from his sensual mouth as he wet his lips and rolled his tongue over them. His eyes grew heavy and his hard penis pressed against his snug jeans.
Finally, Royce stood. Using the toe of one boot, he rid himself of the other, stripping away his button-down shirt.
Rhett parted her knees, his fingers digging into her flesh. He positioned himself over her. In one fluid motion, he spread her wider, lying between her legs and immediately finding his own special place, rubbing her clit until she was moaning, arching, pleading for more.
Lantry knelt to the bed, fisting his cock and rubbing his way through the seam of her lips. “So I hear the lady has a special talent.”
Carlisle grunted. “Rest assured, you’ve got one of the best positions in the house.”
“And here I was beginning to think you do,” Lantry said, dragging his cock back and forth, encircling her lips with his tip.
Carlisle fumbled with her nipples, twirling them between his fingers and thumbs. Lantry growled when Carlisle released them. He pinched a beaded nipple as soon as the point was exposed. Rhett’s palms flattened on either side of her hips, and he kissed her belly, licking his way to her mound where he flicked her clit again and again, licking the hard gem until her hips shot off the bed.
Lynlee whimpered, enjoying the attention. Rhett loved her again. His tongue plunged inside her pussy as he ate her, sipping at her juices like a man gone wild, a carnal beast forever unleashed.
Carlisle’s mouth covered her ear. “Enjoy us, Lynlee. Nothing has changed. Everything is still the same. Relax, honey.”
But Carlisle was wrong.
This wasn’t identical to any experience she’d enjoyed in the past. This moment was like an aphrodisiac, a remarkable memory-in-the-making she wanted to frame, permanently record for later instant recall. Oh, God, yes, this hour trumped all others. Surely the foreplay surpassed all life’s precious moments, even though they moved rather quickly toward the end. The connection she wanted established was nearly complete.
Her gaze swept over one handsome man after the next, settling on Lantry. He teased her, tantalized her with the taste of him, the tiny speckle of his lust crowning his engorged head.
BRIDLED AND BUCKED
Lynlee’s mouth opened wider, and she took a firm grip on Dallas’s dick, drawing him in and out of her hot little trap. She whipped her tongue around his size, luring him to the back of her throat as she lapped the end before pulling him between her cheeks once again.
Houston pinched her bottom. Rubbernecking a bit, he eyed the opening where the toy disappeared. His finger clearly twitched as he wiggled the pleasure piece higher, pushed the device deeper.
At the same time, Dallas’s stance changed. He grabbed hold of her ears and fucked the little vixen’s mouth, hard at work for the release he was overdue, the one he probably well deserved after taking a vow of celibacy, an oath he promised he’d never break until Lynlee welcomed him into her bed.
Houston took a ragged breath. He withdrew the finger plug and studied something larger. Austin nodded. “You read my mind.”
Handing over a gadget Lynlee would definitely appreciate, Austin turned to the others, spectators by choice, at least for the moment. He waved the vibrator in the air, noticing when Lynlee turned her cheek, nuzzling Dallas’s cock as Austin showed off what she could expect next.
Dallas grabbed her by the hair, averting her attention away from the vibrating shaft she’d soon enjoy. “You’re not done here, baby girl.”
The slurping sounds began again. This time, there was no doubt in Austin’s mind. Lynlee planned to finish him. She wanted Dallas sated, and she most definitely knew what to do in order to see him all the way through to the end.
Rolling her hips toward them, she shifted quickly, positioning her ass higher than before. Houston smacked her rosy cheeks. Dallas’s pace quickened. He held onto her shoulders and fucked her moist lips, that pretty mouth so well trained and eager to please.
Houston flashed Lantry a devilish grin as Austin relinquished the sleek, pink anal vibrator. The well-lubricated toy was only about four inches long and an inch or so in diameter, but the device would do the trick.
Houston probed her hole with the tip, slipping the end just inside the tight outer ring. She grunted as he pushed the power button, but her body accepted the impalement.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, losing Dallas when she cried out. Taking her time now, she slipped her tongue over his slit, putting on a show guaranteed to make Austin and the rest of them green with envy.
Dallas patted her head, deserted her quickly, and moved to her rear where Houston stepped out of his way. Seizing the opportunity to take his brother’s place, Houston lost his towel and pressed his cock to Lynlee’s mouth, dragging his tip straight across the swell of her bottom lip. “I’ve been waiting for this since we started living together.”
Lynlee curled her tongue around his mushroom head and said, “Naughty things come to those who wait.”
“I hope so,” Lantry said from the bed. “I’ve never thought of sex as a spectator’s sport and I’ve got something over here that needs a little attention, too.”
A group chuckle followed, but Lynlee remained committed to her cause. Her enticing tongue slid down to Houston’s balls. She laved his sac, suckling one engorged marble and then the other, fingering whichever ball she didn’t hold in her mouth.