[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
After a traumatic car accident, Delilah Devero learns that her brakes had been tampered with, leaving her hospitalized and stranded in Temptation, Texas. Sheriff Clay Garrett and cattle rancher Hunter Boyd become her salvation, protecting her from a deranged stalker.
Forced to put their possessive desires aside, the cowboys cannot ignore the fiery connection that burns hot for Delilah. Exploring the passions that lie deep within her heart, Clay and Hunter begin to unravel a plan to keep her from running away from the dangers of her past. Both men agree that settling down at Turtledove Ranch could prove to be her sanctuary, but their plans quickly disintegrate when the evil she fears most threatens to destroy everything she’s come to love.
Together, Clay and Hunter must figure out a way to keep the woman they long for safe. What they encounter may leave them breathless.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- D Ful
“Shhh, it’s all right, you’re safe now. Whatever was in your dream can’t hurt you now,” he whispered softly against her cheek. “I’ve got you, Delilah. I’ve got you.”
As he held her close, the crisp scent of soap filled her nostrils. Slowly, her sanity was restored as she felt the warmth of his smooth, damp flesh beneath her hands and fingers. Gently, she eased back to look at him.
He sat beside her, hair still wet from the shower he must have been taking. Her eyes swelled at the sight of him. Having his tantalizing body this close and this unclothed on her bed caused her blood to pump wildly through her veins. She licked her lips and glanced down at the towel draped around his hips. A long slit slid high up his strong, muscular thigh. The seductive effect he had on her was spellbinding and a little frightening.
He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I would’ve grabbed a robe, but I don’t own one.”
She shook her head and tried to smile. “It’s okay, Clay. I’m glad you’re here. I was a little freaked out by my dream, but I’m not anymore.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She pursed her lips together. No, she didn’t want to talk about it. Warren was the devil in her nightmares, and he was never far away, no matter how far she ran. He was the one thing that made her deathly afraid.
“Not really. I’m just glad I’m not alone tonight.” She reached down and squeezed his hand.
Slowly, he reached forward and turned on the light. The glow that illuminated his body made him so much more enticing than he had seemed in just the light that filtered into her room from the hallway. She couldn’t help but feel a little naughty as she envisioned herself licking the droplets of water from his body. Was it wrong to want him to kiss her?
“Look, I’m sorry I acted like an asshole with Hunter today. I never meant for that to happen. It’s just that I may have gotten a little—”
“Jealous,” she blurted out with an arched brow and teasing grin. The idea that the big, strong sheriff had gotten jealous created a wild flutter of excitement that sank deep into the pit of her stomach. She liked the idea that he had those kinds of emotions where she was concerned.
He sighed with a smile, sweeping back a strand of her hair that had fallen forward, tucking it behind her ear. “I guess you could say that.”
For what felt like an eternity, they just stared at each other. Deep-flowing warmth charged up her body and settled around her chest, neck, and face. Hands clammy with nerves, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted Clay, needing him to kiss her and allow her to make love to him. The feelings were almost desperate in nature. It was the strangest, most powerful yearning she’d ever experienced.
“I should probably go,” Clay stammered.
“No, wait,” she said, grabbing hold of his hand as he stood, keeping him from leaving her side. She hadn’t meant to sound so frantic, but she couldn’t help it. For so many reasons, she didn’t want him to leave. She desired him, wanted him to stay with her. Tonight. “I don’t want you to go.”
He studied her, his hand slowly wrapping around hers. “Delilah, I’ll only be across the hall. I’ll keep your door cracked open if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
She shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”
Again he looked at her, his eyes deepening with understanding. The war raging behind his heated gaze told her that he wasn’t sure if what she desired he could provide. She knew he feared hurting her. She didn’t expect a relationship and understood that was a commitment he could probably never give her, but she didn’t care. She wanted him for at least one night and needed him more than he ever could imagine.
She gently tugged at his hand, coaxing him to sit back down in front of her. She’d show him what she wanted and pray he didn’t reject her.
He sat, his body slightly rigid. Her stomach swirled with apprehension but more so with passions she wanted to share with her sheriff.
With the gentle caress of her hand, she stroked the side of his face, still smooth from his morning shave. As she touched him, he never looked away. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, closed the distance, and lightly pressed her lips against his.
He pulled away and stood, looking like a nervous and scared child. His chest rose and fell quickly. Swallowing hard, he whispered her name.
“Please, Clay. Don’t…” She felt an overwhelming tightness fill her chest. She didn’t know what else to say.
He glanced down to the floor, and she could see a million and one thoughts racing in his mind as she stared up at him. When he glanced back to meet her gaze, she swallowed the dryness in her throat.
“Are you sure?”
Leaning back onto the bed, she parted her legs so her inner thighs caressed his outer. She tugged at the towel around his hips, loosening the material until it dropped to the floor. For a moment, she admired him, taking in what she could of his gorgeous body and hardening cock.
He dropped to his knees on the blanket and gently pulled her over to stand in front of him. Pushing his cowboy hat up, he nuzzled against her and kissed her belly through her clothes. Slowly, he popped open a button to reveal smooth, creamy-white skin. His lips were quick to press against her warm flesh. Flicking his tongue over her skin, he tasted just how sweet she was. Her hands sprung up, and her fingers dove into his hair, knocking his hat into the hay-covered floor. She gripped him tight as she, too, dropped to her knees. As she captured his mouth, he couldn’t believe she was instigating the kiss. She was aggressive, playful, and full of passions he’d only dreamed she’d share with him.
Closing his eyes, he let her mouth take his, welcoming her tongue as it dove deep and tangled with his. Before he could stop himself, he reached his arms around her, his palms covering the round globes of her ass, and tugged her forward until she straddled him, but he was careful not to injure her leg further. Then he leaned her back onto the blanket, but as he did, she tore at his shirt, pulling the fabric until the buttons practically ripped off the material.
Shrugging out of his shirt, he placed himself between her spread legs and lowered himself against her, tasting her mouth again. Her fingernails trailed up the naked flesh of his back, and he groaned at the arousing sting of pleasure. He’d never liked the rough stuff but found Delilah’s enthusiasm infectious. If she’d told him she liked to be spanked or wanted to spank him, he’d seriously consider it. Honestly, he’d never been so turned on in his life. There was something about her that made him want her more than anything he’d ever desired in his life. She was a temptation that left him breathless and begging for more.
With great care, Hunter undid a few more buttons, revealing her supple breasts. The soft mounds felt divine as he pressed his face against them, kissing and licking the delicate skin. She inhaled deeply, forcing her chest to expand in his direction. With the arousing invitation, he nibbled on her erect nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Slipping her shirt off her shoulders, he dipped his fingers inside the straps of her bra and slowly slid the material down her arms until her perfect breasts were exposed.
Instantly, his mouth clamped down on the rosy peak. Groaning, he sucked a little harder until he heard her gasp. Her nails dug deeper into his back. Releasing her nipple, he quickly moved to the other to give it equal attention. He enjoyed the way her hands cradled him, caressing his flesh and massaging his scalp as he made love to her breasts.
Hunter sat up, resting his ass on the heels of his boots. His eyes drank in the flushed color of Delilah’s cheeks and chest. The subtle rise and fall of her breasts had him licking his lips with anticipation of what was to come next. Locking eyes with her, he began to unbuckle his pants, but she quickly sat up, her fingers diving to push his out of the way.
She studied him, her fingers running up and down the muscles of his chest and stomach, dipping down into the open zipper of his pants. She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly stroking the shaft. He never stopped watching her face, wondering what she was thinking about as she possessed him with such interest. He sucked in a chestful of air, loving the feeling of her touch as every nerve ending exploded in his body.
She pushed his jeans past his ass and his hard cock sprung out. Immediately, he pulled her up by her shoulders and helped her out of her own clothing, sliding the material down her legs with such care. Naked and gorgeous, she was the embodiment of everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. She was perfect on the inside and out.
His cock jumped as he gazed upon her rosy flesh. Pulling her close, he kissed her stomach, trailing kisses to the patch of blonde hair between her legs. Gently, he led her back to the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. Then he set to tasting her body more fully.
Spreading her thighs, he kissed the tender, warm flesh from her knees straight up to her pussy. With his thumb and index finger, he parted the folds of her sex and teased, licked, and sucked her clit. The sweet, fluttering moans of her pleasure had him eager to hear more of her cries. He tenderly inserted a finger into her tight pussy, pulsing in and out slowly, and then as he sucked her a little harder he added another finger. Her thighs parted wide the moment he did, beckoning him to continue loving her cunt.
“Oh, God, Hunter,” she cried as her hands and fingers gripped his hair, capturing him as if she couldn’t risk that he would stop touching her.
Halting his actions was the last thing on his mind. What was on his mind was making her come harder than she ever had, allowing him to taste the pleasure he wrung from her body. Then he would make her come again as he thrust his cock deep inside her tight body, driving her beyond reason.
He felt her body begin to tremble as he held her. His mouth was fastened to her pussy as she cried out. Bucking her hips up, she began to come. The taste of her essence filled his mouth like a fine wine he’d been deprived of for far too long.
Once she had gone limp, he slowly crawled up the long, lean length of her body, kissing her belly and between her breasts. Then he nuzzled the crook of her neck and her arms once again surrounded him.
With one arm supporting his weight, he reached down with the other and guided his cock into the entrance of her pussy, pushing inside her until he was seated to the hilt.