[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]
Boone and Chase Jackson have managed to avoid Rachel Robinson for months, although it wasn't easy. She's a forever kind of woman and they've been burned too badly in the past to ever want a commitment again.
When Rachel gives up on them, though, they're not happy. Seeing that other men have decided to move on her, they give her a night she'll never forget. But they all get more than they bargained for when Rachel discovers she's pregnant. The men are quick to throw off their fears and make her their own.
But she doesn't believe them. Deciding their desire to commit is only for the baby's sake, Rachel refuses to believe that it's her they want. But the passion between the three of them is hotter than ever.
When the pregnancy is in danger, can she and her lovers still have a future?
"I love ménage stories. How can a woman resist having more than one man wanting to please her? In this story, though, Rachel's convinced that Boone and Chase only want her because she's carrying their baby. They'll just have to prove otherwise." ~ Leah ~
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lana Dare in The Lost Collection
Leah Brooke/Lana Dare is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 BLUE RIBBONS: "I've eagerly anticipated each and every story in the Desire, Oklahoma series since I picked up the first story. Leah Brooke has brought this unique town and it's utterly lovable residents to life and the characters now feel like friends that I hope to have the opportunity to visit them over in future stories. There's so much tension between Boone, Chase and Rachel that I desperately wanted them to achieve their happily ever after even though there were times when it didn't look like they would ever get on the same wavelength. Creation of Desire is full of sexual tension, lots of laughter, great friends and plenty of heartwarming scenes that is exactly what I've come to expect from Ms. Brooke's storylines." -- Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
5 STARS: "I've enjoyed this series and always look forward to the next installment. I suspect Erin and Jared will be the lead female character in number 4. Creation of Desire is a hot, steamy read. I enjoyed the scenes where Rachel teased her men. I even took some notes." -- Anne Boling, ReviewYourBook
4.5 CLOVERS: "Leah Brooke had continued with her exciting Desire, Oklahoma series with two hot alpha males and a feisty woman who knows exactly what she wants. The sexual tension is rampant all through the book and with old friends and new ones making an appearance, the next in the series looks to be just as exciting. Creation of Desire is a wonderful read by Leah Brooke and a perfect addition to her Desire, Oklahoma series." -- Sandra, CK2s Kwiips and Kritiques
4.5 HEARTS: "Once again the author has written an engaging story centered around the townspeople of Desire, Oklahoma. The first chapter sets the stage for the whole story. I was hooked and couldn't wait to see how the story evolved. Rachel is sexy and sassy and more than a match for Chase and Boone. I loved her vulnerability tempered with her desire for the three of them to have a future together. The dialogue had me laughing out loud at times. The sex scenes were erotic and emotional and were perfect for the story. I really enjoyed reading about the other residents of the town, both from past books and some I hope to read more about in the future. This author has entertained me with this whole series and I highly recommend all the books." -- Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio
4 STARS: "Creation of Desire is the third book in the Desire, Oklahoma series. Although I hadn't read the first or second books, I had no problem keeping up with the plot and connecting to the love story. The sex was very erotic with many passionate interactions between all three lovers. There is a little domination herein, as well as typical alpha-male tendencies from Boone and Chase, but it all serves to spice up the heat level. All together, I enjoyed Ms. Brooke's third book in the Desire, Oklahoma series and will keep this author on my horizon for pleasurable reads." -- Francesca Hayne, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 CHERRIES: "Two men, and sometimes more, to fulfill your every desire. Who wouldn't want to live in Desire, Oklahoma? I just loved this third book in the Desire Oklahoma series that Ms. Brooke has written. Her love of the genre shows in every word and her descriptions had me believing that I could live in Desire also. I found this book to be a wonderful addition to the Desire Oklahoma series. Creation of Desire brought back some of my favorite characters from previous books and introduced several new ones that have me hoping for many sequels yet to come." -- Hibiscus, Whipped Cream Reviews
"Talk about waving a red flag in front of a bull! Wait, make that two pigheaded bulls and you have the scenario of Creation of Desire. Boone and Chase had been burned before and their fears interfered with their relationship with Rachel. Afraid of being hurt, they kept biding their time until they could make her see that she was the woman for them. Except, the right time never seemed to come and they had to take matters into their own hands - which they did. Holy Moly did they claim Rachel. Creation of Desire explores the fears and tensions prevalent in new relationships. Boone and Chase had been hurt and in turn, almost let the best thing ever to happen to them get away. Rachel loved them entirely but not without wanting to be loved back. She wanted her men to love her unconditionally, not because of the results of their lovemaking. Sexual tension, tenderness, and love are the themes of Creation of Desire and I envision rereading this book over and over!" -- Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
More From Desire, Oklahoma
“If you think we’d just sit there and watch you let Law and Zach paw you, you’re crazy,” Chase growled from behind her.
“What do you care?” Rachel demanded, turning to look up at him. It made her too dizzy so she settled for pounding her fists into Boone’s back. “You don’t want me. And they didn’t paw me. If you don’t want to see anyone else touch me, you could have left. Take me back!” She began to struggle again. Her punches didn’t seem to be having any impact. She might as well have been punching a wall.
Her bottom stung when Boone slapped it again.
“Be still. When we get back to your apartment, you’re going to see just how much we don’t want you.”
Rachel froze. Did he really mean that? Had Zach been right? Did they really care for her or had they carried her out of the party just because they’d been jealous?
Idiots. She’d been in love with both of them for months. Neither one of them had ever made a move toward her before. Though they both watched her constantly, they’d always kept their distance. She’d finally come to the conclusion that they didn’t want her. Now this. If this caveman act had been brought on by only jealousy, she wanted no part of it. She wanted them to come to her because they truly wanted to be with her not because of pressure from others.
“Put me down, damn it.” Rachel struggled again, and once again got a smack on her bottom for her efforts. “Stop hitting me!”
Boone’s hands tightened on her thighs. “I’m not hitting you. I’m spanking your bottom. Be still.”
His hands on her thighs had all sorts of lascivious thoughts going through her mind. He held her firmly, his hands hot through her dress. She had images of his large callused hands running under the material and over her bare thighs.
“What were you thinking, letting Law and Zach paw you like that?” Chase yelled at her.
“It’s none of your fucking business, and I already told you they weren’t pawing me. Just because you don’t want me, ow, stop slapping my ass!”
The heat started to spread and did strange things to her. Her panties became even wetter. The first time they touched her and she’d already gotten aroused. Hell, their touch could hardly be construed as intimate but her body had come alive as though it knew what those hands could do.
“Watch your mouth.” Boone growled. “I don’t want to hear that kind of language from you.”
“Fuck you,” Rachel told him succinctly and got another smack on her ass for her effort.
“I warned you,” Boone growled.
“You don’t want me but you don’t want anyone else to touch me. Well, I don’t want either of you anymore. I want a man who wants me back. I don’t want either one of you, damn it.”
“Bullshit,” Chase roared. “And if you think we’re going to stand by and let somebody else touch you, you’d better think again.”
Rachel bobbed on Boone’s shoulder as he went up the stairs to her apartment. “Put me down!”
“Chase, get her key out of her purse.”
Rachel lifted herself and twisted to see Chase rummaging through her purse for her keys. He must have grabbed it when Boone grabbed her.
Once inside the apartment, Boone went straight to the bedroom and tossed her unceremoniously onto her bed. Coming to her knees, Rachel brushed the hair out of her eyes and glared at them. Her eyes widened when she saw they’d both started undressing.
She’d left a low light burning on her nightstand, the soft glow adding to the unreal atmosphere. The small lamp bathed her bedroom with a delicate luminescence that made everything appear soft and muted except for the two men standing next to her bed. They looked so out of place here and yet so right. Their hard bodies and fierce glittering eyes looked even more harsh and unyielding in the soft light. They looked even more masculine and virile as they began to undress.
Her pulse leapt at the dominant image they portrayed. They looked as fierce as warriors. Both looked at her as though wanting to conquer her. She tried and failed to control her body’s response to them but she’d wanted them too long to have any kind of defense against them. She wanted to erase the image of every other woman from their minds and wanted them to want her, to take her, as they’ve never wanted or taken another. It looked as though she may get her wish. But would it be enough? She didn’t want just their bodies. She wanted all of them. Boone and Chase were the epitome of every fantasy she’d ever had rolled into one.
“You say you don’t want us anymore. Then why are your nipples hard? Why are you breathing so heavily?” Boone asked mockingly.
“Because I’m mad!” Rachel returned hotly. “You both pissed me off, dragging me out of the party just because other men talked to me.” Oh God. They looked so hot and sexy. Moisture flooded her panties and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
“I’ll bet you’re already wet for us, aren’t you, sugar?” Chase leered. “When I get my mouth on that pussy, I’m going to lap you up.”
“Stop it. I’m tired of your games.” Rachel’s heart raced. Their wicked smiles made her throb. She had to be the voice of reason. She could do this. This had begun to get way out of control. She held out a hand as if to hold them off. “We need to talk.”
Her mouth watered when she got a good look at them. Years of construction work had sculpted their bodies into works of art.
“I don’t play games, Rachel,” Boone said as he edged closer to her.
Rachel forced herself to speak calmly. “Look, just get dressed and leave. We’ll talk tomorrow. You only want me because somebody else does. You’ll regret this in the morning.”
“More than likely,” Boone admitted. “But we’re not letting anybody else fuck you.”
The control on her temper snapped. “I’ll fuck anybody I want to,” Rachel shouted. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!” She realized immediately that it had been the equivalent of waving a red flag in front of a bull. The look on their faces became hard and determined, their intent to have her unmistakable.
They stripped out of their jeans and boxers and moved toward her. Chase knelt on the bed, and she scrambled off of the other side as he began to crawl toward her, stalking her like a hungry cougar. Brown and sleek, his muscles bunched tightly as though ready to pounce. He paused at the center of her bed, sitting back on his heels, and cutting off that means of escape. She watched, fascinated as he fisted his cock in his hand and began stroking, his eyes never leaving hers. She gulped as she took in his size. His long, thick length looked dark and angry, throbbing its rage. A drop of pre come appeared at the tip, and she licked her lips.
“That’s it,” he growled deep in his throat. “Get those lips nice and wet so I can fuck that mouth.”
Rachel shook as lust gripped her by the throat. She saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. Boone moved around the foot of the bed, edging closer. She couldn’t help looking at his even larger cock pointed toward his stomach as he stood with his hands on his hips staring at her. When she saw the glistening tip she grew hotter at how aroused they’d both already become.
Boone edged even closer, cutting off her only other means of escape.
What had their jealousy unleashed?
Boone and Chase looked starved for her, hunters closing in on their prey. Her nipples poked painfully at her lace bra, moisture literally dripping from her as she stared at them. She wanted them more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. But if they regretted it afterward, it just might kill her.
“You don’t really want me.”
Boone struck like a cobra, his arm snaring her waist. He tossed her onto the bed, grabbing her wrists in one of his large hands and pulling them over her head. His weight covered her, pinning her to the bed. He lifted her chin until she faced him. His weight felt so good on hers, the hard plains of his body pressing into her softer curves in a way that had her trembling with need. God, he felt so good, better than she’d imagined. She loved his weight on her like this. Suddenly she felt primitive, a woman making demands on her men, needing them to fulfill them.
She spread her legs, automatically arching her hips to feel him cradled against her. She tried to rub her breasts against his chest but couldn’t move enough to get the friction she needed. Her breathing became harsh, a combination of excitement and the crushing weight of his body. He levered his weight slightly off of her, allowing her to breathe but not enough to give her room to move.
Next to her, Chase leaned close, brushing her hair back from her face, his eyes even fiercer than before. He held her gaze, and his hands traveled up her arms until he got to her wrists.
“I’ve got her,” he told Boone in a voice she’d never heard from him before. It sent a fresh jolt of need through her.
Boone transferred her wrists to his brother’s grip, leaving his hands free. He lifted her hips, pressing his cock against her mound and she gasped.
“Do you feel how much I don’t want you?”
His eyes flared so hot they burned her but she couldn’t look away. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you,” he told her through clenched teeth. She swore she could actually see his control slip away. “I look at you and want to fuck you so badly, my legs shake. I wake up in the middle of the night dreaming about your ass and I come all over myself like a teenager. I watch you smile and get hard as a rock picturing your lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck your mouth clear to your throat. Don’t you fucking tell me that I don’t want you. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it!”
Rachel looked up at him, stunned. A moan slipped out at the images he’d painted in her head. She arched toward him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
He sat back, adjusting until he straddled her. She couldn’t look away from the raw lust on his face as he looked down at her. She couldn’t breathe, but didn’t need to anymore. She only needed them. She’d always known it would be intense with them but she’d badly underestimated just how intense the need would be.
“Yes or no, Rachel?”
Even now they gave her a choice, as if she had one. They could still walk away but she already belonged to them. She had for months. She knew only Boone and Chase could make her feel this way.
She gripped Chase’s hands, feeling his own grip tighten and helplessly arched. Her blood boiled, lust for these men bubbling through her. Suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer. No matter what happened, she’d have tonight. One word from her and the men she loved and craved would quench the raging inferno they’d sparked inside her.
“Yes. Damn you. Take me!”
The words had barely left her mouth before Boone ripped her dress in half, exposing her to their gazes.
“God. I could eat her alive.” she heard Chase growl from above her. He let go of her hands and moved to her side, reaching for her breasts. Her bra ripped and she felt his hot hands on her.
Boone lifted her, and she gripped his shoulders tightly. They ripped her dress completely off of her, tossing it and her torn bra aside. When they lowered her back to the bed, Chase took her mouth with his, growling, eating at her hungrily as Boone ripped off her panties.
She gripped Chase’s wide shoulder to anchor herself as she began to spin out of control. His muscles bunched and shifted as he cupped her breasts, his touch and kiss stealing her breath.
“Sweet heaven,” she heard Boone groan as he parted her thighs, wedging his shoulders between them.
Chase lifted his mouth from hers and looked down at her breasts. “You’re beautiful, honey. I gotta have a taste.” He lowered his mouth to her breasts as Boone parted her folds. She felt their warm breath on her body a second before they touched her. She whimpered in need. She’d been needy too long, starved for them. Every touch felt like more than she could bear and yet not enough.
“Oh God. I can’t stand it. It’s too much.”
Boone devoured her, and she cried out as he licked her from anus to clit. She’d never been touched like this before. She caught her breath, holding onto Chase tightly as she shook, tortured wails coming from deep in her throat. When Boone’s tongue stabbed into her she shook even harder, thrashing her head and digging her heels into his back.