Her Knights in Black Stetsons (MFMM)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
EmmaLee Anderson has grown up in a small town. Her family life was rough growing up, and the Dennisons immediately took her in as one of their own. The boys had always come to her rescue, and ran off every boy within a 500 mile radius. They were the big brothers she never had.
Bad luck finally gets the best of EmmaLee. When things look hopeless and impossible, her knights in black Stetsons waltz in and fix the world by taking her back to the ranch where she belongs. What they hadn’t anticipated was the sexy woman she had become that replaced the gawky, lanky girl they had grown up with.
When temperatures rise and feelings bubble to the surface, Jase, Lyndon, and Dixon fight an inner battle of what is right and what they want.
One night out sends a bad relationship to smack her in the face, literally. After a little "counsling" session by the Dennison clan, they assume he has learned the error of his ways. Revenge comes back in a nasty, sick plan of murder and kidnapping, threatening the one they hold dearest. The boys round up the family in a manhunt of vengeance and guns to save their country princess.
Can she pull through from the brutal beating and win the love of the three that have captured her heart since pig tails and mud pies?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
EmmaLee Anderson stared at the “Small Town, Oklahoma population 1,260” sign as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Her radio had been blasting “You Can’t Always Get What you Want” by The Rolling Stones, up until the point where her truck shut off and left her fighting with all of her strength to handle the piece of shit bucket of rust. Her morning had been a snowballing cluster fuck, and it was only 6:00 a.m.
After an ice cold shower due to a broken water heater, a blown lightbulb in the bathroom that caused her to put on her makeup in the front room with a tiny compact mirror, the funeral of her coffee pot, and the dang neighbor’s dog jumping up leaving muddy paw prints on her baby pink t-shirt and blue jeans, she was now running late and pissed to the core. Cold showers were her most hated things of all. That damn dog was making its way up the list. It was her morning to open at the small convenience store where she worked, and the Morton’s would have her butt if she was late. Super.
She had barely managed to muscle her dead truck onto the shoulder of Highway 100 before it lost total momentum. The lights, motor, power breaks, power steering, and radio had shut off instantly while she had been hauling ass in an attempt to make it on time. It had taken her standing with both feet on the brake to get it to slow, and all of her strength to steer the old beast safely off the road.
With shaking arms, she hit the starter only to find it wouldn’t crank. “Fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck ass! Why now! Always when I am running late! First the cold ass shower, and now this. What else can possibly go wrong? I mean seriously what the hell did I do in a past life to deserve this shit? Did I kill kittens? Give sexual favors to Hitler? Why does this crap keep happening to me?”
Her fists pounded the steering wheel, causing strands of her chestnut hair to escape from her pony tail. She slammed the driver’s side door a little harder than necessary, and stepped out to open the hood. With her feet standing up on the bumper and her head and torso leaned into the engine, she attempted to see anything noticeably broken or odd. She knew close to nothing about working on a vehicle, but due to her minimal income and her maximum bills, anything was worth a try. Her water heater and stove had broke earlier in the week and her running-challenged truck had problems once in a while, but for some reason it had to pick today to act up. She glanced at the hoses and checked the oil, hoping it was a quick fix. Nothing caught her eye. Why would anything go easy? “You lie, Rolling Stones. For the past years of my life, I never get what I want, and I have yet to get what I need!”
She jumped off, landing her left foot on a rock and sending her fumbling to catch her balance to no avail. Her five-foot-seven inch, 140-pound body went plunging to the ground. She twisted to avoid eating dirt, and ended up slicing her arm and coating her entire left side in mud. Cuss words burst in rapid fire explosions from her mouth. Her temperamental outburst prevented her from hearing the approaching rumble of a huge, red Dodge Dually. Her verbal diarrhea of record-breaking length continued while she picked herself up and attempted to brush off her clothing unsuccessfully. Her sneakers had taken on the appearance of wedges with the obscene amount of muck that now stuck to the bottoms. Her balance had became compromised from the unlevel surface and threatened to repeat her ungraceful and clumsy previous position. Her arms waved in the air with each slip and slide her feet skated. Just before her plump rear got an up close and personal introduction with the evil-plotting hell mud, two strong arms snaked around her waist and caught her in mid fall.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” Her momentarily appreciation turned to pure panic.
“Easy, there, darlin’. With that kind of language, you might make the poor woodland creatures blush,” he drawled with a heavy accent smothered with sarcasm.
Before the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes had a chance to fall, Jase had exited the truck and moved around to extract her from the driver’s side. He lifted her in his arms, shut off the truck and shut the door, and was carrying her back into the house before she could say anything. Instead of protesting, she laid her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes.
It wasn’t until she realized he had taken her back down to her basement apartment that she sat up confused. “What are we doing down here?”
Instead of setting her down, he kicked the door closed with his boot and walked through to the bedroom. “Something that I should have done a long time ago, Emm. I fought it for years, thinking that I had no business feeling the way I do.” Without another word, he plopped her on the bed and yanked his shirt off with the other hand.
Jase stared down at the wide-eyed beauty before him. Her silky hair had started to fall from the pony tail, and without thinking he reached down and set it free. It cascaded around her shoulders in a silky sheet. “So fucking gorgeous.” Her face was angelic. With a half-anticipating, half-hungry expression, the soft reddening in her cheeks made his balls fill up. She gazed up at him through the long, thick lashes that lined the biggest brown peepers he had ever seen. Her perfect white teeth tugged at her full, pouty bottom lip, drawing visions of his cock thrusting in and out of her sweet, plump mouth. A growl vibrated from his chest. His eyes stayed attentively focused on every majestic detail of her face while he kicked off first one boot, then the other.
Without breaking eye contact, he bent down, placing each hand on the bed at her sides and slowly crawled over her, laying her back in the process. “Emmie, if you want to stop me before I go any farther, do so now. Otherwise I am going to sink my greedy cock deep up in your pussy. Do you understand?”
He lowered his face to her neck, and traced its length with the tip of his tongue. To make sure she was aware of his intentions, he pressed his body to hers, and ground the hard bulge behind his jeans into her sex. He could feel the strain of the material as his shaft tented against his zipper, begging to be set free. The instant he made contact with the spot between her legs, soft moans slipped from her. “Is that an invitation, darlin’?” His words drawled out, revealing the arousal that burned inside of him.
A soft, whispering “yes” was all she managed before he captured her mouth with his in a desperate assault. Their lips only parted long enough for him to lift her arms overhead and tug the cloth barrier that stood in the way of the prize that awaited underneath. He threw her shirt over his head and stopped to look down at what awaited him.
A red and black lace bra decorated her large, delicious breasts. Two of the prettiest pink little peaks played peekaboo through the translucent fabric, making his mouth flood with saliva. “Son of a bitch, Emmie. Those are the sexiest tits I have ever seen. Take that bra off now so I can taste them.” The last part of his statement came out in a gruff demand, jerking her attention. She quickly obeyed, discarding it over her head with a fling. He couldn’t do anything but stare. Like a hungry wolf, his eyes locked to her chest. The sexy little vixen was unaware of her gifts, making him a kid on Christmas morning. Before any insecurities could form, he attached to her left nipple. He tweaked the other with his fingers, instantaneously sparking a fire deep in the pit of her stomach. He let his teeth graze the tender flesh, and followed it up with the soothing texture of his tongue to give her a sensual overload. Her body bucked against him, begging for more. His mouth violently moved up her body, capturing her mouth again while he removed the tight confinements of the jeans and let his shaft spring free. After he had shucked the jeans over his feet, he worked on hers, pulling her underwear off at the same time. His eyes widened at the sight of her shaved, smooth pussy. He stared, unconsciously licking his lips. “Emm, I want to take my time and get to know every inch of your perfect fuckin’ body. Shit, girl. That smooth, shaved cunt looks so fucking gorgeous. I want to eat it until you cream all over my face. But right now I can’t hold back. I am going to pound you hard and fast. I need to be inside you now!”