[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, consensual BDSM, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Ansley Cartwell discovers new love interests while becoming a madwoman's target. Obtaining false information, Jordie Anne Colony, the perpetrator, threatens and pursues the wrong Cartwell. By the time Ansley's men discover who wants to kill her and why, Ansley is drawn into a deceptive web destined to bring pain and heartache to those close to her.
Confronting challenges and overcoming fears, Ansley finds a remarkable safety net in the arms of devoted lovers determined to protect her at any cost, but her boyfriends have a dangerous past and a deadly secret. With one fight barely behind them, Ansley and her men face another battle and a formidable opponent capable of destroying an entire family. And even though the jealous rage of one woman didn't send Ansley to an early grave, an assassin's bullet might.
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Natalie Acres is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 RAVENS - RECOMMENDED READ: "OMG! Sex Club by Natalie Acres is 347 pages of pure lusciousness. I was completely enthralled from the beginning to the end. Sex Club, which is the fifth installment in the Cowboy Sex series has everything that a reader could possibly want in a story: an engaging plot with plenty of adventure, a mad-woman hell bent on seeking revenge for her husband’s injustice, sexy, alpha cowboys who definitely know how to take care of their woman, and a sensuous vixen with a mind of her own that brings them all together in this fascinating tale of murder, mayhem, lust, enduring love, and ultimately, a secret that could tear their world apart. I have waited a long time for the twins’ story and Natalie Acres did not disappoint. I’m so glad that Ms. Acres decided to give them separate stories. Ansley is feisty, fun-loving, caring, strong-willed, loyal to her family and friends, and will quickly find a place in your heart. Although she struggles and denies her true desires, her life is quickly turned upside down when Tristan returns to town determined to claim what is rightfully his. But of course, Ms. Acres wouldn’t let us off that easily because she further complicates the situation and thickens the plot by introducing three more sexy cowboys who are also head-over-heels in love with Ansley. Ah! I must admit that I have cowboy envy because these men can just look at you and make your panties wet. Tristan, Bailey, Graham and Elliott are a force to be reckoned with when it comes to claiming and protecting the woman they love. The dynamics between these well-developed men was intriguing as they grasped their love quintet with Ansley. The action was fast-paced as Ms. Acres kept me on the edge of my seat wondering whether or not Tristan, Bailey, Graham and Elliott would catch Jordie Ann before she hurt Ansley. As the love between these five flourished, there was still a question whether or not they would find their Happily Ever After. The secondary characters play a pivotal role in the story and it was great seeing Brock, Trixie, Rory and the rest of the gang. The dynamics between Ansley and her twin at times was intense and other times simply broke your heart. These two have a special connection that is undeniable. But the secondary character that absolutely stole my heart is Trixie’s son, Caz. This little boy is simply adorable and just an fyi…there are a couple of scenes in the book where he will make you cry, so ladies be sure to have some tissues close by. In addition, Ms. Acres leaves you hanging in regards to one of the Cartwell sisters’ situation and that’s all I’m saying, except that I’m squirming in my pants wondering what’s going to happen next. Sex Club is a sensuous, tantalizing, well-developed story that will keep begging for more with the turn of every page. The characters are sexy as sin and will make you want to join in the fun. The plot is engaging and fast-paced as Ms. Acres draws you deeper and deeper into the plot as the story progresses. The sex is scorching hot and the men will make you swoon as they embrace their sexual desires and pursue the love of their life. If you haven’t picked up Sex Club or read the Cowboy Sex series, then you’re definitely missing out. Go. Pick. It. Up. Now! Ms. Acres will definitely rock your world. I can’t wait for the next book in the series." -- BlackRaven, BlackRaven's Reviews
Several officers rushed toward him, and in a matter of minutes, Brock’s wrists were secured behind his back. When the grimacing agent stood, he read him his rights. “Brock Sheldon, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, and…”
“What?” Ansley croaked. “Are you crazy! He was involved with Jordie Anne at one time. He didn’t want to hurt her!”
The agent continued chanting, “Mr. Sheldon, you assaulted a…”
“Please!” Ansley screamed, tugging the man’s sleeve like a child might. “You don’t understand. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
The detective looked at her like he was completely appalled. “Did you fail to see your brother-in-law knock me to the ground?”
Ansley thinned her lips.
Brock said, “It’s all right, Ansley. Call Don Lauderback in the morning. Tell him I need an attorney.”
The asshole smirked and kept reading Brock the Miranda rights. “Get her out of here,” Brock said to Tristan as another officer led him toward the squad car. “Now!”
“I’m not going anywhere!” Ansley shouted, shaking off Tristan’s grip.
“Damn it, Ansley. Come on!” Tristan shouted, practically dragging her.
About the time Elliott and Tristan escorted her to the Killians’ Jeep, Bailey was arrested for Jordie Anne’s murder. As they placed the handcuffs around Bailey’s wrists, the Killians’ vehicle doors slammed in unison.
Ansley fought Tristan, using her purse to swat him over the head repeatedly while he tried to keep her inside the SUV. As Brock listened to the angry detective’s threats and promises, he smiled. God love her, Ansley was a carbon copy of her mother more than her sister.
Never one to go down without a fight, Peyton fought for her family, stood up for what she believed in, and refused to give up even when she was clearly defeated.
“Is something funny, Mr. Sheldon?”
“Yeah,” he said, stretching his neck forward. “You.”
As the blood drained from the man’s face, he said, “You people think you’re superior. All of you. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings to see every last one of you under the jail.”
“I’ll remember your words verbatim when I speak with my attorney. Apparently you have a personal vendetta against my family. My lawyer will eat you alive.”
“Are you threatening me?”
Brock twitched his nose and ignored him. Looking out the window, he watched the Killian vehicle pursue the gate, leave the clearing. Ansley was still throwing her tantrum, climbing over the backseat and wrestling with Tristan.
Brock swung his gaze toward Bailey, who was shaking his head and smiling. Yeah, Brock knew all about that sense of pride. Bailey’s chest was swollen with pleasure. His shoulders weren’t about to shrink in defeat. He was a proud man, a happy man, a fellow who was clearly in love. These cops couldn’t do or say anything that would take that away.
The detective grimaced. “I asked you a question. Are you threatening me?”
“No, honey, but I can do just that if taunting and teasing you will make you feel better,” Brock drawled sarcastically. “See, I love legal foreplay almost as much as I enjoy fucking before breakfast.”
“I thought you would take turns!” she exclaimed, trembling as Tristan, Elliott, and Bailey oiled their sheathed cocks with lubricant. Graham knelt next to her head. The end of his engorged head was nearly purple in color as he gave himself a hand job worth admiring.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Graham assured her. “We’ll be careful, easy. You’ll enjoy us.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “I don’t see you bracing your tail while prancing around several stallions standing at stud!”
Graham laughed. “Want us to stop? You know what to do. Say the word.”
Ansley immediately zipped her lip. They’d come too far. There had been far too much teasing. And one way or another, Ansley was going to do this. She needed them now. It was a matter of basic need and she desired all of them.
Of course she was a little frightened. This was new to her. Two men, she’d handled successfully in the past, but four? Come on! She was small, tiny next to them, and they expected to fuck her at the same time?
“Trust me. This won’t hurt. You’ll enjoy us,” Bailey assured her.
She gulped. “If you say so.”
After they were suited up and ready to play, Tristan assumed the back position. Elliott gently took her hands and pulled her forward. At the same time, Tristan’s fingers swept down the crack of her ass. “I’ll be easy, baby. If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.”
A few moments later, her ass was saturated with lube. Wedging his fingers between her cheeks, Tristan swirled two digits around her hole. She shivered again as the invasion began.
“Relax, sugar,” Tristan rasped, wiggling his middle finger past the first outer ring, the puckered hole clenching as he thrust higher, stretching her. “You’ll enjoy this more if you just let the pleasure take control. Okay?”
She nodded. Why was she nervous? Didn’t she trust them? Didn’t she want this? Of course! But now that the act was here, ready to unfold, she doubted her abilities.
Ansley was afraid she wouldn’t be able to please them at the same time. Was her body even equipped to accommodate four hard cocks?
Elliott pressed his mouth against hers. “Kiss me,” he said, gently licking his way across her parched lips. “Think of the pleasure. The pain will only last a second, if you experience any discomfort at all.”
“I trust you,” she said, noticing how Tristan jerked behind her.
As if he were punishing her for saying the words he apparently longed to hear himself, he thrust three fingers inside her rectum, stuffing them inside her and then twirling them as high as they would go. She cried out with the unexpected penetration.
Elliott’s kiss smothered away the objection he must’ve feared would eventually fall from her lips. Within a second, maybe two, Tristan’s fingers worked in a scissorlike fashion and her back channel had never been invaded in a more pleasurable way.
That is, until he removed his hand and immediately slid the tip of his erection right to the puckered ring and said, “Tell me when.”
Elliott’s tongue thrust inside her mouth once more. She broke their kiss and made her request. “Fuck me, Tristan. Let me feel you.”
“Your wish is my command.” His cock surged forward, and he bracketed his arm around her waist, pulling her atop him.
“Oh God!” she screamed out as he took her inch by inch, working his cock inside her with one calculated thrust at a time.
Bailey rubbernecked, focusing on their connection. With great satisfaction lingering in his hooded eyes, he said, “Nice and slow. Be gentle with her, man.”
Leaning down, Bailey then encircled her clit with his fingertips, rubbing the tender button with a pampering touch. As Tristan’s cock thrummed inside her, she became aware of the downbeat of her breathing. A humming sound filled the room as his breath and hers became synchronized.
“It’s me and you, Elliott,” Bailey said, gripping his shoulder.
Together, they aimed their penises toward her as if they’d fucked her together a hundred times before. They rubbed their cocks against her folds. Her pussy clenched as she anticipated the first dual stroke.