[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Trouble is following Patricia Graymont home. But she needs somewhere to hide for a while, to sort through everything that’s happened, and as the saying goes, there really is no place like home. The only problem is having to face the two men she still loves and once left behind.
Blake Jacobson and Corbin Franks have worked on the Graymont Ranch for as many years as they can remember. They have a love for the land and the work they do is to keep it as natural as possible. They also both love the owner’s daughter, but once upon a time, they had to let her go to become the woman they always knew she could be.
Her homecoming was everything Patty could hope for, and more. Already feeling a little raw emotionally, seeing Blake and Corbin again was like a healing balm to her soul. Now, all they have to do is survive the coming storm.
A Siren Erotic Romance
The sound of a door slamming was closely followed by loud curses of a creative, if inaccurate, nature. Lifting his head up from the books he’d been semi-diligently going over, Daniel peeked out the window. What he saw was one of his hands, half-dressed, arguing with Constantine, his housekeeper.
Rolling his chair closer to the window, he cracked it open. He didn’t need to, the whole house had air conditioning. Nope, he was being a nosy old man and cracked it to eavesdrop. Not that he was old. He was only sixty and still going strong. He’d had a great life, an even better one with his beloved wife Charlotte, God rest her soul. She’d given him thirty-five years of marriage, love, and the best sex of his life. She’d also given him every single one of his gray hairs, two sons and a daughter.
Connor worked the farm and, one day, would take over for him. Brendan was a lawyer in Great Falls and handled all the legal matters for the farm, not that there were a lot, but it was a business. And his baby, Patricia, was in New York working for an interior designer and one day, God willing, would go out on her own. In the meantime she was living life, enjoying her career and called him every weekend to chat a mile a minute. Just like her mama used to do whenever she was excited, or pissed off. Chuckling, he shook his head. That girl could talk the ear off of anyone and try the patience of even the Pope himself.
“I’ve told you a dozen times Constantine, and I’m sorry I have to apparently declare it to the whole damned world, but I’m not interested,” Blake, the half-dressed hand, said in a loud tone. Daniel’s attention was dragged back to the goings-on outside the window.
“That’s not what Trevor said,” the woman shrieked. “Do you think I would be there if you hadn’t apparently been pining for me?”
“Pining!” Daniel winced. He hadn’t known that Blake’s voice could go that high or that loud. “Woman, I have never nor will I ever pine for a woman. Especially you, Constantine Delgado. You are a busybody and way too much maintenance. And if I ever, ever catch you trying to jump me while I’m in my rack sleeping again, I will personally kick your ass out of Montana one step at a time.”
The woman shrieked at the top of her lungs, pure frustration there, Daniel thought. His next thought was he would be needing a new housekeeper. And he was spot-on with that assessment, especially given her next words. “Don’t fucking bother you degenerate! I quit!” she screamed. With that volume, Daniel was pretty sure all of Montana knew she’d just quit.
“Good!” Blake sneered right back at her. “I pity the next fool that dares to take you on. I only pray that he’s got a wife that puts you in your fucking place.”
Another shriek and Constantine was storming toward the house. Eyes going wide, Daniel shut the window and rolled his chair back into place just in time for the front door to smack the siding. Wincing, he turned his attention to the books as she went to her room. More banging, door slamming, and a lot of swearing.
One of the problems with having a single woman on the farm was that the men tended to forget about her sex when they were working and let loose with some creative language. Not that he normally minded. The only time he enforced it with the hands was when Patricia came home to visit. ’Course, most of the lads thought of her as a baby sister, so that helped keep the cursing to a minimum. Not that he was fool enough to believe his baby girl couldn’t out-swear them all. She could. He was just in denial and would remain so until the day he left his farm and went to meet up with his Charlotte in the hereafter.
His head came up as he realized that silence reigned in the house all of a sudden. Oops, thought it too soon. A door slammed and angry steps stomped toward his office. Pasting on a bland expression, he looked up. “Constantine, uh, are you going somewhere?” he asked. Okay, an Academy Award was not in his future, but she was too pissed off to notice.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Graymont, I can’t work here any longer. I quit,” she said, slamming her suitcase to the floor.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Constantine. May I ask why?” He tipped his head and hoped he looked confused and slightly curious.
“It’s got nothing to do with you, sir. It’s…” she waved a hand viciously if vaguely about. “It’s them! Those no-good, vile men!” she hissed.
Fighting a chuckle, he nodded slowly. “Well, I’m sad to see you go, Constantine. But you have to do whatever is right for you, dear.” He grabbed his checkbook and wrote her out a check for her last pay plus a little extra. Passing it to her, he sighed, “If you need references, you have them call me. You did great work while you were here and I’m going to make sure they know that.”
She folded the check, stuffed it into her purse and hefted her suitcase. “Thank you, Mr. Graymont. I am sorry to leave you in the lurch like this.”
“Don’t even worry about it. We’ll make do.” He waved her off. “Drive safe now and if you need anything, let me know.”
A stiff nod was her only answer as she spun away. The door slammed behind her and he turned to watch her march to her car. The finger she threw toward the bunkhouse was telling—immature, but very telling. So were the spinning tires and gravel kicked up behind her as she tore up the drive toward the main road.
“Wow, that girl is mad,” he muttered, reaching for the phone. Hitting a number on speed dial, he grinned when his buddy at the Mission Post picked up. “Morty, how’s it going? Good, good. Nah, usual shit and lots of it, given what I’ve got out in the north forty. Listen, I need you to run my ad for a housekeeper. Yup, she thought she’d get into one of the lads’ pants and he told her otherwise. I know, damn women are just too pushy. A little subtlety goes a hell of a lot further. Yup, sounds good. I’ll drop the check off tomorrow when I’m in getting supplies. What? Yeah,” he chuckled. “We can grab a beer. Let’s say around four if that works for you. Sounds good, see you then Mort.”
Patty kissed him back. She was desperate and needful in the kiss. When she pulled back, she licked her lips. “I guess I am just insatiable.” Her hands moved up and down his chest, nails raking very lightly over his chest as she did so. “I really, really think that we should all get together and make love. What do you think?”
“Anything and everything you want,” he said, his voice deeper, rougher. Pulling on her hands, he backed toward the bed. Just as they reached it she felt the brush of Corbin’s body at her back, his hands settling on her hips.
“That’s very, very good.” Patty leaned back against Corbin and let her hands move over Blake. “It’s very good that you boys will give me everything that I want, when I want it. I love that you both want and need me every single bit as much as I want and need you, as well.”
“More,” Corbin told her, his hands sliding down to her ass and spreading her cheeks. His cock rubbed between them, over her anus but didn’t penetrate. “On the bed, Tisha. I need you again, woman, and then after we’ll chat more.”
“Sounds good.” She whimpered. “Get the lube. I want you inside of my ass sooner rather than later.” That was one thing that the boys loved about her, she never hesitated in telling them just what she thought and felt at any one given moment in time. “I need. God, I need.”
Blake released her hands and Corbin urged her onto the bed. They left her to crawl into the middle, Blake moving to the side table. From the drawer he pulled out the tube of lube and sat on the bed. When she settled on her belly, he spread her buttocks and squirted some of the cold gel into her anus, the slight chill causing a shiver to run through her.
“Easy,” he whispered as his finger pressed to her ass and inside, working the lube in deeper before more was applied and pushed in and around her hole. She saw the tube hit the side table and skid slightly before stopping against the base of the lamp.
Their hands on her had her turning, facing Corbin. Blake was taking her ass, a rarity. He seemed to prefer seeing her face when they made love or just plain fucked. But today he was going to take her from behind as Corbin took her pussy again. His cock was hard against her mound as he pulled her in closer, lifting a leg over his hip. The head rubbed to her clit, teasing her and making her even wetter than she’d been.
Blake’s heat was at her spine, his cock rubbing through the lube in her ass crack. His work-roughened hands cupped her ass and spread her wide, the head of his cock pressing to her ass and then slipping inside. As he began to press inside, Corbin’s cock slid into her pussy, one hard, smooth thrust to fill her just as Blake filled her ass.
Pure and intense pleasure filled Patty. She arched and pressed her breasts to Corbin’s chest and her ass tighter against Blake. “Jesus,” she cried out with a low and growly moan of pure pleasure. “That feels so good.” She needed it. God, she needed these men taking her so badly. “More.” She demanded of her lovers.
Their first thrusts weren’t very coordinated but soon enough they fell into a pattern. In and out, stretching her and then slipping away. Corbin’s one hand came up to cup a breast, flicking her nipple and rolling it tightly between his fingers.
This was what she had missed, having both men loving her as they were, and it was just that. It was love. This went beyond sex and into pure and intense emotional connections that she never, ever wanted to let go of. “Perfect.” She heard herself breathing out quietly.
They took and they gave. Every stroke of their hands, every brush of their lips told her how much they loved her. Every touch spoke of just how much they cared and treasured her. Every nip of their teeth proved just how far gone into the moment they were as they drove their cocks in deeper, harder.
She could swear she felt their souls brushing, the three of them connecting on a level that was truly soul deep. A low moan escaped her, a moan of pure pleasure and need. “That feels so good.” She loved when they were all together, just as much as they loved it, she was sure. If not more, that was.
Corbin bent his head and kissed her hard, his tongue thrusting deep. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he teased it and rolled her nipple harder. Tugging on the tight bud, he thrust harder, deeper as he pulled her leg up higher over his hip.
Patty’s body was theirs to control.