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Riding Her Cowboy Doms (MFM)

Pleasure, Texas 4

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, whipping, paddling, sex toys]

Eva Marie McAlister vows to keep herself for true love. But keeping her vow isn’t easy working as a waitress at the BDSM club. Until she finds the men she wants, it’s a policy of “hands off the private parts.”

Cowboys Gage and William Langham are hired on at Pleasure Ranch and the club. When Eva Marie is assigned to help them learn how to be the best Doms they can be, they quickly realize she could be more than just their teacher.

As natural Doms, Gage and William catch on fast and soon end up teaching their submissive a thing or two. She’s riding them hard and they want the chance to repay the favor. But no matter what, Eva Marie’s sticking to her guns when it comes to giving it up.

The Dom/sub lessons are going well. But when another wants control, the threat spins their lives into chaos.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Eva Marie reached into the duffel bag she’d thrown in the pickup’s bed and pulled out her waitress uniform. Bending over, she hooked the back of the black halter top, then buttoned the straps behind her neck. With that done, she shimmied the tight skirt over her hips and zipped it at the waist. Club rules meant not wearing any panties.

“Besides, you’re two full-grown men. I figure I haven’t got anything you haven’t seen before.”

“That might be true, but yours looks a lot better than most we’ve seen.”

She did a little curtsy at William. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you noticed.”

“And you know how to use your body. That was quite the show.”

Gage was harder to handle than his brother. “I figure you two will be dropping by the club after work sometime, so why not give you a preview of what you can expect?”

Wickedness seeped into Gage’s expression. “I heard we can expect a whole lot more than just a show.”

She’d let them know how it was right from the get-go. “From others, maybe, but not from me. I don’t do the playtimes.”

“Now that’s a damn shame.” William wasn’t teasing her. He was dead serious.

“And what’s your name, darlin’?” asked Gage.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been called darlin’, but he’d said it with a little extra rawness she liked. That along with the Southern drawl could’ve melted her panties. If she’d been wearing any. She tilted her head then flipped her hair the way she knew men liked. “Eva Marie.”

“Is that your full name?” asked William.

Again, his face had more expression in it than Gage’s, confirming that he was the more outgoing of the two. “It’s Eva Marie McAlister.”

“Okay, Eva Marie McAlister. Do you go skinny-dipping a lot?” William grinned, showing two amazing, sexy-as-hell dimples. The dimple on his left cheek pointed at the scar that ran along the side of his neck. Yet, instead of making him less attractive, it gave him a dangerous vibe in a hot, bad-boy kind of way. He had an odd combination of boy-next-door and wickedness whereas Gage was simply bad boy through and through.

“Just so you know, I’m not here every day. I don’t have a scheduled showtime or anything.”

“Wouldn’t turn it down if you did,” added Gage.

She stuffed her other clothes into the bag, then slammed the tailgate closed. Walking around to the door, she slid her bag across the torn leather seat, then turned back to them. “You should’ve told me you were spying on me.”

Gage didn’t take her joke the right way. “We were in plain sight. I wouldn’t call that spying.”

“If you were gentlemen, you would’ve told me you were there.”

William’s laughter was deep and throaty. And yeah, filled with a craving she knew only too well. His accent mirrored his brother’s. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re not gentlemen.”

“You aren’t foolin’ anyone, darlin’. You knew damn well we were watching.”

“Did I?” She frowned, putting on a different kind of show. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.” She hopped behind the wheel.

“You know you did.” Gage challenged her some more. “That was one hell of a show.”

She liked a good challenge. “And if it wasn’t a show?”

“Darlin’, don’t try and deny it.”

“I’m not saying one way or the other.”

“You will.”

Intriguing. That was a good word for Gage. “I will?”

“Maybe not in so many words, but you’ll tell me I’m right.”

She glanced at William, who remained quiet, his interest evident in his intense expression.

“Okay, now I’ve got to know.” She arched an eyebrow. “How do you think I’ll tell you if I don’t say anything?”

Gage studied her. “Because, darlin’, the next time we see each other, I’m going to kiss you. And when you kiss me back, your kiss will tell me you knew we were there all along.”

She chuckled, amused at his nerve. “Cowboy, you’re dreaming.”

“We’ll see.”

William shifted in his saddle. “I’ll take a part of that action.”

“No one’s going to take anything. Like I said, if you boys are looking for a little fun, try stopping by the club. I’m sure you know where it is, considering you’re riding Pleasure Ranch stock.”

“Are you putting on a show tonight?”

Gage seemed even more interested than before.

“I just might be.”

“Then we might just stop by,” added William.

She turned down the volume on the radio and switched it back to the country channel. Throwing the gearshift into drive, she gave them a wink. “See you later, boys.” She hit the gas pedal, lurching the old truck forward, and sending up a cloud of dust.

When she checked out her rearview mirror, they were in the same place she’d left them. “I sure do you hope y’all show up. Something tells me you two are going to be a lot of fun.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

It didn’t take long to see the two cowboys perched on top of their mounts. To their credit, they weren’t hiding behind the trees like Peeping Toms. Instead, they sat on their mounts, their hands resting on their saddle horns, their cowboy hats pushed back on their foreheads.

She recognized the horses they rode as belonging to Pleasure Ranch. That meant they were either friends of the Casing brothers or new ranch hands. Either way it gave them more credibility than if they were just two strangers who’d wandered off the road to find her swimming buck naked in the pond.

Okay, then. If they want a show, I’ll give them one.

She swayed, just as she did at work whenever she wanted better tips. Truth be told, the sway came naturally to her. She couldn’t remember a time after the age of fifteen when she didn’t walk that way. Since a woman had hips, then it only figured she’d let them swing side to side.

By the time she’d made it to her pickup with the tailgate down and her clothes draped over it, she would’ve sworn she could feel their hot gazes burning a hole in her ass.

Like what you see, boys?

She could’ve gotten dressed right then and there, but couldn’t resist having a little fun. She opened the driver’s side door and turned the ignition key. The radio set was set on her favorite country music channel, but she hit the second button and changed channels to the more seductive rhythm and blues radio station. She turned up the volume, then sashayed back to the end of the truck.

Pay attention, boys. You don’t want to miss this.

She let the music roll through her, the bass pumping into her, driving the movements of her body. The rhythm seduced her, making her sway and swivel. Her hands naturally found their way along the sides of her hips then up to skim over her breasts and on into her hair. She’d put on a show for them, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it, too.

The sun quickly dried the water beads off her, heating her from the outside in. Holding the tailgate, she gyrated, whipping her hair from one side to the next. Turning around, she leaned against the metal then dropped down into a sexy squat before dipping forward and jerking her body upright in a classic stripper move.

Taking a peek, she was sure they’d moved closer.

Heads up, cowboys. I’m going to make your day.

She hopped up on the tailgate, pushed her clothes out of the way, then stretched out. Her hair haloed out around her head as it had done while floating and her breasts tipped skyward when she brought her arms over her head. More than one man had drooled at her feet with less effort. She heard the snorting of a bored horse and knew that its rider wasn’t the least bit bored.

She undulated, staying with the beat of the sultry tune even when one song ended and another began. Pinching and rubbing her nipples, she cupped one breast, tucked her head, and brought the nipple to her mouth. The taste of the water struck the tip of her tongue and she moaned her pleasure.

But she wasn’t through yet. Of course, if the cowboys got too close for comfort, she’d have to be more careful, but they’d taken up a position several yards from her and hadn’t moved since then.

She snuck another glance at them. Their hats cast shadows over their faces, but it couldn’t hide the muscled builds of their bodies. If their faces were as good as the rest of them, she wouldn’t mind putting on a show for them anytime they wanted. As long as they followed the club’s rules and kept their hands off. Permission to touch was at the sole discretion of the woman.

Working at a BDSM club had presented a unique set of challenges. She’d made it clear from the start that she didn’t mind getting, or even giving, a spank or two. Not in an actual, drawn out scene, but just a quick one every so often. Real, actual sex was off the menu and everyone knew it. She’d obey the Doms and call them masters and sirs, but her vagina and a-hole were off limits.

A new song started, slowing the speed to an even sexier level. She went onto her side, and taking her blouse, put it between her legs so she could hold it at both ends. Moving it back and forth, she closed her eyes and rubbed it against her pussy, working up a pleasant fiction. She moaned, not just for their benefit, but because the longer she rubbed, the more turned on she got.

Her tongue flicked over her lips as she heard a horse nicker, and she opened her eyes to find that they’d closed the distance even more. She should’ve gotten up, but now she was too into it to stop.

Tossing her blouse away, she got onto her back again, then slid her hand between her legs. She was too immersed in what she was doing to study their faces, now that she could see them better, but she recognized that they were as handsome as she’d hoped they’d be.

A sigh escaped her when her fingers eased over the soft flesh on at the sides of her clit. Taking it lower, her fingertips teased the entrance of her pussy while she used the palm of her hand to massage her hard nub. Keeping her gaze locked on first one man then the other, she rubbed, pressing against her clit as her fingers played with her pussy.

The heat of the sun was losing in its contest with the heat burning inside her. She’d started the seduction as a tease, a game, but now she was trapped, lost in a cage of her own pleasure-making. Rubbing harder, she slid her tongue over her upper lip and wondered if, just this once, she’d give in and welcome a stranger, two strangers, as lovers.

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