Cattleman's Club, Volume 1 (MFMM, MFM)

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In Patton’s Way, Patton Jones finally reveals her true interests in Chase, Slade, and Devin Davis after tiring of playing the sweet, sisterly figure. The brothers have secrets of their own, and they fear that coming clean will scare Patton away. Little do they know, Patton isn’t the least bit intimidated by their dark desires. As her plans to get them in bed grow more reckless, her schemes go too far, and the brothers have to make a decision that will seal all their fates.

In Hailey’s Game, Cole Jackson and Kyle Harding are confident that Hailey Mathews doesn’t stand a chance against their advances, no matter what the little woman has cooked up. Hailey has had enough of both men and their games and decides to show them how it’s done. However, if things don’t go according to her plans, the consequences may be graver than she can withstand.

In Rachel’s Seduction, Rachel Adams has grown bored with her daily life and indulges in a night of passion with Killian Kregor and Adam Whitman, though this only whets the deputies’ appetites. They are determined to lure Rachel into submitting to their dark desires, but even this doesn’t keep her from defying them whenever it suits her. The two will need more than ropes and toys to seduce this hardheaded woman—they’ll need a plan.

A Siren Erotic Romance
Jenny Penn is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Patton's Way (MFMM) Hailey's Game (MFM) Rachel's Seduction (MFM)

Cattleman's Club, Volume 1 (MFMM, MFM)
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“Eight-year-olds don’t have boobs like these.” Patton pointed to her chest.

“Some do. Some of them fashion cover models aren’t old enough to drive. Of course, most of them probably aren’t virgins by the time they start to drive.”

“Gee, thanks, Hailey.” Patton gave her friend an insincere smile. “Make me feel better, why don’t you?”

“Hey, don’t whine to me. You don’t have to be a virgin. You could have had the whole alphabet from Adam to Zack if you wanted by now.”

“I’m waiting for the right man.” Patton began to pick at the label on her bottle, venting her annoyance on the stubborn sticker.

“Technically three men, which makes you the sluttiest virgin I’ve ever heard of.”

“I love Chase, Slade and Devin, but if it isn’t to be, I guess I’ll find myself three other hunks to gang bang me. God knows there are enough ripped men running around Atlanta to scratch any kind of itch.”

“Really? Then why haven’t you?”

Patton’s shoulders slumped. “I guess I just wanted to be in love with a guy before we had sex.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It’s stupid.”

“No, it isn’t. Following three men around like a love sick puppy when all they do is pat you on the head and tell you ‘good, girl’, that’s stupid.”

“I do not follow them around like a puppy.”

“Please, spare me. You’re the strongest, hard-willed woman I know, but when it comes to the Davis brothers, you turn into some weak, little woman, doing whatever they want, whatever they say.”

“I do not!”

“Yeah? So you regularly wear skirts that come down to your ankles and turtle necks all the way up to your chin?”

“Screw you, Hailey.”

“Let me ask you this, if it had been any other man than Chase, what would you have done to him for walking out on you like he did today?”

She would have tracked his ass down, pinned him to the wall and ripped him a new one. She might have gone to an adult toy store and bought a pump to send him with a too sweet note apologizing for not recognizing his problem. All sorts of vindictive, mean spirited ideas came to mind.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. Your expression said it all. You would have hurt and humiliated the bastard, but what did you do with Chase? Jumped out a window and ran away. Why don’t you just keep on running, Patton? Run all the way back to Atlanta, to the life you built there and just admit defeat.”

Admit defeat? Never.


* * * *


Both girls were too involved in their conversation to notice Devin moving past the open garden gate or see his head appearing briefly before he ducked back out of sight. Still thinking that they were alone, their conversation went on uncensored.

Devin closed his eyes and banged his head against the fence. He didn’t need to hear this. From finding out that she was a virgin, to knowing that she wanted not just one, but all three of them to make her a woman, it was just too much.

The idea that she intended to give up, go to looking for three other men to take her innocence made his blood boil. He didn’t direct his anger at Patton, though. He aimed it at his two hardheaded brothers for putting them all in this situation.

Patton had been right when she said that they weren’t her brothers. They weren’t, not by blood, not by marriage, not by law. They were her self-appointed guardians, nothing more.

It had started seventeen years ago. Charley Jones, Patton’s father, had worked on the Davis ranch as foreman for as long as anybody could remember. Charley had been best friends with Devin’s dad, Mitch.

When Charley’s wife just left one day, Devin’s mother had pretty much assumed the role of looking after Patton while Charley worked out in the fields. For a mother of three boys, it had been Devin’s mom’s dream come true to have a little girl to teach to sew and cook.

Then one night, Charley and Mitch had drunk a little too much and gotten into a fight. When the men had been separated, Charley lay dead on the floor from a puncture to the heart. Mitch had delivered the wound with the knife he always wore strapped to his thigh.

Whatever happened between Mitch and Charley, nobody knew. Mitch had never explained and Charley couldn’t. As the cops had walked Mitch out, he had turned to his wife and asked that she look after Patton.

The little six-year-old had moved into the Davis farmhouse and driven Devin insane with her silliness. He had been ten and wanted to be out riding the horses and tending the cattle with his older brothers. Instead, he’d been stuck playing with the pesky little girl.

Forced to play everything from Barbie to dress up over the years, their relationship had grown from antagonistic to close. When Patton had started to develop, Devin had taken notice. If it hadn’t been for Chase and Slade threatening him, he’d have done something about it, too.

Chase and Slade saw her as their little girl. They’d played the role of protector to her for so long, they’d refused to accept the notion of her as woman. Slade had always been there helping her with her homework, teaching her how to ride horses and drive a car. Chase had been the father figure, setting curfews and enforcing the rules of the house.

Patton’s voice broke through Devin’s thoughts. “I refuse to admit defeat.”

“Then you’re going to die a virgin.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you.”

“No, I mean it. Maybe if I had some experience, it would help me figure out how to seduce Chase, Slade and Devin.”

“It’s like watching a horse beat its head into a stall door.”

“I’m serious. What I need is a throw away guy.”

“A throw away guy?”

“Yeah, a friend with benefits.”

“That’s never going to work.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not the type of woman.”




 “Isn’t that just the most erotic sight?” Slade’s breathed hotly against her ear as Chase slowly fed her clenching pussy one searing inch after another of his silky hardness.

Patton watched with glazed eyes as the blood darkened cock head slipped and disappeared into her much paler flesh. Her swollen cunt lips stretched wide along the width of Chase’s erection.

“Look at that pretty, pink pussy glistening with your desire,” Slade whispered, his words making her shiver with need and want. “Look how it opens wide to take your lover deep inside you. Tell me, Patton, is he hurting you or is he pleasuring you?”

“Both,” Patton groaned.

She spoke the truth. Muscles that had been used for the first time last night ached as they were stretched anew by Chase’s thick, hard cock. It was a pleasurable ache, leaving her panting with her need to be full, to have him buried deeply within her body.

“You’re to keep that little pussy naked, sweetheart.” Slade’s deep, husky voice mesmerized her. “I like looking at, like watching it being fucked almost as much as I like fucking into its tight, wet depths. Did you like it, Patton? Did you like it when I fucked you?”

“You know I did,” Patton moaned, being driven insane by his words and Chase’s slow penetration.

“How did it make you feel to know Chase and Devin watched me? To know that I’m watching Chase fuck you now?”

“Hot,” Patton gasped as Slade’s hands came around to caress and tease her breasts. Instinctively, she arched her back, offering herself up for his teasing.

“You like being watched, don’t you?” Slade pulled sharply on her nipples when she failed to respond.

“Yes.” Patton had trouble breathing and the word came out choppy and hoarse.

“Yes, what?” Slade demanded with another sharp pull.

“Yes, I like being watched.”

“Hmm, I think we should make a new rule then. Maybe we should require you to be naked whenever it’s just us. What do you think Chase? Should we keep little Patton naked for our pleasure?”

“Perhaps a little lingerie. A garter belt, stockings and some heels.” Chase ground out through clenched teeth.

“And one of those open topped corsets. That way her breasts will always be pushed up and out, ready to be played with. What do you think of that, Patton? Will you make yourself a little outfit for our pleasure?”

“Oh, God,” Patton groaned as Chase settled his entire length into her. He paused, his head lowering to nibble along her neck and collarbone. The little nips only added to the delicious pain echoing through her body, and she tipped her head back to allow him more access.

“What was that?” One of Slade’s hands began to slide down over the quivering muscles of her abdomen to rest at the top of her mound.

“Whatever you want.”

“Very good.” Slade echoed Chase’s chuckle.

“I think she’s learning.” Slade rewarded her with a single flick of her clit.

“Please,” Patton whimpered unable to control the small thrusting movements of her hips as her body begged Slade for another touch, urged Chase to move, anything to relieve the pressure.

“Please what, baby?” Chase continued to leisurely taste her neck.

“Move!” Patton emphasized the demand with a hard jerk of her hips.

“How do you want it, baby?” Chase's own hips gave a jerk in response to hers. “Fast and hard, or slow and easy?”

“Give it to her hard and fast,” Slade answered. “That’s what she wants, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Yes, damnit. Any which way, just fuck me,” Patton screeched, drawing another round of chuckles.

“She’s cursing.” Chase pointed out as he drew slowly back out of her clinging sheath. “She needs more discipline.”

“Later. Fuck me first. Discipline me later.”

“You can count on it, little one,” Chase growled before eliciting a scream of pleasure as he slammed back into her.

He gave it to her just as Slade had told him to. Patton bucked and screamed, taking his fierce fuck and returning it thrust for thrust. Her cunt ached a little from all the recent use, her canal stretched to capacity as he violently slammed into her. It felt so good, the sensation nearly driving her over the edge.

Then, as Patton quivered on the brink of orgasm, shaking helplessly with the clenching pre-climax spasms, Chase paused. Patton cried out and thrust her hips desperately against his, trying to force him back onto pace.

Chase couldn’t be pressured. When he resumed moving, his strokes remained slow and leisurely, causing Patton to snarl at him in frustration.

“You were about to come, baby.” Chase smiled smugly. “But I don’t remember giving you permission.”

“She did that last night with Devin,” Slade reminded Chase.

“I guess that’s two punishments she earned.”

“No, please,” Patton whimpered, completely out of her mind with the need to climax.

“I think we need to teach her how to control her climaxes,” Chase commented as if he were having a normal conversation.

“Do you want to know how we teach a woman to control her climaxes, Patton?” Slade whispered into her ear.

“Oh, God.” Patton didn’t want to hear this, knowing instinctively that his words would only add to her already painfully intense desire.

“First, we tie her to a bed with her legs spread wide for our pleasure.”

“Then,” Chase leaned in close to whisper in her other ear, “we bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again and again.”

With each word, Chase picked up speed until he pounded in and out of her, bringing her right to the verge of the most intense of climaxes.

“Then we stop,” Chase matched his actions to his words, “leaving her right there on the edge.”

“Please!” Patton screamed unable to stand the teasing anymore.

“That’s how we discipline naughty girls who steal climaxes.” Chase ignored her desperate cry. “We deny them.”

“B-but you de-deny yourselves,” Patton stammered trying to think of anything she could do or say to get him to finish what he’d started.

“Oh, no, baby. I can pull out of this tight little cunt and have you finish me off with your beautifully talented mouth. Is that what you want?”

“No,” Patton moaned. “Please, don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t he, Patton?” Slade demanded.

“Please, don’t leave me like this,” Patton wailed. “Let me come.”





 “A porno what?” Despite her best efforts not take him seriously, that caught her off guard on the preposterous scale. Kyle proved his willingness to go extreme as he stepped back into her and growled out in that husky way he knew made her knees wobble.

“You know, a porno-date night. You dress a little slutty, come on over to the house, and Cole and I will show you what ‘just sex’ is all about.”

Just the mere idea had her heart racing, and blood flushed through her veins, warming her up for the melt down. “You’re serious.”

“Like a pitbull after his bone, princess. See, I’ve been thinking, and it isn’t right to use sex as a weapon. That’s what we’re all kind of doing and it’s hurting us all, so I say we wise up and call a temporary truce.”


“A porno-date night,” Kyle repeated.

He meant a three-way, porno-date night, but he couldn’t understand why she had to say no to his offer. Only a fool would sleep with a man she’d already set up to seduce another woman. Right? It had almost happened a week ago, but a week ago she hadn’t liked Cole, but now she kind of feared what she’d done, worried that she might end up hurting herself.

“What do you say, princess?”

Hailey’s jaw clenched because she couldn’t tell him no, even knowing Cole was setting up to betray her. “If I said yes, it would be a no-thrills kind of deal. Straight sex. None of your deviant games.”

Almost immediately his head tilted as his eyes glanced down over her shoulder. “Well, we probably should start stretching that ass. You’ll be thankful for it when Cole’s leash comes off.”

Hailey shivered at that blunt comment, but she refused to let that distract her. “I’m not just talking about that. I’m talking no ropes, no ties, no binds, no toys—”

“No toys?”

“Nothing that I don’t own.”

There came that wicked grin. “You gonna bring your collection with you?”

“Nothing beyond a dildo and lube.”

“Boy, your collection sucks.”

“I’m serious, Kyle.”

“I know and that’s what’s so depressing. You gonna tack on no form of bondage and domination of any kind and really suck the joy out of my day?”

Kyle’s laughter didn’t infect her. Hailey’s mind still stared down the realization of what she’d just agreed to. And why not? Cole might be a bastard, but that didn’t change the fact that she wanted him. What it would change was the level of his humiliation.

Hailey’s mind latched back onto the argument she sold herself on in her garage a week back. Sleeping with Cole would only add to his shame, not hers, so she might as well enjoy the ride. Especially given that Kyle had just negotiated away all the bells and whistles Cole liked to threaten her with, though one rule remained to be stated.

“And no means no.”





“You like that, baby? You want it? You want to feel my dick stretching you wide? You gonna beg me for it?”

The deep, dark words floated through her mind, making her whimper with her own need. God, she wanted it, wanted the thick, hard cock sawing through her pussy lips and teasing her clit with its non-stop stroking motion to plunge deep inside her, fill her, and then pound her hard and fast into oblivion.

“I am going stretch this little cunt wide, fill it with more cock than it’s ever had. I’m going to fuck you harder and deeper than any man has ever fucked you, and you’re going to love it. Every sweaty, dirty second of it. You’re going to be begging for more.”

Oh, God, please. Now. That’s just what she ached for.

“Then I’m going to pull it out and slam it into this ass.” He leaned back, forcing his cock even tighter against her cunt as his hands palmed her butt. “This tight, plush, virgin ass. It is a virgin, isn’t it, baby? You ain’t never taken a man here before, have you?”

Rachel didn’t have the ability to form words. Her voice had been stolen from her long minutes ago. The reasoning needed to form coherent thoughts had been eaten away by the primal instincts Killian called forth with his hands. Those primitive responses ruled now. They bowed her back lower, arching her hips up to rub back against his bold touch.

“Was that a yes?” He flexed his hips, dragging his dick back until it lodged against the edge of her opening. With expert precision, he pressed forward so subtly that not even the full, rounded head of his cock pressed into her. Instead, it hovered, barely inside, more a promise than a fulfillment.

“Answer me, Rachel. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

Her acceptance curled from a moaning pant into an outright scream as he embedded his full length deep into her. Just as she’d fantasized, there was no hesitation in Killian, no persuasive subtly or teasing slowness. He slammed into her with the feral hunger of a primitive man focused on one single goal—mating his woman.

He pounded into her so hard and fast that she’d have flown forward if not for the fingers biting into her shoulders. With a hard grip, he held her prisoner for his fucking. Not that she’d have tried to escape. She’d already melted into the floor, boneless and limp under the aggressive assault of pleasure overwhelming every facet of her reality. Her entire world had narrowed down to the primitive beat of ecstatic drums sounding off with each spearing thrust of Killian’s cock deep into her.

It took him a matter of seconds to shred her world into tattered fragments. So thick and hot, his cock hammered in one explosion after another as rapture began to mushroom through her, racing toward one final, soul-shattering detonation. Then he pulled free and, for a second, she wavered on the very edge of either eternal bliss or total ruin.

A heartbeat later, he forged back into her with a speed and skill that had her eyes bulging. Killian didn’t stop until he had embedded every rock-hard inch of his cock in her ass. The unusual pressure cracked the whip over her release and sent her soul hurtling out of her body.

She shot straight up under the impact of ecstasy’s pure, raw waves and crashed back into Killian. They both tumbled back onto the floor, but Rachel didn’t notice. The pain darkening the edges of her pleasure only served to deepen the depths of her lust.

Trapped within a magical, mystical sphere, Rachel writhed in Killian’s embrace, completely unaware that her own instinctive motions kept the steady hum of pleasure coursing through her. Even as the brutal waves of her release began to subside, the frothy pleasure still lapped over her body, keeping her from truly crashing down.

She did, though, become aware of a few simple facts. The most unavoidable was that Killian’s dick felt like a piece of silk-covered, heated iron, burning her ass from the inside out. He still had her imprisoned in his arms. His thighs still forced her legs open wide, but now she lay stretched across him, open and vulnerable to Adam’s gaze.

Rachel’s breath caught as her gaze locked with his. In some distant part of her mind, a voice cried out that this couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream, a wonderfully dirty dream that excited her to the point of madness.

Insanity. That was the only explanation for the vision playing out before her very eyes. She’d lost her mind. She was not being held captive in Killian’s embrace, impaled on his cock from behind, with Adam’s head slowly lowering over her open, weeping cunt.

This couldn’t be real, but it was. The dark look of hunger in Adam’s gaze grounded her as nothing else could. He kept his eyes locked on hers, keeping her aware of the details when all she wanted to do was get lost in the moment.

Then she was lost, lost to the hot wash of breath over the oversensitive folds of her pussy. Already tormented by Killian’s own feasting and harsh fucking, she didn’t know if she could take another round. Even as Adam’s tongue tickled its way up her split slit, she flinched.

Pleasure to the point of pain came at her from both sides. Every teasing lick Adam made over her cunt had her squirming to escape the piercing shards of rapture that cut through her. The edges melted as her motions jarred the dick impaling her ass and made it burn so brightly with its own form of pleasure that no other sensation survived the inferno.

After a pause and a whispered breath, Adam repeated the cycle of torturous delight. With expert skill, he wound her back up the mountain until she was moaning out, “Please” and begging him to put an end to the game and fuck her. That’s what she wanted. They’d reduced her to a thing of wild need that had one desire—to be filled, fucked, and ridden hard…from both sides.

“Please, Adam.”

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