[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, Consensual BDSM, Multiple Partners, Suspense]
Sydney has a problem with Bitch. The horse her father treasures more than gold is running loose and a blizzard is headed for Southwest Virginia. After spending the entire morning chasing the darn animal, she discovers she's probably not going to earn Cowgirl of the Year for her efforts.
So what's a damsel in designer jeans to do? Call in reinforcements and fortunately, she knows where to find them.
The Donovan men are known for their good looks, alpha-male ways, and their skills behind stacks of hay bales. It's their skills that often keep Sydney up late at night, only she's just dreamed about them. She's never had the opportunity to act on them because her father's career often kept her on the move.
A blizzard strikes out and the Donovan brothers want to take the first step and make Sydney their own. Only first they'll have to reveal a torrid past and answer some tough questions about their family and Sydney's father. Soon, they discover their innocent little Sydney harbors several secrets of her own and from out of nowhere, a stranger rides in the storm with a surprise for the Donovan brothers.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 STARS: "Natalie Acres - bestselling author brings readers a whole new book, Cowboy Boots And Untamed Hearts Ms. Acres sure brought the big guns in her latest book. There were lots of secrets, not to mention more twists and turns enough to make one dizzy. After reading Cowboy Boots And Untamed Hearts, I've come to realize just how much I adore Ms. Acres books. I can't say for sure which one of Ms. Acres books are my favorite, but Cowboy Boots And Untamed Hearts is sure climbing the top of my all time favorite title list. With great pleasure I give Cowboy Boots And Untamed Hearts a rating of 5 Stars!" -- Estefanie L., Night Time Romance Reviews
At the end of the driveway, Jett slammed on the brakes and pushed the gearshift into park position. He casually extended his arm across the seat and turned to face her.
“What are you doing with Kev, Sydney?”
The question took her by surprise. “What?”
“Answer me. I want to know what you’re doing riding around with my brother.”
“We were going to the store to get some supplies.” She stopped chattering out excuses, but only for a second. “Riley told him to give me a lift. I guess he thinks I’m incapable of driving in the snow, who knows.”
“Is that right?”
She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to explain anything to Jett Donovan. “Yes. Sure it is.”
“Tell me something, little Sydney. If you’d gone to the store with my brother, would the two of you have stopped long enough to do this—”
Before she even saw one coming, Jett’s kiss invaded her lips. She felt the heat pass between them while some sort of magnetic current held them together.
His mouth covered hers while his tongue led her into a wet tunnel of pure bliss. Her heart raced and her nipples burned for a touch, not just any caress, but a Donovan hand. The kind of fingers she felt certain were fully trained to manipulate a woman.
If she imagined the bolts of electricity between them, it didn’t matter. This was what she’d read about. This was what she’d dreamt about. She realized when she looped her arms around his neck that what they had between them defined sexual chemistry to the extreme. Jett wasn’t a man who aroused a woman and then refused to screw her.
Jett framed her face with his large palms and kissed her breath away. In that one moment, she fell back in love with a Donovan. The kiss he robbed did more than snatch her lips. He stole her heart all over again.
A few times, she tried to break free from his mouth but he weaved his fingers through her hair and drew her closer. She felt his pulse pounding against his wrists and her ear. He stroked her tongue with his and nipped, oh how he bit and sipped at her lips before kissing her whole mouth again.
He ran his fingertips along her neck, adding a little pressure to her collarbone while his lips moved lower. At the same time, a loud peck on the windshield stilled their moment. Jett slammed his fist against the steering wheel and then used it to pull away from her.
Before he rolled down the window, Kevin opened his door. “What ‘cha doing here in this truck, little brother?”
“More than you’ve ever done,” he growled. “You need something?”
Kevin bypassed the first hole and sank into her second. Damn it all, Brock still wanted her lips on him. She closed her mouth tight and made him want for it.
“Open,” he ordered, holding her jawbone.
Kevin slapped her bottom. “Do it.”
She opened her mouth and sucked the head. He tasted like homespun heaven and she liked everything about his salty existence. He swelled into her mouth with each and every inch somehow disappearing between her cheeks. His masculine smell filled her senses. His weight shifted without mercy and he stroked after a pleasurable release she needed him to find between her jaws.
Brock slid down her throat and her gag reflex never bothered with a true response. She focused on Kevin instead.
He hammered into her center filling her with his size and leaving her astonished in many ways. She never expected him to fuck like this. He gave her one stiff dose of himself and then withdrew long enough to play with her ass, fingering her ring with a simple touch.
“You like this, babe?”
She mumbled but didn’t provide a true answer. His fingers destroyed her ability to respond.
He slapped her bottom hard. “Answer little subbie.”
“Kevin,” she whimpered releasing Brock with a pop. “Please! I can’t…I can’t…”
“Oh, I think you can.” He twirled his fingers into her ass and she screamed out when he penetrated her pussy again. “That’s right. You can.” He stroked her with ripe thrusts, his mouth at her ear nipping at the lobe, breathing heavy at her nape and then licking her wherever he kissed.
“Kevin…” She breathed his name helplessly. “You’re…you’re killing me.”
“Ah yeah?” He withdrew. “How’s that, Syd?”
She swallowed hard. Kevin had a dirty mind. Who would’ve thought? He was as naughty and perverse as the rest of them, maybe even worse.
Brock flashed a wicked, knowing smile. He yanked her with him as he laid flat against the bed.
“She’s ready, now,” Brock advised, and Kevin lost his position with the newfound information.
Brock finger-fucked her with a measured pace before he moved his cock right into place. “Good Lord, Sydney. You’re staying wet for us, aren’t you baby?”
He surely didn’t expect an answer. She was barely coherent and lost her ability to speak.
Kevin’s strokes came fast the second Brock found his spot. They rocked back and forth, shifting her along their shafts. She cried out with pleasure, screaming this time, all of their names as both men rammed to the finish. Kevin slid out after his climax, and Brock continued to thrust.
She watched Kevin clean himself and missed him immensely, his departure one she couldn’t fathom after the brutal way he loved her. Yes, he gave her a piece of his heart and she realized it. She believed that she saw a side to him no other woman knew existed. No one would imagine Kevin Donovan like that, no one.
Sydney wanted to love him all over again. This time, make love to him and him alone. Instead, those rambling thoughts and ideas came and went when Brock rolled over her and held her hands clasped above her head.
“Feel me, Sydney.”
She wrapped her legs around his back and took each of his loving strokes, always longing for just one more. “Brock…please, let me have all of you, Master.”
They shared a smile, a rare expression found in him, then he dropped her hands, framed her face and made love to her mouth. Stroke after stroke, his tongue and penis worked in time. “Yes, my darling subbie, I am yours, always yours, only yours…forever.”
Sydney clawed at him one last time and he smacked her hip, in indication of their strong finish. Driving into her now, his lips crashed over hers. He remained inside of her long after their orgasms subsided.
Brock owned her body, heart, and soul. With him locked between her walls, buried deep inside of her, she felt beautiful, empowered, and finally loved.