Crystal's Cowboys (MMF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 75,763
25 Ratings (3.8)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M]

Crystal finds herself lying in the blazing hot Nevada desert, with no memory of how she got there and two seductive cowboys riding to her rescue. Ranch hands Trey and Rafael are hot as hell and want her desperately—how can she choose between them? Her answer? Seduce 'em both together in the old abandoned bunkhouse where they keep her as their sexy little secret.

Riding double sends Crystal soaring to sexual heights—especially the thought of her two cowboys taming each other as well. But secrets of their own and her forgotten danger could cost her both of her western heroes. Will her wild ride end in a hard fall?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Crystal's Cowboys (MMF)
25 Ratings (3.8)

Crystal's Cowboys (MMF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 75,763
25 Ratings (3.8)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
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4 CUPS: "Crystal and her cowboys are hot enough to make a reader weep. The mystery starts from the very beginning and successfully flows through the story. The best part of the story is there are many avenues to explore and keep the reader interested. Crystal’s Cowboys is a sizzling hot book well worth the investment."-- Delane, Coffee Time Romance

4 STARS: "CRYSTAL'S COWBOYS is a sizzling erotic romance that's hotter than the desert in which it's set. With the hot cowboys, suspenseful plot, and super steamy love scenes, I really couldn't put it down. Trey and Rafael are ranch hands in Nevada, and while out on their horses, they find a woman lying unconscious in the desert, looking dehydrated. They rescue her and try to nurse her back to health while trying not to notice how much both men are attracted to her. When she wakes up, Crystal doesn't know where she is or how she got there, but she knows that she's in trouble. She takes her hunky cowboys up on their offer of a place to stay, but she is surprised by how much she wants them both. As time goes on, the attraction between all three of them is undeniable, and they begin to explore the attraction. As the trio become closer, they try to figure out the dangers that await Crystal before it's too late. The characters in this book were great. All of our main characters had a secret. For Crystal, she couldn't figure out how she ended up in the middle of the desert, Rafael was harboring "more-than-friendly" feelings for Trey, and Trey had some secrets of his own. It made for very interesting reading watching them all come to terms with their individual issues. Crystal really brought Trey and Raf together in a way which they never had considered before, even though they had known each other and were friends for years. The plot was exciting and suspenseful. The world-building was very realistic. From the ranch life to the sights on the Vegas strip, I really felt like I was there. The author's use of the locations to help build the plot was fantastic. Most of the action and revelations came with a change of scenery and it was very fitting that it happened that way. This was an extremely erotic story. The attraction between all three of the characters was palpable, although Trey and Raf weren't acknowledging their feelings for each other in the beginning of the book. But their relationship bloomed out of the sensuality they shared while sharing Crystal made the menage all the more sensual. There was a ton of sex in the book, but what was there was absolutely smokin'. So, CRYSTAL'S COWBOYS features wonderful characters, an exciting plot, fantastic world-building, and steamy sex. This book kept me entertained, and I was really sad to see it end. This is my first book by this author, but it definitely won't be my last!" -- Rho, The Romance Reviews

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Rafael reached the rear bunkhouse door and stopped with his hand on the knob. Maybe Crystal was the answer. Not that he should take advantage of a girl just to reaffirm his masculinity, but if she were so inclined to find a reasonably good-looking guy like Rafael worth her while, maybe he could shake off this disturbing attraction to Trey. Maybe he was spending too much time around guys. He hadn’t been on a date in what, four months? Six? He curled a lip at the thought. He hadn’t had his cock rubbed by anything but a saddle and his own fist for too long. No wonder rippling muscles and six-pack abs were starting to look good.

He went on alert the moment he pulled the bunkhouse door closed behind him. Noises were coming from the other room.

“No,” he heard Crystal saying. “Stop it.”

“Crystal?” Rafael darted across the floor, his pulse racing. “Shit,” he said when he stepped on an old horseshoe, sending him off balance. He kept on his feet by speeding his pace, grabbing the door frame to stop himself as his eyes swept the room in made fury in search of his quarry.

Crystal was alone, still lying on the makeshift bunk. She thrashed around, fighting invisible monsters in her sleep.

“Get off me!” she shouted. “They’ll hurt the butterflies.”

Butterflies? What the hell?

He moved to her bedside, stopping to pick up a half-empty bottle of water Trey had left behind. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Her hair was in complete disarray, half covering her face. He uncapped the clear plastic bottle as he spoke. “Crystal? Wake up. Drink some water, sweetheart.”

Rafael pushed the hair from her face and slid a hand behind her neck to lift her head up. When the bottle got near her lips, her dark green eyes flew wide and then narrowed. “No!” she screamed, jerking her head aside and slapping the bottle out of his hand. It bounced off his lap, leaving a wet stain on his jeans before hitting the floor.

“Shit,” he said, glancing at the contents gurgling out all over the dusty wood floor. “Come on, don’t fight me, honey. I’m tryin’ to help you.”

“Don’t call me honey, you bastard.” Crystal reached out again, intent on striking him in the face.

He caught her by the wrist—and the other one that followed—and pinned them on either side of her head. “Play nice,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Her eyes looked panicked and wild as she bucked against him. Although she was looking at Rafael, he could tell she wasn’t seeing him. She was in some kind of waking nightmare—or another hallucination. Either way, her gyrations were reigniting the erection he’d left in the other bunkhouse.

“Crystal,” he said. “You’re here with me, on the ranch. We found you in the desert. Remember? You’re safe.”

“Why are you hurting me?” she ground out through clenched teeth.

He let go of her wrists instantly, and the flat of her palm lashed up and caught the side of his face. Again he grabbed her and held her arms in check.

“Knock that shit off,” he said, feeling the biting sting of her slap against his cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you, ma’am.” He pressed her wrists a bit tighter into the blankets beneath her. “But I will keep you from smackin’ the hell out of me while I’m tryin’ to take care of you. Got it?”

Slowly she nodded, and he relaxed his hold without letting go of her wrists completely. Crystal blinked a couple of times, then pressed her eyes shut with a groan.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“The ranch where I work,” he said. “Trey and I have been lookin’ after you since we brought you here yesterday.”

When her eyes reopened, they seemed to focus on him this time. “Who are you?”

“Rafael Monroe. We met when you came to in the desert.”

She narrowed her eyes. “The desert?”

He nodded. “That’s where we found you. Then we brought you here.” He let go of her and reached down to pluck the bottle off the floor. Most of the water had emptied out, except for an inch or so in the bottom. “Try to drink somethin’.”

He helped her lift her head, and she took a sip but then began coughing. He set down the bottle while she covered her mouth with a delicate hand.

“Are you going to be sick again?” he asked.

She shook her head and looked at him demurely. Then without warning, she grabbed hold of him and pulled him close. “I do remember you,” she breathed. Her breath smelled sickly sweet, like acetone. Nevertheless, her touch sent a ripple of heat through his gut.

He tried to gently wrestle himself away, but she held fast. “You do?”

“Yes. You’re the handsome one.”

He smiled. “Can’t argue with that.”

“I have to thank you for saving me. I never thanked you.”

“That’s okay. You—”

She cut him off by shocking the hell out of him with a kiss. Since when had his dreams become this prophetic? Not that the idea of her offering thank you sex soured his day any.

Her tongue was almost as dry as her cracked lips when she swept it out in search of his. He was erect in a single heartbeat, a fact he knew because his pulse pounded loud enough for him to count.

“Come on,” she said against his lips. “Fuck me. Don’t you want to?”




Rafael’s fingers plunged inside of her pussy, and she arched back in a moan of delight. She draped a bent leg over the edge of the bath to give him greater access while he thumbed her clit and fucked her with three fingers, stretching her wide and rubbing across her G-spot until she felt the first shudders of orgasm stir. But his fingers weren’t what she wanted—she wanted the cock she’d been denied the previous night.

She pushed the men back enough for her to get on her knees, dripping wet. She took hold of Rafael’s fly. “Now,” she said.

His cock sprang free into her wet hands, and she sucked in his musky length. Rafael’s thighs stiffened while her mouth slid over him, and he groaned in almost anguish. Then she felt Trey behind her, still outside the tub, massaging her shoulders while he rubbed his magnificently hard cock against her back. “Mm,” she murmured against Rafael’s cock, running her tongue up and down the length and then teasing his ball sac.

He hissed and gripped her head. “Jesus, Crystal, I’m gonna shoot my load right down your throat.”

She pulled back, though she kept working his rod with her hand. “Not tonight, cowboy. You still owe me a ride.”

With that she tugged him forward, and he stumbled over the edge of the tub in a drunken stagger. With a dramatic splash, Raf was in the tub with her—boots, jeans, and all. She pushed him down until he sat in the water. “Couldn’t you wait for me to get undressed?” he said with a shocked smile.

She shook her head and straddled his lap. “Help me,” she said into his ear. “I want your cock inside me.”

“You’re a wild animal when you’re horny,” he said, reaching to position his dick against her pussy hole. When the deliciously thick head was right where she wanted it, she dropped straight down until he was buried deep inside. She put her head back and gasped at the feel of him, so big, filling her more than any man—even Trey, though in fairness he’d done her standing against the wall where she had less control over penetration. Here, straddling Rafael’s lap, she could bottom his erection out in her pussy and bounce up and down however she wanted.

“Give me your cock, Trey,” she said, her voice broken up by grunting sounds every time her ass his Rafael’s jean-clad thighs. The wet fabric against her naked skin drove her crazy, and she rubbed her tits on his soaked shirt.

Trey stood with his stiff cock in hand, and she took it from him and began rubbing his shaft back and forth in time to her strokes up and down on Raf’s.

“Bend down so I can have your mouth,” she ground out, and he did. She leaned close to Rafael as she kissed Trey, wondering what he thought of having the taste of Rafael’s cock on her lips. Then a devilish thought came.

She slowed her hips until she was rubbing her clit against Rafael’s pelvis while she tongue-fucked Trey. Trey growled and closed his eyes. She pulled back enough so his tongue had to flick out in search of hers. She let go of his cock, took hold of Rafael’s head and did her best to kiss both men together. Then she pulled out of the three-way kiss and bent to slide Trey’s twitching cock in her mouth.

There was a surprised moan and the gratifying sounds of the men still kissing for a moment. Trey shuddered and broke it off first.

“Sorry,” she heard him whisper. “I thought it was Crystal.”

“It’s okay,” Rafael said, his voice coming through clenched teeth.

Well, it had been worth a shot.

Trey straightened and pumped himself in and out of Crystal’s mouth, gripping her hair and calling out encouragement. “You suck cock like you fuckin’ love it,” he said.

She murmured agreement with a throaty moan, making sure it vibrated all along his shaft. He grabbed her hair tighter until it almost hurt, sending stabs of pleasure through her. Rafael slid his hands on her breasts and tried to use gentle strokes on her nipples. She released Trey’s cock long enough to say, “Harder, Raf. Pinch them.”

    He did, and it brought her right to the edge.


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