Desire, Oklahoma The Founding Fathers (MFM, MFMM)

Desire, Oklahoma - The Founding Fathers 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 252,208
5 Ratings (3.6)

In Untamed Desire, when Eb and Jeremiah Tyler left their father’s ranch five years ago, Maggie Simms thought she’d never see them again. But now they’re back. But different. She doesn’t recognize the cold hearted men they’ve become, but she still loves them. And she knows she won’t survive watching them walk away a second time. So she tells herself that being near them is enough, comforts herself with fantasies of marrying one of them and living happily ever after on their father’s ranch, even if the brothers see her as nothing more than a woman they helped raise, one who understands ranch life. Or so she thought. Little does she know that the brothers have plans of their own, plans to take her away from the only home she’s ever known to a ranch in Oklahoma called the Circle T in a town called Desire. Little does Maggie know that they also plan to share her.

In Scandalous Desire, left with her uncle by her mother, Savannah Perry didn’t have an easy life. Overwhelmed and emotionally scarred, she dreams of escape. But then she meets Wyatt Matlock and Hayes Hawkins and falls under their spell. In a night of passion, she gives herself to them, never realizing she’s been starving for love. But ashamed of her actions and desperate for a new life, Savannah heads to Desire, Oklahoma, a town her friend’s husbands have built, a town where people can live as they choose. However, Wyatt and Hayes aren’t about to let Savannah slip through their fingers. They follow her, protecting her, knowing they will do whatever it takes to keep here with them forever.

In Savage Desire, Sarah Smith was raised in a bordello, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she’d have to earn her keep on her back, like her mother, instead of doing the cooking and cleaning. When one of the bordello’s nastiest customers—an outlaw—notices her, Sarah knows her time has run out. Frantic, she rushes to pack her things, only to discover she’s accidentally stolen the outlaw’s gold. On the run, she hops a train headed for Desire, Oklahoma. Once there, she meets a tall dark Indian, who she is inexplicably drawn to. Before she knows it, Sarah finds herself married to him—and his two brothers. But she knows that Willy will come after her…and his gold. Realizing the danger she’s brought to her new home, Sarah runs away again, determined to keep her husbands safe. But Hawke, Blade, and Phoenix Royal aren’t intimidated by the likes of Willy, and they’ll do anything to keep Sarah safe. 

 

 

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Leah Brooke is a Siren-exclusive author.
Desire, Oklahoma The Founding Fathers (MFM, MFMM)
5 Ratings (3.6)

Desire, Oklahoma The Founding Fathers (MFM, MFMM)

Desire, Oklahoma - The Founding Fathers 1

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Word Count: 252,208
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UNTAMED DESIRE

ADULT EXCERPT

 

The difference in the way he took her now surprised her. She didn’t realize that sex could vary from one time to the next. It was as though he’d loosened the reins on his hunger, driving into her with a purpose and desperation that brought her own baser needs to the surface.

She responded to it in a way that shocked her, clawing at him as she fought to get even closer.

It seemed her body knew what to do even if she didn’t, knew what it wanted and made demands on Jeremiah, feminine, primitive demands that she didn’t fully understand.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as he thrust into her, wrapping her legs around him to lift herself into his strokes and crying out each time he dug at that magical place inside her.

He seemed to welcome those demands, meeting them with a forceful determination that left her breathless, her own hungers seeming to feed his.

His thighs shifted, pushing hers even wider as he began to thrust faster, his face buried against her neck. “Maggie! So fucking good. Take more, darlin’.” He nipped her earlobe, the slight sting like a jolt through her body, firing her need even more. She’d never realized sex could be so untamed and frenzied, the frantic turbulence just below the surface adding an animalistic element to it that alarmed her.

Overwhelmed by the riot of sensations and the strength of her own desires, she tucked her face beneath his jaw in a defensive effort to hide as much as she could from him, not daring to let him see her this way.

His knowledge of her body showed in every touch. The sureness of each bold move screamed of arrogant male, one who knew exactly what he did to her and the pleasure each caress gave her. He held her face pressed against his shoulder, murmuring softly to her as if understanding her insecurities even as his cock thrust deep.

Even the possibility that he could know her thoughts increased her sense of vulnerability.

She tightened her hold on him, brushing his shirt aside with her mouth and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Whimpering, she held on to him as the pressure inside her built, her body tensing as he worked that special spot inside her with amazing accuracy.

Her clit throbbed painfully and she jolted each time his body came into contact with it. It began to burn, feeling swollen and far too sensitive, making each brush against it more intense than the last.

Jeremiah groaned, working the head of his cock with deliberate precision against the spot inside her, telling her that he knew more about her body than she did. “That’s it, darlin’. Come. Now, damn it. Come for me.” His hoarse demand in her ear sent a shiver through her at the same time his cock hit that spot again.

A scream ripped from her as the pleasure seemed to explode. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, holding on for dear life as her world spun all around her.

Without warning, Jeremiah tensed and rolled to his back, keeping her head tucked against his shoulder, his hand on her bottom tightening and taking her with him. He held her there, rocking her against him, forcing her clit into contact with his body.

Wild now, Maggie took over, bracing her hands on his shoulders to take what she needed, her movements slowing as the pleasure crested and began its slow decent. Dropping her head back onto his chest, she struggled to breathe, soothed by the solid beat of his heart beneath her ear. Neither moved as she struggled for air, her body trembling helplessly against his.

With a soft chuckle he slid his hands beneath her shirt to wrap them around her.

“I love when you wiggle around. I think maybe next time I’m going to put you on top and let you ride me.”

With a soft moan, she lifted her head, and despite feeling limp and weak, her pulse raced when she saw the look of tender affection in his eyes.

“Don’t make fun of me. You know I can’t be on top.”

He nipped at her bottom lip before tangling his hands in her hair and giving her one of those kisses so hot it curled her toes inside her boots.

“Of course you can. How else do you think Eb and I can take you at the same time?”

 

SCANDALOUS DESIRE

STORY EXCERPT

 

Wyatt stepped closer and bent, keeping his voice low. “We wanted to know where you were headed.” Cupping her jaw, he slid his thumb over her bottom lip.

“We figured you were shaken by leaving—and other things—and that you needed some time alone.”

Hayes, with his hands on his hips, dangerously close to the guns he wore there, turned his head to glare at the shopkeeper, who’d moved closer in an obvious attempt to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“What do you want?”

The shopkeeper paled. “I couldn’t, uh, help but overhear. Uh, she called you Wyatt and Hayes. You, uh, wouldn’t happen to be the US Marshalls, Wyatt Matlock and Hayes Hawkins, would you?”

Every hard line of Hayes’s body tightened with threatening menace.

“Yeah. So?”

Shooting a smug look at Savannah, the shopkeeper came forward, pointing at her.

“I knew she was trouble. She’s a thief, isn’t she? And look how she dresses! What kind of woman, other than an outlaw, wears pants and a holster? I knew she was no good. I knew it. I told Emma that she looks like trouble. I been watchin’ her every time she comes in here, just to make sure she don’t steal nothin’. She must have really done something bad for you to be after her. Did she kill somebody?”

He eyed Eb nervously, but straightened to his full height as though proud that he’d done something that Eb would be thankful for.

Amused, Savannah lifted a brow, sharing a look with Maggie.

Wyatt, on the other hand, looked far from amused. His face turned to stone, devoid of all expression as he turned and faced the other man squarely, placing his body between the shopkeeper and Savannah.

A muscle worked in Hayes’s jaw, his eyes turning even colder.

“Miss Perry is no outlaw. She’s the daughter of a preacher and happens to be our woman.”

He took a step toward the shopkeeper, beating Wyatt by a split second.

“If I hear any talk about her, or if I hear about you treating her with anything but the utmost respect, I won’t be happy at all.”

Reaching out a fist, he grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar and lifted him several inches off the floor.

“You might want to pass that along.”

Even Savannah shivered at his icy tone.

She imagined the looks on their faces as the ones they wore when facing outlaws and, seeing them this way, understood just how they’d earned their reputations.

The shopkeeper looked as though he might pass out.

“Y–Yes, s–sir.”

Hayes spent no more time on him, releasing the stuttering shopkeeper to scramble away before turning back to Savannah.

“We’ve been staying in the room across from yours in the hotel.” At her look of surprise, he raised a brow, as though daring her to protest.

“You really didn’t think we were going to let you out of our sight, did you?”

Her face burned at the intimacy and possession in his hooded gaze, a look she saw in her dreams, night after night. Shifting restlessly at the moisture that dampened her thighs, she looked away, promising herself she wouldn’t be taken in by that look ever again.

Aware of Maggie’s rapt attention and the amusement and suspicion gleaming in Eb’s eyes, Savannah cleared her throat, careful to keep her voice at an angry whisper.

“Perhaps you didn’t understand when I told you that there could never be anything between us, especially…you know.”

Wyatt stepped closer, touching her arm.

“With both of us?”

With her face even hotter, Savannah nodded. “Yes, and I don’t appreciate you telling the shopkeeper otherwise.”

She eyed both of them and straightened to her full height in an instinctive effort to intimidate them, clenching her jaw at the amusement in their eyes at her ineffective ploy as they towered over her.

“You expect something from me that I just can’t give you.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“In case you’re wondering, you’re not anything like your mother. Yeah, we know all about her. You’re a warm, passionate woman, one who needs more than just sex. You need men who love you—men who will give you all the affection you need. God knows you’ve had very little in your life. And, you’re not getting dressed yet. We still haven’t settled that we’re getting married on Saturday.”

“S–Saturday?” Shivering under his hands, she rolled her hips, fucking herself on Wyatt’s cold finger, something that apparently fascinated him.

Tightening his hands on her waist, Hayes touched his lips to her shoulder.

“Yes, Saturday. You committed to it in front of others, but then as soon as we’re alone, you tell us you don’t want to get married. I’m not letting you play games with us, Savannah.”

He ran his hands over her hips and to her bottom.

“Not that kind of game, anyway.”

Savannah’s skin tingled everywhere he touched, her body becoming languid and slumping even more against Wyatt. Even weak with need, she couldn’t stop clenching on the now-warm finger inside her pussy.

“I told you I can’t stay, but you won’t listen. I told you…ah…that I don’t want to belong to anyone.”

Wyatt withdrew his finger from her pussy with a speed that left her inner walls clenching. He lifted her against him, and with one smooth stroke, he impaled her on his cock, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.

“Too late. You already belong to us and you know it. As much as you want to fight it, it’s there and there’s no getting away from it—or us.”

Fisting a hand in her hair, Wyatt tilted her head back, his eyes dark with anger and need.

“You’re ours, Savannah. I’d kill any man who touched you. We belong together and you know it, and we can live here the way we want. We’d be happy here.” His cock jumped inside her as he moved his hips, not stopping until he drew a moan from her.

Surprised by the desire that raged through her so soon on the heels of being taken by Hayes, Savannah clamped down on the cock filling her, trying to ignore the awareness that he’d already created in her bottom.

“No. If I stay, your town would be ruined.”

Wyatt stilled, glancing over her shoulder to where Hayes stood.

“Why?”

It embarrassed her to tell him, and she didn’t like talking about the life she’d left behind, but knew they wouldn’t give up until they knew.

“My uncle. He sent me a telegram while I was in Tulsa. He knew where I would be going and told me if I didn’t come home within a month, he would come and drag me back.”

Hayes slid his hands up to cup her breasts, toying with her nipples. “No one’s dragging you anywhere.”

Struck by the ice in his lethal tone, Savannah turned to look over her shoulder at him, shivering at the look of deadly intent on his face.

His eyes darkened dangerously, his scar on his cheek moving as a muscle worked in his jaw. “If he tries to take you, he’ll pay. He’ll have to come through me to get to you, Savannah, and that won’t happen. I thought you understood that.”

Shaking her head, Savannah gasped again as her movement shifted Wyatt’s cock inside her. “He’s more evil than you know. I don’t want to talk about this now.”

Whimpering at the slight tug of her sensitized nipples, she moved on Wyatt, shocked that she took him so deep. With a cry, she sank her fingers into his hair, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Please.”

Hayes ran a slow hand over her bottom, somehow making an affectionate gesture seem threatening. Running his teeth over her shoulder, he slid the other hand up her body, the backs of his fingers lightly stroking the delicate underside of her breast.

“Please what, Savannah? Please give you the pleasure you’re already learning to expect? Please fuck you? Please paddle this soft ass for playing games with us and for knocking us out with that stuff you put in our food?”

Savannah wanted it all, and only years of keeping her needs to herself kept her from blurting that out. She shouldn’t want like this. She shouldn’t need this way. Every inch of her body tingled with awareness and heat, heightening her senses, her already-sensitive body aroused to a razor-sharp edge.

 

SAVAGE DESIRE

STORY EXCERPT

 

She never knew something could hurt this much.

She kept moving her hand, loving the feel of coolness against her heated skin.

She tried to open her eyes—the feeling that something was very wrong taking hold of her and not letting go.

A wave of terror washed over her at the mental image of Hawke and Blade running toward her.

An ear piercing scream of rage.

Shouts and gunshots.

Oh, God. Were they dead?

A sob escaped, and then another, the pain in her side and shoulder nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

“We’re here, love. We’re here.” Blade’s voice came to her as if from a great distance, low and gentle, but with a desperation she’d never heard in it before. “Don’t thrash around. Easy, love. You’ll open up those wounds again.”

Wounds?

Had she been shot?

A hand pressed against her forehead, so cool and wonderful against her heated skin. “She’s even warmer than before.”

Struggling to fight her way through the fog surrounding her, she hung onto Blade’s voice like a lifeline. “Blade?”

“Yes, love. It’s me. Hawke and Phoenix are here with you, too.”

The sound of water, followed by a cooler cloth being placed on her forehead drew another moan from her. “Are we dead?” She saw no other way of explaining the strange feeling that made her hurt while floating.

“No, little one. We’re not dead. Open your eyes for me, Sarah.”

The command in Hawke’s voice had her fighting to open them, the need to see him again giving her the strength she hadn’t known she possessed. “Can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Open your eyes right now, Sarah.” The underlying fear in his harsh tone made her stomach clench, and using every ounce of willpower she possessed, she forced her eyes open to find herself staring into Hawke’s dark ones.

Only inches from hers, his eyes, narrowed, swirling with an emotion her brain struggled to identify.

He smiled tenderly, but his body remained tight with tension. “That’s my girl. See? I knew you could do it.”

Sarah tried to reach for him, but she couldn’t quite drum up the energy. “You’re not dead.” The memory of the looks on their faces when they’d ridden out and the anger in their eyes came back in a rush.

He took the cloth from her forehead and she heard the sound of splashing water again. “No, little one. We’re all alright.”

Another hand touched her leg. “You’re the only one of us that got hurt. I’m sorry I didn’t shoot a second earlier. Willy and his men shot at you the same time we shot at them. I’m so sorry, honey.” The self-disgust in Phoenix’s voice had her turning her head to look at him, the effort taking the last of her strength.

“Willy?”

Phoenix’s jaw clenched. “He and his men are all dead. Pity. I had some serious plans for them.” His expression softened. “Honey, your momma’s here.”

Suddenly, she remembered seeing her mother and the evidence of her mistreatment. Another moan escaped, the pain in her side intensifying. “Why?”

Hawke rinsed the cloth again and ran it down her neck to her chest. “That sick bastard thought he could have both of you, and use each of you to intimidate the other. She’s safe now. She wouldn’t go to sleep until she saw that you were all right.”

“Am I?”

“You’re gonna be fine.” Blade slid a hand under her neck, lifting her head, and cursing when she moaned at the sharp pain in her shoulder. “I’m sorry, love. I want you to drink some more water. You in a lot of pain?”

“Pain. Fuzzy.”

Hawke rinsed the cloth out again. “That’s the laudanum. It’s wearing off. We’re gonna need to give you a little more. We need for you to sleep and stop moving around. Will and Doc Stanton sewed you up real good and we don’t want you ripping out their work.”

She didn’t care for the idea of being sewn up, but was thankful that she hadn’t known about it at the time. “Wanna leave.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Sliding his hand from her breast, he pressed it against her back again, his firm fingers moving in and out of her with a slow deliberation that only made her want more. “It’s not only going to work, honey, it’s going to feel so good.”

The need in his voice fueled her own, allowing a wildness she hadn’t know existed inside her to break free.

Bucking restlessly, she threw her head back, her breath coming out in ragged moans. “Please. I ache so bad.”

Straightening again, he ran his hand up and down her spine. “Hell, woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Moaning in frustration when he pulled his fingers free, she clenched helplessly, crying out when the head of his cock pressed firmly against her puckered opening.

Her bottom burned as he worked the head of his cock into her, the shock of it rendering her immobile. “Oh, God. It’s going in.”

Phoenix growled, a low, gravelly, primitive sound that excited her even more. “Yes. Hell, you’re tight.” He pushed against her slick puckered opening, not stopping until the head of his cock forced the tight ring of muscle to give way. “Say my name.”

Crying out at the full, stretched sensation, Sarah fisted her hands as a shudder raced through her. “Phoenix!”

Her clit tingled unbearably, the need for his touch so strong, she whimpered. “Please, Phoenix.”

She felt wild, and Phoenix’s low groans and curses made her feel even wilder.

Slowly rocking his hips, Phoenix pushed his cock deeper. “Hell, woman, you’re killing me. Say my name again.”

She cried out again at the burning, stretched feeling as he pushed his cock deeper into her ass, stunned at the overwhelming feeling of being taken there.

So wild.

So primitive.

“Phoenix. Oh, God.” Alarmed at how solid his cock felt inside her, she stilled. “Phoenix? Please. Oh, God. It’s so deep.”

“Easy, honey.” Bracing a hand on the ground, he pressed his lips against her neck. “You’re mine now. I’m taking my wife. How can you think I don’t want you?” His cock jumped inside her, the feel of it startling her. “You belong to me now, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Sobbing with hunger, she lifted her head and turned it toward him. “Phoenix. It feels too good. How can something so naughty feel so good?”

“Because we want each other.” He buried his face against her neck, his hand sliding down her body. “It’s gonna get better.”

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