Saving Grace (MFMMM)

Saving Grace 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 52,672
112 Ratings (4.0)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, mild consensual BDSM, public exhibition]

Grace is thrust deep into cattle country with dozens of sex-starved cowboys. Her modest, timid nature soon fizzles away to make room for her raging lust. From one-night stands to a ménage a cinq, her body won’t allow her to refuse the muscled ranch hands that seem desperate to pleasure her.

Grace explores her sexuality and pushes her personal boundaries. She discovers the sensual woman that remained dormant during her adult years. It is the love of a good man that forces her to let down her guards. Can she commit after everything she has been through in the past? Will she accept the love she’s craved for a lifetime?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Saving Grace (MFMMM)
112 Ratings (4.0)

Saving Grace (MFMMM)

Saving Grace 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 52,672
112 Ratings (4.0)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
I laughed, I cried, I lusted. Very good story. Looking forward to more from this author.
I read this soon after my divorce and I felt really connected with Grace. I enjoyed her story and growth, not to mention the hotness!! Mr. Wagner so sweet.
Professional Reviews

5 DRAGONS: "The love that comes through in this story made my heart soar. The way Grace discovers her own sexuality among the many sexy, hard working men who covet her is just what dreams of life on a ranch are all about. I found the sex steamy and creative, enough to make me want to explore my own sexuality with my man. When you read this story you might want to make sure your man is handy as it truly stokes the fires of desire." -- Judy, Veiled Secrets Reviews

4.5 TEACUPS: "Stacey did an awesome job in creating one orgy of a book that sizzled in this reviewer’s head. Cowboys rule this book, and man do they rule Grace’s body and head. I loved [the character of] Grace in this book. In the beginning she is a shy, naïve woman, yet in a cowboy’s hands she is set free in every way. The way Stacey did this was good for you to see her confusion, her joy, her fear and most of all her happiness when she does find it. Everyone will love the cowboys, but most of all Grace for what she has to overcome. Great job, Stacey!" -- Lena, Happily Ever After Reviews

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She could touch Trevor all day and never grow bored. Tangling her hands in his hand, he began unbuttoning her Levi’s. Tension clouded her lust as he tugged the tight jeans down her hips and left them coiled above her knees. She hadn’t even realized that she had a death grip of his hair.

“Look at that pussy. So fucking beautiful,” he muttered.

With just his teeth, he pulled at the satiny material of her panties while cupping her ass with his big, strong hands. She actually felt the fluid rushing out of her. The ache became painful, a twisting cramp that was turning her savage, stealing her humanity. All she wanted was Trevor’s cock shoved high up her cunt, anything to take the itch away.

With one hand, he slid her undies down just below her ass. Her pubic area was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. It had taken years of embarrassing laser treatments at the salon, but her pussy was clean and hairless, just as she wanted. She had come under the impression that cunnilingus disgusted men. Apparently not Trevor. He lunged in enthusiastically, spreading her lips apart with his tongue, and firmly sucked her clit. No man had ever gone down on her. The moment his mouth touched her pussy, she cried out.

“Scream all you want, baby. You’re making my cock rock hard.”

Intense pleasure coupled with being a very bad girl stoked the passion surging through her. Her clit had never been so swollen, so sensitive, which made her shudder and jolt involuntarily. He held her firmly in place, his tongue invading her. Every move he made came from years of experience.

“Trevor!” She pulled his head back by the hair, his eyes glazed over in lust. She fell down on him, and he toppled over, only balancing on one knee. When his back hit the ground and knocked some air out of him, he grunted. She kissed him hard, unable to hold back, savoring their bare chests rubbing up against each other with the sun warming her from behind. Grace pulled back to get a good view. He was a lot younger than her, no more than twenty-five. One young, hot stud she became determined to possess.

“Do you want me?” she teased, knowing the answer.

“Never wanted another woman more. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be begging for more.”

Her shyness morphed into boldness. Lust and heat invaded her system, overwrote everything programmed into her over a lifetime. She fiddled with his thick leather belt and silver buckle, not taking her mouth from his. Trevor’s erection pressed against his zipper, a firm reminder of his virility. The passion between them made the world go away. They existed in a small bubble of time and space where the only concern was fucking and more fucking.

In her current state, she hadn’t noticed the sound and beat of horse hooves approaching. Neither did Trevor until they were practically on top of them. He pulled back to see behind him. Two men on horseback slowed to a trot. What a sight they must have been. She lay over Trevor with her jeans around her ankles and her undies below her ass, no shirt, and appearing to attack a young, innocent cowboy. Was she more embarrassed or pissed off that they had been interrupted? A little of both. She rolled off him and tugged her pants up in record speed. By the time the men approached, she sat cupping her breasts with crossed arms.

Trevor, still on his back, leaned up on his elbows. “What in God’s green earth are you two doing way out here?”

“Wagner sent us.” A dark-haired man, not much older than Trevor, landed on the ground. He wore blue jeans and an open white button-up shirt with a matching wifebeater underneath. His dark eyes focused on Grace as he spoke. Cute, very cute.

“Bullshit. He’s the one that told me to show her the sights.”

A guilty grin pulled at the dark-haired man’s mouth. “It’s not me. Tommy wanted to see the new girl.”

The blond, still on horseback, dipped his hat to Grace with a sly smile.

“Okay, you’ve seen her. Good-bye, Tommy. Good-bye, James.”

James ignored Trevor and scooped up Grace’s shirt from beside the creek. “You have to fuck her in the middle of a field? Quite the gentleman today, aren’t you?” He passed Grace her shirt, which she used to hold in front of herself.

Trevor got to his feet, pulled Grace up, and sheltered her with his body while she pulled her shirt over her head. God knew where her bra had ended up, and it was one of her favorites. With his back to the men, he held her tiny waist and kissed her lips. To her surprise, she fell under his control even with an audience.

“I hope you plan on sharing.” James put his arm around Trevor’s shoulders.

“Dirty bastard.” Trevor chuckled.

James stood a couple inches taller than Trevor. He bit his lip and leaned forward toward her, his arm still around his friend. What on earth? He tilted his head and stole a kiss. Trevor smiled, only inches away. To her surprise, she didn’t hesitate to kiss James back. He tasted different, his mouth not as gentle, but she welcomed it.

“Hey, what about me?” shouted Tommy, still on his horse.

Neither man paid him heed. They both held savage gleams in their eyes, equally intimidating and a thorough turn-on. If they both forced her to the grass, she doubted there would be much fight in her. Her pussy throbbed from the constant stimulation, but no end to the sweet torture.

James slipped a hand under her shirt and kneaded her breast, his mouth locked with hers. A strong hand wedged itself down the front of her jeans, and two fingers curved up into her pussy. Trevor.

“Oh my God,” she cried. She was so turned on it should have been illegal.

“She likes that, Trev. Give her what she wants.”

Trevor obeyed his friend, plunging his skilled fingers deeper, thrusting in and out in the constricted area. She needed to be touched as much as she needed to breathe. Her head lolled back on her neck, the sun heating her face as she panted and moaned at the onslaught of sensations racking her.

A tight pull on her tit had her looking down. A new blond head tasted her, sucked her breast like a starved infant. She regarded him, not caring that a third man shared her body, only reveled in the pleasure it brought her. Tommy continued to lavish her breasts, James trailed his lips down her neck, and Trevor stole her mouth with his.

Grace didn’t say a word or move a muscle, well, not including her lips. Trevor had been right earlier when he had said she was a good girl. Going along with their advances seemed more innocent than agreeing to a request. They both played along, taking what she would never refuse them. She loved the adoration from these two gorgeous men.

Or make that three.

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