Sex Holiday (MFM)

Cowboy Sex 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,250
83 Ratings (4.1)

[PolyAmour: Erotic Contemporary Multiple Partners Romance, M/F/M]

Patience is running. She’s running from her past, running from her future and running circles around the here and now. Patience needs a replacement for lost love, but she’s not in the mood to shop for more heartache and troubles. With a gentle push from her best friends, she heads south to spend some time in the sand and meets up with two handsome cowboys.

From the moment first introductions are made, Patience knows there’s something special about the McCoy brothers. Soon, she realizes why she’s been running. She was headed in the right direction all along.

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


"Patience McKay needed her own story. After spending time at Bay View Resort in Myrtle Beach, her story materialized. I hope you enjoy this short holiday installment of Cowboy Sex." ~ Natalie ~

A Siren Erotic Romance

Sex Holiday (MFM)
83 Ratings (4.1)

Sex Holiday (MFM)

Cowboy Sex 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,250
83 Ratings (4.1)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
Very enjoyable, I think I would like to read an extened version of this that covers a bit beyond the holiday for the trio.
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4.5 DIAMONDS:"Natalie Acres spun a wonderful erotic ménage tale of sex, pleasure and love that left me wanting to read more. Anyone who loves cowboys and thoughts of desirous action between the sheets won’t be disappointed with this short romance. For myself, I think I may need to rethink my thoughts on cowboys and romance. Because this was steaming hot!" -- Jo Pfander, Got Erotic Romance

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Patience studied the stranger with one eye open since he chose to stand in front of the sun. Standing about six feet tall, the cowboy wore a hat perched on his head, not to mention expensive boots on his feet, both of which distracted her.

Yeah buddy, he represented the kind of man she avoided back home.

“May I?” he asked, pointing to the vacant spot next to her.

Come to think of it, the entire area around her looked quite deserted. In December, the Bay View Resort probably didn’t keep a full house.

She patted the ground. “Sure, if you don’t mind getting your denim blues white-washed all over again, have a sandy seat.”

He grinned when he squatted next to her. Extending his hand, he said, “I’m Mark McCoy.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said. She didn’t mean it. “I’m Patience McKay.” Or that either.

In reality, she had no idea who she was without David and Danny Joseph. For over two years, her life revolved around them. At some point during those twenty-four months, she lost Patience, in more ways than one.

“Are you staying here?” he asked, thumbing the resort behind them.

She arched her brow. “No, I like to hang out in front of the Bay View.”

He chuckled. “Oh, really?”

“Yep, absolutely. The guests frequenting this place have the most unusual assortment of beach attire,” she said, noting another peculiar character about fifty feet away, rolling up the pant legs of his Armani business suit.

Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to Mr. Cowboy.

He tilted his hat and said, “The boots get a woman’s attention every time.”

If he drew a crowd, Patience doubted they gathered because of his outerwear. An outrageously handsome man with curly, dark black hair and eyes to match, the cowboy held the intrigue, not his damn Stetson.

She should stop right now, she thought. She didn’t have the desire to pursue another rebel in denim. She’d had enough to last her three lifetimes.

“Are you here for the holidays?”

“No,” she stated flatly.

“So how long are you staying?”

Patience frowned. She hadn’t planned on returning home to Asheville until after New Year’s, but if the sexy inquisitive one didn’t back off, she might head for the mountains and pull into her driveway right before midnight.

“Are you spending the holidays here?” she asked, refusing him an answer.

“Yes, we arrived last week and plan to stay a little over a month. I kind of like South Carolina in the wintertime.”

“I see,” she said.

The tide rolled in and rinsed out. She watched the beige-colored sand claim the tips of Mark’s boots. Outside of stamping his feet in the wet grit and grime, the water stains on his fine leather didn’t seem to faze him. Instead, his gaze pierced hers and, by hell, he didn’t waste a minute of time perusing lower since he already looked once.

Patience kept her hourglass figure no thanks to her mother’s hounding and insistence on rigorous early morning workouts. At home, she joined her mom five days a week at six o’clock in the morning to pump iron and run across a treadmill.  Then they cooled down with yoga class. The schedule was insane, even for a woman in her early twenties, especially since the effort hadn’t paid off. She still didn’t have an interesting man on the line, or the desire to hook one.

Men who saw her instantly eyed her full chest and then her shapely legs. The more the cowboy stared, the more tempted she was to ask if he’d like to see her firm ass. Maybe she should’ve stood, possibly even bent over. Scrutiny made her nervous. Maybe it made her stupid, too. 

“All right,” he said. “I have a confession.”

She snickered. “I may look like I have it together, but trust me, I’m not a priest.”

He laughed. “What a relief.”

“Or a saint,” she informed.

“You could pass for an angel,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“You could give lessons in come-on lines.” She clapped her hands together, dusting the sand off of her palms.

“As I was saying,” he continued, “my brother and I are staying here, also.”

“I assumed. I didn’t think you’d wandered up the beach dressed like that.” 

“Got a thing against cowboys?”

At the moment? Everything. “No,” she said. “I grew up on a ranch and my dads—don’t ask—are cattlemen.”

“We’re not stalkers or anything, so don’t worry.”


“No,” he said, chuckling. “I’ve never been arrested, but a few times I probably should’ve been.”

She smirked. “I’ll bet.” She knew about those kinds of cowboys, too. Those good old boys possessed quick tempers and they often flared in public.

“I’m kidding,” he said, smiling.

She doubted that one. She’d never met a cowboy who didn’t deserve at least one night behind steel bars.  

“Anyway,” he said, straightening out of his stooped position. “We’ve noticed you walking down to the pier every morning, so I wanted to come on over and say hello.” Mark extended his hand again. “The pleasure was all mine, Miss McKay.”

“Likewise, Mr. McCoy.”

“I’ll patrol the area for you again soon.”

She snickered. “I’d like that.”

When he walked away, she cursed herself, her very existence. What the hell did she do anyway? One of the straggling white birds flapped its wings, leaving behind a chirp chirp chirp in its wake.

Smart bird, she decided. Even a seagull understood ignorance.

She stood up, shook off the board she sat on more than used for skimming across the water, and then quickly swiped the sand from her legs and hips. In the distance, she saw Mark heading up the narrow path toward the resort. He stopped, turned, and waved.

Instantly, she stuck her arm in the air and waved, too. In fact, she stood on her tip-toes and just about broke her wrist in an attempt to return the gesture. She wanted to make sure he saw the only busty, petite, auburn-haired woman standing on the beach.

Damn, here we go. As usual, she was doing what she did best, inviting trouble. Only this time, she thought, standing a little taller, she refused to chase a disaster waiting to happen.


Where did she want the vibrator? Heavens to Betsy, did she really have to educate these two? She wanted the damn thing where every other woman in the world wanted their toys—between the legs!

The humming sound of her new little friend stopped abruptly. A shuffle was heard around the room and then one of them slapped her pussy.

“Oh, shit,” she cried out. She loved that. God, yeah, she loved a man who knew how to manipulate her lust.

The thick end of a dildo was used to part her lips. “Open your mouth, Patience,” Mark said.

“What?” she exclaimed.  

“I love to get head, but I want to see how well you perform first. Give me something to think about. Show me,” he said, a guttural tone used to make his demands.

She didn’t object even though she’d never performed oral sex on a dildo. She gripped the shaft and sucked.

“Take it to your throat,” Spenser said, slapping her pussy again.

She mumbled against the dildo.

“That’s what I like,” Mark whispered, close enough to tower over her. “When you have my dick in your throat, I want you mumbling against my cock.”  

She nodded, licking the shaft of the toy. Spenser rubbed the vibrator over her pussy. “Keep sucking, sweetheart. I’m like Mark here. I want a good visual first, see how well you manage two cocks at one time.”

Oh, she’d manage all right. And if they didn’t love what she did for them, they could show her what they liked, what they craved. She’d learn fast and have a damn good time working for perfection.

Spenser swatted her again with his hand and she jerked. The soft buzz started humming in the distance and he stuffed the vibrator inside her vagina at the same time his hand came down against her mound once more.

She released the dildo. “Oh, God,” she said, her hips flying off the bed when Spenser pushed the joy toy higher and turned up the speed.

“Nice,” Mark said.

“Oh, shit,” she said, fisting the dildo and licking the tip, rolling her tongue over the crest of the toy.

“Keep sucking,” Mark told her. “You can’t ignore one cock just because another one gets your attention.”

Breathless, she moaned, “I…know.” She tried to give the dildo its due, but Spenser slapped her mound again, removed the vibrator, and dropped his mouth over her pussy.

“Oh, my…God!” she screamed, dropping the grip she had on the flimsy toy and forgetting she was supposed to perform while enjoying the benefits of her own pleasure.

 “What did I tell you about ignoring one of your cocks?”

Spenser stopped eating her pussy and both men moved away from her. “Where’d you go?” she asked, raising the blindfold to see for herself.

“No peeking!” Mark said.

Too late. She saw the way Spenser stared at her with nothing but pure lust. Mark held his cock in hand and pumped it slow and easy, watching her from a safe distance.

She fell against the bed again, securing the blindfold over her eyes once more. Reaching down her body, she needed to find her pleasure. She was dripping wet and in need of an orgasm.

“Don’t,” Spenser said. “We’ll give you what you want.”

“Tell us, Patience,” Mark said softly. “What do you want?”

You, she thought, breathing rapidly.

“Patience,” Spenser said. “Do you want us to fuck you now?”

“God, yes.”

It had been too long without two men in her life. Toys and dirty romance novels hardly did the trick after two years of a sex fest. After the Joseph break-up, she’d had to resort to self-service sex and she’d missed out on the physical connection she only found in another warm body.

“No peeking, remember,” Spenser said.

“Okay, I won’t.” 

“Don’t,” Spenser grated out.  

The room was quiet. No one said anything at all. Soon, a hot mouth covered her opening. A warm, thick cock parted her lips.

She licked the tip, gripping the shaft. She sucked and sucked, trying to draw out sound, any kind of tone to let her know which man she took first. Nothing gave it away but she suspected Mark thrust in between her jaws.

She looped her arm around one of his muscular legs. She remembered both men possessed shapely, thick thighs.

Sucking, she licked the end, teasing more than she should when she fiercely licked the top. That’s when she heard. “You gotta stop, baby.”

So Spenser was in her mouth, she mused, savoring his length even more now that she knew who slivered across her tongue. And Mark. Good heavens, the man could’ve provided intimate services and been paid well.

He sucked her folds, stroking his tongue over the tender flesh. Thrusting inside her walls with rapid fluttering, his tongue was swift and firm one minute, soft and slow the next. Her thighs trembled. The orgasm was rising, rising, rising.

She nuzzled the tip of Spenser’s dick once more before reaching up and yanking away the blindfold. “All right, game over. I have to see where everyone is positioned if I’m getting ready to hit a home run.”

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