The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 3 (MFMM, MFM)

Divine Creek Ranch 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 284,926
2 Ratings (4.5)

In Maya’s Triple Dare, can Maya Daire ask for what she needs? Vowing to live life to its fullest, the young widow discovers on a visit to the Warner cattle ranch that not only does she still want her best friend and confidante Kendall, but his handsome cowboy brothers, Boone and Richard, as well.

In Summer’s Indiscretion, Summer is ready to give up on men and has sworn off blind dates permanently. A chance text message and phone conversation changes her mind. Ace and Kemp work diligently to protect the women of Discretion while simultaneously working to win Summer’s heart. Can Summer trust her instincts?

In Lydia’s Twin Temptation, Lydia Webster's knight in shining armor shows up in a big pick-up truck, which isn't a surprise, given the way the sexy rancher keeps starring in her erotic fantasies. But she never would've guessed there would be two tempting cowboys riding to her rescue.


A Siren Erotic Romance
Heather Rainier is a Siren-exclusive author.
The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 3 (MFMM, MFM)
2 Ratings (4.5)

The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 3 (MFMM, MFM)

Divine Creek Ranch 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 284,926
2 Ratings (4.5)
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Wondering what else he could do to help her feel better, Richard looked in the kitchen cabinets. He spotted tea bags and decided to make her some tea, which might help settle her stomach.

She emerged from the bedroom dressed in a pair of snug knit pants and a T-shirt. Her hair was wet, and she was blotting it with a towel. Richard thought she looked paler and brought her to the dining room table. After boiling the water, he put the cup of tea together and set it before her and joined her at the table.

“I wish this night was different,” she said as she dipped the tea bag in the steaming water.

“I know, honey. Me, too. How does your hand feel?”

The doctor had warned her she’d have some pain and swelling in her hand and possibly nausea and fatigue from the antivenin injection.

“It hurts. My stomach still feels wobbly,” she murmured as she blew on her tea after stirring honey in it.

Richard knew of something that might make her feel better but waited until she was through with her tea. They sat in comfortable silence while she sipped the hot brew.

He hoped she wouldn’t think he was crazy for suggesting it as he said, “Would you like me to rock you?” He gestured with his thumb to the big rocking recliner in the living room.

Maya looked up at him, and her eyebrows knit together. She seemed pale and fragile to him, but his heart leaped in his chest when she smiled and nodded. He put her empty mug in the sink and walked over to the big recliner and sat down. She followed and didn’t hesitate when he opened his arms to her.

He eased her gently into his lap, barely suppressing a groan as she cuddled up to him. He knew she didn’t feel good because she was usually playful and talkative. He sometimes didn’t know what to say for fear of sounding like a dunce, whereas conversation seemed to come easily for her. She rested her cheek against his chest and melted into him as he began rocking her and stroking her back. She was like a kitten curled in his arms.

“I don’t think I’ve been rocked since I was a little girl.”

“Am I going too fast?”

“No, it’s perfect.” The drawn-out, expressive tone she used in the last word made him smile, and he was glad now that he’d suggested it.

Richard made a vain attempt to distract himself and keep his swelling cock from turning into a full-blown hard-on, which she must’ve been aware of beneath her hip. Her body was warm and pliant, and the delicate scent of her just-shampooed hair was making him harder by the moment. He was painfully aware of how velvety her fingertips were as she stroked his biceps.

“Do you miss her, Richard?” Her soft-spoken voice was hesitant and had a poignant quality to it.

He shut his eyelids, not sure he wanted to go there yet. “Yeah. Sometimes I miss her very much.” In his mind’s eye, he could still see Michelle’s face, the way her eyes would light up whenever she looked at him.

“I’m sorry she was taken from you.” She stroked his arm in a soothing fashion.

“I’m sorry about Morgan, too, honey.”



“Do you ever feel lonely?”

“Well, I have Kendall and Boone, so no, not lonely but…” If he said he missed physical affection, she would think he meant sex. He did, but not under these circumstances.

She slid her good hand around his back and squeezed lightly. “I’ve missed the simple, physical connection and intimacy.”

Richard nodded. “Yeah. Having someone to touch and hold.”

Maya looked up at him, and the vulnerability in her eyes made him feel protective of her. She asked, “Do you think we’ll ever get over losing them?”

Rocking slowly, he lifted a damp lock of her golden-blonde hair and caressed its silky length between his forefinger and thumb. “I remember when they told me she’d died on the operating table. I wanted to die, too. I felt that way for a long time.”

“Me, too,” she whispered, and he saw her lip tremble before she pressed her face to his chest.

Hoping the words came out right, Richard said, “I know she and Morgan would want us to live our lives and be happy. I want, I mean, I’m ready—”Shit.

“To try and love someone else?” she asked, stroking his pectoral muscle. “Even though it hurts to think of it?”


She sat there with him, asking no more questions, just stroking him until her movements gradually stilled and she fell sound asleep. Richard would’ve gladly sat there holding her until morning, but Kendall and Richard arrived a short while later.

“She okay?” Boone asked, fingering a lock of her drying hair.

“Wiped out. I don’t think she feels well,” Richard whispered.

Kendall pressed the backs of his fingers to her forehead and said, “Her temperature feels normal. You want to put her to bed?”

Richard didn’t say it, but in his heart he didn’t want to part with her when she was like this. Her sweet, solid weight against him was the most satisfying thing he’d felt in years.

Proving his uncanny ability to read his brothers, Kendall said, “I’m dog-tired, but if you’re worried, you’re both welcome to bed down with us. It might be a little crowded, but the offer stands.”

Boone looked at Richard and smiled, saying, “I think she’s in good hands. Richard, I’ll switch with you during the night so you can get a little shut-eye.”

Richard nodded and carefully rose from the recliner with her in his arms. She stirred slightly and shifted so that her nose and lips were pressed against his neck. She made a barely perceptible happy-sounding noise. A pleasant shiver raced down his back at the contact.




Maya reached for one of the items from the table, and Kendall realized it was her MP3 player. She clipped it to his shirtfront and placed an earbud in her ear and the other one in his and turned the player on. At a low level, “Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good,” by Nickelback began to play. Kendall grinned lazily and dribbled more ice cream over her other breast. He wondered if she understood how much she got to him as he greedily licked more of his dessert off her flesh.

Maya had a gift for staying in the moment with them, and Kendall planned to make sure she felt his full appreciation.

He fed her another bite, grinning with enjoyment as she shuddered when he slid a hand around to grip one of her ass cheeks. His fingertips teasingly slid lower in a tickling touch until they were down her cleft to her spread pussy. He took the spoon from where it was stuck in a scoop of ice cream and licked it, leaving it clean but very cold. She bit her bottom lip and watched him lower the spoon in front of her between her spread thighs.

Kendall smiled with satisfaction when she arched her back and pressed her pussy against his hand while at the same time watching what he was doing with the spoon. He turned the bowl of the spoon upward and slid it slowly through her opened slit, enjoying the strangled moan that escaped her as the cold spoon pressed against her clit.

He raised the copiously damp spoon to his lips and licked it clean of her tangy juices. “Oh, Kendall!” she gasped in a shaky voice, then tilted her hips reflexively against his hand.

“Delicious, baby. Again?”


He scooped up another generous bite so the spoon would get cold again and pressed the softened ice cream directly to her nipple, delighting in her little squeal. The last rays of the sun illuminated her shoulders and her opened thighs and glinted through her thick hair.

He licked the spoon and latched on to her cream-covered nipple, then touched the cold surface of the spoon to her clit again. He sucked hard on her nipple, then lightly nibbled, and she shuddered and leaned against him. All the while Nickelback played through the earbuds.

The spoon was even more drenched as he paused in his nipple play to lick it clean. His woman’s pussy was the sweetest dessert he’d ever had.

“Had enough ice cream?” he whispered in a gravelly voice that sounded unlike him. Maya nodded and he returned the spoon to the bowl. She reached for the condom she’d laid on the table earlier, and he tore the wrapper open with shaky hands. He groaned as he rolled it on, watching Maya stroke her clit with a delicate finger.

A new song began to play as he held his cock in position for her. She acknowledged the song change with a very sexy chuckle. The music sounded vaguely familiar but not something he normally listened to. Maya had varied and eclectic tastes in music, and he liked that she wanted to share that part of this experience with him.

His eyes adjusted to the dimmer light as the sun sank fully beneath the horizon and dusk fell. She rose up on her knees as the intro to the tune played and the seductive beat of “Like This,” by MIMS throbbed in a syncopated rhythm. At that moment, it was definitely climbing his top ten. He held his painfully thick shaft for her and licked the last of the ice cream from her torso as she settled her creamy, wet cunt over his cock. He growled as she teased the tip, pumping up and down as she gripped his shoulders.

She slid on his cock a few inches, groaning quietly as she ground down. What she did to him for the next few minutes would undoubtedly go down as one of his top ten favorite memories. Using the beat of the music as her guide, Maya fucked him into a state near insanity.

The first chorus came around, the female vocalist whispering, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this…” and she pumped on his cock in long, slick glides, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles on every upstroke. Her movements were graceful and unhurried, timed with the beat. He groaned, sure that she was going to rip the orgasm right from his balls, but then she settled down into shorter strokes with the next verse. She watched him through half-lidded eyes and gave him a sexy little smile.

She tortured him through three choruses of the female vocalist whispering, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this.” He didn’t remember the song being quite that long and felt his control begin to unravel as she whispered along with the final chorus, taking all of his cock with every slippery, tugging stroke.

“Baby, I gotta come,” Kendall groaned, way past caring if he sounded like he was begging. Hell, he was pleading. Maya smiled at him, and she began panting as if her own control were slipping, too. He stroked her clit firmly, and she let loose a sobbing wail as her pussy liquefied and clenched on his surging cock.





“I want you both so much it hurts,” she whispered, and there was a restless quality to her voice that gave truth to her words. He exhaled slowly as she rubbed her satin-covered pussy against his leg. “Oh.” Her shaky moan was evocative in the extreme as he watched her eyelids slide closed and her lips part in pleasure. Remembering the taste of her sweet, silken cunt, he growled at the heated feel of her pussy against his thigh. He wished he could taste her again sometime soon and hear more of her sweet moans and cries.

“Do you like our cocks, kitten?” Ace asked as she continued stroking them both.

“Yes. I could come just from touching you and rubbing against you.” Her breath shuddered, and she lifted slightly off of Kemp’s leg. She locked eyes with him and asked, “Can I taste?”

God, more than I want to breathe. Yes, I want you to taste!

“Yes,” he uttered in a low, hissing whisper, his head thrown back against the pillow. He was bowled over by the quiver in her voice. She sounded like she wanted them just as badly.

He gritted his teeth as her hot tongue traced up the length of his shaft, wet and slick, until she reached the head, then flicked her tongue expertly against the sensitive spot at the underside. His hips moved against her, completely independent of his control, desiring to feel more of her. He threaded his fingers into her silken tresses and caressed the back of her head as she licked again. She looked up into his eyes and smiled, her angelic face flushed with desire. Ace groaned, and Kemp noticed that she continued touching him as well. Their little kitten was a multitasker.

He didn’t know how much more of her teasing touches he could take. Just when he thought he’d lose control, she switched to Ace’s cock to pay attention to him. He missed her sweet, hot touch but appreciated the chance to cool down a bit.

“Yes, kitten, that’s it,” Ace said as she leaned over him and swiped her tongue up his cock as though it were the tallest ice cream cone in the world. She moaned softly as Kemp caressed her nipple with one of his knuckles.

Unable to resist her soft, pliant flesh, he slid his fingers into the neckline of her camisole and whispered, “Summer, you feel so good.”

Her breast was a glorious handful, warm and firm, the turgid nipple peaking as he stroked. Her breath caught in her throat as he rolled it with his fingers. She winked at him as she licked Ace’s cock. They’d found a woman who obviously enjoyed giving head, and Kemp wanted to get on his knees and thank her for it.

He gasped when her hand closed over his shaft and she began stroking him again. She caressed and petted his balls as she licked Ace’s, and judging by the strangled sounds he was making, she was very talented with her little pink tongue.

“Oh, baby, that’s so good!” Ace panted and cried out when she drew closer and suckled on his sac. She had yet to take either of their cocks in her mouth, and Ace already sounded close. Tingles went up Kemp’s spine at the thought of how it would feel when she did that to him. His cock bobbed in anticipation.

Reading his mind, she gave a parting lick to Ace’s balls and switched back to Kemp. She applied her tongue in soft, teasing licks to the underside of the head again, and Kemp felt himself catapulting back to the edge once more. He groaned and whispered, “Yes, darlin’,” as she wrapped her hand around his cock at the base and lifted his aching, heavy shaft to her lips. It was all he could do not to come right then and there.

Kemp released her breast and slid his fingers through her hair, gently cradling her head. He shivered as her pink tongue slid in a silken path up his generous length and then moaned as she licked her lips and suctioned the head of his cock into her mouth. She teased him with her tongue as she tightened her lips and took several inches of him on the first pass. Her mouth was hot and soft as she engulfed him, and he bit his lip as she sucked him on the way back up.

Summer pressed her pussy to his leg and shuddered lightly as she rubbed against him.

“Does it feel good to rub against Kemp, kitten?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned in assent before taking more of him on the second stroke. Her lips tugged on him, and the suction increased slightly.

She went back and forth, torturing the two of them like that for a few minutes until they were both ready to blow.

While she tended to Kemp, Ace stroked her back and said, “I wish my face was buried in that sweet pussy of yours, Summer. I still haven’t had a taste of it and I’m dying for it.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied softly in agreement.

Fiery tingles of pleasure shot down Kemp’s spine, and his balls tightened up in warning. “Darlin’, I’m about to come. Let go if you’re not swallowing because I can’t stop this time. You do that so good.”

Her cheeks grew rosy from her exertions, and she hummed softly then sucked a little harder. Kemp panted desperately, trying to determine if she wanted to continue or if she was going to let go and allow him to finish for himself. She glanced up at him, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes twinkled, letting him know she wanted his cum.





Once the enchiladas were in the oven, Lydia blotted her forehead and her neck and looked very satisfied with her work. Clayton removed two beers from the refrigerator and took her by the hand. He drew her into the family room, set the ceiling fan above them on the highest setting, and sat down in the big cushioned recliner, still holding her hand.

He got comfortable, patted his knee and said, “Come sit in my lap. We have twenty minutes before they’re due. That’s plenty of time for you to cool down and take a breather.” At her uncertain look he added, “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

 “I’m just not used to sitting in someone’s lap.”

“Well this someone would very much like you in his lap.”

Clayton slid his arms around her hips and pulled her closer as he rocked the recliner back. The chair tilted and he allowed gravity to help her find her spot, and she curled into his side. She scooted around, eventually getting comfortable, and he rocked her and took a sip from his beer. She let out a long sigh and took a sip from her beer as well.

“Better?” he asked as he shifted under her and she sank deeper into his side.

“Yeah. I don’t mean to be so…stiff with you.”

Clayton was thinking she wasn’t the only thing stiff, and she chose that moment to look in his eyes, evidently realizing the dual meaning her words could have. Clayton smiled and a chuckle rose from his chest. “Wish I could say the same thing, but it would be a lie.”

Color rose in her cheeks, and she burst into laughter. They lay there laughing until Lydia finally said, “Oh, I needed that. I’m sorry. Should I get off?”

Clayton rolled his eyes and groaned. “You’re killing me!” They laughed again, and it was a nice feeling. He was definitely hard and getting harder by the second with her sexy body pressed against him, but he was glad that she felt more comfortable. He set his beer on the side table. She looked up at him and he tilted her chin farther up and kissed her lips. He took her beer from her and blindly placed it with his.

A sexy groan came from her, reminiscent of the sexy sounds he’d heard her making in her bathtub on her first night at the ranch, and his cock pulsed with excitement. Her dark lashes fanned down against her cheeks, and he stroked her jaw. Lydia’s skin was like satin under his fingertips. She slid her left hand upward until her fingers traced through the hair at his nape. Her lips and silky tongue played against his own as she stroked the back of his head.

Having her curled up in his arms in such a comfortable setting felt so good. It seemed right and natural when his hand strayed to her ass, then gently slid down the back of her thigh and pulled it up so it was pressed over his throbbing erection.

She slid her hand back down his chest to his abdomen and seemed to melt in his arms. They kissed for several minutes, and he became concerned that she was straining her neck. Shifting slightly to his left side, he gave her a little room so she could move into a more comfortable position.

The timer on the stove signaling seven o’clock went off just as she rose up on her right elbow to get a little leverage. Unfortunately, when she did that it triggered the recline mechanism in the chair and it flattened out beneath them.


What happened next was like something out of a cartoon. Because her weight was on her elbow, she was knocked off balance and fell forward and flopped onto him, straddling him. Her momentum caused the chair to tip over onto the tile floor as Chance and the ranch hands filed in through the back door. 


Her panicked cry was muffled by a mouthful of recliner and his surprised exclamation was stifled by her glorious, full breasts.

From Clayton’s perspective it was all good, and he put his arms around her, now that the room had stopped spinning. Lydia finally achieved her leverage and lifted off of him.

Chance walked up with a grin on his face. “Technical difficulties?” he asked as the ranch hands followed him into the family room.




Both men pressed kisses to her shoulders, throat, and cheeks, their hands a continuing wave of strokes until the tide of tension inside her began to rise again.

She kissed Chance and then turned to Clayton and kissed him as well. The thought that she was in bed with two of the sexiest men she’d ever met, who were ready to make love to her at her word, made her body hum with arousal, and she wanted to go there badly.

She tilted her leg as Chance stroked it, leading his hand to her inner thigh, and he looked up at her and gave her his teasing, sexy smile and pressed his lips in a slow descent down her torso, starting with a loving kiss and lick to her nipple. His touch was a mix of playfulness and adoration as he took his time.

Sighing shakily with anticipation as his lips traveled the last few inches to her pussy, Lydia caressed both their cocks. Neither was prepared for her touch, judging by their groans. She wrapped her hands around their incredibly hard, distended shafts and stroked them. Her breath left her in a rush and she arched her back as Chance’s hot mouth made contact with her pussy.

Chance moved out of her reach and positioned himself between her legs, leaving her with only Clayton’s cock to play with. She watched Chance as he licked her pussy and found herself falling into a rhythm with him as she stroked Clayton. Chance glanced up at her, a sultry glow in his eyes as he took his time licking in leisurely, broad strokes, seeming totally absorbed in his task and in no hurry to reach a destination.

Clayton growled as she slowly stroked him and said, “Lydi, you’re torturing me.”

Lydia’s pussy clenched against Chance’s tongue as he slid it through her opening again, and she whispered, “Let me suck it for you. Would you like that?”

“Oh, damn. I’d love it.” Clayton moved closer and knelt within reach of her. Wondering for a moment if she could handle the stimulation of Chance’s tongue on her while playing with Clayton, Lydia figured she’d find out in a few minutes. She opened her mouth and licked the hard, thick head of Clayton’s cock.

Gazing up at him, she took his hard, pulsing shaft in her mouth for the first time and sucked on the head. Clayton bit his lip and groaned blissfully. Wetting his hard flesh with her tongue, she slid more easily until she was taking several inches with each pass.

Clayton groaned and muttered, “Damn, you’re good, woman.” Lydia chuckled and winked audaciously at him as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked a little harder. His scent was soapy and clean as though he’d bathed while she’d been in her shower. Her experience with blow jobs was limited, but he sounded like she was doing fairly well at it.

Chance pulled her attention back to his loving ministrations as he drew the throbbing flesh of her clit into his mouth and toyed with it more firmly. Heated currents rushed through her body and her pussy swelled and throbbed with each draw of his suctioning mouth until she thought she might go mad. He kept her dangling on the edge for an eternity before she finally released Clayton’s cock from her mouth, and she whimpered, “Please, Chance. Please.”

Chance gave a groan of approval and stroked her opening with a fingertip. Her cunt clenched violently in anticipation as he slid his finger inside her pussy and began stroking in and out. Each stroke, each hot breath against her cunt brought her closer and closer as the delicious certainty of an orgasm descended on her. 

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