The Doms of Destiny, Colorado Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM, MFM)

Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1

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Word Count: 174,184
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In Captured by Cowboys, when an injured woman appears in the middle of a downpour on the Stone brothers' ranch, her arrival changes everything. Emmett, Cody, and Bryant have been lost until finding Amber, whose memories are gone. They’ve forgotten what it means to be family, until now. She reminds them true love is worth protecting—whatever the cost.

In Bound to Billionaires, Megan has lost everything. Her final restitution for her ex’s crimes brings her face-to-face with two sexy billionaires. She enters the courtroom. Eric and Scott realize she’s innocent. They set out to find the person using her to get to them. Will the brothers keep Megan safe and win her heart before all is lost?

In Mastered by Mavericks, Officer Nicole Flowers gets a call that sends her on quest leading to her dark past. Arriving in Destiny, she meets two cowboys—Sawyer and Reed, who intrigue her. Unseen danger surrounds this trio. Will they be able to overcome past guilt and cling to each other in time, or will evil find them first?  


A Siren Erotic Romance
Chloe Lang is a Siren-exclusive author.



The Doms of Destiny, Colorado Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM, MFM)
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The Doms of Destiny, Colorado Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM, MFM)

Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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Word Count: 174,184
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Wow - each story is different and great! Nice mystery with a real plot to go along with the spice




A bang of thunder shook the room and her. “How long has it been storming?”

“Over an hour, and it doesn’t seem to be letting up.” Cody walked to the door. “How about some tea, sweetheart?”

Her mouth felt like cotton. “Yes. I would love some.”

“How do you like it?” he asked.

Another simple question but one she couldn’t answer, her memory still lost to her. “I’m not sure.”

“We’ll all discover your likes and dislikes together.” Emmett’s tone was deep yet tender and comforting, too. “Make her three cups. One plain. One with sugar. One with cream.”

“I’ll make four. She might like cream and sugar.”

“Good call.”

Cody smiled and sent her a wink. “Everything is going to be just fine. You’ll see.”

She couldn’t help but smile back at him. Stranger or not, the guy was charming, a kind of devil-may-care cowboy. Suddenly a bout of the shakes took hold of her. She couldn’t stop trembling. Her skin felt cold.

Bryant leaned in and whispered, “Don’t fret. This is normal. These shivers will end.”

His words reached into her and the quakes subsided a little. “Are you a doctor?”

“No, but I won’t let you down. I saw a lot of action in Afghanistan.” Bryant took her hand. “We’ll see you through this. You don’t have a fever. That’s good.”

“You’re a soldier?” Was he home on leave?

“Marine. I’ve been out for a couple of years.” Bryant nodded towards the kitchen. “Cody and Emmett, too, though Emmett was in earlier than we were. He went to Iraq.”

No wonder she felt so safe even though they were complete strangers. “Soldier cowboys came to my rescue. Someone should make a movie about that.”

“Not a bad idea.” Emmett glanced over at his brother. “I would’ve stayed in if I hadn’t lost fifty percent of my hearing in my right ear from an IED exploding under my team.”

Bryant squeezed her hand. “And Cody and I would’ve re-upped if you hadn’t needed us to help at the ranch.”

Emmett shrugged. “I would’ve managed with Sawyer and Reed just fine. They’re the best hands around. Besides, with the force reduction going on two years ago, I doubt either of you would’ve gotten an assignment.”

“Why am I shaking?” She didn’t expect an answer, only needed to voice the question.

“You’ve been through a helluva a lot, miss.” Bryant released her hand and pulled the covers up to her neck. “Nerves would be my bet. Who wouldn’t be shaking after such a traumatic event?”

“But isn’t that just it? I don’t know what happened. You don’t know what happened. I don’t even know who I am or where I come from or where I was going.” The trembles came back stronger and more frenzied than before. “What if I never gain my memory back?”

Emmett took a cloth from a bowl on the table by the bed. She hadn’t even noticed it. He wrung it out and wiped her face. “You will. Bryant is right. Besides, someone as beautiful as you must have loved ones who will come looking for you. They’ll help you sort things out. Until then, you’re going to have to depend on us.”

“My brother is right, miss. We may look rough around the edges, just three cowboys, but we won’t let you down. Cross my heart.” Bryant took his finger and traced an ‘X’ over his manly chest. It was an action that seemed to reveal the boy he’d been long ago.

Her body wouldn’t stop trembling as her mind continued to wrestle with itself. Who am I? The question rolled over again and again with no resolution. Her heart thudded in her chest hard and fast. “Emmett, you found me, right?”


“What else can you tell me that might jog my memory back into place?” She looked down at the tattered clothes she was wearing—slacks and a shirt. No shoes. “Was this all I had on?” They could’ve stripped her while she was out but hadn’t. It made her feel better about them.

“You likely lost your shoes when you walked away in a daze from your car.”

“What about a purse or identification?” She knew this was a feeble attempt to grasp at any shred that might pull her out of this nightmare, but she had to try.

Emmett shook his head. “Maybe this might help you remember. You were muttering something I didn’t understand. What was it?” He rubbed his head and then snapped his fingers. “Right.”

“Right what?” Bryant asked.

“That was one of the words she was saying over and over. Right and bliss. Does that help you?”

She sure wished it did, but it didn’t spark a single thing in her locked down brain. “No. Anything else, Emmett?”

He touched her cheek. “I’m sorry, but no.”

Cody walked in carrying a tray with the four promised mugs, each was steaming hot. “We don’t have any fancy teas, sweetheart. I hope you like tried and true Lipton.”

She held out her hand and saw the tremble of her fingers. Immediately, she recoiled her hand back. “Thank you, Cody. I’ll drink it later.”

“You’ll drink it now, doll,” he commanded. “You get to pick which cup, but once done, you’ll drink all of it. Consider it your medicine.” His I-mean-business tone was easy to detect, but his eyes sparkled with mischievousness that was not hard to miss.

“It will make you feel better,” Bryant cajoled. “Might stop your trembles, too.”

“Lucky me,” she joked. “Three nurses disguised as cowboys. I’m not sure I’m really awake.”

Bryant cupped her chin. “You’re awake. And by the looks of you and the tone in your voice, I’d say you’re doing well. Drink.”

She had a feeling these cowboys could persuade her to do just about anything if they worked together. “Three against one isn’t fair.”

Emmett’s fixed gaze unnerved her. “We never play fair, miss. Drink.”




Bryant nodded and handed the scary-looking black paddle to him—the same paddle Emmett had threatened her with the first time in the playroom. Then it had been a test. When he’d asked her color state, she’d confessed with “yellow.” Now this wasn’t a test. This was punishment, plain and simple. Trust. I trust Emmett. I trust Cody. I trust Bryant. She absolutely did trust her cowboys, but that wasn’t backing down her nerves, not one bit.

Emmett swung it in front of her, and she felt the blast of air it moved on her face, giving her the worst case of the willies. “You’re reckless and headstrong. Tonight you’re going to learn what it means to disobey us. What happened in the past, back in Chicago, in the sheriff’s office can’t happen again. We take the risks, not you. After tonight, you’ll think twice before you act so rash.”

He swung it again, and her heartbeats sped up in her chest and her breathing hitched tight in her throat.

What would the monstrous thing feel like on her ass? The other paddle had warmed her ass up quite nice. Would Blackie burn her until she couldn’t stand on her own?

As Cody removed her bra and Bryant her panties, a palpitating shudder shot through Amber as her trepidation and wantonness came to blows, warring for supremacy inside her.

Bryant’s lips feathered along her neck, raising her temperature several notches. “Time to get you on the bench, baby.”

Her nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation as he and Cody tied her to the bench with ropes, real ropes.

“What your Masters, my brothers, are doing, little one, is trussing you to the bench so you can’t move. We could’ve used handcuffs, but we want you completely immobile. Each of us carries two pairs of scissors in case you start to panic beyond the pleasurable state we want you in. Do you trust us, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” she choked out, since getting enough oxygen in her lungs was becoming increasingly difficult. She was so turned on, and they’d only stripped away her clothes. God, she would never tire of their commands from their mouths, their hands, and yes, even their cocks. She could feel the bite of the ropes on all her flesh save one place, her bottom. The bites there would come from Blackie. She gulped thinking about Emmett, who she could no longer see, standing behind her, staring at her ass, and holding the wicked punishing tool in his hand.

“I’m done with my knots.” Cody informed in a deep lusty tone.

Bryant brushed the hair out of her eyes, giving her a little dose of courage and a whole bunch of goose bumps. “Me, too. Our slave is ready for her punishment.”

“How about a blindfold and ball gag?” Cody’s suggestion heightened her tremors. “I know we didn’t talk about using them, but I think our pet might get more out of the experience if we did.”

“Good thinking,” Emmett said. “But just the blindfold tonight. I want to hear her screams. Color, slave?”

“Green, Master.” The truth was her green was vacillating in shades of worry and want. Still, she couldn’t believe how easily she was settling into her cowboys’ lifestyle. She was taking to BDSM play lickety-split. Lick? God, please lick me again, Emmett. She didn’t dare say it out loud or anything else for that matter unless instructed to speak or answer. She didn’t want Emmett to change his mind on the ball gag thingy Cody had mentioned.

“Let us train our slave, brothers.” Emmett’s voice was harsher than she’d ever heard it, sending butterflies aloft in her belly.


The first whack from Blackie in Emmett’s hand to the very middle of her ass shocked a scream out of her, but she couldn’t move even an inch with Cody’s and Bryant’s ropes around her. The sting continued to sizzle when he removed it from her backside.


The next whack landed in the center of her left cheek. Blackie’s chomp sizzled on her flesh, causing her nipples and clitoris to throb like mad.

“Obey.” Her right cheek was scorched by the monstrous paddle’s next attack, releasing a flood of tears from her eyes and pussy.

“You.” Thwack. “Will.” Thwack. “Obey.” Thwack.

Over and over, Emmett said the same words, punctuating them with Blackie’s teeth to her ass.

Never had she felt such overwhelming heat or mind-blowing dizziness. Every spank chipped away at her resistance, her hesitation, her walls, her doubts. The more the paddle landed on her now-molten ass, the more she surrendered herself to them. Trust. Absolute and total.

“Color?” Her Master’s voice came through the delicious haze, filling her with rapture.

“Green, Master.” Her own words seemed distant and faraway.

“Are you ready to obey us, little one? Always?”

“Yes, Masters. Always.”

“Sweet surrender,” Emmett said in a hushed tone that sounded like satisfaction to her.

“Beautiful,” Bryant added in a similar timbre.

“She’s ours. All ours,” Cody said in a resonance matching his brothers.

Their words filled her with pride. She’d pleased her Masters.

In a flash, they removed the ropes.

“We’re going to keep you on the bench, little one. Grab Bryant’s hands. That’s my girl. We’re going to lower the bench so that we can all fuck you at the same time.”

Her first thought, in her light-headed, lusty-filled state, was she had no idea the bench could be adjusted to a different height, and her second was how did they plan on fucking her simultaneously? As the contraption locked into the position her Masters wanted, her pussy got even wetter.

“Cody and I are going to slide you down the bench a few inches to give us better access to your pussy and ass,” Emmett said in syllables clearly chocked full of carnality.

They shifted her down. “Open your eyes, pet,” Bryant growled.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, finding his heavy erection staring her in the face.





“We have an offer for Megan, Phoebe. Hear us out.” Scott’s voice reminded her of a summer breeze.

She was so tempted to look back at him but instead took a forkful of Lucy’s apple pie. The bite exploded with sweet deliciousness in her mouth.

She closed her eyes, relishing the taste.

How long had it been since she had any real food? Days. She’d been living on chips and off-brand sodas for the whole trip. Before that, mostly ramen noodles.

Lucy was right about having dessert first. The filling of the pie definitely hadn’t come from a can. This was homemade goodness through and through.

Famished, she took another bite, closing her eyes again. The luscious treat slid down her throat, warming her insides up and helping her body relax. God, she needed rest in the worst way. As she chewed on the yumminess with total abandon, exhaustion wrapped its sleepy fingers around every cell in her body. She and Granny Gremlin would need to find a place to hole up for the night. Shouldn’t be hard to find in these rural parts.

“Megan, are you okay?” Phoebe asked, pulling her from her dreamy state.

She opened her eyes and saw three other pairs staring at her. Her cheeks flamed hot from embarrassment. Crawling under the booth’s table seemed like a good idea at the moment.

“I’m fine,” she said, noting how tiny her voice came out.

“You were moaning,” Scott said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Moaning? She placed the fork on the half-eaten pie’s plate. Her pulse was racing in her veins. “Just eating Lucy’s pie. It’s delicious.”

“We know.” Eric’s eyelids were narrowed. “We’ve had her pie. When was the last time you ate, Megan?”

Why was he asking her that? Was it to get more information to use against her next Tuesday? She wasn’t about to give him what he wanted. “Should you and I be talking, Mr. Knight? Phoebe, didn’t you just tell them to go through you?”

“I did, but I think his question is valid.” Her attorney’s eyes were filled with obvious concern. “You look like you’re about to drop, Megan.”

“Did you drive straight here from Texas?” Scott asked, sliding into the booth next to her.

The Knights were clearly used to people answering their questions and following their orders. They were billionaire moguls. Why wouldn’t they? But she didn’t work for them. Kip had. Kip. The male gender was a mystery to her. She was an idiot when it came to men, but no more. She’d steered clear for five years. These two weren’t going to get her off track.

“That’s none of you or your brother’s concern. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get something out of my car. Will you let me out?”

Scott didn’t move, but remained so close to her she could feel the heat from his body. Eric did move, sliding into the booth opposite her and Scott.

Phoebe remained standing at the edge of the table, but her eyes never moved, remaining locked to Megan’s. “Don’t tell me you drove straight here in that sorry excuse of a car of yours?”

“Okay. I won’t.” Her nerves were frayed. Whose wouldn’t be? The two men who wanted to take the only thing she had left in the world—her mother’s house—were hemming her in. “Mr. Knight,” she said to Scott. “Will you please move so I can get out of this booth.”

He shook his head. “You’re about to drop, aren’t you?”

“Scoot over, Eric,” Phoebe said. When he did, she moved into the booth’s seat next to him. “From Dallas to Destiny has to be at least a fifteen-hour drive.”

Megan didn’t correct Phoebe that it was actually seventeen. She was already uncomfortable with all the attention she was getting from everyone. “I’m fine. Really I am.”

“Everything okay over here?” Lucy placed two plates on the table. The smell of the enormous cheeseburgers made Megan’s mouth water. The piles of shoestring fries next to each sandwich were just as tempting.

“No, it isn’t.” Megan’s heart was thudding fast in her chest and her jitters and fatigue had mingled into a heady brew just shy of bravery but spot-on defiance. “These two men are bothering us. Can you have them removed from our booth, please?”

“I see,” Lucy said with a grin and wink. “We might need to talk to Sheriff Wolfe. He’s at the counter. Would you like me to get him, dear?”

The woman’s mocking tone wasn’t lost on her, but she didn’t care. “Yes. Please.” As Lucy turned to go to the local lawman, Megan looked at Phoebe. “Perhaps I should represent myself, Phoebe. You seem to be a little too chummy with these two.”

Scott chuckled. “She’s got fire.”

“Guts, too.” Eric’s already-too-beautiful face became even more so when his manly lips curled up into the most mind-blowing smile she’d ever seen. He reached across the table and touched the back of her hand. “You need food and rest, Megan. We have an offer I think you’ll like, but we can talk about it later. After.”

“After what?” she snapped, pulling her hand into her lap. Why was she reacting so strongly to him, pushing him away? Sure, they were acting nicey-nice now, but what about the lawsuit? Eric and Scott were her enemies, not her friends. If what happened with Kip taught her anything, she knew there was only one person she could count on. Herself. Megan. No one else. Phoebe had been sweet, but that didn’t mean a damn thing in the long run. Kip had been sweet, charming, and more. She would never forget how that turned out. Phoebe was not a friend. Eric and Scott were men, the gender she really would never trust again. Never, never, never.




They carried her out of the playroom to her bedroom with the big, comfy bed. Gently, they placed her in the middle of the mattress. Each of them stripped off their clothes. Their cocks were straight up and hard. Did they mean to both make love to her?

“Who is first?” she squeaked out.

“Trust us, Megan.”

Scott had a condom wrapper in his hand. He opened it and rolled the latex down his thick, long shaft.

She looked at him and then at Eric. “What about you?”

“Scott’s going to take your virginity tonight. I’ll take my gift another time, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be taking a few samples from you. I will.” He flashed her another wicked smile. “Tonight is about your pleasure, little one, but believe me, I will be enjoying every whimper, every moan, every scream.”

As they each crawled into bed with her, one on each side of her, nervous shivers took hold of her.

Kisses and caresses rained down every inch of her body. She could feel their cocks pressing into her thighs. These were the kind of men a woman could depend on when needed, a woman like her, and God knew she needed them now in the worst way.

Eric kissed her, cupping the mound of her sex, fingers threading through her wet folds until he touched her aching clit. Scott swallowed her right breast, sucking until her nipple beaded and throbbed. She couldn’t keep any part of her body still, fisting the sheets, trying to hold on to the new sensations tearing through her.

When Eric’s tongue swept into her mouth, dizziness took hold of her as her pussy burned with a broiling ache. Something strange happened, something she’d only felt recently on the plane with Scott. His teeth tightening on her nipple and Eric’s fingers pressing on her clit created a kind of circuit, electric and tingly. Her pussy got even wetter. She was soaked and so very needy. Her thoughts were slippery and unfocused. Reining them into something logical and sensible was impossible at the moment. It was her body that demanded all her attention, her energy, her essence. Sensations ripped through again and again, each hotter and more earth-shattering than the one before.

Her books had told her such a thing was possible, but deep down she’d held on to her doubt, never knowing her body would respond so…so violently.

Scott shifted down her body, kissing her abdomen as he’d done on the plane. Oral sex was next, thank God. Instinct had taken her over, and her body arched into Scott, trying to fill her unfathomable appetite.

Eric also moved down, leaving her mouth swollen and throbbing from his salacious kiss. He swallowed her other breast, teething her nipple, creating a new zinging line between her breast and her clit, where Scott’s tongue was currently circling. Her maddening thirst to be conquered, to be claimed, to be filled, created a bonfire between her legs, skating up her belly and down her thighs. Shivers raced through her. When she felt Scott’s tongue hit her clitoris and his two fingers thrust into her pussy to the spot, she shot her hands onto both their heads, her left on Eric’s and her right on Scott’s. She pressed at the back of their heads, hungry for them to consume her, all of her.

Utter devastation coiled through her from their double-teaming efforts—Scott’s mouth on her pussy, Eric’s on her breast, Scott’s tongue swiping across her clit, Eric’s across her nipple, Scott’s fingers pumping inside her, Eric’s tugging her hair.

Nothing inside her could be stilled.

“Please. Please. Please.” Her pants filled the room.

“She’s ready.” Eric pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Scott kissed his way up her body, pushing her thighs wide with his muscled legs.

Eric released her lips, rolling to the side. “This is it, little one. This is your moment.”

She looked deep into his blue eyes and saw immense tenderness. She turned to Scott, who was now fully on top of her. In his eyes was the same.

She trembled, though trusting them with everything, still a little nervous about what was to happen. She’d never felt so open, so vulnerable, so female.

Scott shifted his hips, positioning the bulbous head of his cock on her sex. He leaned down and swallowed her in an all-important kiss, the last one of innocence.

She closed her eyes, readying herself for the final step, the final drop, the final—

“This is going to hurt at first, little one,” Scott said. “But I promise that once the initial pain passes, it will get better. Do you trust me?”

She nodded, chewing on her lower lip.

Scott’s smile reassured her. She could feel his love, his caring with every breath and every caress.

“Ready, baby?” he asked tenderly.

“Yes, Sir.”

Then Scott struck quick and fast, a single thrust into her channel with cataclysmic results.





“Hey guys.” Sheriff Jason Wolfe walked in.

Sawyer stepped off the ladder, focusing his attention on the woman following close behind Jason.

“Hello, miss.” Reed moved around the sheriff and stood right in front of her. “I’m Reed Coleman,” his brother said, extending his hand.

The raven-haired beauty didn’t take it, which seemed to disappoint Reed by the frown that suddenly appeared on his face.

“Officer Nicole Flowers from Chicago PD.”

A female cop? Damn, I wouldn’t mind being arrested by her.

She wore jeans that revealed her curves perfectly. Her blue knit shirt clung to her full breasts, which would fit into his hands nicely. She topped the outfit off with a sexy jacket.

“My eyes are north of where you’re looking, Mr. Coleman.” Nicole didn’t look amused.

Sawyer snapped his head up to her chocolate-colored eyes. She wasn’t looking at him but at Reed. Apparently his brother had been taking in her physique just the same as he.

Nicole placed her hands on her hips instead of crossing them over her chest. The woman had moxie, that was for sure. He’d never cared much for moxie before, always going for the more subdued types, eyes down, trembling.

But clearly Sawyer’s dick had different ideas now, especially when it came to Nicole’s moxie. His cock jumped and his balls grew heavy.

His mind didn’t seem to be in the driver’s seat as much as his desire. Sawyer was sure Nicole’s soft curves would feel wonderful in his grasp. Unfortunately, squeezing her as a “hello” wouldn’t be the best introduction to Destiny. And by the demeanor he saw from her, it would likely be met with discontent and flailing arms and legs. God, even that picture sent hot pulses down between his legs, making his jeans even more uncomfortable.

“Do we need more law enforcement in Destiny, Jason?” Gold asked. “With Charlie moving to California next week to be with his kids, that leaves you short a deputy. Is Miss Flowers taking that position?”

“She’s here temporarily,” Jason answered.

Nicole turned her big brown eyes his direction. “I’m here to assist the sheriff with a certain matter.”

She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Sure, other men might see her differently, believing the stick-figure models to be more attractive, but not him. Her attitude might be firm, but her shape was most definitely soft, calling to his fingers to touch.

“Introductions are in order,” Jason said, always bent on the protocols both here at Phase Four and everywhere else. Rules. The law. That was Jason’s way. “This is Mr. Gold. He owns the club.”

This time, Nicole extended her hand. “Interesting place you have here.”

Gold shook her hand. “Thank you. Are you familiar with my type of club, officer?”

“Like I said, I’m from Chicago,” Nicole said. “Yes. I’m familiar.”

“I’d be happy to extend you a visitor’s pass during your stay in Destiny, officer.” Gold smiled.

Sawyer leaned in, hoping she would accept the offer but knowing that was doubtful.

Nicole shook her head. “No thanks. I’m only here to help the sheriff. Nothing else.”

Jason turned to Reed. “You’ve already met Reed Coleman.”

“The pleasure is all mine, miss,” Reed said, bending at the waist in a silly bow.

“I’m sure that’s true, Coleman.” The corners of Nicole’s lips curved up slightly for a moment and then back down into a frown. Reed’s devilish charm seemed to have worked on her if only for a split second.

God, he would love to see a full smile on her gorgeous face.

“And the guy by the ladder is…?” Nicole’s brown eyes zeroed in on him, her long lashes fluttering.

“I’m Reed’s brother, miss. Sawyer Coleman.” He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and put his hand out for her to take.

She smiled and took his hand in her tiny fingers. The connection felt electric, sending a hot current through his body and eventually settling in his cock.

“Nice to meet you, Sawyer Coleman. I’m sure you have your hands full with this one.” She tilted her head toward Reed.

“More like the other way around,” Reed said.

Nicole laughed. “I’m a police officer, Coleman. I know when someone is lying to me, so don’t even try it.”

His brother’s eyes narrowed. Nicole was getting to the man-whore like no woman had ever before. It was fun to watch. But she was also getting to him. Though their handshake had ended, he kept his fingers wrapped around hers, unwilling to let go of her for even a second.

“Don’t be too hard on my brother, officer,” he said. “He’s not used to being around women like you.”

“Like me?” she asked, pulling her hand free but keeping her gaze locked on him. “What does that mean?”

Sawyer immediately missed touching her fingers. “You’re not blown away by his overused lines and floppy blond hair.”

“Don’t forget his big blue eyes. I bet the girls swoon over them.” The amused grin on her full lips made his blood turn hot in his veins. “I like blue but I also like green, like yours.”

Damn. He could already tell this girl was going to rock his world. “Nice to know, Nicole.”

She blinked and her cheeks turned a gorgeous shade of red.

Sawyer’s heart thudded in his chest like a jackhammer. She might have the body type he was always drawn to, but her manner, edgy and defensive, was calling to him, too, which was new. Why? What was it about this woman that had him reacting like a teenage boy and not a twenty-nine-year-old cowboy?




Her body was alive and on fire, causing her to writhe and thrash on the bed.

She sucked in a breath as Sawyer’s fingers and lips touched her swollen wet folds. Every part of her shook as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and dove down on her pussy with his greedy mouth. The heat that he sent into her slickened flesh from his trailing tongue was unimaginable and shocking. Never had she felt these kinds of sensations. When Sawyer applied pressure to her clit with his tongue, explosive jolts suddenly rocked her entire body.

Nicole grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to steady herself, but it didn’t work. Nothing was steady. Nothing was calm. Quite the opposite. Even the room seemed to be spinning, burning, thundering like her body.

“God. It’s so…”

Reed swallowed her words with his mouth, kissing her until she thought she might actually pass out. He released her lips. “How delicious is Chicago?” he asked Sawyer.

“Sweet cream, bro. The sweetest I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

“I thought so.” Reed’s hot wicked eyes peeled away her defensive layers with ease. “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around my cock, sweetheart. What do you think about that?”

She groaned, unable to answer as Sawyer once again buried his face between her thighs. His lusty licks drove her mad with shaky desire. She could no longer hold back her screams.

“Music to my ears, Chicago.” Reed’s lips feathered her nipples. “Let us hear your cries of pleasure.”

Sawyer’s groans reverberated over her clit, making her even wetter. “So fucking good. God, I could sample you all night. Come for us, baby. Drown me with your cream.”

“I–I can’t…I never…never been able to…”

“Shhh.” Reed’s hand covered her mouth. “You will come tonight, Nicole. Trust me. And more than once, I promise.”

She wanted to believe him, already feeling more sensations inside her body than ever before. “But what if I can’t?”

Before she could give them the million reasons why she couldn’t, Sawyer began nibbling on her clit and thrusting his fingers into her pussy, hitting a spot that erupted into immense pulsating sensations that flooded her body. There was no doubt about what this was, her first climax ever. She’d never dreamed it would be so piercing and consuming. Her body was in charge, not her mind. Her pussy clenched and unclenched and clenched again. She could feel the liquid pouring out of her and into Sawyer’s ready mouth. And still she came and came and came.

She could hear herself scream but it sounded far away and distant to her as the quakes in her body seemed to scream even louder. Reed’s and Sawyer’s licks and kisses were giving her the most supreme pleasure she’d ever felt in her life. Hot heady waves rolled through her again and again. Over and over. Stronger and stronger.

Sawyer pushed his finger in deeper into her pussy and started sucking her clit into his mouth, causing a new round of shattering trembles to flood her body. Every muscle tightened, every cell fired, every breath came out a scream. The incredible intensity went on and on until she was totally limp.

Sawyer moved up her body, returning to the place on her side he’d been earlier. He brushed his lips on her shoulder. Reed nibbled on her neck. Her heart pounded in her chest as she trembled between them.

“How do you feel, Chicago?” Reed asked, continuing to trace his fingertips over her body.

“It’s hard to describe, but I feel great.” She looked up at the faces staring down at her. God, they were gorgeous men. “Really great.”

“Just wait until we get inside your gorgeous body.” Reed’s sweet lascivious grin let her know he wasn’t even close to being done with her tonight.

Sawyer smiled broadly. “Your pleasure pleases us, baby, more than you can know.”

Still reeling from her orgasm, she was surprised at how her pussy seemed to react to their lusty talk as it throbbed and ached once again. This wasn’t her norm. For Chrissakes, she was a cop—maybe benched at the moment, but still a gun-toting, badge-wearing Chicago police officer. So why was she acting like a frail, fainting woman? Because these two cowboys seemed to know every spot on her body that could work her into a stupor, and God what a stupor.

“You’re so beautiful, Chicago.” Reed ran his hand up her neck.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from pleading with them for more. Trying to raise her mental walls back up but failing miserably, she closed her eyes tight.

“Don’t, Chicago.” Reed’s voice was filled with sharp warning.

When she felt his fingers on her chin, she opened her eyes. “Don’t what?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t pull back. Keep yourself open.” His tone softened. “I want you to experience more pleasure than you’ve ever had before. I want tonight be unforgettable for you.”

“It already is,” she confessed, feeling the sting of grateful tears in her eyes. “I want you to enjoy tonight as much as I do. Fair is fair. I’m a modern woman.” She reached between both their legs and grabbed their big, hard dicks, one in each of her hands.

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