The Double Rider Men's Club, Volume 1 (MFM)

The Double Rider Men's Club 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 232,731
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In Unbridled and Unforbidden, Brianna Lawrence enjoys a carefree, if secret, ménage relationship with rancher Chet Macalister and veterinarian Dr. Randall Clark. They’ve kept their relationship quiet to avoid small town gossip. When the two men invite Brianna do preform ménage sex onstage at the Double Rider Men’s Club, she balks due to low self-esteem. The idea is sexy, but Brianna fears that Chet and Randall can do much better than her. Chet and Randall want to marry Brianna, but they feared a talk of commitment would send her running. But now, will choosing the DRMC mean losing the only woman they’ve ever loved?

In Unbridled and Undone, lust sends Tessa Calloway into a private Colorado nightclub seeking relief. Dell Harper falls in love with her on sight, and Zachary Barrett follows not long after. They believe she’s the one and introduce her to their ménage lifestyle. Soon, unable to see a future without Tessa, Dell and Zachary ask her to join them permanently in Wyoming for their happily ever after. But Tessa has just inherited the home and security she’s wanted all her life. Now, she must decide if she’ll abandon her long-awaited dream home for a future with two sexy ranchers in Wyoming. After all, what’s more important: true love or inherited family property?

In Unbridled and Unbroken, a forgotten lotto ticket and a strong dose of lust sends Veronica after Johnny and into his hotel room. He introduces her to Adam and to their ménage lifestyle, which intrigues her. But Veronica has a dark secret she dares not share, one that forces her to live a lie and, worse, threatens their love. Johnny and Adam consider themselves lucky to have found the perfect woman interested in their lifestyle. But Veronica’s secret has her running out the door the morning after the Double Rider Men’s Club annual event. Even more shocking, an old friend of the club is hell-bent on putting Veronica in jail! Can Johnny and Adam save her in time?

In Unbridled and Unbound, law firm file clerk Stella Gilbert wants to pay off her secret debt. But her pride won’t allow for a man to pay her bills, unlike her late mother who had no problem letting a man, any man, pay for everything. Dominick Hunter and Tyler Wilson are heading back up to their own property, but first must stop and see the newly renovated DRMC in Ryder, Colorado. But when they find a beautiful, stranded accident victim—with excellent cooking skills and a curiosity about their lifestyle—outside the gates of the DRMC property, they start to reconsider their plans of leaving the state so soon.

In Unbridled and Unridden, with her ten-year class reunion looming, Jessica Troy decides she’s been a virgin long enough. Now that she’s been promoted to her dream job, her only dilemma is whether to choose businessman Deacon Wilder, or mechanic Boyd Caldwell for her first sexual liaison. Deacon and Boyd both agree that whichever woman they choose to share their unbridled lifestyle must also be willing to watch and participate in threesomes. Jessica Troy is the best contender they’ve found yet and, what’s more, they’re smitten with her. But unfortunately, Jessica has a debilitating case of stage fright. Will Deacon and Boyd still want her if she’s deathly afraid of doing what they enjoy most?


A Siren Erotic Romance
Elle Saint James is a Siren-exclusive author.
The Double Rider Men's Club, Volume 1 (MFM)
1 Ratings (4.0)

The Double Rider Men's Club, Volume 1 (MFM)

The Double Rider Men's Club 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 232,731
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Chet nodded and reached out to stroke her hair. “You’re the one in power here, sweetheart. We live to serve your needs. How can we make an upgraded frequency change? Because I’m ready right now.”

She pushed out a long sigh. “I’m not sure. I barely made it today. I thought I’d be followed to the motel. And another thing, we’re really running low on out-of-the-way motels to frequent. I don’t even know where we’ll meet next time. I guess it’s impossible to also increase the number of times we meet when there’s no place to go.”

“I disagree. We could meet at our ranch.” He and Randall owned the ranch and surrounding area where Randall also had his veterinary practice. The newer ranch house was connected to the older homestead by a covered breezeway. Separate, and yet they could easily pass to the other home with little chance of anyone seeing them.

“And what would your cowhands say about me spending the night with the both of you on a regular basis? They’d see my car parked overnight and the next thing you know, we’re being discussed over the fresh corn in the produce section at the Save-A-Lot supermarket.” She shook her head. She hated being the subject of gossip.

Chet shrugged. This was the rub. The problem they faced. She didn’t want anyone to know they were a ménage trio. She feared for their reputations in a small town with lots of gossips. Personally, he didn’t care. But she did. So he tried to care for her benefit.

“It’s none of their business. Besides, I really don’t think they’d care.” Randall spoke the exact words that Chet was thinking.

“Well, I do. I don’t want anyone to see me. I don’t want anyone to know my business. I can’t imagine a ménage trio would be completely accepted in town.”

“You never know. Perhaps there are more of them around here than you think.”

“Just all your friends. I know you have other men who do this, but Main Street in a small town is not the place I want to discuss it or the fact that I’m seeing both of you. Okay?”

Chet nodded. So did Randall.




The three of them had only been apart for several weeks, but it seemed like years had gone by. She truly needed this night of decadent pleasure to relax and unwind. They’d been apart far too long.

Randall’s cock was only inches from her mouth, so she launched forward and sucked him between her lips. He groaned appreciatively. She sucked harder. Behind her, Chet worked his cock slowly and carefully between her cheeks. He always treated her with such reverence. Once he was fully embedded, she pulled her mouth off of Randall’s cock and carefully stood.

Chet’s hands came around to play with her nipples. Each tug of his fingertips sent a tendril of longing to her pussy. Randall went to his knees and buried his face between her legs. The tug of his lips on her clit almost sent her over the edge of climax. But she wanted to be doubly penetrated the first time she came. Her knees wobbled and almost folded. Randall stroked her thighs, sending even more tingly pleasure to her now-gushing pussy.

“I can’t take any more,” she whispered. “Get up. I want your cock buried in my pussy.” Her body was ablaze with arousal. Randall finally ended her torture and stood up smiling. He rolled a condom onto his massive cock and approached her. She was panting for him. Panting.

He grabbed her shoulders and leaned in to give her a kiss. The musk from her pussy coated his lips. She tasted herself for a second time tonight as they kissed, sending another surge of powerful desire down her limbs. Chet pulsed in and out of her ass with quick, hard strokes. The borderline pleasure-pain of it had her breathing hard. She broke the kiss. Grabbing Randall’s hips, she pulled him against her.





He chuckled. “Because the things we’d like to do to you require you to open up a little bit more. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Tessa relaxed a bit and placed her palms against the chilly glass. She widened her stance until her feet were half a yard apart and swore a trickle of pussy juice ran down her inner thigh. Dell groaned and placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. Zachary appeared at her side. His head quickly dipped below one of her elbows, and he stood up in the circle of her arms.

He blocked her body from the view of the outside.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he lowered his head and touched his lips to hers briefly. His lips were full and sensual. She wanted to nibble on them. He smelled like sex on a stick as his cologne was one of those expensive brands she loved. They both looked like cowboys but smelled much better. They exuded rich businessmen scent.

He brushed his lips along her cheek and murmured, “I needed a kiss, too.”

She twisted her face and pushed her mouth closer to his. “Need a better one?” He nodded, and she latched on to him.

Tessa may have instigated it, but Zachary’s second kiss absolutely rocked her world. He didn’t kiss so much as consume her mouth. The heat and intensity level ratcheted up several notches the moment their lips met again. His tongue swirled expertly in her mouth. He tasted like tequila and mint. Already panting, she could barely keep up with all the sophisticated moves his talented tongue delivered. His hands had started on her waist, but as they kissed, she felt them move south. One hand slid between her thighs and a groan came from his throat.

Had he just realized how wet she was?

Dell was still behind her but hadn’t touched her since she and Zachary had started kissing. The moment she realized his absence, he touched her. Dell’s hands framed her hips for a moment and then joined Zachary’s fingers currently exploring her wet pussy. Suddenly, Dell’s fingers slid to her rear hole and penetrated her. The unexpected sensation shocked her, but not as much as the arousal it generated.

Zachary broke the kiss and nibbled along her jaw line. His fingers pushed up inside her pussy as Dell probed her rosette. She gushed more fluid on their hands at the very idea.

“Ever had a man’s cock here?” Dell whispered in her ear.

She shook her head.

“Want to try it?”

Tessa closed her eyes and tried to imagine having Dell’s cock push inside her virgin derriere. Her whole body shuddered at the idea.

Zachary kissed the spot below her other ear and whispered, “Want to try it with both of us inside you? Dell can push his cock slowly into your ass while I thrust my dick all the way inside your pussy. Can you imagine it? Do you want it?” He punctuated each word of his final question by pushing his fingers in and out of her saturated pussy.

“Ohmigod,” she whispered. She wanted it all right. She’d never imagined making love to two men. Hell, she didn’t even know the possibility existed until tonight, but she wanted this experience so much her core clenched in near climax at the notion.

Dell inserted a second finger between her butt cheeks as Zachary kissed her on the mouth hard and thrust his tongue inside to duel with hers. They kissed and kissed and kissed. Dell’s fingers stretched and stretched and stretched her anal hole. The pain he caused was minimal. The arousal factor put her libido in the red zone.

Breathing so hard she could barely speak, Tessa opened her eyes and stared into the shadowy, fathomless bottom of Zachary’s dark eyes. “I’ve never imagined anything like this, but in answer to your question, yes. I want it. I want both of you inside me.”

Zachary’s seductive gaze mesmerized her. “Excellent. I’m going to go down on you right now,” he said this with a matter-of-fact tone.

“Wh–what?” she stuttered.

His seductive grin made her heart beat faster. “I’m going to put my tongue on your clit and lick it until you come screaming. Meanwhile, Dell will continue stretching your ass with his fingers to get it all ready for his big cock to penetrate you.”

While she pondered his sensual explanation of events to come, he kissed his way down her body all the way to her pussy before the meaning of his words penetrated her sexual fog.

She glanced down as he buried his face into the curls at the apex of her thighs, and his tongue zeroed in on her clit as if he’d been there a hundred times before. Tessa closed her eyes again and braced her hands against the cool window to keep her balance.





Jerry walked all around the store as they flirted and chatted. She almost forgot he was there. Almost. He approached the counter, likely to ask some inane question like he always did, and the cowboy said, “I really enjoy having breakfast with you, honey.”

“So do I,” she answered wishing they really went on imaginary morning dates together as a couple.

Johnny suddenly leaned in so close, he practically kissed the plexiglass. “Honestly, the best part of my day is waking up next to you. I love knowing we’ll be sharing our first meal together every morning. Knowing you’re all mine doesn’t hurt either.”

Veronica was so stunned by his very realistic sounding heartfelt declaration, she didn’t have a ready response. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

Johnny winked once.

Playacting. It was just his way of helping her get rid of her pesky stalker.

Say something flirty.

“I...really like...being all yours.” She managed to stutter knowing she’d never win an award for her lame acting skills. Fortunately, a glance at Jerry and she knew she wasn’t the only one convinced over Johnny’s acting abilities.

“Will you stop by my place after you get off work so that we can,” he paused for a breathless moment as a number of activities crossed her mind, “chat some more about our future?”

“I’d love to.”

Jerry listened in to their conversation with rabid interest. When she finally tore her gaze from her cowboy hero, Jerry stared at her with accusation in his eyes. His gaze then strayed to Johnny. The cowboy returned his stare and straightened to his full height, and he was a head taller than Jerry. Without saying a word, Jerry adjusted the ball cap on his head again, threw a dollar on the counter and stalked out to his van. Thank heavens he was gone.

Once the van disappeared from view, the cowboy leaned in and said, “Now that I’m your new boyfriend and everything, maybe I’ll see you around this week. If you’d like, we can go out and have a real breakfast together.”

"Will I wake up next to you, too?"




Johnny flicked his fingers over her juicy clit and pushed his cock into the heat of her body with more force. Short strokes midway inside the tight walls of her vagina would hopefully hit a good place inside her pussy, so he concentrated on keeping his cock in the sweet spot. She reacted immediately. Her moaning intensified and her hips swayed in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Adam watched from across the room, his attention focused on Veronica’s face. He watched for her to come.

Her pussy suddenly clamped down on his thrusting dick. She tilted her head back and shrieked. The moment she slumped, Johnny pushed her forward onto the bed. Her head was almost off the edge. She braced herself on her elbows as he grabbed a fist full of her beautiful blond hair. He slammed his cock forward into her body once, twice, three times very hard searching for the nirvana of release.

“Adam,” she called as Johnny fucked her pussy harder and harder. “Come here so I can satisfy you.”

Johnny’s eyes almost rolled back in his head with pleasure. He clamped down on his need in order to watch her suck Adam’s cock. Seeing a blow job as he fucked her would be the best satisfaction yet.

Adam stood quickly and unzipped his pants. He didn’t even push them down, merely retrieved his rigid cock and shoved the head towards Veronica’s willing mouth.





His words finally seeped through. “Oh! No. I’m fine. Just stranded.”

“Let me help you out of there, and we can head back to my ranch. When the sun goes down the temperature’s really going to drop.”

He reached a gloved hand her way. She declined to take it. “I’m sorry.” She hesitated. She could see the puzzlement in his expression as the wind whipped at his parka hood. “The thing is, I’m not in the habit of going home with strangers.”

A fierce gust of wind pushed against the door, and he had to push even harder to hold it open. “I don’t think you have much of a choice, ma’am. It’s getting very cold very fast, and I can’t just leave you out here in it. The road is already closed in the direction you were heading because there was an accident. You wouldn’t have gotten much farther anyway.”

“I see.” She paused and cycled the information through her brain. Going off alone with a strange man wasn’t usually a good idea. “Is your wife there? Back at your ranch, I mean?” Don’t be married. Don’t be married.

“Uh. No. I’m not married,” he replied with a grin. “My friend Tyler is on the other snowmobile. The two of us are the only ones here.”

Stella sighed in resignation. The warm mist from her breath exited her lungs like a steam-powered train into the cold air around her. It was shatteringly freezing in her car with the door even partly open. She wouldn’t last another fifteen minutes out here alone in her vehicle.

Giving in to the rational part of this situation and accepting help, she asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dominick Hunter.” He reached out his gloved hand again. This time she took it. “I’m sure this is what everyone says, but I do promise that I won’t hurt you. I’m just trying to be a Good Samaritan. No one else in a vehicle will likely be through here until the snowstorm blows over in a couple days. And I very simply won’t leave you here all alone. Your choices are go with me to my nice, warm house or I stay with you in your soon to be bitterly chilled car.”

The wind whistled through the trees on either side of the road. She appreciated that he didn’t try to rush her when he likely wanted nothing more than to get out of the arctic weather. “Okay. You’re right. I’ll go with you. My name is Stella Gilbert. Thank you very much for helping me.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.” She saw his dimples again and a little thrill flew down her spine. Was it because she was about to abandon her car, or because her rescuer was so attractive?

“Please call me Stella.”

“Yes, ma’am, Stella it is.” He waited patiently as she gathered her purse, dug in the passenger wheel well for her useless phone, and grabbed her coat with her free hand.

The icy wind took her breath away as she stepped free of her car. She quickly donned her inadequate coat, which only barely helped warm her. Damn, it was cold out here. He motioned her to follow him, but waited to walk along side her. Out of habit, she pointed her key fob at her vehicle and pushed the button to lock her car, but didn’t see any lights or hear the familiar chirp signaling it was safely secured. She dropped her arm and pushed out a long sigh of despair. The probable death of her vehicle was a problem she’d have to save for later. She walked carefully along the road towards his snowmobile. The one time she slipped but didn’t fall, Dominick fastened his gloved hand around her elbow and steered her through the knee-deep snow.




For the moment his cock was digging into one of her ass cheeks. The idea of having him fuck her from behind sent a thrill of excitement down her spine. Maybe she could climax one more time. If she did, the fourth time would be her personal best in a single day. And more significantly, it would mark the first time she’d had multiple orgasms in a twenty-four-hour period but wasn’t all alone with a vibrator to accomplish the task.

Tyler reached a hand around and pushed his finger into her clit and rubbed. She moaned as the vibrant tendrils of arousal spun through her limbs. What a great continuation to a record-breaking day of orgasmic bliss. Skin to skin, Tyler felt great. Although he had a much different masculine scent, it was still as intriguing as Dominick’s. Tyler suddenly shifted his hand and inserted two fingers into her pussy. He pumped them in and out a few times as her pussy gushed in anticipation of what was to come.

Stella sighed when he nibbled on the back of her neck and also went back to fingering her clit. She reached behind her and gripped his cock one-handed. He groaned in her ear the moment she touched him with her bare fingers. She stroked up and down his stiff cock. Each stroke heightened her arousal. Suddenly Dominick seated himself on the bed in front of her. He helped her to her knees and then promptly captured a nipple between his lips, sucking it firmly into his mouth.

She pulled in a deep, surprised breath. There was something to be said about having four masculine hands doing everything possible to bring about a vivid orgasm. Dominick’s warm mouth teased, licked, and sucked first one nipple and then the other. Meanwhile, Tyler stroked her clit with rampant attention as his hips rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling his cock through her fingers.





Deacon and Boyd came in to the Ryder Hotel frequently to meet business clients in the hotel’s upscale restaurant. She’d heard they played the field, so to speak, but not any personal details about their abilities in the sack. Or perhaps she’d never paid attention because she hadn’t been looking for a man until recently.

The gossip talk ceased as the two women stopped in front of her. “Can you recommend a good Italian restaurant within walking distance of the hotel?” one asked. “These shoes are expensive, but obviously not made for comfort during long walks.”

Jessica plastered a smile on her face. “Absolutely.” She tore the top sheet of a map for the local area off a pad and pointed to a place three blocks down the street. She put an X on the restaurant’s spot with a red marker and handed them the paper.

The two thanked her, moved away from the desk, and stopped. Still within earshot, they resumed their discussion regarding Deacon and Boyd and what those two studs would be like in bed.

Truthfully, even though she was appalled by the women’s outré behavior, Jessica also wanted to know what Deacon and Boyd would be like in bed. Perhaps she’d make an effort to find out one day soon. The two women then discussed briefly how they would select one man over the other, deciding they’d each take a turn with both men and issue report cards at a later date. They then dissolved into a fit of childish giggling.

As if conjured from her own inappropriate thoughts, or possibly the gossipy women, Deacon and Boyd appeared together at the entrance of the hotel. Were they here for these women? Please, no. Then Jessica remembered they claimed to have jealous boyfriends. Good.

Deacon nodded once to Boyd, who nodded back and peeled off toward the bar area. Deacon continued his path toward the concierge desk. The two women lowered their voices to where Jessica almost couldn’t hear them unless she tucked her hair behind one ear and leaned in their direction.

“I told you that was the two of them in the parking lot,” one of the women said.

“Lord almighty, look at his sexy swagger and strut,” her friend returned in an awestruck whisper. “I just got a wettie watching him walk into the hotel.”




“Kiss me, Miss Troy,” Deacon whispered.

She leveled and pushed her mouth against his lips. He fingered her clit as he devoured her mouth.

Boyd resumed pushing his wide cock into her ass. It felt like a condom-covered fence post was battling its way into her body. But she didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure still outweighed the pain, and with what Deacon was doing, she was continually distracted anyway.

Once Boyd finally stopped moving, as if to give her time to get used to his telephone pole–sized cock being buried in her ass, Jessica trembled in dark, delighted pleasure.

Boyd pulled her upright and whispered in her ear, “Can you feel me, Miss Troy?”

She glanced over one shoulder with a smile in place. “I think I almost feel something. What are you doing again?”

“I love your sense of humor.” He gripped her hips and thrust his cock just a bit deeper. The dark ache of his movement popped her arousal to maximum levels.

“I love what you’re doing to me.”

Deacon slid to the floor in front of her. “I need to eat some pussy.”

He latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked and lapped up her juices.

Boyd slid his hands from her hips to her breasts and tweaked her nipples blissfully. She went from, “Wow, that’s a really big cock in my ass,” to, “Oh, God, I’m about to come,” in about five seconds flat.

Deacon took her to the very edge of climax and then suddenly stopped. Jessica slumped against Boyd when he disengaged.

“Time for me to get my cock inside your tight, virgin-like pussy.” He quickly rolled the condom in place.

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