The Lusty, Texas Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)

The Lusty, Texas Collection

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 190,156
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In Love Under Two Wildcatters, Susan Benedict believes all the real men—like the ones in her family—are gone. Enter Colt Evans and Ryder Magee, two rough and tumble wildcatters with more on their minds than just drilling a well. Can these two men convince Susan her future lies in Love Under Two Wildcatters?

In Love Under Two Honchos, Josh and Alex can't explain their instant, fiery reaction to Penelope. All they know is the more they have her, the more they want her. Penelope doesn't think the passion Josh and Alex bring out in her will last. But once she falls in love with the two honchos, can she get them to see that she's their perfect mate?

In Love Under Two Navy SEALs, Julia Benedict fled New York for Lusty, Texas, after having spent one unforgettable night making love under two navy SEALs. Dev Wakefield and Drew James are more Alpha than all the men in her family combined. How could she have fallen in love with them? They’re the wrong type of men!

A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Covington is a Siren-exclusive author.
The Lusty, Texas Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)
3 Ratings (4.7)

The Lusty, Texas Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)

The Lusty, Texas Collection

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 190,156
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She stepped out from under the overhang of her front porch so the driver of the truck could see her. She didn’t need a mirror to know what this unseen person would be seeing when she stepped into view. She’d tugged on her oldest pair of blue jeans and donned her rattiest shirt before she’d started scraping the paint off the trim. It didn’t make any sense to wear anything but rags when all she’d had on the agenda for the day was being alone with some hard, dirty work.

The truck slowed as it neared, finally coming to a screeching halt about ten feet from where she stood. Two doors swung open at the same time, and a man stepped out of each.

Susan slowly lowered her hand as she looked from one to the other of them. Tall, muscular, one with blond hair, the other with dark hair peeking out from beneath twin battered Stetsons. In a move that seemed choreographed, they each peeled dark sunglasses away from penetrating eyes and gave her the once-over, hot gazes leaving nothing unscorched.

Susan swallowed as her slit released moisture onto her panties and her nipples tightened.

The driver cocked his head to one side, his gaze zeroing in on her traitorous breasts before focusing on her eyes. “Are you the woman who’s looking for a couple of really good drillers?”

“You must be Texan.” Only Texans, in her estimation, could brag about their sexual prowess and make it sound like innocent conversation.

“Yes, ma’am, just a couple of strays from El Paso looking for a warm, willing woman to take us in.” The driver managed to say that with a straight face.

Susan could tussle with the best of them. Having four brothers meant there wasn’t much a man—or two—could toss her way that she couldn’t handle. “I don’t know. I’m seeing a lot of rust, there. I’m thinking the equipment might be past its prime, maybe doesn’t even work anymore. I’d be too afraid the intense action of nonstop drilling might prove too much and the bits might break.”

“Well, now.” The passenger spoke for the first time. Susan could see his dark eyes sparkling from where she stood. “You’ll pardon me for saying that sounded like a challenge. If you give us a chance to loosen things up a little and lube them down, we’d be pleased to give you our very best shot.”

Susan felt her female parts heat to the point of producing steam. It had been a long time since she’d engaged in this kind of heavy-duty flirting. Damned if she hadn’t missed it. She decided to push it just one little bit further. “I don’t doubt you’d be pleased, cowboy. Question is, would I be?”

“Darlin’, we absolutely guarantee complete and total satisfaction.” Being Texan, the driver had no lack of self-esteem.

“We’ll see.” Would they? Had Susan just committed herself to taking these two men for a ride when she didn’t even know their names?

They were tempting, very tempting.  Before she could get herself into any more trouble, she took one step forward and held out her hand. “Susan Benedict. Am I to assume my brothers sent you?”

“Colt Evans. This is my partner, Ryder Magee. And yes, Alex and Josh sent us.” Colt shook her hand then stood to the side.

Ryder stepped forward, accepted her hand, and completed the introductions. “Ma’am.”

“I haven’t done anything to cause my brothers to seek revenge, so I’m going to assume you’re the real deal and know how to work that thing,” Susan said, nodding toward the rusting portable drilling rig in the back of their truck.

“Don’t you worry none, we know how to handle our equipment,” Ryder said.

She snapped her gaze to him. His angelic expression was really very well done.  Beside her, Colt coughed, but she knew the sound of a cutoff laugh when she heard it.

Susan sent Ryder a considering look. “That’s what they all say.” She shook her head.

Colt stepped forward and reached out toward her hair. She stood perfectly still, her gaze locked with his as she waited to see what he would do.

“I’ve heard of painted ponies. You’re the first painted woman I’ve ever met, Ms. Benedict.” He used a delicate touch to pull a few paint flecks from her shoulder-length blond hair.

“You’re the first man to compare me to a pony, Mr. Evans. I’ll have to think some before I know how I feel about that.”

“Well, now,” Ryder stepped closer, “there are some similarities. The very best ponies are lithe and lean and just made to be ridden.”

“Once they’ve been taken in hand and tamed, of course,” Colt added.

A twenty-first century woman should be outraged at such talk. Outraged, insulted, and ready to land a couple of well-earned slaps on smug male faces.

Susan sighed as she felt her arousal climb. She guessed it was time she stopped lying to herself.

She might live in the twenty-first century, but her female parts clearly wept for an earlier time, a time of manly men who knew how to be true masters in the saddle.




Colt didn’t care that they’d just met Susan Benedict. At that moment in time, he didn’t even care that her brothers had more or less set them up with her. The only thing he cared about was getting her naked and between them as quickly as possible.

He moved down, moved in, and captured her lips with his. He meant to keep the kiss simple, a claiming and a tasting and a promise of things to come.

Come. God, the taste of her went straight to his cock. His libido soared like it hadn’t done since he’d been a randy teenager bent on laying as many sweet young things as he could talk out of their panties.

She gave herself to him, opening her mouth, sucking his tongue into hers, and then giving him her own so that he knew this instant conflagration wasn’t his alone.

He had to pull back, take a gulp of air, or he’d be inside her before she could draw her next breath. He sent Ryder a look the other man obviously had no trouble reading, for it took him mere seconds to tip Susan’s head back and lay his mouth on hers.

Colt’s fingers actually shook as he worked to lift her shirt out of his way. Her lace-covered breasts filled his hands as if they had been made for them. Her nipples hardened into tight little buds. More than anything, he wanted to suck on them, to pull them into his mouth and roll them between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and see how elongated he could make them.

Ryder raised his head and shot a one eyebrow-raised glance at Colt.

Colt nodded, and together, they quickly skimmed Susan’s clothes off her. “We’ll slow down, honey,” he promised. “Just as soon as we’ve each had you.”

Susan licked her lips and then proved she wanted what they wanted. “Please hurry!”

Her lips glistened red and wet, her breasts beckoned, plump with pretty pink nipples that had hardened into granite peaks. Her tiny waist flared into lusciously feminine hips. A sparkle at the side of her navel snagged his attention. He reached out and, with one finger, stroked the round little diamond-studded ornament she wore there.

“Sexy,” he said, confident she knew he meant the entire package.

Susan stood between them, naked and practically vibrating, and Ryder’s hands were doing a good job keeping her fires lit. Colt reached into his back pocket, yanked out his wallet, and plucked out one of the condoms he’d put there just that morning. Then he dropped his jeans and skivvies, sat on the nearest chair, and reached for Susan.

Spreading his knees, he pulled her close between them. The fingers of his left hand reached up and combed through her silky blond hair, his nails scraping her scalp gently as he brought her to his mouth. Her taste quenched a thirst too long unsatisfied, and he used his tongue to drink and drink. With his right hand, he stroked her slit and then slid a finger into her, testing her moisture.

“You’re wet and tight, baby doll.” Colt’s words came out a little rougher than he’d intended. Something about the soft, hot woman under his hands seemed to bring out the primitive in him. He leaned forward and captured her right nipple between his lips. First his tongue and then his teeth teased that pebbled point until his fingers felt more of her juices trickling onto his fingers. He let her go with a wet plop and nuzzled the valley between her breasts. “How long has it been since you’ve had cock?”

She’d closed her eyes and begun to ride his fingers as they moved in and out of her. The clasp of her tunnel and the lush swelling of her pussy worked together to bring him to the very edge of ejaculation. With his question, her eyes opened, her lips pouted. She looked down at his engorged cock. She licked her lips and reached toward it. “It’s been so long. Please, I want to taste you.”

“You will. But first…” His hand left her head and took up the condom. He used his teeth to tear into the foil and, with one hand, was able to roll the protection into place. He raised his gaze and noticed Ryder had dropped his clothes, rolled on his own condom.

His friend pressed himself against Susan’s back then placed his hands on her waist.

“Up you go,” Ryder said.

“Impale yourself on me, baby doll.” Colt inhaled sharply because the scent of her juices reached him now, making him even hotter. “Give me your hot little cunt.”

“First you’re going to ride Colt, then I’m going to ride you.” Ryder’s voice, husky, strained, told Colt he was sorely triggered, too.

“You’re ours, Susie Q. From this moment on. Now fuck me.” The silk of her thighs slid against his, and the heat of her pussy teased, making his cock twitch in anticipation. Then he groaned in pure pleasure when the hot, tight sheath of her cunt slowly swallowed his cock.





Penelope had studied environmental sciences, not just as a career choice, but as a passion. She had come to believe, with all her heart, that it was possible to marry economic and environmental goals. She’d never bought into the theory that all progress and business was bad for the environment, nor that all things good for the environment were bad for business. She did believe changes needed to be made. But for entrepreneurs who were concerned about the Earth, she knew there were moneymaking green technologies out there, waiting to be discovered, developed, or invested in.

The sound of steps approaching had her turning around. My goodness, she looks like Sarah Benedict! Of course, Penelope knew it couldn’t be Sarah. In fact, now that her brain decided to join her, she had a suspicion she knew who the pretty young woman smiling at her was.

“Ms. Primrose? Hi, I’m Susan Benedict.”

“Just Penelope, please. You look like your ancestor.”

Susan’s smile grew wider. “I know. I think it’s kind of cool, myself. If you’re ready, Grandmother asked that you join us, now.”


Penelope followed the young woman, not at all pleased that those butterflies that had mostly calmed had taken flight once more.

Susan Benedict waited beside the door and gestured her forward. Penelope inhaled deeply and entered the conference room.

Good heavens, there certainly were a lot of them! Penelope estimated that there had to be a good twenty people in the room, seated around the tables that had been set in a quadrangle. Her eyes fastened on the one person she knew and felt fairly comfortable with, Grandma Kate. She knew she was smiling because her face was beginning to feel stiff.

Since the two gentlemen on either side of Kate Benedict seemed to be regarding her with great attentiveness, she nodded to them. Likely the oil executives. In the few seconds that had lapsed since she’d entered the room, her mind chose the opportunity to ask a question she probably should have asked before now.

With all the rich details of the stories Grandma Kate had told her, why had she been so laconic about the family members in charge of Benedict Oil and Minerals?

“There you are, Penelope,” Grandma Kate said. The elderly woman got up from her seat at the far end of the table and came toward her. “Thank you so much for waiting. Everyone, this is the environmental consultant you’ve all just voted to hire.”

Grandma Kate reached her and put a comforting hand on her back. “Penelope, this motley crew is some of my family. I’m sure you’ll meet them all and be thoroughly confused later, at dinner. But for now, I’d like to introduce you to the men you’ll be working most closely with. Gentlemen?”

Chairs scraped the floor as two men, one sitting on each side of the room, stood.

“Penelope, this is Joshua and Alexander Benedict, two of my grandsons, and the current head honchos of Benedict Oil and Minerals.”

Oh, dear. It wasn’t the older men who had risen their feet, but two younger ones whose faces she hadn’t seen when she entered as they’d been sitting, heads down, and writing.  Her eyes fastened on two of the most handsome, well-built, yummy-looking men she had ever seen in her life. But that wasn’t what had her heart pounding and those butterflies doing somersaults.

It was the sudden realization that there, standing before her, were the very images of the wispy, ethereal lovers who had haunted her dreams for the past six years.




Josh kissed her, his fingers moving to touch all of her at once, a single long caress from ass to breasts to pussy—my God, the heat of her—and then back to her ass to pull her close and rub her against his randy cock. He didn’t stop to think about anything, not the speed with which this was happening, or the lack of planning, hell, the lack of everything. One millisecond of reason surfaced, shouted condoms!, then disappeared when Josh remembered whose house—whose bed—they were about to hit.

In his sister’s house, there should not only be condoms in the bedside table, but likely all over the damn house. He gave Penelope back to Alex and turned to open the door.

“Clothes,” Penelope said before Alex reclaimed her mouth.

Josh couldn’t help himself. Once they were inside the house, he pressed his front against her back. She was still sucking face with Alex, so Josh ran his hand, his shaking hand, up and down her back.

“We’ll get your bag inside in the morning, sweetheart. You won’t need any more clothes until then,” he said.

Penelope pulled her mouth away from Alex’s, rubbed her cheek against the hand Josh had laid on her shoulder, and said, “This is crazy! Insane! What the hell are we doing?”

“We’re feasting on you, Penelope, and very shortly we’ll be fucking you. If you don’t want this, say so now. Do we go upstairs and get naked? Yes or no?”

Two seconds felt like two hundred as Penelope blinked, owl-like, and looked from him to his brother.

“Yes.” And then, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, I’m so horny. I’ve never been so horny. You’ve cast a spell on me, the two of you. Hurry.”

“Hang on, baby, we’ll take care of you,” Joshua said. He spun Penelope around and scooped her into his arms. The sound of his pounding heart competed with the sound of his and his brother’s pounding footsteps as they ran up the stairs.

And then they were in the bedroom, the beautifully renovated master bedroom complete with a Benedict-sized bed and—please, God—a condom-bearing nightstand.

Joshua set Penelope down, then cradled her face in his hands. “You’re so damn tasty. I can’t seem to get enough of you. And you’re not the only one who’s horny. I just hope we can hold off long enough to pleasure you.” He needed to sip her again. His mouth covered hers, his tongue voracious now, and as he pulled her into his arms, his hard cock nestled low on her belly. Her hips surged into his, telling him she burned as hotly as he did.

He felt Alex close, understood his brother was touching her, petting her, rubbing his own engorged cock against her hip. Never had the two of them been so instantly and completely captivated by a woman before, and never had it felt soright.

 Joshua stepped back, handed Penelope over to Alex, and went in search of those condoms. He hit the jackpot in the first drawer he opened, spying the condoms and much, much more. My God, everything we could ever ask for is in here.

“Let me.” Alex’s voice drew his attention. “I’ve been fantasizing,” his brother said as he reached up and began to draw the pins from Penelope’s hair.

Miles of black, luminous locks tumbled free, cascading down to hang just at the middle of her sweet, sweet ass.

“Jesus.” Alex’s one word, reverent, as he gently combed his fingers through her hair, echoed Josh’s sentiment, exactly.

“My God.” Like a man mesmerized, Josh tossed the condoms onto the table and went to her.

He cupped her face, turned her to him, and kissed her again at the same time his brother started liberating her from her clothes.

Josh’s hands shook anew as he helped undress her, as her body emerged, impossibly creamy flesh, soft and smooth and hot, drugging in its allure. Her breasts, full, pink-tipped, begged his hands to cup and caress them. Her waist dipped sensuously, womanly curves flaring to hips that would cradle him and a wonderfully bare pussy calling his name.

“Please.” The anxiety in her plea damn near brought him to his knees.

This burning need, this spell, had not stricken them alone, had not only captured him and his brother. Theirs weren’t the only trembles of need, or the only moans as hands explored naked, needy skin.

A man possessed, Joshua yanked off his clothes, discarded the coverings of society so he could press his flesh to hers, unsurprised to see his brother of the same mind.

They moved as one, and touched her, and kissed her, and brought her down to the bed.





“Are we done talking for now, baby doll?” Dev’s voice dipped, and something about that particular tone sent shivers trembling through her body.

Her mouth had gone dry, and the words she might have said refused to form. She licked her lips and nodded once.

“Good. We have only one more question for you.” Drew lowered his arms and took two steps away from the counter.

God, I can feel them both from here. Every little part of her body that was female began doing a happy dance.

Civilized? No, humans weren’t all that civilized, Julia realized as her body had begun to prepare itself to receive her mates. We’re still, at the very base of everything, feral beings.

Just as she sensed the heat and the promise in them, they surely must have sensed her hormonal changes. Drew’s erection pressed against his pants. Dev’s sharp inhalation told her he, too, was ready.

A fine trembling began inside her, and her voice shook when she said, “Ask your question.”

“What time do you need the alarm set for in the morning?”

Julia looked from one to the other of them. She didn’t think any of them would be able to hold out much longer. They seared her with their gazes, and her body burned to cradle them once more.

“Eight. That’s early enough for me to call in and cancel my one meeting for the day.”

Drew shifted slightly and nodded, but it was Dev who moved. He stood and reached for her, lifting her out of the chair before he was completely on his feet.

“Next time we’ll show a little more finesse,” he promised.

Julia couldn’t see the sense in not being honest. She wanted these Navy SEALs. She’d never stopped wanting them. She wrapped her arms around Dev’s neck, confident he wouldn’t drop her. “Screw finesse,” she said. “Just hurry.”

How strong he is to be able to take the stairs two at a time with me in his arms? Dev strode down the short hall then turned to the left, entered a room, and then stopped.

He eased her back just enough that he could kiss her, a hot, wet, totally carnal kiss. His tongue dominated hers, hard, deep strokes and Julia felt as if she was being devoured, one lick at a time.

Drew ran his hands over her bottom and then, as Dev had done earlier, made very quick work of stripping off her skirt. But he didn’t stop there, and in just a few more seconds she was naked from the waist down.

Julia wasted no time winding her legs around Dev.

“Baby doll?” Dev had taken his mouth off hers to string kisses across her face, down her throat. “Julia?”

She blinked, realizing he’d called her name twice. Well, sort of.

“Hmm?” She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to get down to the very serious business of having and being had by these two men. He’d stopped kissing her, so she set about tasting him, his face and neck, anywhere she could reach. Her lips kissed, her tongue lapped.

“When we come up for air, remind us to show you our doctor’s letters, okay?”

“Doctor’s letters?” She leaned back and met his gaze, wondering what in hell he was talking about.

Then he stroked her, back and forth over her slit, and she moaned, her eyes closing in pure pleasure. He kept moving the back of his hand, and she understood he was petting her and untying the drawstring on his track pants at the same time.

Now that’s what I call efficient.

She heard his pants hit the floor, a soft whoosh of sound. His cock sprang free, hot and hard and naked against her slit. Julia couldn’t help herself. She pushed herself against him, tiny little seeking motions until his cock nestled between the lips of her pussy.

He stepped forward, leaned forward, and laid her on the bed, coming down on top of her.

“Yeah, letters. We were coming for you, and only you. There will be no other woman for either of us, not ever. So we had ourselves tested. And, baby doll? We both passed.”

Julia gasped as he plunged into her, one solid thrust that buried his cock in her to the hilt. Dev held himself inside her, flexing his cock, his gaze locked on hers. Then he slowly pulled out, and thrust into her again.

“Oh, God.” She’d never had a man naked inside her before, would never have believed how different it felt. The friction of his flesh moving in hers shot her arousal high, and when he picked up the pace, when he flexed again, she returned the favor, clenching her inner muscles as if performing her daily Kegel exercises.

“Fuck, Julia. That felt good. Do it again.”

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