[Siren Menage Everlasting: Cowboy Menage a Trois Romance: M/F/M, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
HER TEXAS BILLIONAIRE OIL MEN: Rugged Texas oilmen Jake McKenna and Brody Quinn, decide to take a well-deserved vacation. There’s plenty of good hunting around their Montana ranch to keep them occupied. Things heat up when they decide to hunt their beautiful personal assistant, Taylor Matthews, instead. Can she resist their sexual advances, and will she really want to?
SADIE'S TEXAS COWBOY SAVIORS: After losing her memory, all that connects twenty-five-year-old Sadie Myers to her past is an old photograph of herself. Will hunky Texas cowboy brothers Matt and Joe Connors be able to help her? Can she face her troubled past, or will it only serve to spoil her future?
HER LONG HOT SURRENDER: The unrelenting Texas heat wave is not the only reason why Madi Allen’s temperature is soaring. The Hayes brothers who run the ranch next door are hotter than July! At a crossroads in her life, should she enjoy all Gabe and Tyler have to offer, or return to Washington, bitter and unhappy?
Kayla Knight is a Siren-exclusive author.
Jake whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck your lovely cunt over this pool table right now. You’re going to yield to me because I know that’s exactly what turns you on.”
His words ignited a flame deep inside her. Her stomach tensed as a delicious wanton feeling seared into her pussy. In all her life, she had never felt so sexy. The fact that Jake was making a pass right in front of his business partner turned her on even more. Just how this would all play out, she had no idea, but it excited the hell out of her.
She stood, transfixed, unable to move an inch. Like an animal caught in a trap, she awaited her fate, helpless to resist.
Jake pushed her against the pool table. His hard cock pressed against the back of her dress. She tried to convince herself that everything would be just fine. Breathe, Taylor, breathe.
She braced her hands on the table, flexing her fingers as his heat enveloped her.
“Go with the flow,” he whispered again in her ear. His one hand moved to circle her waist, his other hand caressed the nape of her neck with soft strokes of his fingers.
His cool lips trailed over her neck. She closed her eyes. At that precise moment, he owned her. She was his to do with as he pleased. Every last vestige of fight had been drained from her. His hands smoothed down her curves to the hem of her dress, and he roughly lifted it, exposing her ass and the tiny G-string that barely covered it, until it was rucked up around her waist. He threaded his fingers inside the lacy strip of material. The intimate touch of flesh on flesh sent a bolt of electricity surging through her veins.
“Mmm, Taylor, this is so sexy.” Without a second thought, he yanked the flimsy lace from her body, ripping it in two. The G-string tore noisily in the quiet of the cabin.
“Jake.” She gasped as her underwear fell to the floor ruined.
“Darlin’, I’ll buy you some new ones.”
Pinned in place, she felt the zipper of her dress being drawn down. The type of dress meant she didn’t wear a bra. Any moment now and she would be completely exposed in front of two men, but she didn’t care. Jake’s persuasive nature meant she couldn’t resist.
The decadent aroma of the finest Havana tobacco drifted to her nostrils. In her mind, it conjured up their power and potent masculinity. It perfectly described the kind of men Jake and Brody were.
Her dress was peeled from her shoulders and pulled down around her waist, trapping her forearms in the garment. Her full breasts bounced free. She stared into Brody’s eyes. His pupils were wide and dilated with desire.
“Isn’t she perfect?” Jake murmured to Brody as he pressed her hard against the table.
Brody sat on the opposite side of the pool table, looking relaxed. He puffed on his cigar. His eyes were narrowed and concentrated on her. “Great breasts and definitely childbearing hips.” A clear reference to their conversation at dinner.
“Mmm, that reminds me. Hold this, Taylor.” A wrapped condom was thrust into her hand.
With her heart beating ever faster, she stared into Brody’s eyes. A sexy smile slanted his lips as he drew once more on his cigar. He blew the smoke upward, still focused on her. Their connection felt tenfold. She wanted Brody as much as she wanted Jake. She knew they were working in tandem when Brody raised his gaze. He must have looked at Jake because almost immediately, Jake’s strong hands covered her breasts. His fingers and thumbs squeezed together, trapping her nipples exquisitely between them until she arched back against Jake’s chest. He’d removed his shirt, and the contact with his skin burning into hers, hard and masculine, assaulted her senses.
With one hand, Jake smoothed a path to her waist and down to her butt. His fingers molded over her ass and into the cleft.
“As ripe and smooth as a peach, Brody.” He pushed her legs wider, spreading them with his own. Barely able to move, Taylor braced her hands against the side of the pool table. When Jake pushed his hand between her legs, she moaned out loud as two fingers penetrated her pussy. This felt so forbidden and erotic. Two men intent on her pleasure and their own. “Goddamn. As juicy as a peach, too. Now I know you’re turned on by this, little darlin’, big time.”
Brody stared at her body. How she wanted him to touch her, too. His gaze adored her breasts, which heaved with her increased breathing. Jake’s one hand caressed her breasts, massaging them, teasing her nipples. His other hand finger-fucked her pussy. A tight coil of desire began to pulsate low in her stomach. Building, building, ready to explode.
When Brody’s gaze moved down her body, she held her breath and gasped as Jake circled her clit with his fingers. It was clear they were working as a team. They could read each other’s thoughts and desires perfectly. The combination of Jake’s teasing fingers filling her cunt and their gentle, soft strokes against her clitoris sent her into ecstasy. Her stomach muscles contracted, and she moaned, almost whimpering, as the most raw and potent orgasm spasmed through her body.
When it had finally subsided, she could barely stand. Jake took the foil-wrapped condom from her hand. As she fought for breath, he spoke behind her. “I sure enjoyed your purrs, little darlin’. They’re a real turn-on.”
She heard the unmistakable noise of a zipper and then the sound of a foil packet being ripped open. All the time, Brody watched. His one hand holding the cigar. His eyes connected with hers, holding her captive with his gaze.
“Brace yourself,” said the voice from behind her.