Wives for the Western Billionaires, Volume 1 (MF)

Wives for the Western Billionaires 1

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 210,661
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In The Billionaire Cowboy Takes a Wife, Samantha Riley’s grandfather gives her an ultimatum: marry or lose her inheritance. So, she strategically decides to marry her neighbor and long-time friend Jackson Stone. But when she has second thoughts, Jackson won’t let her cancel their arrangement. While in Houston, Texas to choose a ring, Samantha realizes she doesn’t know this tantalizing Jackson, especially when a strong desire sparks between the two of them. But in spite of the temptation, she is determined to make their marriage nothing more than a business arrangement. Jackson doesn’t agree. Samantha might be strong willed and stubborn, but in him she’s met her match. Will love or logic win out in the end?

In The Billionaire Rancher Buys a Wife, Drake Terrell wins a bid to date Janice Dedrick. He expects a fun fling, but she refuses him and ends their date early. Drake then realizes she means more to him than he realized and decides to pursue her seriously. Janice doubts his sincerity. She gives him an ultimatum: change his career, buy a ranch, and agree to have children, and she’ll consider him. She’s bluffing of course. She doesn’t think he’d actually agree. Meanwhile, she begins receiving threatening calls, and “accidents” begin to endanger her and Drake. Drake calls his brother to help him find the person responsible, but as the passion between Janice and Drake heats up, so does the stalker’s determination. Can Drake win Janice’s heart…and save her life?

In The Billionaire Maverick Bargains for a Wife, Angie McElvaine is reclaiming her life. She has a four step plan, and she’s already completed three of those steps. It’s the last one that’s giving her trouble. Brent Terrell arrives in Saddle Creek to see his brother, Drake. Angie considers him to be her step four: a temporary husband. He was only here for a visit after all. But choosing him ends up being dangerous. Angie’s body instantly responds to him. Can she really have his baby, watch him walk away, and come out unscathed? She doubted it. Besides, he’d never agree to it anyway. Right?

In The Billionaire Cattleman Wins a Wife, Lily Yannell is temporarily staying at the Terrell ranch. While there, her attraction—both physical and emotional—to Ty increases exponentially. But Ty Terrell doesn’t seem to reciprocate the feelings. He’s still grieving the loss of his wife and unborn son during childbirth, and he rejects the emotions Lily begins to stir in him. He doesn’t understand how she frustrates and confuses him so. Lily believes Ty doesn’t like her, so when she receives an anonymous and chilling phone call, she doesn’t tell him how scared she is. But when Lily disappears, Ty is shocked to realize how much she means to him. Can he manage to get Lily back and finally let her into his heart?

In A Fling with the Billionaire Cowboy, Dirk Brodie met Chelsea Pearce overseas. He proposed to her, but she refused. Still, they haven’t forgotten about each other. Now, Chelsea is in danger. Dirk manages to rescue her, but she’s emotionally and physically drained, so Dirk must fight his desires as he helps her heal. He takes her to his ranch to recover, and eventually they have a fling. But Dirk loves her already and tries to convince her she’d enjoy being a cowboy’s wife. Chelsea grew up on a farm and doesn’t have good memories. Still, she is starting to love the ranch life…and Dirk. Then, her boss offers Chelsea her dream job. She goes to New York to check it out, and Dirk is certain she’ll never return. Is their love strong enough for her to choose marriage over a career? Or will she be unable to say no to the bright city lights?


A Siren Erotic Romance
Paige Cameron is a Siren-exclusive author.
Wives for the Western Billionaires, Volume 1 (MF)
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Wives for the Western Billionaires, Volume 1 (MF)

Wives for the Western Billionaires 1

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Word Count: 210,661
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She could not lose the ranch. The ranch had been the one constant in her life. She had lost too much of her family to death. She couldn’t control the circumstances that took them from her. But the land and the work she’d been sure she’d have forever. She had studied agriculture, and after getting her degree, she’d come home expecting to stay. In her mind, whoever married her would want to live on the ranch and help her.

Well, maybe her dreams had been a little unrealistic. That’s why she’d thought of Jackson this morning. He had other businesses, but since his parents sold him the ranch, retired, and went traveling, Jackson had come home more often. Married, she’d be a help by being here all the time and taking care of both places.

He’ll want a real marriage.The thought of Jackson and her in bed sent heat rushing through her veins. His six-foot-three-inch frame was lean and hard. Add golden brown hair, eyes the color of the summer sky, a dimple in his left cheek, and a girl could melt into a puddle at his feet. He exuded raw masculinity. Before today, she’d never allowed herself to consider him in a romantic way. She wasn’t sure why.

She hated to admit it, but he was stronger than her, and not just physically. Her demands and arguments had always rolled off his broad shoulders. She’d been the one to apologize because she didn’t want to lose his friendship. Being married to him, she might lose herself. It was too much of a risk.

She’d explain tonight that she’d been overly emotional and sprouted off without thinking. He didn’t want to marry her, not really. He hadn’t even accepted her offer yet. She had nothing to worry about. They’d both laugh about her silly proposal and settle back into their comfortable friendship.




She had a fleeting thought to protest, but he hadn’t left her the energy to move, much less say anything but moan in pleasure. When his strong hands caressed her buttocks, fluid seeped out of her pussy and fire licked along every nerve in her body. She started to move around.

“Stay still. I’m not through yet, my love. I’m just getting started.”

Jackson slid further down and massaged each thigh and leg before continuing to her feet. His fingers slid lotion over her toes and instep. When he rubbed her feet, any lingering tension flowed away. He left her feet and did a quick rub up her body until he wrapped his body around her.

“I’m going to turn you and continue on your front,” he whispered in her ear then nibbled on her earlobe.

Low inside, an ache began to build. She gave no resistance as he moved off of her and rolled her to face him. His hunger made his face look drawn. His lowered eyelids hid their expression. A cool breeze rippled across her skin, causing her to shiver.

He straddled her again, wiped the lotion from his hands, and began to massage her scalp. “I love your hair. When it’s dry, the strands flow through my fingers like silk.”

Lowering his head, he kissed her cheeks, the corners of her mouth, and sucked on her lower lip. His hands moved to her neck and shoulders, caressing her while his tongue tasted and teased her mouth.

Continuing his exploration, he nuzzled her neck. “I can feel your pulse beating against my lips. You smell like flowers and taste like the sweetest nectar.” His husky voice made her ache.

He had her almost breathless as his body and hands circled her, becoming an extension of herself. His teasing tongue tasted her belly button and licked her skin to her pussy lips. She raised her hips to meet him, but he surprised her by changing positions and pouring cool lotion on her feet to restart his massage.

Her whole body throbbed and hungered for him. She wanted him inside her. She moaned, twisting around.

His deep chuckle only aroused her more. “Be still. I’m not done.”

Heat flowed upwards from her feet to touch every overly sensitized inch of her body. He kissed each toe and her instep, taking what seemed like forever. It was heavenly, and yet she wanted, needed, more.

Finally, he began to kiss her ankle, lower leg, and then he rubbed more lotion on her thighs and began to massage her, especially along the inner thigh.





“Going for one thousand dollars,” the emcee said.

“Five thousand.”

There, he’d been pushed to his limit, but that ought to shut up the tall, dark man to his right. Who was he? He’d find out and make him rue the day he dared to try and win Janice, his Janice.

Both voices sounded familiar. One more so than the other. Janice was almost certain the higher bidder was Drake Terrell. But the other, she couldn’t quite place.

“Ten thousand,” said the man she suspected was Drake. His firm, decisive tone was meant to discourage the other bidder.

“We have ten thousand dollars bid by the gentleman standing to my left,” the emcee spoke, shock evident in his voice. “Going once, twice, and you have bought a dinner date with our delightful Janice Dedrick.”

Janice practically ran off the stage. Her face was hot and must look as red as a lobster. The other women crowded around, congratulating her on earning so much money for the hospital. But all Janice saw was Drake’s mocking smile the last time they’d met, and his words echoed in her head.

“I’m a determined man,” he’d said. “Someday, some way, you’ll give in and go on a real date with me. Those foursomes with our best friends don’t count.” Then he’d bent low and whispered, “I want you all to myself.”

She had no doubt Drake had bid that ridiculous sum of money. She’d avoided him as much as possible this past year. Ever since she’d met him at her best friend, Samantha, and his best friend, Jackson’s, home. She wasn’t certain why she didn’t want to date him. The man was handsome and rich, but he had a reputation for being a playboy, the last kind of man she needed to fall for. Perhaps her avoidance was a natural defense mechanism.

His determination had won out. She was obligated to let him take her on a dinner date. Still, ten thousand dollars seemed like an exorbitant amount, even for him.

She wondered who the other man was that bid for her. She’d probably never know.

Janice changed into comfortable jeans and a sweater, excused herself, and hurried out the side exit. She’d parked her car two rows over. As soon as she got close, she saw Drake leaning negligently against her car door. He didn’t move aside. Just gave her that lazy smile that always kicked her heartbeat up a notch.

“I decided seeing you tonight and arranging our date in person was preferable to the telephone.” He glanced around the dark parking lot. “You shouldn’t walk to your car alone.”

“I know. Tall, dangerous men might be waiting in the shadows.”

He ducked his head toward her. “You think I’m dangerous?”

“I’m certain you could be.”




She didn’t stop what she was doing. Her mouth licked his cock, sucked on him, and gently caressed his balls. Hot pleasure rolled in waves from his feet to head. She ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock and licked the drop of liquid from the tip. Her tongue slid along the underside, leaving a trail of fire behind her.

He gently pulled her up and moved her back until her legs met the bed. She sat and scooted to the middle. His breath caught at the picture she made lying against her gold bedspread. Her fiery hair glistened, and her porcelain skin took on a golden hue.

“You are magnificent.” Drake crawled onto the bed and spread her legs apart. He bent and nuzzled the hair between her legs. With his fingers, he gently separated the wet, pink folds of her pussy and ran his tongue across her clit.

“Sweet-smelling, and sweet-tasting.” He tasted and nibbled along her lower lips. Heat swept along his nerve endings and his cock hardened even more.





“You’re sure about this?” Doris asked for about the tenth time since Angie had talked with her.

“Very sure. Cut it shoulder length.”

Doris brushed Angie’s hair out. It fell to her waist. “This is so beautiful.” Doris moved the brush slowly through the strands, obviously stalling for time.

“I’m not going to change my mind, Doris. I want a totally new look, a new me.”

“There’s not a thing wrong with the old you. But all right, if you say so.”


* * * *


“I’m surprised Mom let you out of her sight,” Drake Terrell said to his brother, Brent.

“She didn’t want to, but I insisted. I was going stir-crazy sitting around. She wouldn’t let me do a thing.”

“You believe you’re able to help around the ranch? If you have a relapse, Mom will have my hide.”

“Damn, it’s been four months. The doctor said the bullet missed everything vital. The only problem was the blood I lost, and I got the doctor’s approval to travel and do some work.” He glanced around as they drove through Saddle Creek on their way to Drake’s ranch.

“The town is growing.”

“Yep, it pleases Janice that we got a new library. Are you hungry? I told Janice not to worry about fixing anything until supper. The kids keep her busy.”

“Sure, I could eat.” He shook his head. “I still have trouble picturing you with a wife, a son, and daughter.”

Drake parked his truck several doors away from the restaurant. “Wait until you see them. Lacy is a little over three, and little Joe is six months old.”

Brent swung out of the truck. “Dad is tickled that he has a namesake.” He took a deep breath of the air. As much as he loved his mother, she’d coddled him a little too much since he got shot during his last job. It was good to be on his own. Strolling along beside Drake, he felt relaxed. The shop’s name caught his eye.

“The Cut and Curl,” he spoke out loud. He stopped and Drake stood beside him. They both glanced inside.

Brent caught his breath. A woman sat in a chair opposite the window. The beautician was combing her hair. It fell to the bottom of the chair where she sat. The light blonde color flashed with gold as the brush slid through the long strands. He’d never seen anything as beautiful.




“You taste like pure sugar and smell like lilacs. A man could get drunk on you.”

Her whole body began to tremble. “I’m going to fall.”

“I won’t ever let you fall, darlin’.” He put his arm around her buttocks and one further up her back and laid her on the blanket. Again he spread her legs wide. “Beautiful.” His teeth scraped across her engorged clit and he put two fingers in her pussy. He moved them in and out as he licked and nibbled at her most sensitive spot. She was going to explode.

He moved his cock to her opening and plunged in. Her pussy clamped tight around him and milked his cock as the tremors raced across her body. She bucked against him, pulling him in deeper, demanding more.


* * * *


Brent pounded into her, taking all she could give. His last plunge sent him rocketing into space. In the distance, he heard her yell his name. For what seemed minutes afterward, his cock pulsed and her pussy trembled against him, continuing his orgasm far longer than he’d ever experienced before. He could hardly breathe and felt lightheaded. Rolling to the side, his breath rasped out of his lungs. He glanced toward Angie. She lay, breathing heavy, her body totally relaxed and open, arms and legs flung wide. Her lush breasts rose with each breath, and moisture glistened on the pale hair between her legs.

Forcing himself to move, he rose, leaned down, and picked her up. He started toward the lake.

“What are you doing? Stop, that water is going to be cold.”

“Just what we need. My unruly cock is already hardening wanting you again, and if I made love to you right now it’d stop my heart. I haven’t recovered yet.” He plunged into the coldness and laughed when she hollered and hit his shoulder.

“You must like cold water. Every time we make love I end up freezing.”

“Hot and cold. You’ll survive.” He kissed her mouth and then threw her further into the lake.

She came up sputtering and heading in his direction. Her hand sent water splashing at him. She was a water goddess in the moonlight. Her hair was a silver cape around her head and shoulders, her skin glowed, and her luscious breasts had diamond drops of water glistening on her satin skin.

His mind and heart pounded mine, mine.





“Why don’t you like me?”

He looked in her direction for a second. “I don’t dislike you. I really don’t know you.”

“You’ve stayed away from the house. I don’t think you want to become better acquainted.”

“I’m busy, especially in the winter. I can’t take time to socialize and leave all the work to my cousin, Dirk.”

She’d met Dirk a couple of times. He was a quiet man, but unlike Ty, he smiled easily and had a much more relaxed manner about him.

Ty stopped the truck in front of the house and started to get out.

Lily reached for his arm, stopping him. “Please, stay where you are. I can manage on my own.” She opened her door. “Would you come for dinner tonight? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

He frowned. A muscle in his cheek pulsed. She waited for his answer.

“This once, I’ll join you. But don’t expect me every night.”

“Of course not. You’re a very busy man.” She smiled and walked toward the house. The biting cold nipped at her cheeks, but it wasn’t any more frosty than the stare she felt at her back. He didn’t drive away until she’d gone in and shut the door.

Her hands trembled as she fastened the lock, but not from the cold. She hated the effect he had on her body. With one glance he made her aware of herself as a woman. Her nipples tightened, and desire coiled in her abdomen. She didn’t want to be attracted to him. Her mind and body were not in sync.

She had enough problems with her father. His impending trial hung over her head like a black cloud. The last thing she needed in her life was a stubborn, irritable, handsome, enticing man filled with grief to appoint himself her caretaker.

She’d set down some ground rules this evening and hopefully get him to agree to let her do some work for the corporation. After all, she had a graduate degree in accounting. She’d seen his cluttered desk and suspected his financial papers might be in the same condition. Taking over the paperwork and accounting would keep her busy. And in a way, it would pay back the Terrell’s for giving her a safe haven to hide in until after her father’s judicial proceedings were all over.

Lily went into the kitchen and surveyed the refrigerator and pantry. She’d better get started on dinner and make it a good one. If the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, maybe she could soften Ty Terrell up enough for him to agree with her plan.




“Wait.” He wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her up. “I want to come this first time in you.” He curled his finger in her panties and yanked them down. “Step out of them.”

He sank on the bed and pulled his boots and jeans off. Then he faced her.

He was beautiful, all taut muscles, tan skin, long legs. His masculine scent enticed her to touch and taste him. His eyes had darkened to almost black. A pulse beat in his cheek, his mouth held firm, his jaw clenched.

“I want you so bad. I’m going to explode if I don’t bury myself inside you soon.” He picked up his jeans and took a condom package out of his pocket.

Lily eyed the condom and him. “You are always prepared?”

His gaze connected with hers. “Always. There are two things I don’t intend to ever do again. One, marry, and two, have a child. You need to know all I can offer is a fling while you’re here.”

She licked her dry lips and saw the light flash in his dark eyes. “When I leave, that’s it?”

“Correct.” He held his gaze steady and took a deep breath. “If you can’t accept those terms, we need to stop now.”

“Can you stop?” She moved against him and took hold of his rigid cock. Her finger ran around the edge of the crown. She watched his expression and saw him close his eyes briefly. He swallowed.

“I have to stop if you can’t deal with what I’m offering.”





The newscaster talked about the men lost and the ones missing. He described Chelsea as a good, tough reporter who was respected by the men.

Dirk flipped his cell open and called Ty. “Hi, hope I didn’t wake you.”

“What, you think I’m going soft?” Ty teased. “It takes a strong man to keep up with a tiny baby during the night.”

“And you love it.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Look, I know this isn’t the best time for me to ask to take a leave, but I have a private emergency I need to see about.”

“No, that’s fine. You covered double time when I needed it. Any idea how long you’ll be gone, and is there anything I can do to help?”

“I have no idea how much time I’ll need. I’d like Brent’s phone number. I need to ask him a favor.”

“Sure.” Ty rattled off the number. “Keep in touch, if you can.” He hesitated. “And come back safe and sound.”

“I didn’t say it was dangerous.”

“You didn’t have to. You asked for Brent.”

“Thanks, Ty. Take care of the family, and if by chance I don’t get back”—his throat tightened for a second—“my will is in my safe here at the house.”

“Damn, more dangerous than I thought. Sure you want to do this?”


Dirk hung up and called Brent. His wife, Angie, answered.

“How are you, Dirk?”

“Pretty good. I’d like to ask Brent a question. Is he nearby?”

“He couldn’t wait to get out to the barn this morning. He has a new stallion he’s training. But he always carries his cell phone in case I need him.” She gave him the number. “Feel free to call him. He won’t mind.”

“Thanks, Angie.” He hung up and quickly dialed the number. The minutes were ticking by. He was restless to get on his way. Fear for Chelsea stirred inside him.

“Brent here.”

“Brent, it’s Dirk.”

“How are you? This is early for you to be calling. Are Ty, Lily, and the baby all right?”

“Everyone is fine. But I need some information.” He told Brent all he knew from the paper and television.

“I gather this lady is important to you.”

“We were friends when I worked overseas.”




“I know. I want you, too. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be the way you’d like me to be.”

“I understand why you distrust men. I’ll show you, you can trust me. We can have a different kind of life than your mother and father.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

“All right. I won’t either. We’ll do it your way. No strings attached. Agreed?”


He guided her to the bathroom and turned on the warm water in the shower. Then he pulled her gown off. He kissed the top of her head and breathed in her sweet scent.

“You need to relax. We’ll start here.” He lifted her and stepped in. The water cascaded over them. Dirk let her body slide down along his. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and then her full, rosy lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue invaded the soft interior. Their tongues moved around each other, tempting, touching, caressing. Her lush breasts rubbed across his chest. He wanted to devour her.

Just a little more patience. If I rush her, it may make her pull back. And I’ve never wanted anyone like I do her. His hands massaged her back and cupped her buttocks, holding her hard against his cock.

“Feel how much I need you? How much I want to bury myself in your hot pussy? Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a condom package from a drawer. He tore it open and put it on his rigid cock. She watched him, making him harder. When he got back in the shower, he said, “Put your arms and legs around me again.”

Chelsea did as he said. She kissed his mouth as he held her close. Taking two steps, he put her back against the tiled wall. She reached between them and put her hand on his cock.

“Remember how good it always was between us? I want you inside me.”

“The lady’s wish is my command.” He positioned the head of his cock at her pussy opening and slid into her warmth. She wiggled and took him in further.

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