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Cowboy Control (MFM)

Carnal Cowboys 3

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, whipping, paddling, HEA]

Raven Ronnell is a hard-hitting business woman who always closes the deal. Yet when she comes to Garner, Texas to buy up ranch land for the country’s largest shopping mall, she soon finds out she can’t bend every man to her will.

Clint and Hale Yager recognize the fiery Raven as a strong woman. But they know a strong woman often yearns for even stronger men to control her. They plan on teaching her to take their commands and love it.

The Yager men dare her, telling her they can show her real control. They’ll fight her plans for the shopping mall, but what goes on in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. Can they teach her how real freedom feels?

Even after Clint and Hale show her how good being bad can be, she’s dead set on fulfilling her mogul father’s orders. If she doesn’t push the plans for the mall through, going against the men she loves, she’ll lose everything she’s worked for.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

He lifted his rifle, placed the stock against his shoulder, took aim and fired. A cheer rose up seconds later. He allowed himself a small smile and lowered his gun.

“Ladies and gents, for the third year in a row, the winner is Clint Yager.”

Hale, who had been eliminated in the previous round, clapped him on the shoulder. “Way to go, man. Let’s head into town to celebrate. You’re buying.”

Their friends gathered around them, giving Clint his due as the winner. Seth was the one who’d come the closest to taking the title away from him, but he wasn’t one to be a sore loser. Between helping each other out with whatever their ranching needs were to riding the rodeo circuit, the men had become close friends. Close enough to consider each other brothers of the heart. They were there for one another in bad times as well as good.

“Sounds like a plan.” The winner buying the drinks at Wasco’s Watering Hole was a tradition he didn’t mind continuing.

“Don’t forget the food, too, buddy.” Mitch shook his hand and congratulated him. “A good drink needs a good meal to go along with it.” His gaze slid to the left and over Clint’s shoulder. “Looks like there’s someone who’s not too happy about your win.”

Clint pivoted around. The men behind him parted, giving him a good view of the woman striding toward him. She held a very expensive rifle in the crook of her arm with pearl on the stock and the metal glinting in the sun. It was the type of rifle any man would’ve loved to own, but one he never could’ve afforded. Long shiny raven hair was pulled back to form an obsidian waterfall coursing down her spine. The dark suit she wore was out of place in Garner, but it hugged her curves nicely. Long legs were highlighted by the short skirt and heels dug into the dirt. Expensive-looking silver and gold jewelry adorned her wrists, ears, and neck. The woman had money, all right, but it was the confidence in her walk and the lift of her chin that told him she was someone used to getting her way.

Her glistening green eyes stuck on him. Her ruby lips remained in a straight line without the hint of a smile. She was a woman who was all business and used to winning.

“You’re Clint Yager?”

If a voice could be a melody, hers was the entire song.

“I am.”

Her gaze slid from one man to the next before smoothing back over to him. “And you think won, right?”

“No thinking about it. I did win.” She was hot as hell, with firm, high breasts. Maybe she was on the thin side for most men, but he liked them lean. Maybe even a little mean. He’d just met her and he was already intrigued.

“Too bad for you.”

Murmurs drifted over him as the others speculated on what she’d said.

“How so?” She obviously enjoyed playing cat and mouse, and he didn’t mind playing, too.

“Because I’m a better shot than you.”

Yep, she’s full of surprises.

“You think so? Then you should’ve shown up for the competition. Too bad for you since it’s over now.”

Finally, a slight curve of her lips.

“Is it?”

“It is,” added Hale.

Although his brother was standing up for his win, he could still hear the interest in his tone. “This is my brother Hale.”

“Uh-huh.”

As though meeting Hale had barely registered on her radar. Hale was used to women finding him attractive, so her disinterest had to hit hard. Or was she only pretending she hadn’t noticed him?

She arched an imperious eyebrow. “What if I challenge you to a shoot off? Just us. One shot and we’d settle it for sure. What do you say? You wouldn’t want to leave any doubt that you deserved to win, would you?”

She’d thrown down with a dare. Trouble was, if he backed down, he’d look like he was chickening out, worried she’d take his title. If he took her up on it, he had an awful feeling she just might make good on her challenge.

“Come on, lady. The shoot’s over. We can’t keep it going for everyone who shows up late.” Jarrod Lawler scowled at the girl. Most people would’ve backed up at his fierce look, but she seemed unaffected.

She made a show of glancing around her. “Is there anyone else who wants to give the victor a go for his money? No?” She gave a glare that was as hard as Jarrod’s right back at him. “Looks like I’m the only one who doubts your skill. So what do you say, cowboy? Just one shot is all it’ll take to prove who the better shot is.” Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “Or are you afraid little ole me will whip your ass?”

He laughed, enjoying her spunk. What else could he do? She was so damn sexy. She couldn’t have stood taller than five-feet-four inches tall, but she had the demeanor of an Amazon warrior.

“Clint, don’t pay her any attention. You won and it’s over. Time to get on with the celebration.” Wy Wilson started to move away, taking a few of the others along with him.

Clint stayed where he was. “One shot? Winner takes the title?”

“That’s right. So are you up for it?”

“Sure. On one condition.”

Her brilliant emerald eyes narrowed. “What’s the condition?”

“After I win—again—you agree to have dinner with me.”

Her laugh was as alluring as the rest of her. “Done.” She stuck out her hand.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

They’re so hot. And ready. More than ready.

If she didn’t watch it, she’d give in too soon. Not that it would be a bad thing to give in. Either way, it was a win-win for her.

The men continued to pleasure themselves. Their breathing quickened and their bodies grew even tenser than before. She loved watching them. But watching would only go so far to ease her craving.

“Good. Now eat me.”

Hale didn’t hesitate. He took her behind one leg and pressed his face to her mons. She gasped as he swept his tongue between her folds once, then again, going deeper the second time. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder.

Come on, Clint.

He eased around to the side of her, his hand blazing a heated trail along her thigh to her butt cheek. Flicking his tongue, he followed the path his fingers had laid out.

Oh, yeah.

Hale was an expert with his tongue and teeth. He held her open and made his way to her clit. Sucking, nibbling, he tortured her. Fingers—Clint’s or Hale’s?—found their way into her sheath as the men held her against them. Her legs shook, surprising her with how quickly they’d weakened her.

Clint bit into her fleshy thigh and slipped his fingers into the crease of her butt cheek. He teased her ass hole, skimming around the puckered opening, then slowly pushing first one, then two fingers into her dark entrance.

Their muscled bodies pushed against her with their cocks hard against her legs. For a moment, she wasn’t sure who was in charge any longer. She’d told them what to do, but in doing so, she’d left herself vulnerable to their many skills.

She was losing her composure, something that had never happened. But Clint and Hale were different from other men. Exactly how they were different didn’t matter. Just that they were.

She was weakening not only physically, but mentally. They’d switched positions with Hale easing around her other side and Clint diving into her pussy, alternating his tongue with his fingers. She felt tight around him, her vaginal walls gripping his digits as he plunged them into her harder and harder. He sucked on her clit, making loud delicious sounds. Clutching a hunk of his hair, she held on, but she wouldn’t be able to stay on her feet much longer. Not when the fire spreading from her pussy seared outward, robbing her of her strength.

I’m going to come.

Oh, how she wanted to, but it wasn’t the right time. Instead, she jerked Clint away from her.

“What the fuck?” He took hold of her wrist and yanked his hair free.

Control. Say in control.

At his brother’s outburst, Hale eased back, too. “What’s going on?”

She hoped she sounded calmer than she felt. “Get on top of the bed. Now.”

“Look, Raven—”

She pointed at the bed and gave Clint her hardest stare yet. “Now.”

“Come on, man. Play along.” Hale’s fingertips trailed along her skin as he got to his feet. “We’ve never had a woman boss us around.”

“Do you like it?” She could guess Clint’s answer, but she’d aimed the question at Hale.

“Not sure.” Hale grinned as he climbed over to the farthest side of the bed. “But I’m willing to find out.”

She turned to get on to the bed, placing herself between them. Clint snagged her arm, forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t push us too far, sugar.”

She was sure he must’ve seen her flicker of surprise, but she regained her composure fast enough. “I’m not your sugar.” Pulling free, she moved on top of the bed, giving him a good view of her rounded bottom. Her tits weren’t big, but her ass was plentiful enough for a lean woman.

Lying down wasn’t an option. Not if she wanted to have them do her bidding. Instead, even as she felt the bed dip as Clint came on top, she threw her leg over Hale and straddled him.

“Fuck me, Hale.”

“Damn straight, babe.” Hale took hold of her hips and positioned her right over him. He pulled her down as he thrust his hips upward.

She’d seen how large he was, but when his cock plunged into her, she would’ve sworn he’d grown an inch wider and five inches longer. Her cry came unexpectedly. A flash of pain morphed into pleasure as he drove as far inside her as humanly possible.

Riding him, she undulated her hips and leaned forward to flatten her palms against his chest. Even his wide shoulders seemed to have gotten wider, stronger. The muscles in his arms flexed as he helped her move while shoving his hips toward her.

“Oh. Oh.” She panted, uncaring that she wasn’t giving them any commands. She was on top, just like in business, and calling the shots. “Clint, get with it.”

Clint eased behind her to fondle her hanging breasts. He twisted her nipples, adding spice to the already tantalizing sensations coursing through her.

“That’s it, sugar. Fuck him hard. Then you’re going to fuck me.”

Was he giving her orders now? She could no longer think clearly enough to make out the difference. The only thing that mattered was their hands on her body and Hale’s cock in her pussy.

Clint’s mouth was warm against her ear. “Now it’s our turn to say what goes.”

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