[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, whipping, food play, sex toys, HEA]
Late one snowy night, baker Noah Appleton breaks his delivery van. He calls Hard & Raw Repairs for a tow truck. What comes to find him that night, however, is destiny in the form of two gorgeous men.
Jake Harding is the sweetest, hottest cowboy-mechanic, while his best friend and business partner, Michael Rawlins, is a dangerous and seductive bad-boy biker. They are both tops and Doms, which thrills and scares Noah. They bid him entry into a world of sexual submission he has always wanted to experience but never dared.
Michael and Jake set out to train Noah in the ways of pleasure slavery, be it at a BDSM club, a ranch, or a garage. Along the way the three men grow closer, and sex turns into intimacy. Noah's desire for submission changes into a hope of a shared future under Wyoming winter skies.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 SWEET PEAS: "I adore these serials through Siren Publishing. “Hard & Raw” (book 5 of the Cowboys of Snow Lake series) by Susan Laine is the first of the series that I’ve read and, I’ll admit, I went and bought the other books after finishing it! Noah is a cute, “twinky” young man who has problems when his bakery delivery van breaks down, leaving him stranded and worried about lost sales and finances. The only place to call is Hard & Raw Repairs. Noah finds himself in the sights of the two owners of the business; Michael Rawlins with his bad-boy-biker persona, and the gentler cowboy, Jake Harding. It doesn’t take Noah long to be drawn into their lives, including the BDSM both alpha males take part in, and finds that he has a need to submit to Michael and Jake. But, more than that, he wants to be loved by the two men. Noah is so sweet and seems to just blossom under the attention from the two men. Jake is a big, ol’ teddy bear where Michael seems to come of as a bit more reserved, gruff, and cold. The absolute best part of the book? The first date “dinner”. That and the detailed explanations and direction about a BDSM relationship given to Noah, who has only had one, horrid experience with it. The two older men quickly dispel the memories of that experience, giving Noah the want and need for a true, long-term D/s relationship with not one, but, two men. “Hard & Raw” is a fun, sexy read and one that I would read again for pure pleasure." -- KymD, Miss Condit & Friends Read Books
RECOMMENDED READ, 4 STARS: "What happens when you add one naturally submissive baker to one hard-ass biker and his cowboy mechanic best friend? You get a very hot ménage relationship! Noah Appleton meets Jake Harding when his delivery truck breaks down on his way to deliver an order. Jake and his best friend, Michael Rawlins, own a garage called Hard & Raw, as well as being part owners in a BDSM club. The attraction between the three men is mutual and instantaneous, and soon, Jake and Michael are training Noah to be their third in hopes of a permanent relationship. This relationship, and therefore the book, never has a real crisis point. The three just find ways to make their communications grow over time, and slowly fall in love. There are times when Noah is insecure and clingy, but he is also in his early twenties, so it was fairly natural. I enjoyed the read and plan to read more in the series. I have not read any of the previous books but could not see that it detracted from this one at all. (And it was really hot, so if that's what you are looking for in your next book, this one is a good choice!)" -- Amanda, The TBR Pile
4 STARS: "Susan Laine is always such a treat to read. I love her characters, her story lines, her settings and her wonderful, sexy descriptions and emotional relationship building. In HARD & RAW, we meet the rather shy, but very edible Noah Appleton. Noah is a baker (I mean, have you ever read a book about a baker before? This is just too delicious a profession!) and one snowy night, he breaks down while making a delivery. And who should come to his rescue but the delectably sexy and charismatic mechanic, Jake Harding. And it doesn't stop there. Because Jake's best friend is the dangerous and seductive Michael Rawlins, bad boy biker. And to add even more spice to this unholy mix, both Jake and Michael are Doms looking for a sweet-tasting sub. And who better than the tasty Noah... *shivers* So Noah's training as a sub begins and he gets a lot more than he bargains for with the two Doms. But then, so do they. By the way, the food scene is just too hot for words. Sexy, taut, hot, decadent and steamy, this book is a page turner. The relationship between the three men becomes more than any one of them bargained for. Written from all three men's POV, we get to know a lot about them and their emotions. We get to see all three men in their glory--in more ways than one--and hopefully, as I did, you'll learn to love each one for what they bring to this story. Noah might be shy but he soon learn which buttons to push and how to take control of a situation. Jake is tough on the outside but sweet inside and a real charmer. And Michael may look like a bad boy, but he's all gooey too, when it comes down to protecting his best friend and their cherished sub. I had a great time reading this story, getting involved in Noah's training and seeing how all three partners in this emotionally satisfying relationship develop. Definitely recommended!" -- Susan Mac Nicol, The Romance Reviews
“Please, no. Not now.”
Noah sighed, exasperated, repeatedly pressing on the gas pedal in an attempt to move the piece of junk delivery van he was driving. The car stalled, and the engine let out coughing noises, and finally, as a pièce de résistance, thin plumes of smoke started to rise from beneath the hood. “No.” Now Noah was whining, but things hadn’t really been going his way lately.
And then, with a gurgling, wounded sound, the car jerked and stopped dead.
“Dammit!” Noah cursed, banged the steering wheel with both hands, and then gave up all hope of getting to his client’s place on time. Even if the van had reached its destination, Noah could probably not have delivered his sweets any longer. The stench of smoke and engine fluids had most likely tarnished the baked goods already.
Well, that’s three-hundred dollars down the drain.
And that sum would rise if he wanted to get the car fixed. Since the van belonged to his business, he needed the wheels to get around.
He switched on the hazard flashers and then turned the key in the ignition. What was left of the van hummed briefly and then silenced for good. Noah pushed his glasses up a bit, exited the vehicle, giving a rueful glance at the sweets in the back, and wrapped his winter coat tighter around him. It was midwinter in November, and the air was crisp, but not icy cold, indicating snowfall was imminent.
He pulled out his cell phone. He dialed information and asked for the contact number for the nearest auto repair shop that also towed.
A male voice answered after six rings. By then Noah was awfully impatient and about ready to throw something. “Hard & Raw Repairs. What seems to be the problem?” The gruff voice belied the polite words.
Noah wanted to snap back “What do you think, asshole?” but he refrained himself in time. It wasn’t like him, anyway. “Hi. I’m Noah Appleton. My van just died. Can you please come and tow me?” Noah gave directions as best he could without knowing the area. The client was new, living on the outskirts of town, so he had been forced to follow GPS this far.
“Yeah, yeah, I know where that is,” the curt voice replied. “Be there in twenty.” Then the line disconnected.
Noah sighed, sat back down on the driver’s seat with his feet hanging high from the road, and set out to wait. Patience wasn’t his strong suit, but he was accustomed to being forced into situations he didn’t much care for. The only thing to have ever gone right in his life was his baking business, and with the delivery van falling apart, now even that appeared to be in peril.
Fifteen minutes later a tow truck emerged from around the bend. By then Noah was shivering in the cool mountain clime as autumn made way to winter. Yes, he could have gone into his car properly and closed the door, but he hadn’t. Now he cursed his stupidity.
The other vehicle slowed to a crawl, spun around gently, and stopped right in front of Noah’s car. Noah hurried out to stand in front of his dead-weight mode of transportation.
And then Noah’s breath stuttered as the most gorgeous man he had ever beheld slid out of the driver’s seat, smooth as a feline for someone his size. The man was big with a capital B, bulging with muscles in all the right places, including in the delicious bulge of his crotch. Wearing ragged jeans, a white tee, a light-brown sweater, and a denim coat, all smeared with engine grease and oils, the guy approached like a cowboy, born to ride a wild beast—or an eager boy—all rippling muscles and a casual swing of undulating hips.
He stopped a few paces from Noah, revealing his face under a straw cowboy hat. Yes, he was the embodiment of ruggedly handsome. His nose had probably been broken more than once, but the sparkle in his blue eyes was as warm and inviting as his lopsided grin was playful and hot. With a heavy blond stubble and a few blond strands peeking under the rim of the hat, it was obvious the man was a natural blond.
The man tipped the brim of his hat. “Hi there. Car trouble?”
Noah damn near swallowed his tongue. “Hi. Um, yeah, trouble, that’s me. No, I mean, yes, I have car trouble.” He blushed and hoped the guy wouldn’t extend his arm for a handshake. Touching this hunk of a cowboy might just make Noah burst apart at the seams.
Michael slid down Noah’s slender frame, kissing and licking, sucking and biting here and there, finding soft ticklish spots that made the boy squirm, and all the more intimate spots that made him whimper. He had to shove Jake’s thigh from between Noah’s legs, but he was finally in sight of his goal. He hiked Noah’s leg up enough to be able to kiss and nibble on the silky skin of his inner thighs. With suction and teeth he left reddening hickeys behind him.
My marks of ownership.
And there, behind the taint, awaited his prize, the pink little hole, twitching like mad.
Michael dove for it, surrounding the spot with his lips and kissing it. He heard Noah groan, but the suckling sound of kisses never broke so Michael surmised that Jake was keeping the boy’s mouth plenty busy. So Michael had free range to do as he pleased. He licked and swirled his pierced tongue all over, softening the tight muscles there, relaxing Noah and tasting him. The captivating smell and flavor of Noah’s male musk wafted all around him.
Then he jabbed his tongue into constricting heat.
Noah bucked his hips instinctively, groaning. Jake’s big hands pressed the boy right back down. “Keep still, slave.” Michael grinned at Jake’s hoarse tone, deliberate in its warning. Noah shivered upon hearing it, and he wasn’t alone.
Michael continued his ministrations on Noah’s most intimate place, sucking, kissing, biting, and licking as he pleased. Pungent male musk of arousal tickled his nose, and the warmth of Noah’s skin increased to high heat.
He felt Jake shift on the bed, and he lifted his head to find Jake kneeling by Noah’s head and guiding his cock into Noah’s eager mouth. Jake threw his head back, his blond hair mussed and his lips parted, and he groaned in delight. Michael felt those vibrations echo through Noah into his mouth as he worked on Noah’s fluttering hole.
After a while he felt the young man was ready. He straightened up, heard Noah’s low whine, ignored it, and reached for the bowl on the nightstand beside the bed. He grabbed a couple of condoms, tore one open with his teeth, and rolled it on his length. Even the familiar touch of his own hand was pushing him closer to climax, and he had to squeeze the base of his dick hard to stop himself from shooting prematurely. His balls protested to being pulled back from the brink of sweet oblivion, but he ignored his body’s demands for now.
A few calming breaths later, he snagged a tube of lube as well, coated his fingers and his cock, and then began teasing the rim of Noah’s entrance. Noah shuddered, but at least he wasn’t able to speak, not with Jake’s big dick in his mouth.
As Michael’s finger popped through the tight ring of muscles guarding Noah’s inner passage, he was privy to a stimulating view of Jake rocking his hips slightly, holding Noah’s head in his grip, and thrusting into his mouth gently. Jake wasn’t ready to pop. His movements showed he was luxuriating in getting head, but not getting ready to blow.
It was a hot sight, and Michael had to palm his own dick again. He kept up the steady pace with his finger, stretching Noah. His hands fluttered, wanting to take hold. Noah kept sucking on the head of Jake’s cock, the foreskin drawn back to reveal the dark, smooth, plump head. Getting that inside had to fucking hurt, Michael thought, and yet his mouth watered at the mere image.
In heat, Michael added another finger, wet with lube, and began to move deeper, not hard enough to hurt, but with insistence and precision. Noah responded beautifully, pushing back against the invader. When Michael stroked over Noah’s prostate, Noah moaned loudly, the sound so primal and raw it made Michael close his eyes to let the music of sex wash over him.
When he added a third finger, his gaze locked with Jake’s. For all his self-control, Jake looked about ready to lose it. “How you holding up, brother?”
Jake actually growled. “Fucking funny.”
Michael grinned and winked wickedly. He had that sadistic streak sometimes, usually with Jake who he loved needling.
But then Noah was primed and ready to go, and his own self-control began to slip.
Without further ado, Michael repositioned the tip of his cock at Noah’s bud, hooked his arms under Noah’s knees for leverage, and slowly entered into their slave’s willing body. Noah jerked when Michael popped in, and groaned loudly past the dick in his mouth.
That was a sound Michael relished. A happy bottom who couldn’t help the noises he unleashed. At first Michael had planned to go slow and easy, to acclimatize Noah and give him the chance to adjust. But after only a few leisurely thrusts he felt the boy push back, wanting more.