[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M/M/F, with M/M, flogging, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
After giving up her career as a cop, Peaches Malloy was cruising along in life. One that did not include a man. Working long hours at two jobs took up most of her life, leaving little time for romance.
When she meets the handsome and irresistible cowboys Damien Nicholson and Ryan James, Peaches finds herself wanting more than a paycheck and an evening with her cats. Unexpected danger gives her the push she needs. Escaping it with the two cowboys, they begin a new journey together in life and love, discovering surprising things about themselves along the way.
There is only one obstacle to complete happiness, Damien and Ryan’s business partner, Logan MacMillan. Having been burned by a woman he had thought perfect, he is unwilling to give her a chance. Will Peaches be able to make him realize that she can be the woman for him as well?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- kristina l. g
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Peaches stared into the laughing green eyes staring back at her from a handsome, suntanned face. “Did your mama drop you on your head?” she asked breathlessly, peeking around him to the furious cream-colored bull heading determinedly in his direction on the rail.
“Once or twice.” He laughed, seeming unconcerned about the two thousand pounds of angry, unprocessed beef patties heading in his direction.
That was, until Peaches and her girlfriend leapt up from their seats in the stadium. The crowd roared. “Shit! Move!” she cried, horrified eyes fixed on the enraged bull.
He glanced back, then yanked his hard body up and over the rail as the bull tried to slam him with his massive head and the thick, stumpy horns sprouting from it. The bullfighters were there, baiting him, trying to get him to head into the direction of the gate out of the arena. The blond curls between the furious brown eyes were soft compared to the thick skull viciously slammed into the rails.
Bull snot went flying. The cowboy laughed, leaned over to slap the animal with his hat, and then sat down in Peaches’s abandoned seat. He pulled her down onto his lap, and then kissed her hard on the mouth. There was another cheer from the crowd to reward him for his charming audacity.
“You doing anything later, hot thing?”
Peaches looked over the laughing face. Her lips were burning. She could hear her friend’s wistful sighs. “Yes, washing my hair.” She tried and failed to ignore the hard thighs beneath hers. As well as the male flesh beginning to stir beneath her jean-clad bottom.
“I could come over to help.”
There was a note of hot promise in his deep voice. It shivered all the way down her spine, somehow ending in her pussy. Her panties were drenched in an instant. Her nipples peaked, pressing tellingly against the sweater she wore. The cowboy did not fail to notice. Darn him! The grin, which slid over his handsome face, was filled with devilry.
“No thanks. I think I can handle it,” she drawled, trying to think of something other than the reaction of her body to his.
The crowd erupted when his score was announced. Then he was kissing her once more and lifting her to her feet so he could leap over the railing. She watched his fine ass, displayed in jeans and chaps, as his long legs carried him away.
“That’s one fine piece of ass,” Darla drawled in her charmingly bold manner. “Wish he’d scooped me up. I’d let him wash anything he wanted on me.”
“Yeah, well, a cowboy who looks like that has to be trouble. He probably has a girlfriend in every town he’s been in.” Peaches laughed as she looked at her friend. “You do remember you have a husband, don’t you?”
Darla laughed and waved a careless hand. “Yeah. Yeah. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me. Now then, how can you blame the breed for the sins of one? Cowboys are the spirit of this country. They represent hard work and freedom. They embody the American spirit.”
Turning her head to stare at her friend with laughing brown eyes, she shook her head. “Jeez, what are you? His PR?”
“No, I just think you haven’t gotten laid lately. Why not go for it? Then you can let me know if he’s as hot in the places we can’t see at the moment.”
“You’re nuts.” Peaches laughed. Rising from the seat, she gathered up her jacket and said, “I’ve got to get to work. This was fun. Thanks for making me come with you.”
Darla followed with a shake of her head. “You could call off. What do you need that crappy job for anyway? We could go find your cowboy. The two of you could hook up, have some hot, steamy sex, and make some memories for your old age.”
“I’m supplementing my income. It’s all going into retirement. Money is what I need for my old age. A memory won’t pay my bills.”
“No, but it will fill out your life’s quilt. It’s made of all kinds of experiences. What could it hurt to add a hot cowboy to it?”
Peaches wanted to agree. The man had been all sorts of tempting. She could still feel the burn of his hard thighs and hardening cock beneath her ass. When she compared that to the realities of her life, she had to think of how much working a second job really sucked. Especially when working two jobs wasn’t as necessary as it had been.
She worked in a lawyer’s office during the day and a convenience store at night. Usually she worked a short shift from six in the afternoon until midnight. For the sake of going to the rodeo with her friend, she had switched with another woman. Usually she had a few hours in between she could call her own, when she tried to rest. Tonight would not be the night. On her days off, she slept. It wasn’t much of a life, but it was hers to do with as she saw fit. She had seen too many of her friends marry men who just sucked everything fine right out of them. While she would like a husband and children, she was still in no rush. She wanted just the right man. Then her priorities would change.
Though they were both terrible flirts, she had seen the serious side of the men. They weren’t going to just use her then toss her aside. On that positive note, Peaches began exploring under the sheet. It wasn’t long before she found what she was looking for. Giggling when semi hard flesh became very hard flesh, she tossed back the blanket, exposing every glorious inch of hard, tanned male bodies.
“You win!” Peaches cried, straddling Damien’s powerful thighs as she reached toward the stack of conveniently placed condoms.
She saw the sleep in his green eyes quickly disappear as she ripped the foil and extracted the rolled condom. She placed it over the thick head of his swollen cock, but only after she leaned down to swipe at the creamy goodness leaking from the slit with the tip of her tongue. Salty. Tasty. She saw his gaze go from her busy hands to the lower lip she had captured between her white teeth.
“How did I win?” Damien asked curiously, his voice husky with sleep and desire. It did delicious things to her, shivering down her spine.
“Your cock got harder, faster.”
“And what did I win?”
“You won pussy, hot stuff. All the pussy you want. I know you’re up for it.” Her fingers couldn’t meet around his cock, he was that thick. And he’d had all this beautiful cock shoved in my ass, she thought, trembling with remembered pleasure. Well, now she wanted it filling her pussy. Glancing at Ryan, she saw that he was all but pouting again. He really was the sweetest thing and positively irresistible. Laughing, she patted the bed beside Damien. “Come on, pretty boy. Give me that cock to suck while I ride your friend here.”
Ryan moved fast and with intent, his cock fisted in his hand as Peaches positioned herself over the man stretched out beneath her. The thick head nudged the entrance to her cream-slicked channel. She was so wet the juices were running down her thighs.
“That’s it, baby. An inch at a time,” Damien said encouragingly, his voice thick as he held her hips in his big hands. She thought his cock was going to split her in two. How the hell had he fit all of it in her ass? she wondered dazedly. Her pulse began to speed up as she lowered herself onto him. When she felt him nearing her cervix, she moaned. There was still so much of him to go she doubted she could take all of him. A moment of deep breaths had her body relaxing enough to allow her to seat herself upon him fully. “That’s it. Have you ever been so full of cock?”
Moaning, Peaches shook her head, a saucy grin on her lips. Her hands slid up along his hard abs to his muscled chest as she leaned forward to kiss him. Then she was lifting up, turning her head to take Ryan’s cock into her mouth as she began riding her cowboy, her body sizzling where it was joined with his. Powerful muscles flexed between her thighs as he began thrusting up into her. Cocks slid in and out of her. She sucked on the cock in her mouth, loving the taste, savoring the salty pre-cum she swiped off the spongy head with the tip of her tongue. Though she tried to focus at least half of her attention upon it, it was a nearly impossible task. Damien, obviously trying to torment her, was holding her hips firmly as he rose up, grinding himself deeper and deeper until she could do little more than moan around Ryan’s turgid flesh.
“You’re a selfish bastard.” Ryan laughed, pulling away. “I guess I’ll just have to have a different kind of fun.”
Shifting on the bed, he lowered his head to her chest. He kissed his way down the slope of her breast until his mouth found the rigid pinkish-brown nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around it, before drawing as much of her breast as he could into the hot recesses of his torrid mouth. An arm around her waist kept her close as her body arched back, giving him even greater access to her lush flesh.
The moment he bit down on one nipple and twisted the other, Peaches found herself flung into a place where she could only feel the wondrous spiraling of pleasure. It wound itself around and through her body. It twisted tightly. Her toes curled. The juices flowed from her pussy as it began clenching hard around Damien’s cock. She was only faintly aware of his roar of pleasure or Ryan’s growl of satisfaction as he reached down to rub and tweak her rigid, throbbing clit. She screamed, her fingers curling against solid male flesh.
When she collapsed limply onto Damien’s wide chest, her flushed cheek pressed against his damp flesh. He smelled heavenly. She could stay there forever and never have a complaint.
She did complain, however, when strong hands dragged her from Damien. On her belly, her legs were pressed apart. Those hands raised her hips slightly to shove a pillow beneath. Then long fingers were shoving into her creamy depths.
“My turn, baby,” Ryan growled, positioning himself against her ass. His cock traveled slowly down the crease of her ass to the slick, swollen folds of her throbbing sex. She trembled, her flesh jumping as if stung by electricity, as he probed for the opening of her body. Then he was there and thrusting inside. A low, tortured groan escaped her lips as he began fucking her hard and fast. “I want you to come again, baby. I want to feel that beautiful pussy grabbing my cock.”