Sexual Affection (MFM)

Contemporary Cowboys 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 34,415
7 Ratings (4.1)
[Siren LoveEdge: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, consensual BDSM elements, spanking, HEA]
A self-proclaimed masochist, Zak Blazier introduces Drina Baldini to his brother Dallas and their attraction is instant, but the Blazier brothers are tested when Drina’s sister is abducted. The only way they can help their sub is to step in the middle of a dirty business transaction, a deal destined to go terribly wrong.
Drina’s younger sister Nory is kidnapped from the Cartwells, and they’re willing to do anything to bring her home. They soon discover their hands are tied and quickly realize why. Alberto Baldini is behind his youngest daughter’s abduction, and he knows which buttons to push to ensure Drina and the Blazier brothers deliver everything he wants.
Sparks fly between lovers, but the flames surrounding the Baldini home are not always romantically ignited. An uprising looms as several families pull together to face the mob, Alberto, and anyone else who dares to stand in their way.
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Natalie Acres is a Siren-exclusive author.
Sexual Affection (MFM)
7 Ratings (4.1)

Sexual Affection (MFM)

Contemporary Cowboys 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 34,415
7 Ratings (4.1)
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Very good series. Love all of them.
rhondavb
This just keeps getting better.... whew, these guys are smoking hot!! And I love that the women go for what they want too. Yak.....yum-o-licious!!!!
FANTASTIC
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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

“I’m beginning to think all there is to do in Erwin, Tennessee is fuck.” Mason sat down to his fast-food breakfast grumbling like crazy. “If a fella isn’t fucking for pleasure, he’s fucking someone in business. If he’s not fucking for his sub’s reward or withholding it for punishment, he’s fucking for revenge or a prize. I mean, come on now. Don’t you think there’s a little more to life than just sex?”

Dante, Hales and Dallas gave Mason one of those collective “are ya done yet?” looks. Then, Dante took a drink of his juice, swiped his forehead because he’d apparently broken a rare sweat somewhere—probably fucking either his right or left hand—and finally managed a comeback. “This coming from the man who gets more pussy than all brothers combined.”

“That’s false,” Mason said, taking a hearty bite of his biscuit.

Hales smirked. “You don’t need to tell me. Lori Hammit told me everything I need to know.”

Mason stilled. “What does Lori have to do with this?”

Hales sniffed. “You tell us. From what I hear Lori recently told you, ‘I take small things and make them into big things, cowboy.’”

The brothers broke out in fits of laughter. Once it subsided, Mason said, “The diabolical bitch wouldn’t wait until it was hard.”

“Did you hear that, boys?” Hales teased. “Lori is a diabolical bitch yet our little brother has been seen with her several times at one local theatre.”

“I plead the fifth.” After a minute, Mason revoked his self-inflicted oath of silence. “What can I say, there’s no better time at a movie than when Lori’s head is in a man’s lap.” 

“Sounds to me like you’re contributing nicely to Erwin’s fucking reputation,” Dallas said.

“Not at all.” Mason tried to keep from grinning. Considering his cock was sore from overuse, he couldn’t help but silently agree. “Besides, I don’t fuck Lori. She’s never asked me. We just like hanging out in theatres.”

“You ain’t the only one she takes to the movies,” Dallas informed him.

“Ew.” Mason wrinkled his nose. “Too much information.”

“Where were you Friday night?” Dante asked.

“Melanie’s. Her momma baked me one of those chocolate cakes with butterscotch icing.” Mason popped his lips. “Whenever that woman sees me coming, I’m guaranteed something sweet, soothing, and hmm-um delicious.”

“I’m confused,” Hales said. “Are you talking about the cake, Melanie, or her mom?”

“Don’t answer that,” Dallas said, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. “Let’s talk about your weekend. Where were you Saturday?”

“Let me think a minute. It’s Monday after all.” Mason ate his biscuit, chewing thoughtfully.

“He was with Sherry and just doesn’t want to say so,” Hales said, laughing.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s right.”

“And Sunday, little brother. Where were you on Sunday?”

Mason wadded up the biscuit wrapper, swung his leg over the bench and said, “That’s easy. Where am I every Sunday?”

“Mary Lou’s.” Dallas and Dante chimed together.

“You guys keeping tabs on me or what?” Mason asked.

“Just making a point is all,” Dante said.

“You complain about too much fucking in Erwin and yet you’re part of the reason this town is so popular for such activities.” Hales held up his hand, made an “okay” sign by leaving three fingers in the air. “Melanie, Sherry, and Mary Lou.”

“False, true, and false this past Sunday.”

Dallas shrugged. He knew the truth about Melanie but as far as Mason knew, he hadn’t spilled the beans yet.

“Back up here a minute,” Hales said, never one to let anything die. “I saw you Friday night. You came creeping up the stairs a little after midnight with this silly look on your face, and pardon me for saying so, but you reeked of perfume.”

Mason twitched his nose. If his brothers put two and two together, he’d never live it down.

“You’re bangin’ her mom!” Hales said, throwing his hand down on the table and jarring everything from dishes to the salt and pepper shakers.

So he’d never live it down. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” Hales laughed that silly laugh of his and shook his head. “Well I’ll be damned.”

“And yes, you will be if you run off and say something where it gets back to Melanie. She’s a real nice girl and all. We don’t want to hurt her.”

“Maybe her mother should’ve thought about that when she caught you in the bathroom with your pants down,” Dallas said.

“You knew?” Dante asked, seemingly surprised Mason had confided in Dallas.

“Kid had to talk to somebody. Might as well have been me. Woman is a sex junkie. If Mason hadn’t gotten a hold of her first, he would’ve ended up at the other end of her paddle instead. Woman has a reputation for taking what she wants when she wants it.”

“That’s a fact,” Mason said, nearly hard thinking about Christine. Melanie’s mom had a way with men, or more precisely, Christine had a real nice understanding of how to work her way around a man’s cock.

“So wait a minute,” Hales said, leaning forward and apparently ready for details. “You and the mom are what? Into Domination and submission?”

“She’s giving him a few lessons,” Zak said, entering the kitchen.

All heads turned to Zak.

“Says the man who must be getting a few of his own.” Dante laughed. “Who whipped who last night, big brother?”

Zak grinned from ear to ear. He was so lovesick, he probably didn’t even care that he wasn’t banging Coco’s sister Drina yet. All he seemed to care about was watching her dance, seeing her ride, inviting her for picnics, taking her rafting on the Nolichucky, and enjoying the whole dating game.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She’d taken her punishment, cleared the air, and driven straight home. She was still pissed at midnight when Zak had tried to call her, but it didn’t help matters. Pissed was one surefire way to spend an otherwise perfect evening all alone.

Drina blamed herself for jumping to conclusions but she also blamed Gemma for planting that seed of doubt in her head. She knew Zak. She felt like she could already read Dallas well enough to believe she knew him as well.

Still, she’d doubted them. And that doubt had led them into a first and second fight, and she couldn’t stand to be at odds with them.

She was about to go upstairs and call it a night when she saw headlights in the driveway. Peering out the window, she halfway expected Gemma to come teetering up the sidewalk, but to her surprise, it was a much better midnight visitor—or two.

By the time they reached the porch, Drina was standing with the door open and her back against it. “Thought you were planning to talk to me tomorrow?”

Zak paraded by her. That male testosterone was pumping about as much as her rage had been when she’d misconstrued the whole gun ordeal earlier that day.

Dallas kissed her on the cheek. “We didn’t want you staying here by yourself.”

“What he means to say is that as long as you belong to us…” Zak  glanced at Dallas and then Drina before he continued. “You won’t be sleeping alone.”

“I see,” she said, trying to ward off a smile. “And just where do you propose that I sleep when you’re acting like an egotistical ass who can do no wrong?”

“I’ll let that slide, sub,” Zak said. “This once.”

“I don’t care if you let it slide or not. I’m not going to have a man tell me—”

Zak’s lips mashed against hers and he stopped her from saying something she might regret. Right there in the doorway, he tossed his cowboy hat to the side and kissed her like he meant for it to lead somewhere.

That kiss didn’t lead them far.

In a matter of three minutes, maybe four, boots were left on the rug, clothes were in a heap, and Zak had her breasts pressed against the wall as he loved on her in a pampering way, kissing trails up and down her back, across her shoulders and up and down her extended arms, limbs he’d thrust high above her head as he’d showered her with attention.

His hand dipped then and her breath caught in her chest. She stood completely still, willing the goose bumps away as he fingered her moist pussy and dragged his fingers from front to back.

“And here I thought you were only going to fuck me there when our training was complete.”

“That’s right,” he whispered, pushing his finger high inside her pussy and seemingly smiling at her ear as he breathed. “But I can get you ready for Dallas.”

Her heart hammered in uneven beats. Her pulse raced.

They were there to kiss and make up and they were undoubtedly planning to take her together. She turned to face them. Dallas stepped closer and approached from the left. Zak stood at her right.

She placed a hand on each of their shoulders and leaned over to kiss one and then the other. Before she could’ve contemplated the next act, Zak nodded at Dallas and they swept her off her feet. Lifting her high enough to lean down and kiss her, they left a trail of kisses on her belly and her breasts as they carried her to the nearby living room.

She was lowered to the carpet. Zak pulled her over him, kissing her lips and fondling her breasts. Dallas spread her cheeks and rubbed his cockhead against her hole. She moaned as the sensitive bud pulsed with excitement, willing him to penetrate her, dying to feel him filling her, stroking her.

“Lean forward,” Dallas said, pushing her into Zak’s arms.

“Gladly,” she teased, shaking her hips and peering over her shoulder.

Zak aimed his dick at her pussy and toyed with her for a minute, making her wet, hot, and so eager to fuck she would’ve paid any price to feel both men stroking her in tandem, loving her like only they could love her.

She took her seat on Zak’s thick cock and released a shattering “ah” right as Dallas cupped her right cheek and lifted her bottom up. He dragged his finger down the seam of her ass and wiggled his finger inside her hole, probing her with the digit before he moved in behind her with one quick thrust.

“Mmm, yes. That’s it.”

“Do you feel good, baby?” Dallas asked, pumping his cock inside her.

Before she could respond, a door slammed behind her and Gemma’s voice resounded. “And that right there is why my sisters are so fond of your brothers. Apparently all they know how to do is fuck.”

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