[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]
Darla Moore needs a job, not a boyfriend, and especially not two. But that is exactly what she ends up with when she agrees to become a cook and housekeeper on a Montana ranch. How can she remain immune to their charm and the way they make her feel? How will she react when she learn she is really auditioning for a starring role in a three-way marriage?
Randall and Marcus thought they would never find the woman of their dreams until Darla walked through their door. When she relaxes her defenses and lets them in, she falls in love with them, and they with her. Randall and Marcus are dead set on keeping her with them and make a decision that could cost them her love in the end. Will that love be enough to forgive them before it’s too late?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Here is a HOT excerpt for you. 21 and over only :-)
Warm hands smoothed over cool skin. Hot breath tickled her breast. Two mouths latched on to her nipples and suckled until she writhed between them. Two sets of hands explored her body. Fingers pinched at her nipples until she cried out with desire. One of the men began kissing his way up her neck and nipped his way around her jaw to just behind her ear. He whispered naughty words in her ear.
“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I bet you’ll burn me alive.”
She could only whimper.
Lips kissed down her body, dipping into her belly button only to continue to her thighs. He shouldered between her legs and blew cool air across her pussy. She moaned and lifted toward him. He chuckled and spread her wide with his fingers. A warm, wet tongue licked her from top to bottom and back up again. She couldn’t be still, but another set of hands held her down as his partner in sin lapped at her, running his flattened tongue across her clit, back and forth until she was pumping her hips to meet the thrust of his tongue in her pussy. She was mindless with need.
He pushed a finger inside of her, then two, and she knew she was going to come. He stopped licking her pussy long enough to kneel over her and plunge his hard cock into her dripping center. God, he was big. It took him three tries to reach the end of her.
Warm hands and a warm mouth soon enveloped her breasts. Between the soft suckling at her nipple and the thumb and forefinger pinching the other one, she once again found herself sitting on the edge ready to plunge. The hard cock inside her pummeled her passage, and the first hints of her release hit her low in her belly.
She jerked awake in the heat of passion to find one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. Mortified she jerked them away. She’d never masturbated in her sleep before. It didn’t help her already heavy breathing to realize she had been dreaming about both of the Sanders men. God, she was a slut thinking about two men, let alone dreaming such an intimate dream about them.
She looked over at the clock and realized it was nearly time to get up. She opted for a quick shower then dressed in her best pair of jeans and a flannel shirt she’d bought in anticipation of the cold Montana winter ahead. She would buy the rest of the stuff she needed, too. Good Lord, woman stuff. Was he talking about tampons? She sure hoped they didn’t shop with her.
Darla started coffee as soon as she made it to the kitchen. She needed it strong and black to make it through the day with both men. She didn’t know how she would be able to look them in the eye after the dream. She groaned. Her womb tightened at just the thought.
“Morning, Darla. You’re up early.” Marcus entered the kitchen in just a pair of jeans, and they weren’t even buttoned.
She snapped her eyes back up and away from him.
“I was ready to get out of bed. I guess I’m antsy about getting the grocery shopping done and getting back h…to the ranch.” She had nearly said home. Not good.
He smiled at her, and she found herself mesmerized by the twinkle in his eyes. He broke the spell and poured a mug of coffee before leaning against the counter and looking at her. His massive chest had a sprinkling of black hair across it trailing down to disappear inside the open waistband of his pants. Yikes, she was looking again.
“You two drinking all the coffee?” Randall sauntered in. He was in the same state of dress, or undress, as Marcus.
What was it with them that they walked around half nude in front of her? She licked her lips and forced her gaze above the waist, but that wasn’t much better. His chest was just as spectacular with the same sprinkling of chest hair across and down to his belt line. He smirked at her when she looked at him again. Her face burned with embarrassment.
“Now, why are you embarrassed?” Randall asked.
Darla’s mouth flew open then closed again. She let out a breath and turned to go back to her room. They could call her when they were dressed. She didn’t need anything else to fuel her naughty imagination.