COWBOY OUTCASTS by Stacey Espino

COWBOY OUTCASTS by Stacey Espino

Callum O'Shea has segregated himself from a world that rejected him since childhood. His older brother, Arden, protected him from life...but even he can only take so much of the isolation.


When a young university student offers to help with Callum's hog problem in exchange for room and board, he's not in a financial position to refuse. He's surprised when she doesn't judge him for his Tourette's Syndrome. But he's learned that good things rarely last.


Hailey Watson tried to prove her parents wrong by being the best scientist she could be. When her research funding is cut off, her world spirals out of control. With the help of Callum and Arden, the reclusive Irish cowboys, she learns there is more to life than success at her job. But are the two hardcore cowboys capable of real love?

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The decision appeared to be made, an unspoken confirmation passing between the two men. They were like a team, moving and acting as if they’d rehearsed every touch. The more they dared to advance, the more forceful they became. They reminded her of sharks getting a taste of blood. She welcomed their animalistic behavior. Arden slid her panties down, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable.


Part of her was thrilled that Callum allowed Arden to participate, bringing her fantasy to realization. But did it mean his commitment to her was weak? Was she a sexual object rather than relationship material in his eyes? She pushed her worries aside and savored the feel of their hands worshiping her body. They felt warm and strong, knowing where to touch and not to touch. So far her pussy had been avoided, allowing her time to liquefy, molten heat slipping down her inner thigh.


“Callum…” She ran her hand through his short, dark hair as he trailed kissed down the center of her breast bone. Only last week she’d been a virgin. Now her entire world had opened up, exposing her to the wickedest erotic experiences.


“I thought the townsfolk would have warned you about coming here. We’re to be avoided at all costs, or didn’t you hear?” asked Arden, tugging her head back by a handful of her hair. He stared into her eyes as his brother travelled lower down her body, his lips grazing her sensitive flesh.


“I’m not afraid. I want you both.” Her words felt foreign after she’d spoken. She hoped she hadn’t offended Callum or said the wrong thing aloud. Maybe this was another test and she’d failed by desiring both brothers. She couldn’t help her human nature, or ignore the little voice inside her head that screamed both men were meant to be hers.


“I’ve never shared a woman,” said Callum.


“It’ll be a first for all of us.” Arden descended on her lips, crushing his mouth to hers. He tasted masculine, addicting. She kissed him back, not even concerned with breathing at this point. His stubble scraped her cheeks and his fingers combed through her hair, holding her head in place.
How had this happened? Hailey felt as if she were having an out of body experience—floating, soaring, being carried along on the waves of lust. The O’Shea men may be cowboy outcasts, but she wanted nothing more. She just hoped their ménage would stand the test of time. At this point she wasn’t sure it would last the night.


“Are you still cold?” asked Arden.


“I’m hot.” She felt like an inferno was building in her cunt, growing and spreading out to her extremities. Hailey ran her hands over Arden’s shoulders and chest, savoring the firmness of his muscles. He was larger than life, visibly perfect and beyond tempting. Wicked thoughts flitted in her head. She wanted the cowboy duo to take control of her body, make her theirs. Any inhibitions she may have had fled the moment they both agreed to share.


Callum’s tongue swiped up her folds, startling her. The intensity was all consuming, making her knees weak. She couldn’t believe he’d just licked her pussy. And she wanted more. He secured her hips with his big hands, suckling her clit and exploring with his lively tongue. The sensations were electric. Each time Callum would clear his throat, the brief respite only added to her growing bliss.


Arden grabbed her wrist and brought it to the front of his black jeans. His cock was ramrod hard, making her gasp. He smirked, a devilish tilt of the lips. “You have no idea what you’re in store for, sweetheart.”


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RIDING RED by Nadia Aidan

RIDING RED by Nadia Aidan

Book three in The Downing Brothers Series

Stuck in close quarters with the two wickedest, wildest Downing brothers of them all, Teresa West had better prepare herself for the most sensually erotic experience of her life...

Ever since her best friend married one of the infamous Downing brothers, Teresa West cannot seem to shake aggravating playboy, Jeff Downing - the third eldest and undoubtedly the wickedest and wildest of all the brothers. Just because his brother now lives on the neighbouring ranch with her best friend, doesn't mean Jeff Downing has any business being in Hockley, Texas so often. He's been in hot pursuit for a year now, and Teresa is starting to think Jeff either doesn't have a job, or he really needs a hobby - one that doesn't include her.

Jeff Downing would argue that no matter his job or hobby, his only purpose right now is to convince the fiery, stubborn redhead to let loose and live a little. His first order of business? To get Teresa West into his bed and keep her there, but she's not being as cooperative as he'd hoped. Actually, she's not being cooperative at all. She's spent a year ducking and dodging his advances. It's time for some drastic measures...which is why he's decided to enlist some help.

When a hurricane rips through the small town, Teresa has no choice but to seek shelter at Cottonmouth Ranch with the two youngest Downing brothers. She knows she will have to fend off Jeff's advances...but she never expected to have to battle her attraction to his brother, Jason, as well. Stuck in close quarters with the two Downing brothers, Teresa had better prepare herself for the most sensually erotic experience of her life.

Jeff Downing has pulled out all the stops and he won't be satisfied until he has Teresa West in his bed...where he plans to ride the red-haired vixen all night long. And once Jeff finally claims Teresa, he has no intention of letting her go...if he can convince her that she can trust him with her heart.

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Hard, hot, heart—pounding sex.
Those were the first, and sometimes only, words that came to mind when Teresa thought of Jeff Downing—an impressive six-foot-four package of hard, hot solid muscle who inspired every wicked, sensuous fantasy she could imagine. And when it came to Jeff Downing, she imagined many. Simply put, he made her wonder about, long for, crave a hard, hot, heart—pounding endless night of dirty, sweaty sex.

Teresa grimaced at her body's wanton reaction. Just thinking about the arrogant, obnoxious, jerk of a man made her body tingle, so no surprise that it was even worse when he was there in the flesh. Every time he came to visit, which nowadays was quite frequently, she experienced a shameful yearning for a man she loathed, a man she swore she couldn't stand. Yeah right. She snorted. If she loathed him so much then why was it just the faint sound of his car powering down the road had her pussy throbbing with anticipation? Why had her nipples budded tight the moment she'd recognised that all too familiar and quite distinctive mechanical purr in the distance?

As the vehicle drew closer, the dim hum soon gave way to the pulsing, pounding roar of a V8 engine, and even before the car rolled into her best friend's driveway, Teresa West knew it was Jeff Downing.

Sleek, black and silver, trimmed in chrome, Jeff's late model Ford Mustang was every bit as brazen and bold as its owner. With narrowed eyes, she watched it crawl along the dirt road until finally it came to a halt before her.

Squinting against the bright glare of the afternoon sun, her next breath dragged slowly through her chest when the driver—side door swung open. Steel toe leather boots—expensive boots, Armani boots—hit the ground first. Who wears Armani to a ranch? Teresa shook her head, because she knew exactly who would do such a thing, and to her annoyance she had to admire his grit, because he was the only man who could get away with it, and he knew it.

Without a doubt, Jeff Downing was a one of a kind—authentic and original. And as he unfolded his densely muscled frame from the car to flash a wicked grin her way, Teresa could only glare back, because it was obvious to all that Jeff Downing indeed believed he was without equal. And while she would never, ever admit it to him, she had to begrudgingly concede...he was right.

Hidden behind black aviator shades were the striking ocean blue eyes, so clear that every time she looked into them, she could feel the waves cresting within her belly. As if he could hear her thoughts, he removed his glasses, and a shudder trembled through her as he snared her with those mesmerising eyes.

He marched towards her on those long, powerful legs of his, blocking out the sun which now beat against his wide back. Her breathing grew harsh as burnished amber rays caressed sun-bronzed skin, bringing highlights to his coal black hair.

He was breathtaking, he was a sinful, erotic temptation—
The slamming of the car door captured her attention and she glanced up just as another man—equally handsome and sensual, although not as darkly provocative as his older brother—climbed out of the car.

Jason Downing.
The youngest of the four Downing brothers.
Although, they all favoured one another, his resemblance to Jeff was so similar they were often mistaken for twins.

But twins they definitely were not. And her body was well aware of this.
While more practically dressed, Jason Downing exuded an alluring, enticing air of sexual confidence in faded jeans and a casual black button-down shirt that was open at the collar. He smiled at the same time he removed his sunglasses, and while she appreciated the handsome, charming man before her, she was all too cognisant of the fact that her belly didn't twist and churn when he flashed that dimpled grin, and her knees didn't shake in response.

Her stupid body only seemed to react so...stupidly to Jeff Downing and in such inappropriate, appalling ways—the knowledge of which irritated her to no end, causing her to lash out at its source the moment he came to a halt before her.

"I actually thought BJ was exaggerating, but I'm starting to believe you really don't have a job."

Much to her annoyance, Jeff's sensual lips curled higher into that classic, crooked grin that made him appear as if he had not a care in the world, and always sent a tremor racing down her back.

"No need to get all fussy, Red. 'Cause, if you missed me, darlin', all you had to do was just say so and I would have been here sooner."

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" she fumed, even as her belly fluttered from the sound of his deep, Southern drawl washing over her. "My hair is red, my name is Teresa, so use it. And I hate to shatter that big ego of yours but no one around here misses you, not when you're here damn near every other week."

He shrugged. "What can I say? I have interests to protect." And Teresa knew exactly what he meant by 'interests', but even if she would have been slow that day, the wolfish grin that spread across his face was telling. Even more so was the slow slide of his gaze along her body, which lingered for far too long on her rounded breasts.

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HOGTYING THE COWGIRL by Stacey Espino

HOGTYING THE COWGIRL by Stacey Espino

Ride 'Em Hard Book Three

Angel Garner is a young, spoiled cowgirl used to getting her own way. When Clay Roberts wins the stallion she covets at an auction, she's determined to make him sell the horse back. The only problem is the cowboy has no plans of humoring her.

Landon Wilder has had a crush on his friend's sister since before he can remember. He tries to help her get back her horse, but soon learns a trick or two from the man she claims to hate. Their sexual games soon inspire real emotion, complicating their ménage a trois. For them to have a lasting future together, it'll take two determined cowboys to properly break the stubborn, blonde filly.

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“If you both care about me so much, you should consider my needs.”

“What needs, baby-doll? Name it and it’s yours,” said Clay.

She bit her lower lip, letting it slowly slide out of her bite. “My body’s all hot and tingly. You can’t expect me to have two gorgeous cowboys in the room and not get aroused.”

Landon smirked. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

She swatted him. He’d always be her best friend, but now she’d have the best of both worlds. “Clay’s been torturing me, walking around half-naked, doing push-ups by the fire while all I can do is watch.”

Clay found amusement in her words now, too. He sat on the coffee table close to the sofa. “I was afraid to hurt you. That wasn’t a little fall.” He leaned forward and ran the pad of this thumb over her moist lips. “Tell me what you want.” Angel closed her eyes and savored his touch.

“I want you both to make love to me, to stop treating me like an invalid.”

“You’ve got a broken wrist,” said Landon. “We could hurt you.”

She would not lose this battle. Their reluctance to hop in the sack with her only made her pussy pulse stronger. Big, strong cowboys with raging libidos refusing her because they loved her more than satisfying their urges? It was unheard of. But she wanted them all the more because of it. “Don’t you dare refuse me, Landon. You’ve been gone for over a week without a word.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if I ate your pussy. You could just lie still with your legs open.”

Her folds were soaked, her skin crawling with need. “Yes,” she managed to say. It was a start, and she knew they wouldn’t deny her once things began heating up.

“I just washed her myself,” said Clay. “Her little pussy is sparkling clean.”

“No matter, I’d eat her anyways.” Landon got to his feet and shrugged off his padded jacket, and then pulled the quilt off her body. She was only wearing her panties and one of Clay’s old T-shirts. “Good Lord, look at the size of that bruise!”

Her hip and upper leg were nearly black, but in honesty looked worse than they felt. She’d taken the brunt of the fall on her side, but it was her wrist that broke. “I’m fine.” Angel parted her legs to pull his attention to her swollen cunt. Her panties were nearly soaked through from arousal.

Landon carefully slipped her panties down her legs and pushed her T-shirt up past her breasts. He growled as his eyes roamed over her nudity. She turned to look at Clay. He was already unbuckling his belt, watching intently.

“What happens if her blood pressure rises too high?” asked Landon as he caressed her inner thighs.

Clay shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“It’s a mild fracture in my wrist. It has nothing to do with my pussy.” She reached between her legs and touched her clit. Just the contact made her gasp. What would Landon’s warm tongue feel like? She was afire with anticipation.

“Give her a lick and see what happens.” Clay massaged behind his neck, all those toned muscles moving and shifting deliciously.

Landon didn’t disagree. He spread her thighs tenderly and lowered his blond head between her legs. He did just as Clay suggested—one long, firm swipe of his flattened tongue up the length of her folds. “How’s that?” he asked.

“More.” She’d gotten a taste and was desperate to come, to feel that blinding rush of power explode from within her. Angel was too damn pent up, and it was getting uncomfortable.

“Yes, ma’am.” Landon stripped off his shirt and settled in comfortably. His skin against hers sizzled. She felt his hot breath first. When his mouth lowered over her clit, so warm and moist, she felt a calming effect flood her veins. She sank into the sofa cushions and closed her eyes. This was heaven, and exactly what she’d been missing.

He was so skilled with his tongue, using just the right amount of speed and pressure to bring her quickly to a peak without making her feel too overwhelmed. She savored his suckling, the way his tongue delved in her cunt and teeth gently nipped her labia. With all her needs put on hold, she came to a precipice within minutes, the rush of energy traveling at lightning speed through her body until all that heat collected in her pussy. “Landon! Oh my God,” she chanted. It was there on the cusp. She wanted to jump over the edge as much as she wanted to savor the ecstasy of that preorgasmic zone.

He didn’t give her a choice. Landon picked up the speed, and it only took a few more tugs from his lips to pull her orgasm free. She called out, a deep throaty sound. He continued to clamp his mouth over her as she rode out her contractions. Her hips were off the sofa, his arms curled around her thighs. When the rush settled, she grabbed a lock of Landon’s hair and pulled up. “No more,” she panted.

“You’re still alive,” said Clay. “Now we know you won’t break.” His words were a mix of warning and teasing. What plan was he hatching behind those dark, wicked eyes?


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HARDCORE COWBOYS by Stacey Espino

HARDCORE COWBOYS by Stacey Espino

Ride 'em Hard Book 1

Samantha has one week off work to explore the country, not expecting a snow storm to nearly take her life. She never anticipates finding love and salvation in the hands of the three Carson brothers. Her cowboy saviors have no problem sharing, pulling her deeper into their world of erotic pleasures each day she remains on their ranch.

Wyatt and his twin brothers, Cord and Val, need inspiration in the worst way. When Samantha comes into their lives, she gives them a purpose, and fulfills all their desires. There's no way they can let her return to the city. But can they convince the independent brunette to let them take care of her - forever?

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“Now lie on your back and reach your arms above your head.”

Samantha complied, the cool coverlet chilling her back, making her nipples pebble. Cord knew what he was doing, tying her wrists in gentle but firm knots before securing them to the headboard. Yes. This was exactly what she craved—to be dominated by her cowboys.

The bed dipped as Val sat on the opposite side. She turned her head to see Cord’s mirror image staring back at her with a naughty smirk. He held up a pink rubber toy, no doubt the butt plug Wyatt warned her about.

“Thought you’d like the color.” Val winked and then applied lube over the rounded tip. “Shift to your side, darlin’.”

She twisted awkwardly with her arms stretched and secured above her head. Cord held one of her cheeks apart as Val pressed the cool, moist end of the toy against her ass. Her breathing picked up, not knowing what to expect. She dare not ask questions and break the rules, not when she was desperate for an orgasm. Many orgasms.

Val twisted the butt plug into her ass with slow, consistent pressure. Wyatt was still standing at the end of the bed watching. His muscled shoulders were so broad. She wanted to grab hold while he fucked her raw. The dark lust in his eyes promised hours of depraved pleasure.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Val kissed her shoulder blade. “That’ll prepare you for later.” He playfully slapped her butt before slipping off the bed. She rolled to her back, cringing when the plug shifted inside her.

“I’ve dreamed of these tits.” Cord leaned over and sucked her breast into his warm, hot mouth. It felt like heaven. Her stomach rumbled and he heard, pulling free from her breast. “Hungry?” He frowned and jerked his head to his twin.

Val returned with some of the food from the buffet. Cord held her head up slightly, and Val slipped sweet, plump blueberries into her mouth, one at a time. The act of feeding her was sensual, loving, erotic.

“Not too much. You’ll get a stomachache once we start fucking you,” said Cord.

Wyatt passed him something out of her sight, and then Cord trailed a brush down her center from her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to her clit. She could smell the deep, rich scent of chocolate. He twirled the brush around her clit, teasing her hypersensitive bud. When he brought a chocolate-covered thumb to her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it, savoring the flavor and the illicit act.

“What’s your favorite thing besides that old mare of yours, Cord?” asked Val.

He narrowed his hypnotizing blue eyes at her like a wild animal about to strike, his thumb still between her lips. “Chocolate.”

How would she ever survive the night? Cord started at her neck, licking and sucking, hitting every hypersensitive nerve on his descent to her breasts. But he never tended to her aching nipples, only slid his firm tongue down her center, following the trail of melted chocolate. She squealed when he passed her stomach, the tickly sensation making her squirm, but she stifled the sound as soon as it escaped her lips. Immediately, she turned to Wyatt, still rooted in place. Was that a scowl or was she just paranoid?

She knew where Cord was heading next. Her cunt burned and ached, and they’d only just begun. She wanted to be filled but knew they’d only deny her if she spoke up and asked for what she needed. When his tongue met her clit, she bolted upright, arching into his face. Her body had a mind of its own, her nerves and tense muscles controlling the woman.

“She’s ripe,” said Val as Cord continued to eat her pussy.

She tugged on her binds, desperate for a respite from his wicked tongue, but he didn’t even give her time to catch her breath. The exquisite torture continued on and on and on, as if he wanted her to submit, wanted her to break the rules.

“No more!” she cried. As soon as she closed her mouth, her eyes darted to Wyatt. He had a smirk on his previously stoic face, and he left the room briefly before returning. Uh-oh. “You set me up, Cordell Carson!”

He rose to his knees and licked his thick lips, glistening from her natural juices. With his golden tan, his blue eyes were so much more dominant on his face, his hair naturally highlighted with new blond streaks. So handsome. So tempting. And she had an identical copy of him for her enjoyment, and Wyatt. “Someone had to get the party started.”

“Roll her over.” That smooth, deep voice rolled straight down her body, settling between her legs. Wyatt held something in his hand, but before she could get a good look, Cord flipped her to her stomach. “Naughty, naughty, Samantha. Whatever should I do with you?”

Spank me.

“You ran away from us, but you’re never going to do that again, are you?”

She shook her head, not sure if she was allowed to answer or not.

“That’s right, you won’t. And for all the suffering you put me through, you’ll be punished.” Wyatt held up his choice weapon—a leather-covered paddle. She could see the excitement glittering in his eyes. What she really wanted was his big, strong hand, like last time.

“Put us through,” Cord added. They all wanted to punish her?

She braced for the impact of the tool on her rear, but she was surprised to get a gentle hand warming circles over her skin instead. When the hand moved, the paddle came down. Something about the sound of the contact, the fleshy, solid impact was exquisite to her ears. The vibration traveled straight to her already stimulated clit. The sequence continued, harder, a mix of pain and pleasure—nothing she couldn’t handle, nothing she didn’t want.

When Val kissed her cheek, he gave her a warning. “Get ready, sweetheart. I doubt you’ll be able to keep quiet for long with this turned on.” He flicked something on the butt plug, and it began to vibrate. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. The sheer intensity drove her mad.

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ANNA DOUBLES DOWN by Missy Martine

ANNA DOUBLES DOWN by Missy Martine

Anna can't believe how much the woman in the picture looks like her. They could be twins, except the picture was taken in 1871. Either she's a relative, or Anna had a past life in Hamilton, Nevada. Either way, the temptation to visit the old ghost town is too much. She and her friend Kat travel west.

While off exploring on her own, Anna is knocked unconscious when she falls down the steps in the saloon. She can hardly believe her eyes when she wakes.

Beau and Zeke won the Silver Rush Saloon in a poker game and have been partners and secret lovers for over ten years. They don't know what to make of the woman they found half-dressed in their cellar. She claims to know something terrible that's about to happen to their town and needs their help.

Will Anna be able to win their love and trust before it's too late?

*5 STARS - The Romance Studio   *4.5 STARS - Manic Readers

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Anna waited in silence for a moment and then heard footsteps coming closer. “Down here,” she screamed. Suddenly, a sound had her head turning toward the right. Above her, to the left, an opening appeared where a strange, amber glow illuminated a man. “Holy shit!”

Blinking her eyes to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, Anna stared at the vision above her. A half-dressed man was staring down at her. An old wick lantern in his hand highlighted a hard, sinewy body with broad shoulders and a worried frown on his long-jawed face. His bare chest gleamed in the lamplight, his belly flat with an intriguing bulge in the front of his pants. He took a couple of steps down, and another tall, lanky man appeared in the shadows behind him.

“Who the hell are you and how’d you get in here?”

The man holding the lantern spoke harshly, his hand gripped into a fist at his side. Realizing she was alone, with two half-dressed men, Anna felt her lips tremble, her mouth going dry as she took a couple of steps backward. She felt frozen, her heart racing, the sound of her heartbeat roaring in her ears.

“Darlin’, it’s all right. You don’t have to be afraid of us.” The shadowy man’s voice came from the darkness as blackness closed in around Anna.

* * *

Zeke blinked and then swallowed hard at the sight before him. He’d never seen anything like her. She didn’t appear to be very tall, and she was barely dressed. It looked like she wore some newfangled female undergarments he’d never seen before. Short drawers that barely came down to her knees and some kind of skimpy chemise that left her belly button showing were all that covered her. Where the hell were her clothes?

The light wasn’t good enough to see much, but if he lived to be a hundred, he’d never forget the wild, doe-eyed look in her eyes as she stared up at him in stark terror as she backed away. He took another step down, wanting more than anything to calm her, and froze in horror as her pupils rolled back in her head and she swayed to the side in a dead faint.

“Damn it to hell!” Zeke put the kerosene lamp on the step and rushed down to the fallen woman.

“Is she alive?” Beau asked as he picked up the lamp coming down the steps.

“Yeah, she just fainted.” Zeke easily plucked the small woman from the floor and caught his breath. Her clothing didn’t hide much, and she was a buxom woman.

“Is she naked?”

Zeke grinned, looking over his shoulder at Beau. “Damn near.” He looked back at the skimpy material covering the woman’s breasts. “There’s something written on her chemise.”

“Bring her closer so I can see.” Beau moved to the bottom of the steps. He held the lamp close to the woman’s chest and stared at the words across her bosoms. “Nurses do it with care.” He looked up at Zeke. “What the devil does that mean?”

Zeke shrugged. “Beats the hell out of me.” He glanced down at his bundle. “What am I supposed to do with her now?”

“For crying out loud, Zeke. What do you think you’re supposed to do? Carry her upstairs and put her in the bed.” Beau started up the stairs holding the lamp so Zeke could see the steps.

“Why don’t we just call Bart to come get her?” He ran his cheek along her soft hair as he climbed the steps. “She’s bound to be one of his girls.”

“Maybe, maybe not. I saw the fear on her face right before she passed out. We’re not turning any woman over to a man she’s afraid of. There had to be some reason that made her hide out in our cellar.”

Zeke continued on in silence until he laid her out on the feather bed in his partner’s room. Beau lit a second lamp and brought it in to set on the dresser. With the added light they could both see the treasure they’d unearthed. Soft, shoulder-length hair the color of ripe raspberries in the field draped across the white muslin sheets. Her creamy skin was the color of eggshells with just a touch of sunburn across her nose.

“What’s this on her feet?” Beau had lifted one of her legs and was staring at some type of mangled shoe on her foot. “What do you suppose happened to her shoes?” His hand caressed her leg briefly. “Hell, she’s as smooth as a baby’s butt.”

Zeke looked closer at her shoes and frowned. They were brown leather with straps across the top of her foot and behind her heel with only a thin piece of something soft underneath to walk on.

“Damn, look at that!”

“What?” Zeke peered closer.

“She’s got some kind of paint or something on her toes.”

Zeke focused in on her feet and saw a light pink covering on her toenails. “I never seen nothing like it.”

“She’s got it on her fingers, too.” Beau held up one of her hands for his inspection.

“What the hell kind of belt is that?” Zeke looked at the leather around her waist more closely. “Hell, it’s stretchy on the sides but it ain’t holding nothing up. It’s not threaded through any loops.” He poked the large pouch on the front. “It looks like some kind of wallet on here.”

“Kat?”

Both men jumped back when the woman began awakening. She groaned harshly and tried to roll over.

“Hang on, little darlin’. Don’t be moving too fast.” Beau put a hand on her arm.

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Work-roughened palms with long, tapering fingers roughly untied the rope at her waist and yanked the loose pants down her thighs. She groaned and let her fingers slide through Zeke’s hair when he nuzzled her mound over the satiny cloth of her thong. “Darlin’, you’ve got some of the strangest drawers I’ve ever seen. There’s practically nothing to ’em.” He ran his thumb over the silky nub of her panties eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.

Beau pulled her hand away, forcing her arms back as he unfastened and pulled off her shirt. She became pliant as he kissed every inch of the skin he exposed, his hand sliding down her back to rest on the swell of her ass. She could feel him tugging on the elastic of her thong. “I wanna see you, Anna.”

“Yeah, me too.” Zeke slid the tiny scrap of material down her legs letting his fingers run through her feminine curls. “You’re so silky here.”

“Let me see.” Beau’s hand snaked around her hip, his fingers skimming over her pussy lips. “Damn, she’s sopping wet.”

Zeke reached between her legs to brush a fingertip across the hood of her throbbing clit. “I can’t wait any longer, Beau.” He dropped to his knees and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb. Leaning close, he replaced his hand with his mouth and ran his tongue up the slit of her wet pussy.

“No!” Anna cried out when Beau pulled her away from the fiery pleasure of Zeke’s mouth.

“Patience, Anna. We just need to get a little more comfortable.” He scooped her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Now we can all get down to business.”

Anna watched the two men quickly strip off their clothes. Their chiseled, work-roughened features causing the breath to catch in her throat. Both men sported impressive erections, and both were already leaking pre-cum. She swallowed hard. “What about protection?”

Beau gave her a wink as he climbed onto the bed. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll make sure to pull out in time. We won’t be leaving you with a babe.”

Anna forced herself to concentrate as Zeke snuggled close on her other side. “No, that’s not what I mean. You can’t get me pregnant, at least not right now.”

Zeke placed a hand on her chin and forced her gaze up to his. “I’m so sorry, Anna. You can’t have children?”

“No, I mean yes, I probably can. I just wouldn’t be able to get pregnant for a few months. I just had my Depo shot before we left on vacation.” She sighed at the puzzled frowns on their faces. “It’s an injection the doctor gives me a few times a year that keeps me from getting pregnant. That way I get to decide when I want to have a baby.”

“Guess we don’t have to ask if you’ve been with a man before.” Beau smoothed the hair away from her face.

“Well, yes, I’ve had a couple of relationships with men.” She watched their faces carefully. “Does that make a difference?”

“Absolutely not!”

“No, honey, not at all.”

Anna giggled. “I’m glad it doesn’t bother you.”

“If you can’t conceive a child, then why were you asking about protection?” Zeke moved over and settled between her spread thighs.

His warm breath on her stomach made it difficult for Anna to voice her thoughts. “I meant condoms, you know, for disease.” She took a deep breath. “Not that I’m sick or anything, I mean I’m clean and I’m sure you are, too, but it always pays to be careful.” She could feel herself flushing as she rambled on.

“What are you—”

“I know what she’s talking about.” Beau ran his hand through Zeke’s hair. “I read about ’em. Some kind of little coverings men could use to catch their seed so they didn’t spill into their woman’s body.”

“I never heard of such a thing.” Zeke leaned close and blew gently on her spread pussy. “As far as I know there’s nothing like that around here.”

Anna groaned and closed her eyes as she brushed her hand along the bristly roughness of his unshaven beard. She could feel the muffled heat of his breath flicker across her abdomen. “I guess it’ll have to be okay then.” She lost the ability to talk when Zeke stroked her clit with his thumb, his fingers working their way inside her. She began to pant as he rubbed gentle circles around the tiny nub.

“You’re so beautiful.” Beau kissed her eyelids softly, his hand caressing across the skin of her chest. His lips roamed over to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck while his fingers teased the sensitive tip of her breast, making maddeningly slow circles around the peak. He pinched and kneaded each nipple in turn before lifting her breast in his hand. He circled her nipple with his tongue just before he sucked it deep inside his mouth.

“Spread your legs wider,” Zeke ordered. He settled his upper body even lower between her spread thighs and licked her from bottom to top. “God, you taste like sweet honey.” He laved her most intimate places with his hot tongue, stroking down her slit and back up, swirling around her pulsing clit.

Anna groaned harshly when Beau’s thumb circled her nipple, torturing it into a hard bud before sucking it deep into his mouth. She couldn’t stop a moan from escaping when she felt the sharp nip of his teeth on her tender flesh.

Zeke opened her folds with his fingers and began to lick her clit in earnest while he penetrated her sheath with his fingers. He plucked and teased her swollen nub, slipping his thick index finger in and out before tracing her cleft again.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress as an orgasm washed through her senses.

Zeke threw a hand across her abdomen, holding her still as he lapped and sucked until the last wave of pleasure receded.

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DAMAGED COWBOYS by Stacey Espino

DAMAGED COWBOYS by Stacey Espino

Emily returns to the country after a ten year absence. She's almost twenty-two and very much a woman.

Her first priority is getting into the pants of the three Macintosh brothers that she's never stopped thinking about over the years. They've sure grown up and have to be the hottest cowboys she's every known.

All three men easily fall in love with her, but aren't willing to share. With such strong feelings for each of the Macintosh brothers, she could never choose between them.

Her mission is to change their minds and convince them that sharing isn't so bad after all. In fact, it could be down right amazing!

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ADULT EXCERPT

“You two are driving me crazy,” said Aaron. He rose to his feet and fiddled in his night side table drawer, pullingout a tube of lube. He licked his lips in anticipation of whatever he was thinking. Next he snared one of his toys, this one a butt plug. Brad shook his head as Emily continued to suck him off. Aaron nodded in rebuttal and sat on the edge of the bed.

He didn’t want his brother to hurt Emily or go too far with the kink. She wasn’t one of his sluts and might not be into his sex games, though the thought of Aaron pressing the bulbous tip of the toy into Emily’s tight ass made his dick harder than steel. She responded by deep-throating his cock. He grasped a handful of her hair and tossed his head back with a growl.

“Damn, Emily. You’re killing me.”

Aaron squeezed some lube on the plug and then shifted her legs open with his free hand. With a thumb and fingers, he spread her cheeks, revealing the tight pink rosette. The pleasure of Emily’s hot mouth and silky tongue on his dick, plus the anticipation of Aaron hitting home with the toy, had him skittering dangerously close to orgasm. He wanted release, but he also wanted the night to last forever.

Aaron pressed the rubber toy against her anus and twisted and turned while pushing forward. Emily pulled off Brad’s dick and clenched the comforter in both fists.

“Shhh. Relax, darlin.’” Brad took up massaging her neck to relax her, his dick swinging free and fully aroused in the air.

He nodded to Aaron once the muscles in her shoulders eased, and he continued to work the plug past her tight anal ring. Brad remembered the day he’d stolen the virginity from that tight ass. He wanted to fuck her every way and over again. She was the Macintosh brothers’ little toy, their Barbie doll, to play with and keep.

Emily called out when the butt plug jolted inside her, secured by her unforgiving sphincter muscles. By the time Aaron moved his hand, she was moaning with desire. She ground her clit into the mattress, writhing and panting.

They both rolled her over. Aaron parted her legs at the knees. Brad had to take a look as well. Her pussy glistened with an overflow of moisture, and the plug protruding from her nether hole looked erotic as hell. He traced her slit with his finger and dipped deep into her moist heat. Her walls contracted around his digit. He slid out and was brushed aside by Aaron.

Aaron climbed up on the bed and dropped flat on his stomach, burying his face in her pussy, tasting, lapping and sucking with vigor.

Emily watched him watching Aaron. Everything felt so right. He had no animosity for his brother and no ill feelings for their woman. Emily had been right, though. The party wasn’t complete without Carter. Brad hated that his brother was denying himself when he loved Emily as much as he did.

Brad maintained eye contact with the stunning blonde as she writhed and bucked against Aaron’s mouth. Her full breasts jiggled with her movements, and the firm pink pearls begged for his attention. He sat beside her prone body and bent over to capture the sensitive flesh in his mouth. She reached for him, holding his head against her tits, demanding that he suck her harder. He lavished one breast with his tongue and kneaded the other until he had a chance to attend it.

When his hand was brushed away, he opened his eyes and released the suction he had on Emily’s nipple. Carter knelt on the other side of the bed, gazing into Emily’s bright blue eyes.

“Thank you, Carter. I need you,” she said. Carter kissed her passionately. Brad returned to her breast, suckling like an infant. A minute later, he glanced up to see Carter engorging himself on the sweet young flesh of her other breast.

“I’m almost there, Aaron,” she muttered. “Just a little…more.” Her orgasm ripped through her. Brad and Carter both had to hold her down as Aaron ate her pussy clean. When her body went limp, Brad kicked off his pants and climbed over her body.

“I’ve gotta have you, Emily. You ready for more?” asked Brad.

“Oh, yeah. I’m ready for all you.” She closed her eyes and ran her hands over the broadness of his shoulders as he hovered over her.

She opened her legs and pulled her knees up high. His dick was rock hard and easily penetrated her slick sheath in a single powerful thrust. He didn’t hold back or start slow and work his way up but forcibly pumped his cock in and out of her without mercy. Her pussy gripped him tightly and each thrust had him losing his senses. He nuzzled her neck, absorbing her unique scent as he lost himself completely. Emily screamed with erotic need with every brutal pump of his hips, encouraging him to ride her faster and harder.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me, Brad. More!”

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