COMING JANUARY 14th to EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING
Menage a Quatre Cowboy Romance
Christina is an ordinary woman, working a dead-end job as a bank teller. When her late grandmother gives her the gift of a luxury vacation, she looks forward to the break from reality. But instead of an upscale resort, she arrives at a working ranch with three dead sexy cowboys. They may not offer to give her the spa treatment, but they're eager to please her in other ways.
Just when the relationship between the Christina and her cowboys moves to the next level, she's forced to leave the ranch in order to protect the men she loves. She runs from them, knowing that if they catch her, she won't be able to stay away. But being together seems destined to failure. Can they overcome the obstacles facing their loving ménage?
She felt surrounded—she was surrounded. The heat from their bodies warmed her sensitive flesh. She felt like a princess, so wanted, so adored. This was a beautiful dream that she half expected to wake up from. Christina may have been invisible back home, but here, she was the center of attention. How could she ever say good-bye to the best thing that ever happened to her?
Her thoughts drifted to the virility of these men. As James kicked off his pants, committing to this sex party, her eyes darted to his cock. She remembered how it felt against her tongue. There were three cocks vying for attention and only one of her. Her pussy pulsed as she envisioned taking all three of them.
"Tell me what you want, Christina." Her name on James' lips was erotic as hell. She never imagined him accepting her, not dismissing her, but here he was, offering himself. "Do you want me to suck your sweet little cunt?"
She couldn't reply, only gulped in a lung full of air, but her parted lips and hooded eyes were invitation. He crept up her body, peppering kisses along her stomach and the valley of her breasts.
"Please, James." She wanted him to please her…in any way imaginable. At the same time as she wanted sexual release, she wanted promises. Promises that he wouldn't walk away this time. Only now did she realize how many feelings she'd kept pent up over the past couple months. She tried to forget James, to ignore his casual dismissal, but it did affect her. Strongly. Each man at Golden Acres was unique, yet damaged in some way. She'd always been attracted to imperfect men, hoping to attain their love and heal them at the same time.
"Tell me." He licked her pert nipple, making her gasp and reach for his broad shoulders.
"Anything. Stop teasing."
He reversed until his hot breath heated her folds. James spread her legs at the knees and Jake's hands were there to keep them apart. When he lowered his head and lapped at her moist, swollen pussy, she thrashed her head from side to side.
The fact that James pleasured her, giving rather than just taking, meant a lot to her. She savored the feel of his lips and tongue exploring her pussy and suckling her clit. It took little time before she lost control. "No more, James!" It was too much, so intense that she thought she'd lose her mind if he continued.
"Relax, darlin'." Noah kissed her cheek, his stubble scraping her soft skin. "You've gotta relax before you can really enjoy yourself."
"I can't," she assured, tightening her muscles. "I can't…"
Noah descended to her breast. She was so exposed and didn't care for a second. These men made her feel desirable despite her many flaws. The sharp pull on her other tit made her gasp. Both dark heads stole a breast. The overflow of stimulation had her calling out with complete abandon.
"Oh my God!" Then her voice left her, but her mouth remained open. Her blood began to burn, starting in her toes and racing up her limbs. A new calm filled her, eliminating her oversensitivity. Everything the men did made her transcend her body. She felt as if she were floating and she never wanted it to end. She dropped her legs loosely to the sides and thrust up into James eager mouth. "Don't stop."
"That's a girl." Jake kissed her lips, once. "I can't wait to get inside you. I'm gonna fuck you good and hard." His strangled words stole her last shred of control and the heat climbing her body pooled in her clit…building…building. Then she exploded, wave after wave of heavenly bliss crashing through her body. She sucked in short shallow breaths.
"Let go, sweet thing," Noah whispered in her ear, his rough hand massaging her breast.
She wanted to scream with her release, had difficulty holding back, but refused to embarrass herself. Letting go completely, allowing that tsunami of pleasure to control her felt too intimate. There was still a sprinkling of fear within her that was scared of rejection, of disapproval.
When James sat up, looking down on her, he shook his head in disapproval. "By the time we're finished with you, you'll be screaming. Promise you that." She liked that promise, looked forward to whatever they had planned for her body.