Riding Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  She did as she was ordered, as any good sub would do. Yet instead of putting his mouth to her pussy as she’d hoped he’d do, he skimmed the spur over her folds and in between them. She tensed, suddenly all too aware of the sharp edge against her clit.

  Trust was an important, if not the most important, aspect of a Dom/sub relationship and she trusted them with not only her body, but her life, too.

  Gage nibbled on her neck, watching as his brother worked the tines back and forth over her clit. She cried out at the pain, but it was pain that led to pleasure.

  “Color, baby?”

  “Green, Master William.”

  He pressed a little harder. Her clit throbbed, pulsing against the hard metal.

  “Master, please.”

  William continued using the spur on her, letting it move from her clit, then teasing the entrance to her pussy before coming back to give her more incredible stings of pleasure. “Please what, baby?”

  Gage moaned, playing with her breasts, fondling them, squeezing them as he rocked back and forth, his cock pressed against her butt crack. “Damn, but I want to stick my cock in you.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” She added the word with a quick wink. “Master.”

  “Yeah. What are we waiting for?” William took hold of her, bringing her against him even with her arms still bound behind her back. He swung her around and let out a whoop.

  “Put me down!”

  He did, obeying her as she’d always obey them. “Let’s get on the blanket.”

  “No. Not yet.”

  They turned together to face Gage. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t like the look on Gage’s face. He was usually serious, but now he was even more so.

  “Yeah, what’s wrong?”

  “William, there are things that have to be done first.”

  “He’s right.” William stepped back.

  What were they doing? Why didn’t they already have her on her back? Why weren’t they making love to her? But as a good sub, she stood in front of William and waited. “Did I do something wrong, masters?”

  “Not a damn thing.” Gage went to the pickup and reached behind the seat.

  She couldn’t see what he’d gotten until he came and stood next to William. Her heart pounded at the sight of the bejeweled collar he held.

  “Eva Marie, I know we’ve already talked about this, but let’s make it official. We want you to be our exclusive submissive.”

  “I thought I already was.”

  “Yeah, but we want to make it official. In fact, if you want a collaring ceremony, then you’ll have it. Is that why you haven’t said yes yet?”

  She struggled to keep her emotions in check. “I don’t care about a ceremony. And yes.” She swallowed, trying to clear her throat that had all of a sudden closed up. “I’d be honored to be your exclusive sub. Thank you, masters.”

  “You had us going for a minute.” William nodded at Gage. “Go ahead, man. Put it on her.”

  Gage put the collar around her neck, then hooked it in the back. “You don’t have to wear this except while you’re working. And you don’t have to be our submissive at home.”

  William reached behind her and tugged her hands free. He went down on one knee with his brother doing the same. “We’d rather have a wife at home.”

  They’d surprised her by giving her the collar, but the black box William brought out almost buckled her knees. “Oh, my.”

  He flipped the box opened. A huge sparkling diamond flashed against the black velvet.

  “Eva Marie McAlister, will you be our wife?”

  “I can’t marry both of you.” It wasn’t the most romantic thing to say, but it was the first thought that had popped into her mind.

  “We already tossed a coin. Since I was the one who took your virginity, Gage is the lucky one you’ll legally marry. But I’ll be just as much a husband to you as he’ll be. So is your answer yes?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She fell to her knees, held out her hand, and caught her breath as William slipped the ring onto her finger.

  She wasn’t sure what happened next. Maybe it was the excitement that muddled her mind. Maybe it was having them strip off their clothes and carry her to the blanket. Happiness filled her, revving her body up to accept theirs.

  They lay next to her, running their hands over her body, murmuring how much they loved her. With their collar around her neck and their ring on her finger, she felt like the luckiest woman alive.

  Gage slid his body over hers, then entered her, driving his huge cock in fast and hard. “Eva Marie, at the risk of sounding like my sappy brother, how the hell did we get you as our sub?”

  “Just lucky, I guess.” She laughed and nibbled at the corner of his mouth.

  “Damn straight.” He pulled her onto her side, then resumed his plunges into her. His body set up a rhythm matching the song playing on the truck’s radio.

  William moved behind her, his fingers playing in her dark hole, stretching her, preparing her. When something cool came, she realized he was ready to penetrate her.

  He whispered in her ear as he parted her butt cheeks. “Just remember to breathe.”

  And then he entered her.

  Like the time before, he took it easy, making sure she was ready. And she was. She was more than ready.

  She let out a cry that took her breath along for the ride. Swept away by the men she loved, she gave herself to them, fully and for always. Their bodies moved together, three joining as one.

  The sunlight beat down on them, but it was no match for the heat created by their bodies. Naked, bared in more ways than one, she made love to the men she’d taken as her Doms and her lovers. Giving them caresses that equaled the ones they gave her, she let herself go, reveling in the freedom to open herself to them without holding anything back.

  William moaned, bringing his palm down to spank her bottom. Like all the times before, they’d had some pain to bring the pleasure to a higher peak. He smacked her again as Gage caught a nipple and twisted it. She cried out, uncaring if anyone heard them.

  Undulating her body, she felt their cocks inside her, driving deeper, thrusting faster. If she’d known how wonderful it was to be with them, she would’ve given herself to them sooner. But the past was the past. The future was still to be had.

  The incredible friction they set up on both sides of her somehow met in the middle. A tornado of lust, of hunger whirled inside her, driving her ever closer to her release. As much as she wanted to make it last, to postpone the final moment, having them with her, feeling safe within their arms, pushed her past her limit.

  Clutching to Gage while reaching around for William, she clung to them, riding them to the finish. When her climax hit her, seconds before they groaned out their releases, she let herself go, flying over the last hurdle and racing into the wind. They were her stallions and she was their rider.

  Cries and moans mixed together until, at last, the shudders they shared died away. She lay exhausted beside them as they struggled to find their breaths.

  Looking up into the blue Texas sky, she smiled. “So? Was that time as good as the first?”

  “Hell yeah, it was.” Gage’s enthusiastic shout had her laughing.

  William, however, turned on his side and grinned. “Of course it was. But there’s one thing I still want you to do.”

  “Anything. Just ask.” She traced a finger along his arm. “Or better yet, command it.”

  He rolled onto his back and pulled her along with him. Gage let out a curse, lamenting the fact that he hadn’t thought to get her first. She sat on top of William and felt his flaccid cock rise again.

  “Ride me, baby.”

  “And then me, darlin’.”

  She fingered the collar, then held out her hand to admire her ring. “My pleasure. What else would a good sub and wife do, but ride her cowboy Doms?”

  THE END

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  Jane
Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.

  Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was, and remains, downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.

  Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.

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