Contemporary Cowboys 3
Sexual Affection
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.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 34,415 words
SEXUAL AFFECTION
Contemporary Cowboys 3
Natalie Acres
LOVEEDGE
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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SEXUAL AFFECTION
Copyright © 2014 by Natalie Acres
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DEDICATION
For all the truckers and cowboys who patiently waited in line for their turn to pick up or unload livestock at Smith Place Road. There’s rarely a night when I close my eyes that I can’t see the eighteen-wheelers lined up for miles or hear the cattle bellowing in the distance. Each of you had a role in making my dreams come true. Many of your stories are within the pages of my books, with a dash of spice added here or there. Very often I write for and because of you.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
About the Author
SEXUAL AFFECTION
Contemporary Cowboys 3
NATALIE ACRES
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
“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 his 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 smacked 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 food 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 and 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 cheap 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.
Mason envied the hell out of him. He’d love to do the whole flowers, dinner, and romance scene, too. Unfortunately, Melanie’s mom was one of the women he wanted to take out on the town and she’d already said it wasn’t happening.
“So when do we get to meet Miss Thing?” Hales asked, focusing on Zak and leaving Mason alone for the time being.
Zak affixed his watch on his wrist with great care. “I’m not ready to introduce you yet.”
“Why not?” Hales waggled his brows. “Is it my charming personality or the fact that everyone says we look alike?”
“How about we leave it at your charming personality,” Zak teased, grinning so wide his dimples slipped up the sides of his cheeks and framed his mouth.
Mason snickered. “You’re sunk, man.”
Dante crossed his arms. “Says the man who wants to put a ring on his girlfriend’s mother’s hand.”
“False.” Mason hurriedly grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and tossed his biscuit wrapper in the garbage. “I’ll see you guys later. Trucks will be here soon or I’d sit around and talk trash with you.” He walked outside on the porch and decided to devil his brothers a bit. He stuck his head back in the kitchen and said, “The ring part was all wrong. I want a collar on that babe’s neck.”
He stood there long enough to gauge their looks of surprise then shut the door. Seconds later, he hauled ass to the barn. It was a mighty fine day at Blazier’s Farm and Stables. They were out of the gun business and back in the farming business.
Life was good.
* * * *
“What the hell is going on here?” Brandon flew out the door with Zak, Dallas, Dante, and Hales right behind him.
Liam and Kurt had just left with Coco heading to Johnson City for a day of shopping. Brandon had wanted to go with them but Mason had asked him to stick around.
Apparently the reason for his request had just arrived.
Eighteen-wheelers slowly rolled by the house, following the gravel drive up to the scale house and loading chute. The first one had paused long enough for the driver to ask Mason where he wanted the heifers.
Mason had indicated the first barn and the convoy continued. One driver after the next threw up his hand and waved in passing. The strong aroma of cow shit filled the air and the moos resounded along with the unmistakable sound of hooves clobbering the trailer beds as the cattle tried to maintain their footing on uneven terrain.
“Uh-oh,” Dallas said, stoic and standing next to Zak.
“This can’t be good,” Dante added.
“It’s not,” Zak grumbled, seeing his day with Drina flash before his very eyes. “Wait up, Brandon!”
“What the hell is going on here?” Brandon was blazing mad. He paced the length of the concrete patio. “Did you know about this?”
“No,” Zak replied, turning his attention to the youngest Blazier brother.
Mason looked happy as a clam. He stuffed his hands in his new blue jeans and rocked from one foot to the other. “You said we were going legal and I’ve been working hard to make that happen.”
“Please tell me you aren’t the city slicker the local farmers have been bitching about.” Brandon ran his hand through his hair.
“Bitchin’, why?” Mason frowned. “And obviously I’m not the problem, whatever it is. You boys know I don’t have one ounce of city in my blood.”
“Somebody has been running the cattle prices up at Abingdon Stockyard, Greenville, Knoxville, and Kingsport, too. Know anything about that?”
Mason turned toward the trucks when one of them seemed to have a problem with the grade at the end of the drive. “I haven’t been running up the cattle. If I did, it helped the local farmers.”
“You hurt some buyers and a few locals buying for an outfit out of Nebraska,” Brandon said, digging in his shirt pocket for his phone. “Here, look at these texts.”
As Mason scrolled through Brandon’s phone, Zak reluctantly dragged his cell from his pocket, too. He hit speed dial and was sent to Drina’s voice mail. She was probably in the shower. His mouth watered at what a sight that might have been, but pushing aside a fantasy, he finally managed a message. He kept his voice low and said, “Drina, we got a little problem out here at the farm. Mason bought up a few shipments of cattle and now we have to find a place to put ’em. With fences down, we’ll be lucky to finish up before midnight. I’ll call you later.”
“Mason, do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Brandon stomped to the left
and then the right. He clearly didn’t know if he was coming or going.
Mason crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot. “Guess you guys weren’t too serious about taking things to the next level and going legit. Is that it?”
“No! That is not it.” Brandon threw his hand up in the air. “You know what? I can’t deal with this right now. I haven’t even poured a first cup of coffee.” He stomped back to the porch. “Zak! You deal with him.”
“They don’t call you the sweeper for nothin’,” Dante muttered.
“I cleaned up arms deals, not cow shit,” Zak said, squinting to see what kind of trailer was making its way toward them now. “Mason! What the hell is that?” He pointed at a trailer full of ATVs.
“Don’t worry, big brother, I bought eight of ’em. A guy in Johnson City is closing his motorcycle and ATV store and he gave me a great deal.”
“Well, I guess he did,” Hales said, finally jumping in the conversation. “Some big Ike walks in and wants to buy eight of anything in this economy and the business owner probably saw you for what you were—a rich kid with big brother’s checkbook.”
“Brandon is gonna hit the roof,” Dallas grumbled, never moving a muscle.
“Hey, dude!” Mason cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at the driver. “Just pull around to the side and leave a key in each one of ’em!”
The driver nodded, waved, and followed the directions he’d been given.
“Is there something you boys aren’t telling me?” Mason asked.
“You might say that.” Dallas looked at Dante and shrugged. “Guess we’re goin’ legal now, huh?”
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