Smokin' Cowboys: A Contemporary, Reverse Harem Western (Loved By Three Book 1)

by Poppy Flynn

  “Honestly, it’s not a problem. A sandwich or something will be fine. You obviously weren’t expecting me.”

  “Nonsense,” Syrus said decisively. “You need to eat properly.” She wasn’t sure if that was genuine hospitality or a dig at her gaunt frame. Probably the former, she decided. She was just feeling a little defensive and self-conscious right now, but they seemed friendly enough. Well, except for Cody, who still looked like a smile might crack his face.

  “I’ll make up another guest bed,” he said gruffly, and straight away she was back to feeling like she was putting him out again. “But I’m afraid it’ll have to be in the attic, since the others are all taken.”

  The woman who had clung to him earlier fluttered her eyelashes again. “If you’re stuck for room, I can always bunk with you,” she purred suggestively.

  Cody just ignored her and went to do whatever it was he had planned, and it made Ellie at least feel a little better that he was just as surly with her too.

  When he came back down, a meal of tough steak, underdone jacket potato and a poor excuse for a salad was served. At least, Ellie thought to herself, she’d be able to make an improved contribution to the cooking. That made her feel a little better, if nothing else.

  When the clean-up had been done, Cody declared the need for a ‘chat’, and they all sat back down and looked at him expectantly. Ellie guessed he must be the oldest, the way the others deferred to him.

  He looked at her and the other three, whose names were Carly, Sheri and Cora.

  “Well, since all four of you are here, we’ll be fair about this and give it a week or two for everyone to settle in before we decide.”

  Ezra and Syrus nodded in agreement, but Carly and Sheri looked like they’d sucked lemons. Cora was sweet as pie, and Ellie found that look set her on edge even more than the others.

  “Of course, Cody. Whatever you say,” she said agreeably. “Why don’t you all go into the den and relax while I give Ellie the tour and show her up to her room. I’m sure she’s tired after all that travelling.”

  Ellie took her cue and followed the other woman.

  “When you get to needing it, the laundry room is just off the kitchen.” Her raised voice was undoubtedly pitched for the others to hear how helpful she was being, but that was fine.

  “The main bathroom is here.” Cora pointed out a door as they hit the second level. “Unfortunately, you don’t get the benefit of an en-suite like the rest of us, what with you being up in the attic and all.” Ellie wondered if that was supposed to put her off, but after sleeping in her car for the past month, any kind of bed and washing facilities were welcome, so if it was a barb it missed the target and didn’t have the desired effect.

  They took a final, much narrower set of stairs into the eaves and Cora pushed through a narrow door and wrinkled up her delicate nose.

  “Sorry it isn’t much,” she declared smugly. “But there’s no point in you getting comfortable just to leave again next week.”

  She turned and looked Ellie straight in the eye, all pretense of friendliness gone. “And make no mistake, this time next week, you will be gone. Sheri, Carly, and I have everything all worked out with the boys, so don’t go getting any ideas about shoving your way in here, because it’s not going to happen.”

  With that she flounced her way out of the room and Ellie was pretty sure she was headed back down to entertain the Carson brothers with the other two girls and she wasn’t invited.

  It didn’t matter. She was far too tired right now to break a sweat over it.

  Chapter Three

  While Ellie indulged herself in the near forgotten luxury of a bath, she could hear the simpering laughter of the other three girls as they entertained the Carson’s downstairs. Even if she’d had a mind to go head to head with Cora and join them, she knew she wouldn’t be doing herself any favors. She was exhausted and disheveled after the journey and the stress of today’s events on top of everything that been piling up over the past few months. She was also astute enough to know when she wasn’t at her best and when a strategic retreat might be her best option.

  Tomorrow was another day.

  From what she had worked out Cora, Sheri and Carly had arrived yesterday so they only had a day on her and if tonight’s dinner effort was anything to go by, she could sure as heck show whoever prepared it a thing or two.

  She’d start in the morning and prepare a breakfast feast which would show them all exactly where her talents lay. She’d make Gran’s special pancake recipe, and she’d dare anyone to better it.

  Sliding down into the hot, bubbly water which she’d liberally laced with her favorite jasmine scented foaming bath salts, one of the few luxuries she had saved from her old life, Ellie couldn’t suppress the groan of sheer pleasure that slipped passed her lips. Damn, but this felt amazing!

  Grabbing her current paperback, she put everything else out of her mind and concentrated on pampering herself and enjoying a titillating read.

  She crawled across the bed, gazing at him from beneath hooded lashes as she started placing hot, open-mouth kisses all over his sculpted chest.

  “Ok baby, now climb over and straddle him,” said another low, sexy voice from behind her.

  Her entire body was on fire, longing thundered through her veins and her tummy quivered in anticipation and her thighs were slick from the evidence of her desire. She craved completion enough to take matters into her own hands, despite the fact that these three Dom’s wouldn’t take kindly to such a thing.

  Still, she swung her leg over his hips and grasped the huge, throbbing cock in her hands, not caring if she earned herself another spanking.

  She grinned cheekily, fondled his balls and whispered, “Do you want to feel my mouth?”

  “Why don’t you climb on, instead baby, I know you want to.”

  She needed no more encouragement and quickly lined up the rock-hard cock before impaling herself in a single, impatient movement, moaning as he split her wide with his impressive girth.

  Behind her, the other man stroked his palm across the belt marks that decorated her butt.

  “Damn! I’m going to love seeing these welts decorating your skin while I fuck this juicy ass.”

  He pushed her chest flat against the man beneath her while he squirted lube down the crease of her buttocks.

  A moment later she felt his finger massaging around her bottom hole and she panted as two fingers immediately breached the tight ring of muscle, the pressure building to the point of delicious pain.

  He worked his fingers steadily in and out, ruthlessly stretching and scissoring her tight pucker.

  Pleasure and pain erupted, and she let out an animalistic growl as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He pressed forward into her back passage, filling her almost to splitting as he encroached into the space already taken up by the other cock in her pussy.

  “Lift up, doll,” the third man demanded. “I want to get my mouth on those luscious tits.” He cupped one of her voluptuous breasts and sucked a rigid nipple into his mouth, suckling and biting. Ecstasy rippled through her body and the feel of two fat cocks stuffing and stretching her was amazingly erotic.

  The third man twisted and pinched her other nipple with his free hand as the two that impaled her caught their rhythm; one thrusting as the other withdrew.

  Sensations bombarded her, and she felt like she was going to explode. The guy in her ass slapped her buttocks in between strokes, setting fire to skin that was already tender.

  She was caught in a vortex that was spinning her out of control and she begged, “It’s too much! I can’t take any more. Please let me come, please…”

  They altered their rhythm, both pushing inside at the same time, filling her to bursting while the third guy bit down hard on one nipple and viciously twisted the other.

  “Come!” one of them ordered. She didn’t know which; she didn’t care. The command was all she needed and her orgasm erupted. She came v
iolently, her thigh’s quivering with the strain of her climax just as the two men who rode her body bellowed their own completion.

  Ellie chuckled to herself a little. She was feeling much more mellow and relaxed now. She loved an inventive, fictional sex scene, even if it bore little resemblance to reality. Well, certainly not her reality anyhow. She could barely imagine one man getting her so worked up that she begged to climax, let alone three. Her limited experience more closely resembled a brief fumble which formed a pathetic excuse for foreplay, followed by some humping and grunting while the guy got off and left her feeling completely unfulfilled. She might think an orgasm was a myth if she hadn’t experienced them with her own hand. As far as climaxing during intercourse, yeah, she was pretty sure that was a unicorn. But three men… she wondered if that might make a difference.

  Dropping her book on the floor, Ellie closed her eyes and palmed nipples hidden by the cover of bubbles. They peaked in stiff buds despite the warmth of the water. Pulling and tweaking, she arched her back in pleasure.

  Suddenly, three distinct faces filled her mind, each with a different shade of brown hair, one dark eyed, one hazel and one blue. Cody, Syrus and Ezreal. Since she finally had time to stop and think, she could appreciate the good looks she had ignored until now. The lean, hardy physiques and work-roughened fingers. She wondered what they would feel like stroking over her skin.

  Her eyes popped open, and she sucked in a breath. Jeez, no! Don’t go there, she told herself, but it was too late. Now that flame was lit, it refused to go out, and no matter how much she tried to push their images aside, they just kept popping right back into her fantasies.

  In the end, she gave up and snaked an illicit hand down her soapy body. Okay, so she could admit that she found all three of them appealing. They were each far more ruggedly handsome than she had dared to let herself imagine on the drive over. She hadn’t really cared all that much about their bodies and looks as long as they were good men who treated a girl right. If anything, she had probably considered them to be work worn and somewhat average, but that hadn’t mattered at all. The reality of them was decidedly more sexy, and a lot more disconcerting, with their strong stubbled jaws, and well-built chests.

  Her fingers found her sensitive nubbin, and she sucked in an electrified breath as she fluttered her fingertips across the little bundle of nerves. The book and her fantasies had her responsive and aching and she increased the pressure, rotating the quivering bud with sure strokes as she pulled at her nipples with her other hand.

  Her head filled with swirling images of all three brothers… together, just like the story in the book, but this time the woman was her.

  Her breath shortened and she let it out in audible pants as she imagined one of the Carson’s… Cody… bringing his big palm down again and again on the reddened skin of her butt cheeks while one of the others held her immobile.

  And it was on that scorching thought that she peaked, her climax roaring through her harder than any she could remember. Water slopped over the sides of the bath and splashed on the tile as she bucked helplessly under her own hand before finally slumping back, sated and exhausted.

  It was a while later that she roused herself half-heartedly and groaned at the mess she’d made on the floor. Hurriedly drying herself off, she dropped the towel over the puddle she’d made and retrieved her book, shaking off the drips and blotting the edges where the water had been absorbed.

  She wrung out the sopping wet towel as well as she could and put it into the laundry hamper along with her dirty clothes. It was only then that she realized that the only other towel available was the one she had wrapped around her head and, like an idiot, she had neglected to bring down anything else to wear.

  Shaking out the towel from around her hair, she wrapped it around her torso and peeked both ways out the door.

  There was no one in sight, which was just as well, since the towel was just short of being indecent. Hah! Or maybe just short, she scoffed. It skimmed the lower edges of her butt cheeks as long as she didn’t hitch it too high over her boobs. Either way, it didn’t cover as much as she’d like, but it wasn’t far to the attic. She just needed to make it to the end of the corridor.

  And she did. She even made it to the top of the attic stairs. It was just that when she got there; she found Ezreal trying to juggle a tray containing a teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl and a delicate cup and saucer that looked completely out of place in his big hands.

  Ellie came to a dead halt in front of him, instinctively drawing the towel up higher, then realizing she was flashing everything below. In her panic, she yanked it down again so swiftly that she almost lost it altogether.

  “Sorry I…”

  “I was just…”

  They both spoke at the same time.

  Stopped.

  Paused.

  Started again.

  “I thought…”

  “I forgot…”

  Talked over each other again.

  Ellie colored and dipped her head, grateful that her long hair covered her chest so she could tug the towel lower, even if it was hanging in unflattering damp, clumpy ropes.

  Ezreal laughed self-consciously and nodded towards the door.

  “I was just trying to knock on your door. It occurred to me you might like a nightcap and you wouldn’t know where to find anything in the kitchen.”

  “I… thank you,” Ellie replied with a small smile. “I just had a bath, but um… I forgot my night things and I couldn’t find another towel.” She shrugged helplessly.

  Ezreal looked; looked away.

  “Oh, they’re in the closet in the hallway outside the bathroom door.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  “Do you… ah… want to take this?” he asked politely.

  “Oh yes. Thank you, you’re so kind.”

  She tried to tuck the towel under her arm to take the tray, then realized she couldn’t do it without risking losing it altogether. She also realized that Ezreal couldn’t manage the bulb shaped door handle while he was holding the tray. The stairs were too narrow for them to stand side by side and he was already blocking her way, but unless she went back down the stairs…

  Ellie sighed. She’d rather not bump int anyone else, and it was too late to worry about her modesty with Ezreal now.

  “If I, er, squeeze past you, I can open the door,” she suggested, nodding towards it.

  “Oh, good idea,” he replied and promptly hitched the tray higher so she could duck underneath his arms and shimmy by in the tight confines.

  The towel snagged, and she thought she might lose it. She was pretty sure he’d gotten an eyeful, but she tried not to think about that. Except her X-rated bathroom fantasies chose that minute to charge full steam back into her mind and the memories of the very naughty things she had recently imagined with Ezreal, and both his brothers, had a whimper of mortification escaping from her lips.

  She scrambled to get the door open and heard the rattle of the teacup as she pushed past. Probably not the best move with a pot of boiling water above her head, but her mind hadn’t been in the right place at that moment.

  Ezreal followed her into the room and Ellie made a dash for the bath robe she’d left on the foot of the bed, pulling it on haphazardly over the top of the towel with her back to him, until she’d finally made herself decent and tied the belt.

  When she turned back, Ezreal had put the tray down on a small bedside table and took a step back without looking.

  He bumped into her and spun around. His sinewy, hair roughened arms darting out to stop her from stumbling.

  “I’m sorry…”

  “Sorry, I…”

  They both said again.

  This time Ezreal laughed. “We don’t seem to be getting off to a very good start here, do we?”

  She smiled back at him, liking that she had to tip her head back to look at his face. All too often men were the same height as she was. Sometimes shorter.

  She
felt an unexpected little flip in her stomach and ducked her head, but he tipped her face back up with a finger beneath her chin and tucked the long ropes of her damp hair behind her ears.

  He stared at her for a long minute, his hands still enclosing her shoulders, and she could feel the heat emanating from him.

  “Thank you for thinking of me, Ezreal,” she whispered, staring up at him and into those dark, bottomless eyes.

  “Ezra,” he murmured back. “Call me Ezra.”

  Ellie nodded and held her breath as he feathered his fingers down the side of her jaw. He sucked in a breath and looked at her lips, and for a moment she thought he might kiss her.

  Then a raucous yell killed the moment, and he pulled away from her as another set of feet clattered up the stairs.

  “Ezra, where are you?” a cutesy, high-pitched voice demanded. Then she was there, standing in the doorway - Ellie thought maybe this one was Carly, - hands on hips, looking at the two of them through suspicious, narrowed eyes.

  “I thought you wanted to go for a walk? Did you change your mind?” she asked, making it clear that he had issued the invitation. “It’s such a beautiful, romantic night,” she added coyly, holding out her hand.

  Ezra looked guiltily from one of them to the other before settling his gaze on the stupidly pretty Carly.

  “Of course. I was just making sure Ellie was settled.”

  He turned to her, and for a moment she wondered if she’d seen a fleeting hint of regret in his expression. “Goodnight, Ellie.”

  “Goodnight,” she replied, politely including the two of them.

  “How sweet of you,” Carly cooed in a voice like saccharine, but as Ezra turned to lead the way down the stairs, the look she turned on Ellie was pure venom.

  Chapter Four

  Ellie sighed and stretched, a lovely lassitude seeping into her bones. Cracking one sleepy eye, she noted it was still pretty dark, so she rolled over and simply enjoyed the luxury of the first bed she had slept in for an entire month. It was one of those things you took for Granted; never truly considered it for what it was - until you lost it. Right now, attic room or not, a bed had never felt so good.