Acres, Natalie - Sex Junkie [Cowboy Addiction 1](Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  “You gonna look at it, or try it out for taste and size?” Grant asked.

  “Patience, Sir,” she taunted him, squeezing the skin at the base of his dick.

  A hot dose of scorching arousal shot to the tip of his dick. “Fuck! Morgan!” he exclaimed, grabbing himself by the balls, fighting to hold back, keep his release a few minutes away.

  She winked, grinned, and then kissed Grant’s tip. Once again, her direction changed. This time, she left Grant to hump at thin air.

  Blake guided her, rubbing his penis over the texture of her lips. “Morgan always liked my dick in her cheek.”

  “I wouldn’t get too cocky if I were you two cowboys,” she said, pecking Blake’s mushroom head as well. Releasing the grip she’d secured around each of their penises, she rose to her feet. “If this is about me rewarding me, then I should get to choose when I’m fucked, right?”

  Grant and Blake looked at one another. “That depends,” Grant said.

  “On what, Sir?” she asked, her eyes downcast.

  “Are we fucking now or later?”

  She patted his erect cock and grinned. “We’re not fucking, Grant.”

  “We’re not?”

  “No,” she said, a sweet smile tilting her lips. “You can fuck me another time.”

  “What’s wrong with right now?” Blake asked, arching a brow.

  “I don’t want the hardcore Doms tonight.”

  “That’s too bad,” Blake rasped, pinching her nipple.

  “Ouch,” she choked out, the clasp around the tight bud apparently a little rougher than usual. “I’m serious. I’m not fucking either of you tonight.”

  Grant snarled. “We’ll see about that.”

  “Yes,” she challenged them. “We will. Because tonight all I want to do is love the two men who’ve always loved me.”

  “Well why didn’t you say so?” Grant said, fighting that beast that often surfaced when he took a submissive woman to his bed. Defying the dark need rising, Grant snatched his pants, pulled out his wallet, and retrieved two condoms, tossing one at Blake.

  As they suited up and prepared to play, Morgan spread her legs and fingered herself, watching them as they enjoyed her.

  “How’s that feel, sub?” Grant asked.

  “Nice,” she replied.

  “Did I give you permission to play with your clit?”

  “No, Sir,” she said, tilting her head and rubbing the hard button between her legs.

  “Do you want to ask for my permission now?”

  “No, Sir,” she replied, grinning.

  “Sounds like someone wants to be punished,” Blake pointed out.

  “Oh she’ll get her punishment all right,” Grant said, smacking his lips and eyeing those pretty, glistening pussy folds. “Only the punishment she’ll get tonight probably isn’t the one she had in mind.”

  Blake grinned then, too, reading his thoughts, apparently. He straddled her right thigh. Grant towered over the left.

  “I think a double stuffing is in order. Maybe if she has both of us stroking her, she won’t be so quick to backtalk in the future,” Grant said.

  “I won’t count on that,” Blake said, gripping his cock tightly. Layers of skin rolled over layers as he worked his dick in and out of his hand.

  They penetrated her then, sliding in together. Their cocks naturally spread her pussy lips as they impaled her as one.

  “Oh fucking glory!” she screamed, her body stretching to accommodate two rigid cocks at the same time.

  They locked onto one another’s arms as they plunged inside her, pushing their cocks inside her hot cunt, riding her as they reached for the other side of pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby,” Blake said, his nails biting into Grant’s flesh as he latched onto his bottom lip and fucked her. “Hang on. Don’t try to move. Let us do the work.”

  Grant pursed his lips and focused on her small tits. What he’d give to have enough mobility right then to lean down and tantalize one of her tender nipples. Unfortunately, with Blake to his right, there was only so much he could do in this position. He wanted Morgan to enjoy the experience. If he jolted forward, he might rip her in two.

  Morgan sighed as her body seemed to finally accept the invasion. She began bucking under them, rising and falling as she thrust her hips forward, rolling with the rhythm, riding out the tide.

  Blake and Grant entered her together, their cocks rubbing against one another as they fucked her. “That’s it, easy does it, sub-muffin,” Grant crooned. “Damn, I’ve never felt a hotter pussy.”

  “I hope not,” Morgan said quietly, her voice indicative of a woman already on the outskirts of an intense orgasm. “God help me, I can’t wait.”

  Under normal circumstances, Grant might have shown her how she could and would wait for his signal, but the truth was, if he held back, he might be left behind. Blake had already established a new pace, pounding into Morgan’s tight pussy like he was afraid her hot little snatch would soon be closed to visitors.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered, biting down on her forefinger.

  “Come, Morgan!” Blake screamed, his hand falling against her mound as he spanked her pussy.

  “Ouch!” she screamed, gasping as they rode her, writhing under them as they pounded harder, fucked her like they were mad at her.

  “Good God, I’ve missed this!” Grant exclaimed, falling back and ramming forward, fighting Blake for his place, trying to go deeper, stroke higher.

  “Now! Oh God, now!” she screamed, her body milking them as they sank deeper and deeper.

  Blake reared back and struck her pussy again, his dick tapping and tapping as he worked for his release. Grant surged forward, burying his penis balls-deep as he stroked her.

  “Blake! Grant! Help me!” she screamed, tremors overtaking her as she shook with the orgasm washing over her.

  Blake shuddered and Grant jerked. Morgan lay listless and still.

  “Are you all right?” Grant asked, kissing her lips as he pulled out and deserted her.

  “I’m perfect,” she promised.

  “I’ve never had better,” Grant told her, stroking her face. “But I will.”

  She frowned, studying his face. “Explain that please, Sir.”

  Grant winked. “You’ll have to wait and see, Morgan. Your life is about to change and each day you’ll feel stronger, sexier, and more alive. Wait and see, by the time we’re through with you, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  “How’s that possible?” she asked with a lame attempt of sincerity existing in her eyes. “I can’t go to bed with men who love me like the devil, and expect to wake up among angels in the morning.”

  “She has a point,” Blake said.

  Grant tucked her against his side and kissed the top of her head. “As long as you’re in my arms, I don’t care where we are.”

  “Me either,” she said, shifting her gaze between them. “As long as we’re together, we can beat anything.”

  Grant closed his eyes then and prepared to go to sleep, praying the bad dreams wouldn’t come for Morgan like they had in nights past. He wanted Morgan to rest. He longed to see her find peace of mind.

  He was pretty sure with the love he and Blake had shown her, Morgan was well on her way to recovery through a new addiction she discovered by loving them.

  Epilogue

  One week later

  Morgan strolled the length of the barn. She’d taken two hundred and fifty paces, counting out each step one at a time. “What do you think they’ll say?” she asked, ducking under the crossties where Blake tried to shoe one of Kit’s horses.

  “They’ll be glad to see you, Morgan,” Blake told her. “We’ve been over this.”

  “How come you didn’t tell them I was here?” she asked, directing her question toward Grant when he entered the barn.

  Neither one of them made an effort to answer her question.

  “You can tell me, you know,” she said, placing her hand
in the curve of her tiny waist. “I can handle it.”

  Grant frowned. Blake cleared his throat.

  “You didn’t think I’d stay clean,” she said.

  “I never doubted whether or not you’d stay clean if you remained here with us,” Grant told her.

  Blake tapped the horse’s shoe, securing the shape to the animal’s hoof. He glanced up. He narrowed his eyes and said, “You always have a choice, ya know?”

  “You mean I can choose to go, and you’ll let me walk out of here?”

  Grant shot Blake a cold glare.

  “Hey now!” she exclaimed. “Don’t show ill will toward the messenger. I’m just asking questions, making conversation.”

  Blake left the crossties and grabbed a lead rope from the tack room. When he returned, he hooked the lead to the horse’s halter and released the crossties. The clickety-plop of new shoes resounded throughout the barn.

  Morgan shrugged. “I always figured after I said I’d do things your way, I’d never have a choice again.”

  “We all make choices, Morgan,” Grant reminded her. “You chose to stay here and let us help you.”

  She waggled her brows. “I find the benefits mutually satisfying, don’t you?”

  He chuckled. “Fact is, if you wanted to go, we’d have to let you leave. It’s criminal to hold you against your will.”

  “Is that why you keep me so busy with extracurricular activities?” she asked, thinking she’d never had so much sex in all her life.

  “You never know,” Grant said, arching a brow. “Why, are you getting tired of us already?”

  “No, actually,” she began, noting a light blue pickup truck racing down the driveway, “I’m beginning to think Blake was right. I’ve always been a junkie. First it was adrenaline—high school and college sports. Then, it was drugs. Now, believe it or not, I’m a sex junkie. As far as I know, there’s no surefire cure.” A beat later, she added, “Besides, from what I understand, an addict can’t secure help for an addiction when they aren’t seeking treatment.”

  “Is that a fact?” Grant asked, grabbing her hand and bringing her fingertips to his lips.

  “Sure is.”

  Blake secured her free hand and they walked toward the circular driveway located in front of the dairy barn. “As long as Grant and I remain your only drug of choice, I believe we can work on a satisfactory treatment plan.”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, swinging their arms as she walked out to greet her brothers.

  “Good. We’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with us.”

  “Speaking of leaving,” Blake began, shooting Grant a smirk. “I haven’t heard you mention moving to Florida again. Does Morgan have anything to do with that?”

  Grant chuckled. “I told you I was moving south for two reasons—hot chicks and football.”

  “I’ll wear a Jacksonville jersey to bed. How’s that?” she asked.

  Grant growled. “In matters of sports, I prefer two-hand-touch and skin-on-skin.”

  “Do you?” she asked, her focus returning to the truck. Her heart raced. Her pulse picked up a notch. The driver’s side opened and closed. Here we go.

  Kit reached in the back and retrieved a piece of luggage. The passenger’s side door opened a few seconds later. Kemper exited the truck, helping a woman away from the bench-style seat.

  “Who the hell is that?” Morgan asked.

  “Never seen her before,” Grant said, squeezing her hand.

  “Morgan!” Kemper exclaimed, running toward her the second he saw her from under his tented hand. As he approached, Morgan eyed the brother behind him. Kit’s body went rigid. He squared his shoulders. The duffle bag fell at his feet and he slowly turned to face her.

  Kit stared at her like he wasn’t sure he could trust his eyes. Then, as if her presence there finally registered, Kit sprinted toward her, too. “Oh my God, Morgan!”

  They ran as fast as they could, greeting her with open arms. After the warm welcome was extended, Kit grabbed her hand and said, “Come on. We have someone we want you to meet. You’ll love her. There’s something about her. She’s a lot like you.”

  “That could mean trouble,” Grant warned them.

  Morgan elbowed him. “I’m worth it, remember?”

  “Ask me in a year or two, and I’ll let you know.”

  “Tell you what,” she said saucily. “I’ll ask you in fifty or sixty.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  International bestselling author Natalie Acres is a Tennessee author writing exclusively for Siren Publishing. Prone to write western ménage romance, Natalie Acres enjoys sports, reading, and living life to the fullest. Watch for her next new release coming soon from Siren Publishing.

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  Ménage Everlasting: Country Roads 3: Bang the Blower

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