Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  Then, of his brother, James asked, “What did he want?”

  “Seems our former manager was picked up about two hours ago by—and here I am quoting Williamson exactly—some black-haired pretty-boy with a huge crush on himself. They drove to the airport. Williamson said they bought tickets to Los Angeles.”

  Tabitha couldn’t help it. She giggled. “Oh my goodness. Phyllis and Ed?”

  “That barracuda will devour that man,” James predicted.

  Tabitha noticed that he didn’t sound too upset by the idea. “I think they deserve each other,” she said.

  “I think you’re right,” James agreed. Then he carried her out of the kitchen.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “To bed,” Jonathan answered for the both of them.

  Only two words, and her body sent moisture to prepare the way for them. Her soul craved them, her heart opened to them. She needed her men more than she needed her next breath.

  But her men surprised her when, after stripping themselves and her and placing her in the center of the king-sized bed in her room, they got in on either side of her and did nothing more than snuggle her in.

  “Sleep a bit, darlin’,” Jonathan whispered.

  “Maybe I don’t want to sleep. Maybe I want to play.”

  “Sleep first. Play later,” James said. “Let us have this time to feel you, safe and secure here between us.”

  She didn’t think she could sleep, but she was proven wrong.

  * * * *

  The shadows had lengthened by the time her eyes fluttered open again. Awareness had her looking first left, then right.

  Her men were awake, both propped up with an arm, looking at her.

  “Hi.” She offered them a shy smile, and was greeted with twin loving looks in return. Everything flooded back—her confrontation with James that morning, the arrival of Deputy Hamilton at her office, and the insane hours that followed. The left side of her face still throbbed, though not as badly as it had. The ice she’d held in place while answering all of the cops’ questions was likely responsible for that.

  Lying there naked between her lovers, she asked the question that had hovered in her thoughts and been pushed aside earlier.

  “How did you two ever get there so fast?”

  “We knew. We didn’t know what or where until Pete called—and that was shortly after you’d been taken,” Jonathan said.

  “We have a kind of sense that binds us, always has. So that one of us knows when the other is in danger, or sick. It’s like an alarm system,” James said quietly. His hand began to stroke her right arm. “It’s a common trait between twins, from what we’ve learned. It went off when I was on my way home and we each thought the other was in trouble. And then Pete called and we realized that the one sending out the psychic-twin S.O.S. was you.”

  “How is that even possible?” Not that she doubted their word. She knew they’d never lie to her. She knew they loved her, too.

  My God, they had risked their lives to rescue her. Derek could so easily have shot one or the other of them out by that deserted house. A shiver wracked her at how close she had come to losing them.

  “We’ve figured it all out,” Jonathan said, “and it’s possible the same way it’s possible for you to tell us apart. We know that you’re ticked no one else can, but sweetheart, we really are perfectly identical in our physical appearance.”

  “We heard your cry for help because you’re out mate,” James said simply.

  “And you can tell us apart because we’re yours,” Jonathan finished.

  Their expressions were so serious, and yet so filled with love that Tabitha knew in her heart they spoke the truth.

  “No games, darlin’. From this day forward, the three of us. We’ll make it work, because we want it to work.” James’ tone of voice sounded very matter-of-fact even as he reached beneath the blankets and brushed his hand across her pussy.

  “We’ve never wanted anything more in our entire lives,” Jonathan added as he began to caress and stroke her left breast.

  “All you have to do is say that’s what you want, too. Say yes, darlin’. We both promise that you’ll never regret it.”

  Their hands on her flesh awakened her arousal. Their words, quietly spoken and sincere, soothed her heart.

  James was right. They would make it work because they wanted to make it work.

  How could she deny what was in her heart? How could she turn away from the kind of love that was so deep, so absolute, that they had put her safety and well-being above all else?

  Wasn’t that the dream most little girls grew up with? Wasn’t that the starting point of every happy-ever-after?

  How could she say no to that?

  “Yes. Yes, to everything. I love you James,” she leaned over, kissed him lightly. “I love you, Jonathan,” she turned to her left, and kissed him.

  As if that was all they’d waited for, they pulled the blankets off and set to work.

  Hands and lips and tongues caressed and kissed, cupped and licked. One lover took her lips in a kiss so carnal, Tabitha’s flesh quivered, and her sex dripped. The other lover laved and nipped a nipple before sucking it deep into the cavern of his mouth.

  Her head moved from side to side as kisses and whispers bound them. Needing to pleasure in turn, she stroked her hands down, giving her fingers free rein to delve through the hair dusting muscular chests, to tantalize and tease male nipples until twin groans of delight joined her own sighs of bliss.

  Her hands reached down, discovered hard cocks, and surrounded them, her stroke and grasp firm and fervent.

  Jonathan turned her so she was on her knees, directing her head toward James. She needed no further encouragement to take his cock in her mouth, to lavish moist heat and tenderness as the flavor of him filled her, completed her. Hands on her breasts, on her back, encouraged her oral devotion.

  Jonathan had gotten off the bed, moved around to the other side. When he stroked her head, she lifted her lips from James’s shaft and placed them on his. Their flavor was subtly different, yet equal in the effect it had on her. Stroking James with her hand as she sucked Jonathan, a peace and quiet joy filled her.

  They handed her one condom, and then another.

  “We both need to be inside you, darlin’. Will you take us both at the same time?”

  “Yes…oh yes, please.” She needed this special gift, and needed to give it in exchange. She sheathed both her lovers. Scooting over, she made room for Jonathan to lie down in the center of the big bed as James got to his knees and stroked her back.

  Jonathan’s cock shot straight up, waiting for her. She caressed him once with her hand. And then she mounted him.

  His cock filled her pussy completely, the hot head of it hitting deep inside her body. Her sigh of delight came, unbidden, as she rose and sank on him in a languid, liquid rhythm.

  Two hands gently drew her down, two stroked her back and urged her forward. She placed her hands on either side of Jonathan’s head.

  “Give me your mouth, Tabby-cat.”

  Her lips slid over his, her tongue delving deep to taste and dance with his. A hand on her bottom aroused, a finger stroked over her anus thrilled.

  The coolness of the gel sent a shiver through her, and then the newly silky glide of a finger urged her bottom to lift, her thighs to relax and open even more.

  She weaned her lips from Jonathan as James knelt on the bed behind her. Her heart pounding, her blood heating, she looked over her shoulder to see her lover stroke his cock as he brought it to her.

  That first touch against her, his heat and strength and girth pressing against her rosebud opening awoke a primal need inside her. She raised her hips then sank again on one lover’s cock, swirled her bottom and teased the other’s.

  James leaned into her, pressing hard. She opened ever so slowly, the burning sensation licking the flames of her arousal higher.

  “Yes. Oh yes.” She shivered from the beauty of havin
g them both at the same time, at becoming one with them simultaneously.

  Jonathan teased her nipples, stretching up to capture one between his lips, to nip, to lick, and finally to suck. James’s hand caressed down the length of her back, a fine tremor in his fingers tickling and enticing.

  She lifted, sank, stretched back, the rhythm exotic, a primal drum beat of need and want and lust.

  “Oh, God,” James whispered as his cock sank deep inside her.

  Never had she felt so full, so hot. Never had she felt so cherished as together, in tandem, her men began to make slow, gentle love to her.

  “I love you, Tabitha,” James whispered against her neck as he moved within her, his hips gentle in their rocking action. She knew he kept mindful of her, being careful even as he shivered in the complete erotic delight of being buried deep in her ass.

  “So tight and hot,” he groaned.

  “You’re tighter for me too, now,” Jonathan said, his hips surging up with deliberation. “I’d wondered. Oh, Tabitha, I love you so much.”

  “I love you both!” She couldn’t hold to the steady pace, could no longer contain the need to give back, to give and take in equal measure. Groaning, sighing, she turned up the volume, jacked up the heat.

  “Tabby.” The strain in James’s voice told her how close he was to the edge. The way Jonathan grasped her hips and tried to slow her pace gave her the same message.

  They had faced a man with a gun to save her.

  They were trying to save her again. She didn’t want to be saved this time. She wanted to soar.

  “Give it to me. Your heat. Your passion. Give it all to me. Please.”

  “Tabitha!”

  “Oh, God!”

  Masculine control wrenched free, Tabitha rejoiced in their passion, their need. Giving all gave her more. Taking all electrified her senses and shivered her flesh. Harder, faster, she received their thrusts, taking everything they could give, gratefully.

  Twin shouts echoed as she felt the cocks within her stiffen, thrust deep, hold fast, and pulse. The heat of their fluids penetrated the latex and set her on fire. Rapture cascaded through her body as waves of the most satisfying orgasm she’d ever known flooded her completely, her clit and g-spot and that tiny place at the base of her spine vibrating together in perfect harmony. Every muscle in her body relaxed, every nerve ending tingled as she came and came and came.

  James’s weight rested on her back while aftershocks washed through him. Jonathan gasped beneath her as one hand stroked her head, now bowed over him as if, she thought, in reverence of the experience.

  Minutes later, sated, cleansed, her men pressed close on either side of her. Each of her hands was held in a bigger, masculine one. The heat of their bodies penetrated her chilled flesh, the beat of their hearts echoed in her own.

  “Your generosity blows me away,” Jonathan said softly. He kissed her, his lips seeking and soft.

  “That wasn’t generosity,” she returned softly. “It was greed.”

  “You’ll stay,” James said in his customary, not-so-latent dominate way. “You’ll stay with us. Build a life with us. For keeps.”

  “Yes. I’ll stay.”

  They lay quietly for a long moment, sleep drawing teasingly near.

  “I know there are rules,” Jonathan began quietly, “about poker games.”

  “Poker games?”

  Tabitha laughed because she and James had asked that at the same time and in almost exactly the same tone.

  “Stay with me here, please,” Jonathan said, just a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I know there are rules, but that wanton wager changed my life, and I have been dying to know. I was dealt two sixes. With the flop and the turn, I had a full house, sixes over Aces. Would I have won, do you think?”

  “No. I had a pair of tens. That would have given me a full house, tens over Aces. Beat your hand,” James said.

  Tabitha felt the silence swell, as both men waited for her to reveal her hand, and she remained silent.

  “Tabitha?”

  There was just enough suspicion in James’s voice to make her smile.

  “Yes, James?”

  “Darlin’, what were your hole cards?”

  She waited just a heart beat more, savoring the moment. “Pair of Aces.”

  “You folded on the turn card when you had won!” Jonathan said, propping himself up on her left, looking down at her.

  “You have to know four of a kind beats a full house,” James said, mimicking his brother’s pose, on her right side. “In fact, four of a kind beats everything but a straight flush—and a straight flush was not possible in that hand.”

  Tabitha smiled, and her smiled grew to a giggle as she looked at first one, and then the other of her loves.

  “I may have folded, but I think, in the end, I won the game. I think we all won.”

  And that, she knew, was the only thing that mattered.

  THE END

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  Cowboy Cravings

  Annie Rutherford came west seeking a new life, never dreaming love would be part of the mix. The cravings that cowboys Jessie Conrad and Grant Douglas incite in her are fierce. The two men prove they are more than up to the task of satisfying Annie's hunger.

  Jessie and Grant know Annie thinks their relationship is only temporary. They're willing to give her plenty of loving and plenty of time to heal from the past and get used to their unique brand of happy-ever-after.

  But the past— in the form of Annie's ex-con brother-in-law comes back to haunt her, and she's thrown into a deadly game of cat and mouse. She didn't know about the jewel heist, or that her deceased husband had a second, secret partner, or that her brother-in-law is out of prison and on his way to find her. He intends to claim more than just the stolen gems, but not if Jessie and Grant have anything to say about it.

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre/Western/Cowboys

  Length: 52,673 words

  COWBOY CRAVINGS

  MORGAN ASHBURY

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Jesse Conrad wondered if Annie’s nipples were coral-tipped, or a dusky rose. He wondered if her breasts would feel soft and supple in his hands, if they would taste sweet and addictive to his tongue. He wondered how it would feel to sink deep inside her, to have her hot tunnel convulse and squeeze his cock.

  Most nights, wondering about Annie Rutherford followed him into sleep, where that wondering fueled his dreams in living, breathing Technicolor. Lately, his dreams had shown him what it could be like to have Annie spread out on his bed, gloriously wild and wet while he and his best friend, Grant, feasted on her.

  Those dreams always brought him awake with a raging hard-on that he needed to get rid of the only way he knew how.

  Turning his head, he focused on the glowing green numbers on his bedside clock. At four-forty-three on a Sunday morning, it was way too early to get out of bed, and he was way too horny to even try.

  Reaching down the front of his body, he fisted his stiff cock. The need for an orgasm was an almost constant state of being these last few months. He didn’t worry that he’d somehow morphed into a sex addict. He knew the where and the when and the why of this near constant state of arousal.

  With the first rough stroke on his dick, he closed his eyes and thought of Annie. He imagined her there with him, leaning over him as she caressed his cock with her soft, hot hand and whispered kisses across his face and down his neck. He imagined the brush of her silky hair against his chest as she nuzzled his nipples, nipping lightly as she teased and aroused him. He inhaled, breathing in her woman scent, her passion a musky aroma of heat and need. In his mind’s eye, he ran his hand down her bare back, caressed gently around the curve of her naked ass, dipped his fingers into her slit, testing the moisture of her passion. She dripped for him, for the both of them. The image formed, Grant sprawled out on the other side of Annie, head propped up on one hand, watching her, watching them.

/>   “I want to taste you,” her words, soft as a summer evening breeze, brushed his belly as he felt her ease down his body. Her hot, moist breath bathed his flesh as she pleaded, “Let me take your cock in my mouth. Let me drink your pleasure.”

  “God, yes.”

  Jesse groaned as his seed erupted, as the power of the climax surged out of him with a speed that would have embarrassed him if Annie really had been in his bed.

  As he reached for the box of tissues on his bedside table, he gave thanks that this infernal waiting was nearly over. He wanted Annie.

  Want. What an insipid word for the burning need that ran hot through his body for that woman. No, he didn’t simply want her, he craved her, in the same way a parched man in the desert craved a drink of cold, clear water.

  Her sweet, round face, those hazel eyes that could smile in a heartbeat, and the way her auburn hair seemed to flicker red in the sunlight all combined to intrigue and delight him. Her appearance caught his attention, but the whole of her captured him, heart and mind, body and soul. Her gentle nature and wounded spirit were matched by a quick wit and a keen mind. Everything about her touched everything in him with a kind of simpatico he never believed in before meeting her.

  He knew his best friend, who had been more like a brother than friend to him all his life, felt exactly the same way. He and Grant Douglas had seen her for the first time together. They’d both fallen instantly and hard, together. And together, they’d made a pact. Since they were best friends with no intention of ever letting anything come between them that could ruin that friendship, Annie would be off limits to them both. As they got to know the lady, as both of them decided to be her friends if they couldn’t be her lovers, they discovered their pact had more or less been moot.

  The lady, already widowed nearly a year when she arrived in their part of the country, let it be known she had absolutely no intention of having a relationship with any man or getting married ever again.

  Jesse didn’t need to look at the calendar to know the day Annie had arrived in town and settled in his heart was exactly one year ago today. In that year, neither he nor Grant had dated anyone. Neither of them had wanted to.