Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)
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“I’ve never been pampered so much in my life,” she said, touching Porter’s penis with her tiny fingers.
She stroked him, and Porter felt as if an electrifying current zipped through her fingertips. Fowler began caressing her. And soon Casey was in the picture, too. At one point, it was difficult to determine which hands belonged to whom.
When the lust became unbearable and the desire kicked up a notch, Porter claimed the spot he wanted. Condoms were passed around, and Porter pulled Abby over his body, using his legs to spread her as he nudged her bottom and let her know where he planned to go.
Fowler towered over her. Casey knelt at her cheek.
An outright cry of “one, two, three” wouldn’t have perfected the way they slid in together as they locked their cocks in her pussy, ass, and mouth. Her body became a haven for their rigid dicks, a place to house the hard cocks she’d been tantalizing and teasing for as long as Porter could remember.
Her body writhed under Fowler’s weight. Casey fucked her face like he planned to give her a new name.
Porter swirled inside her opening, taking his time and going as slowly as possible before he took that final grind into her clenching behind. They kept a synchronized pace for a few short minutes, practically taking turns entering and withdrawing, fucking and pausing.
They soon became greedy, each of them quite aggressive. They screwed her like they never wanted to leave, as if they resented the fact they’d waited until last, but the truth was soon clear.
This was the first of many nights, the first sign of weathered storms. Abby Rose belonged to seven men, and each of them would undoubtedly love and protect her until the end of time.
Epilogue
Several weeks later
Sydney Kane Donovan entered the master suite with a bouquet of flowers. Her wide smile broadened as she approached Abby, and Abby noticed tears in her eyes.
“Are you all right?” Abby asked.
She and Sydney had become fast friends, sitting up late at night after the Donovans returned from their extended vacation. She’d helped her plan her ceremony and had been such a source of inspiration, not to mention a good mentor who was willing to provide useful lifestyle information.
“I’m wonderful,” Sydney replied, hugging her. “I’m so glad you and the guys decided to have your ceremony here.”
Abby fought to contain the tears welling in her eyes as well. She stood next to the window overlooking the front yard. “Did you ever have doubts?”
Sydney gasped. “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the men who promised to love, honor, and cherish me?”
Abby considered the line forming at the end of the sidewalk. All seven of her men were dressed in tuxedos. They looked as handsome as she’d ever seen them.
“Are we crazy?” she asked, facing Sydney. “I mean, this is a huge undertaking.”
Sydney laughed. “You don’t have to tell me!”
Abby snickered, understanding Sydney’s underlying meaning. “I mean it’s a big responsibility loving so many men.”
“Are you unsure about this, Abby?” Sydney asked. “It’s normal you know. Wedding-day jitters. We all have them.”
“This isn’t normal,” she whispered, tears finally gliding down her cheeks.
Sydney swallowed hard. “Abby? You need to be sure about what you’re doing. You don’t want to back out, do you?”
“Oh no,” she replied, strolling toward the dresser and retrieving a few tissues. “I’ve never been this positive about anything in my life.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
Abby pursued the window once more. She placed her hand on the glass and all seven men looked up, as if they knew she’d be there and they’d come up with that assessment all at the same time.
“I love them equally. I love them unconditionally. I want to please them.” She paused, took a deep breath, and added, “And I want to give each of them children.”
Sydney patted her arm. “That’s perfectly normal. It’s what women in committed relationships do. We try our best to make our partners happy.”
Abby watched Sydney in the mirror as she fluffed up the off-white veil. “We love the men in our lives. We honor them. And we never forget how lucky we are to be the recipients of such loving relationships. You’ll see, Abby. It only gets better.”
“I can’t imagine,” she whispered, glancing outside once more. “I’ve never been happier.”
About that time Brock Donovan entered the bedroom. He locked his arm around Sydney’s waist and kissed her lips, his mouth brushing over hers. “Those fellows down there are impatient.”
“I think the bride-to-be is a little antsy, too.”
“It’s about time you made it up here,” Abby said.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Somebody told me I had a bridal delivery. There’s a special team of operatives down there awaiting the arrival of a very delicate package.”
“Then you’d better start walking, Donovan,” Abby teased as she took his offered arm. “I don’t like to keep my guys waiting.”
“The hell you don’t,” he said, winking at Sydney. “According to the fellows, they’ve been waiting over five years.”
“Their wait is over,” she promised, squeezing Sydney’s hand and mouthing a “thank you” as she passed her.
“Sure you don’t want to make ’em sweat it a little longer?” Brock asked.
“Not a chance.”
“I had a feeling I couldn’t talk you out of this,” he said, escorting her to the French doors leading to the back patio. “Just as long as the Underground Unit doesn’t lose one of its best and brightest.”
She stopped abruptly and lifted her veil. Searching his eyes, she asked, “Do you really think so, Brock?”
He winked. “You betcha. It takes a special woman to put up with that crew.”
The doors flung open and she hurried toward the men who would soon promise to love her for life. As Brock tried to keep up with her he grumbled, “On second thought, it probably takes an entire team to keep up with you!”
“That’s what I’ve been told,” she said, laughing. “And I hope to keep them on their toes until death parts us all!”
THE END
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International bestselling author Natalie Acres is a Tennessee author writing exclusively for Siren Publishing. Prone to pen western ménage romance, Natalie Acres enjoys sports, reading, and living life to the fullest. Watch for her next new release coming soon to Siren Publishing.
Also by Natalie Acres
Ménage Amour: Cowboy Boots 1:
Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts
Ménage Amour: Cowboy Boots 2:
Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business
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