[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, public exhibition, spanking, paddling, sex toys, HEA]
Kate Jenkins is a curvy, sassy schoolteacher who has always wanted a man who will dominate her in the bedroom, but be her equal as well. She heads to Merricks, Montana, to visit her sister, who has fallen in love with not one but two men. Whilst she doesn’t begrudge her sister's lifestyle choice, it isn’t for her.
Grayson, Pierson, and Brock Carter own and run a security firm. When not working with his brothers Pierson is a dedicated fireman. They moved to Merricks with the intention of finding a wife to love, share, and dominate. They never expected that woman to be a fiery full-bodied woman who wants nothing to do with them.
With an arsonist on the loose and a drug cartel boss looking for revenge, the men must do everything they can to protect Kate, whilst convincing her that they are the men for her.
As soon as she was able to slip away from the watchful eye of her sister, she made her way toward the barn and away from the crowd. She would hide behind it for a while and watch the horses.
She rounded the corner and came to a stop. There stood a tall man in a faded pair of Wranglers and black shirt. His back rested against the wooden slats of the barn, and he had one leg raised and resting on the wall behind him.
Kate froze when he looked over at her. Neither of them said anything. They just continued to stare at each other. The man was tall, well over six feet, and had short-cut, dark-brown, almost-black hair. She thought that he looked military, or maybe a cop.
His dark, deep-brown eyes stared back at her, and she felt herself blush. He noticed her discomfort, too. The corner of his sculpted lips quirked up. Damn, he was good-looking. He had muscles, but he wasn’t solid like Blake. More like a runner, sleek and powerful. He had the look of a predator, ready to strike at any moment.
Kate felt her pussy tighten and her juices flow. Her body was ready to accept him, and they hadn’t even spoken a word yet. Amusement filled his eyes, and they crinkled at the corners. Kate sucked in a breath. This man was deadly. She was getting hot. She would be a puddle at his handsome feet if she didn’t back away soon. She just stood there with her mouth gaping open and flapping like a fish.
“What’s your name, darling?” he asked.
“Um…?” She was making a fool of herself, but couldn’t think straight with him looking at her with those sexy chocolate eyes.
“You forgot your name? How about I call you Candy?”
Kate’s thoughts came back to her in a rush. Her back went straight and she pulled a face.
“No!” she snapped. “You make me sound like a hooker.”
“How about Kitten, then?” he asked.
He smiled and sauntered over. The man actually sauntered.
“Now you’re just being ridiculous.” Kate smiled and took a step back. Geez the man was tall.
“Well then, tell me your name.”
Kate shivered at his deep voice.
“Kate. My name is Kate. And yours is?” Kate held out her hand for him to shake. The moment his hand touched hers, a spark flew between them and shot straight to her girl parts.
“Grayson Carter, baby. But you can call me yours.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back. Kate felt it all the way through her body and down to her toes. She forgot to breathe for a few seconds and had to suck in a large breath.
“That would have to be some of the cheesiest shit I have ever heard.” Kate pulled her hand back and smirked at Grayson. “Do you say that crap to all the girls?”
“No,” he said. “Only the beautiful ones like you.” Kate couldn’t hold back the snort.
“Are you drunk?” she asked. Grayson let out an almighty laugh. It was deep, and his whole body shook with his merriment. Kate really didn’t think her question was that funny. It was legitimate. Nobody had called her beautiful, ever. Cute or adorable once or twice, but never beautiful. He had to be on something.
“I like you, Kate,” he said, chuckling. “You have made my afternoon.”
“Glad I could oblige.” Kate was disgruntled. He was making fun of her, and she didn’t like it. “Look, mister. It’s mean to call someone something they’re not and then laugh at them. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
Grayson sobered quickly and looked down at her.
“Baby, my mother has nothing to do with this. She taught me the best of manners. I’ll excuse your slight because you don’t know me. When you do, you’ll see that when I say something I mean it.”
His voice had gone dark and serious. It made Kate shiver.
“I said you are beautiful and I meant it. If you were my woman, I’d spank you for putting yourself down, and for your little potty mouth. I might just do it anyway.”
Kate shivered again. She’d like to be spanked by this man, but she would never let him know about it.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“Don’t challenge a Dom, baby. You won’t like the consequences.”
“I’m not some little submissive with no brain. That needs big bad you to take care of me.”
Grayson smiled at her again. Why was she fighting with this man? How had the situation gone out of control so quickly? She needed to stop. She knew what it meant to rile up a Dom. She’d read the books. He just seemed to get under her skin. She wanted to jump his bones and punch him in the gut all at the same time.
“Oh, you are submissive. That I can tell.”
Oh, how she wanted to wipe the smug look from his face. “Are you saying that your sister is brainless then? She is Blake and James’s sub.”
“No!” she quickly replied. “I would never think that about my sister. You are just trying to change the subject.”
“No,” he said. “I’m trying to prove a point. A sub isn’t a doormat, Kate. As for you needing me to take care of you, I think I might be up to the challenge.”
Kate wanted to stomp her foot. She was getting nowhere. She didn’t really know why the words were coming from her mouth. He sent her brain into jumbles. Usually she was more reserved than this. She was smart and intellectual, but he made her say things. Things she didn’t really think or feel. She knew about D/s relationships, and she knew about Sarah and her men. She didn’t think any of that. She was just trying to take a dig at him, but it was only making her look stupid.
“I’m leaving,” Kate snapped. “You’re maddening. I’m not continuing this discussion.”
Grayson pulled the blanket tighter around the bundle in his arms and continued to place sweet gentle kisses on top of her head. She had taken her punishment well, better than he ever could have expected. If he was on the right track, he could almost say that it wasn’t a punishment at all and she had enjoyed it.
She had let her mind go and slipped into what was referred to as subspace. His chest puffed with pride that she would trust them enough to put herself in such a vulnerable position. Grayson made a promise to himself then and there. He would do everything in his power to never break the precious trust she had given them.
Kate wiggled on his lap and rubbed against his painfully hard erection. He had been that way since the first moment she had hesitantly walked into the bedroom. She was glorious in her nakedness, her breasts big and full, her hard pink nipples jutting from the cold and her arousal.
She had a soft, round tummy and an ass he not only wanted to spank, but grab, bite, kiss, and worship. But most of all he wanted to sink his cock balls deep and drive into her puckered opening until she screamed his name.
Kate started to stir in his arms, rubbing her legs together and moaning softly. Brock had gone to fetch her a glass of water, and Pierson sat on a chair in the corner of the room. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, and Grayson noticed the satisfied smile that graced his face. They were taken every bit as much as he was, and tonight had proven to them that she was more than worth the effort it would take to make her theirs permanently.
“Shh, love,” Grayson told her. “I’ll make it all better in a minute.”
He stood with her still cradled in his arms and gently laid her in the middle of the bed. The pillows had been removed, and he quickly stripped her of the blanket. Grayson climbed on the bed and gently parted her legs, exposing her wet pink pussy to his gaze. Crawling between her legs, he made himself comfortable as he examined his prize.
Kate looked down her body at him and tried to close her legs. His large shoulders prevented her from closing him out and she only put up a token resistance when he moved her thighs wide once more.
“You have a perfect pussy, love. I can’t wait to taste it,” he said.
“Stop, don’t look at it. It’s embarrassing,” she stammered. “You’re too close.”
She moved her hands down to cover herself, but was stopped when Brock grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head. Brock moved onto the bed beside her and took a nipple in his mouth, causing Kate to suck in a breath and moan. Whilst she was distracted he went back to looking at her delectable cunt.
Her little pearl was poking out of its hood, begging for attention, and Grayson didn’t wait any longer and swiped his tongue across the little nub. Kate moaned louder and arched her hips up toward him. Delighted with her response, he did again and was rewarded with another moan.
“You have to taste her, brothers,” he said. “She is sweet and spicy and delicious.”
Grayson stopped his teasing and went to work licking and sucking at her pussy, tasting her slightly musky flavor on his tongue. He watched as Pierson joined them on the bed naked as the day he was born and took her other nipple in his mouth. Brock still held her wrist captive above her head, and she tried to free herself as they worked her body like a finely tuned instrument.
Grayson slipped a long finger into her channel as he continued to flick her clitoris with his tongue. Her pussy was tight, and his dick throbbed behind his jeans, demanding to be released. She would be a snug fit, so Grayson added another finger to stretch and prepare her for their cocks.
Grayson and his brothers weren’t planning on taking things this far tonight, but feisty little Kate had challenged their inner Doms and practically demanded that they do something about it. He loved her spirit and her feisty attitude, and he would be more than happy to correct her on it when the need arose.
He knew she was going to be just as wild in bed, if now was any indication, and he couldn’t wait to sink into her welcoming heat as she thrashed around below him. He would tie her down if she got to out of control. She needed to know who was boss, but he still liked that she wasn’t too docile when it came to sex.