By: Eliza March
[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M] (Previously titled Anyway West)
The two gorgeous men on her doorstep look like the answer to Karlie’s sexual frustration. She has a score to settle with one, and he’s brought a peace offering in the form of a hunky friend. Karlie knows Jonathan’s darkest secrets and, at one time, desired him anyway. Now she won’t settle. She wants it all. Jonathan’s hard and furious, Trent’s slow and tender.
Ten years ago, Jonathan took everything she offered, any way he wanted, then abandoned her for the rodeo, danger and the open road. When he decides he still wants the one woman who accepted his rough sexual needs, he won’t settle for less. He’ll do what he must to convince her he’ll be enough. If she wants Trent, Jonathan will share her, but only for now.
Who says you can’t go home again?
An Erotic Romantic Menage
The colorful, fairy wing tattoo peeking above the waistband of the low-rise jeans were a new but very interesting addition.
Jonathan Westfield remembered the curve of those hips and the way her pants hugged the delectable ass he used to drool over as a youth. Now the total package fascinated him in a way he hated to admit. Discovering her here like this piqued his interest first. But when the woman bent over, her well-rounded derriere made his body respond like it always had—fast and hard. He shoved a hand in his pocket to make room for his expanding cock as it swelled inside his jeans.
Tilting the brim of his hat up to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he took the time to enjoy a better view of her hips. They swayed to the beat of the music blaring from the radio while she unloaded the truck. Below her midriff top, the skin he ached to touch glistened gold. The sweat beading on his upper lip wasn’t only from the heat of the late afternoon sun. He ran his tongue over his lips, remembering the salty flavor of her skin and the tangy taste of more. The tattoo was merely a tempting appetizer for the delectable entrée.
What would she do when she saw him?
“Now that’s a great piece of ass,” Trent Burns hissed behind Jonathan, his voice dropping into a deeper baritone.
“Hot daaamn,” Jonathan drawled out his agreement, “can’t argue with fact.”
“I’ve gotta have me some of that.” Trent’s comment sent a spear of emotion through Jonathan. Strange, it reminded him vaguely of jealousy.
The concept was ridiculous and so irrational he refused to acknowledge it. Instead, he teased his partner. “Maybe she’ll ask you to join us.”
“Or maybe she’ll take pity on you and let you watch.”
Jonathan made a good-natured grunt and considered the possibility of a ménage. He’d never minded sharing a woman or two with Trent in the past. He didn’t have any ties to Karlie except their old teenage crush. No sense getting all possessive now.
Trent adjusted his jeans for the second time since they got out of their truck, and this time Jonathan ignored the pressure growing in his groin. Withstanding his discomfort, both the emotional and physical pressure riding him as his cock pressed painfully against his zipper, would keep him focused on his immediate goal…fucking Karlie Whitman again.
She appeared slight, but Karlie was rounded and generous in all the right places. And strong. She hefted a large coil of wire out of the pickup, and Jonathan realized beneath that slender frame, the woman was fit. He glanced around and noticed the house and immediate grounds were in good shape, but the rest of the ranch looked rundown.
She stilled and glanced over her shoulder. Then she gave both of them the once-over and let a slow, sexy smile take over her expression. “Are you two gonna just stare all day, or do you think one of you gentlemen could give me a hand here?”