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by Mackenzie McKade
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: One tempting heiress. Two sexy cowboys. Three means fun beyond her wildest dreams--until her Cord starts to unravel. A Midsummer Night's Steam story Thoroughbred rancher's daughter Caitlyn Culver has always wanted playboy Cord Daily, even after her daddy threatened to bankrupt him. But winning a racehorse in a poker game means Cord is no longer just a cattle rancher. He's come back wealthier and more wicked than ever. Snaring this cowboy won't be easy for Cait, and keeping him will be even harder. Still, his sexual antics and taste for ménages won't scare her off. She knows the best way to snag a man like Cord is to pretend indifference. So when he comes onto her in the barn, she plays along--only to leave him tied to a ladder, aroused and unfulfilled. It's payback time. Cord seeks out Cait and brings along his playboy cousin, Dolan Crane. The two cowboys are enough to set her body afire. She's bound and determined to resist their sexual allure, but ends up experiencing a night beyond her wildest fantasies. Now Dolan wants Cait for himself. Cait's father wants Cord's racehorse. And Cord wants Caitlyn to choose--her father's money or her cowboy's love. Product Warnings Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trois, and BDSM.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2007
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [134 KB]
Reading time: 77-108 min.
Seducing Cord was easier than she would have imagined. Holding on to him would be the difficult part.
She clawed her fingernails down his chest, leaving a white path that turned pink as she followed the whisper of blond hair that trailed down his abdomen, swirling around his bellybutton before disappearing. Slowly, she raised her sultry gaze to meet his, and then she slipped her hand down his jeans.
He wore no boxers--no briefs.
Instead her fingers met the firm head of his cock. Stunned for only a moment, she circled the silky ridge, sliding her fingertip back and forth over the small slit now slick with pre-come.
"Please? Let me tie you up," she whispered.
His eyes darkened to a sea green. He clenched his jaw. "Darlin', do whatever you want." His words were tight and forced, his hips undulating against her hand.
"I'll be back," Cait promised, pressing her lips briefly to his as she extracted her hand. For a second she didn't think he would release her, but he did.
Cord's hot gaze followed her as she gathered the loose strands of leather off the bench. She stole a moment to compose herself. Her confidence almost took a nose dive when she saw that he'd undone the top button of his pants.
Just the whisper of a zipper and man-oh-man--
Funny how difficult it was to walk when aroused. She'd swear she was weaving all over the place as she approached him. Snuggling against him, his arms surrounding her, she took small steps to maneuver him backward against a wooden ladder leading to the loft above.
With a soft smile on her face, Cait raised his arm so that it bent at the elbow. She'd been around livestock all her life and knew how to tie a knot, one even Cord couldn't bust free. As she finished the tie around his wrist, she swore his body had become a furnace; his heat burned through her clothing.
When his other wrist was secured, she found the courage to kiss him--really kiss him for the first time.
She wrapped her arms around his neck like she had imagined so many times and pressed her mouth firmly to his. He tried to take control, but she pushed past his lips, plunging her tongue inside to taste and ravish.
Breathing elevated, he pulled against his restraints, the wood creaking. "Let me go, darlin'. Let me make you feel good." His sexy promise brought her back to reality. She stumbled back, tipsy from the euphoria.
Cait licked her lips, savoring Cord's masculine flavor. She inhaled deeply, knowing the next part of her plan sucked big time. Her body hummed with the need to strip the man naked and make a little yeehaw in the hay.
Instead, she tossed her hair over a shoulder, narrowed her eyes and said, "Try to get out of this one, Cord Daily."
Her plan was simple. Cord liked the chase. She had to arouse him to the point he couldn't think. Give a little--but leave him wanting. When she finally surrendered, loved him with all her heart, the man would be a goner.
Without another word she spun on the ball of her boots and hauled-ass out the door.