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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: [Siren Menage Amour 14: Menage a Quatre, F/M/M/M] Patton Jones has been deceiving Chase, Slade, and Devin Davis, but she's tired of playing the sweet, innocent, sisterly figure. When the brothers confront her with her lies, she decides it's time for the Davis brothers to see her as the woman she really is. Patton isn't the only one keeping secrets and the brothers fear that their own hidden lifestyle might be more than their little woman can handle. The brothers are unaware that Patton knows about their dark desires and is not the least bit intimidated. Knowing and experiencing are two different things. As Patton tastes small samples of the forbidden fruit, she becomes even more reckless in her enthusiasm to get the three brothers into her bed. Patton's wild schemes go too far and the brothers have to make a decision that will seal all their fates. [Erotic ménage a quatre romance, F/M/M/M, BDSM, Dom/sub, sex toys: Contains extreme graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Siren Menage Amour, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008

231 Reader Ratings:

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [518 KB]
Words: 110891
Reading time: 316-443 min.

"5 Bookmarks: I absolutely LOVED Patton's Way: Cattleman's Club, Book 1! I would rank this as one of my favorite stories of the year. Remember the name Jenny Penn as I predict this author as a true rising star among authors. This story hooked me right from the beginning and never let go, I couldn't put the book down. The plot twists and turns and the friction and heat between the brothers and Patton explode like an inferno. Patton's Way: Cattleman's Club, Book 1 is outstanding and I can't wait for the next story in this series, Hailey's Game. This story will turn you on like no other."--Daria Wright, Wild on Books

"5 Blue Ribbons: Oh wow! I simply wasn't able to put this book down once I started reading. Patton is such a spunky little obstinate fireball that I couldn't wait to found out what she'd do and whom she'd involve in her schemes. Chase, Slade and Devin obviously love her but they feel a need to protect her from their lifestyle and are clueless as to how to handle her seductive maneuvering. Patton's Way roused all sorts of emotions in me--everything from tears to laughter and even a little envy...ok, a lot of envy. I'm now anxiously awaiting upcoming books in this series--especially HAILEY'S GAME which will have Patton's friend, Hailey, who is the subject of Cole and Kyle's desire. Cole and Hailey's antagonism for each other is just too intense not to result in a seriously passionate relationship and I'm really anxious to find out how Kyle fits into the mix."--Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies Reviews.

"5 Angels: Patton's Way is the first book in the Cattleman's Club series by author Jenny Penn. From beginning to end this book scorches, taking a walk on the wild side never felt this good for Patton. She may have lusted after the Davis brothers all of her adult life but they've never looked at her as more than a little sister. But once the brothers discover the secret she's been keeping it isn't long before more secrets are revealed, secrets that change the way they look at her. Ms. Penn does a brilliant job of weaving the lust and love these four have for each other into a tale that does more than titillate. Her ability to engage the emotions of each character and bring them out in the open keeps this from being just a book about kinky sex. Sure there's plenty of that, but it's the deep emotions and love flowing through that turn this into a story worth reading. It's a fine line for an author to walk when portraying any BDSM lifestyle but Ms. Penn does it well and at no stage did any of it come across in a negative way. She explored the trust involved in such a relationship with skill and I thoroughly enjoyed Patton's submission to her three masters. I also enjoyed the way Patton's very independent, stubborn nature wasn't compromised in any way by her submission in the bedroom. Her body was more than happy to hand over her pleasure but her mind and spirit were never broken. I'm very much looking forward to the next installment of Ms. Penn's Cattleman's Club series."--Rachel C., Fallen Angel Reviews.

Chapter 1

Pink flowers flowed down to her ankles, white turtleneck folded up to her chin, and a ponytail, smooth and slick. A little mascara and a touch of lip-gloss, the gold cross they had given her on her sixteenth birthday and the diamond studs they'd given her on her twenty-first, right along with the champagne glasses filled with apple cider.

If only they knew how shit faced I got the following weekend celebrating with my friends.

Patton snickered to herself and shook her head at the image staring back at her. The outfit would have done a twelve-year-old girl proud. Too bad she was twenty-three.

I look like a high-classed call girl dressed up for a kinky client.

That wasn't far off. She'd dressed up for the Davis boys and they were definitely kinky. A shame they wouldn't be showing her any of their tricks. Then perhaps the thong hidden beneath the billowing folds of her skirt would serve more purpose than just covering her up.

Patton smiled with the knowledge of her barely-there bra. She might be done up like a doll, but underneath breathed the desires of a flesh and blood woman. If the Davis boys couldn't recognize that fact, perhaps she needed to find a few good men who did.

I've been looking for those men for the past six years and what do I have to show for it? A box full of vibrators.

So perhaps it was her problem the Davis brothers still looked at her as if she was twelve. The clothes didn't help. They perpetuated the image, just how the brothers wanted it. Patton grimaced, imagining what they would do if she showed up dressed in one of her tight, little outfits.

Chase might actually bust one of those blood vessels that always throbbed out from his temple whenever he yelled at her. Chase Davis was the oldest of the pack. The self-anointed man of the house, he assumed the role of the stern, unbending authority figure with the ease of a man born to wield power.

He was such a hunk. Patton sighed. He always walked around in those faded, hip-hugging jeans. When he wore a shirt, he always wore a black and tight t-shirt. Personally, she liked him better without a shirt. All those muscles, all that tanned skin, Patton wanted to do all sorts of things to that hard, thick body. Hell, all the brothers rippled with muscles that Patton would love to get more than just her hands on.

The man had a model perfect face except for the bump in his nose, thanks to breaking it more than once. Even that minor flaw attracted her. When he had to go out into the fields, he'd put on his Stetson and pull it down slightly so that the curved edges made his rugged features look more strong and angular.

Just like his brothers, Chase had the straight eyebrows, a strong jaw line, just rounded enough not to be square. His lips haunted Patton. The brothers all had the same not too full and not too thin perfect lips meant to tease a woman to insanity.

The only differences between the three were their eye colors and the length of their hair. Chase had dark blue eyes and kept his light brown hair short, neatly trimmed.

Slade's lighter blue eyes were as piercing as Chase's were mesmerizing. Just as Chase's stormy, blue eyes fit his temperamental personality, just as Slade's fit his perceptive one.

Slade's lighter brown hair curled around the edges of his collar and ears, letting the chocolate color highlight the smooth, tan skin of his neck. It softened the hard edges of his features, but a woman would be a fool to mistake that illusion for reality.

Devin, the youngest, had smoky gray bedroom eyes that darkened with humor or pleasure and lightened with his anger. The charming, reckless younger brother, his shaggy hair cut annoyed Chase and proclaimed to the world his rebel status. Just to irritate Chase further, Devin normally let it grow long enough to fall down around his eyes.

"You look ridiculous," Casey snickered from Patton's doorway.

"Gee, thanks." Patton turned from the mirror. "I'm so grateful for your moral support."

"You want support, why don't you slip into that black sheath dress you wore to Allen's party the other night and put on your five inch stilettos and walk into that house demanding what is yours?"

"Because that might actually get me put over Chase's knee."

"Leave the panties off and I'll guarantee you'll get more than a spanking." Casey came into the room and settled on the bed. "When are you going to let them boys see who you really are?"

"It's not that easy and you know it."

Casey, Patton's best friend and business partner, knew all about Patton and her obsession with the Davis brothers. Having met the three Southern raised bad boys, the feisty red head now completely understood Patton's predicament.

Arrogant, demanding, and with a healthy dose of sexism thrown in, the Davis brothers wanted their lovers hot and wild and their so-called "sister" sweet and demure. Two things Patton would never be, sweet or demure, but she could pretend. She either played along or risked losing them all together.

When her dad had died leaving her parentless, Wanda Davis had stepped in. She'd taken Patton into her home and raised her as the daughter she'd always wanted. Though Wanda had never formally adopted Patton, she had secured a deathbed promise from her sons to finish raising Patton.

They'd fulfilled that promise. Now she was all grown up and the promise didn't need to be adhered to. A fact Patton was all too aware of. That hadn't occurred to the brothers though. A blessing or a curse, Patton didn't know how to break the spell either way.

"I see you're packing some heat here." Casey lifted up a pair of tight fitting leather pants. "Got plans?"

"Just want to be prepared if Hailey's around. I might sneak out to some clubs."

"You planning on being gone long?" Casey asked as she continued to root through Patton's bag.

"A week max."

"So what is this impromptu trip about?"

"Chase said he wanted to discuss my graduation gift." Patton zipped up her laptop.

"Jesus, Patton. When are you going to tell them that you didn't go to college?"

"Uh, never." Patton cut Casey a sideways look. "I may not be ed-juma-cated, but I ain't dumb."

"This is like a bad sitcom." Casey rolled her eyes. "Dare I ask how you're going to fake the graduation ceremony?"

"I'm not going. Unfortunately, you and I are taking a celebratory trip to the Bahamas. So, our diplomas will be mailed to us."

"And when this diploma doesn't show up?"

"It will. I ordered up a rendition--"

"A fake."

"So? None of them went to college. They wouldn't know the difference." Patton zipped up her suitcase.

"Lord have mercy on you if those boys ever find out what you really do for a living." Casey stood and lifted Patton's suitcase for her.

"That's never going to happen."

"And if it does?"

"I'll change my name and move to Alaska."

I am going to spank that ass until she can't sit down for a whole fucking week.

Chase pivoted at the refrigerator.

Then I'm going to hunt down that bastard and beat him to a bloody pulp.

He turned at the counter.

I'm going to hang him by his toenails from the front oak as a warning and lock her in her room 'til she's ninety.

Every time he thought about those photographs, his blood boiled. That was his Patton. His Patton. There for the world to see naked and sweaty with some disease-infested playboy licking her damn stomach.

I'll rip his tongue right out of his head!

Chase pivoted at the refrigerator.

How could she!

"Pacing isn't going to get her here any faster."

Slade's annoyed tone shifted Chase's attention from thoughts escalating the need for violence in his muscles. His younger brother sighed and his expression clearly stated his annoyance.

"I can't believe she did this," Devin muttered, drawing Chase's eyes to the laptop.

He didn't need to see the image of the auburn beauty wearing nothing more than a thong. His eyes, though, couldn't tear themselves away from the image. The woman wore nothing but a tiny black thong. Her gorgeous locks hung down over her shoulders and barely covered her nipples.

The chains hanging down all around her, caressing against her naked body made the image darkly erotic and led a man's cock to pulse with the fantasy of having her tied up for his mercy.

Devin clicked the mouse and a new picture flowed down the screen. At least she wore a bra in this one, even if the little scrap could barely be called such. Sitting on a saddle with a black Stetson pulled down, concealing most of her face. Not her smile though. The seductive little twist of her full, sensual lips promised all sorts of forbidden things.

Those hot, irresistible curves made a man's hands burn with the need to touch her. The glint of her belly button ring promised things a man couldn't resist. She had another though, one guaranteed to drive a man wild with lust.

The subtle glint of silver peeking through the sheer fabric of her panties required a man to truly study the image to notice the small detail. Of course, the hand slipping under the elastic edge of her panties assured a man spent his time studying that portion of her anatomy.

Chase's dick went from semi-hard to trying to push its way through zipper and denim. Damnit. He shouldn't think things like that. Not about Patton.

He'd helped raise her from a girl scared of monsters under the bed to the carefree woman she had become. Carefree, Chase snorted to himself. More like impulsive, reckless and completely lacking in any common sense. Of all her wild antics, this one ranked as the worst.

She'd given them many nights of worry, concerned that one day she would get hurt. If not hurt, then she'd end up chained to their bed, because there was only so much a man could take. The last time she'd been home, they'd almost all collectively snapped because of that damn belly button ring.

It had driven him crazy. He'd caught Devin staring at Patton more than once with a boner the size to make a horse jealous. That need had driven Devin right out of the house, and he'd spent most of Christmas running through the available women down at Cattleman's Club.

Chase hadn't fared much better. Instead of driving his cock into every wet and willing cunt he could find, he'd been short tempered and moody. At one point, he'd completely lost it and demanded Patton take the damn thing out.

Patton, being Patton, had refused and gone nose to nose with him. He'd lost the battle because he couldn't very well admit to her that it gave him an erection that couldn't be eased with a little hand stroking in the shower.

Chase just wanted to keep on pretending Patton was a little girl. He could deny his perverse instincts if he saw her as the naïve innocent running around in pigtails.

As a woman, Patton would be fair game. It would be open season for not just him, but all three brothers. They knew just how to reduce a woman from proud to begging, where to touch, kiss, and stroke to make her come apart as one orgasm after another ripped her control away and left only them as masters of her desire.

Chase had never felt ashamed or embarrassed by what he and his brothers did to a woman. They'd never hurt one or left any unsatisfied. Patton was different, or at least, she was supposed to be.

Devin clicked on the next page of the on-line lingerie catalog and Chase turned away. He didn't want to see pictures of her in an intimate embrace with another man, even if they were pretend. It had better damn well be pretend.

"Will you stop staring at those photographs?" Chase slammed down the laptop monitor, drawing a dark look from Devin.

"You're going to go blind," Slade snickered.

"Or break your zipper."

"You're one to talk," Devin retorted. "Or was I mistaken when I heard Charlotte going off on you for calling her Patton while you fucked her last night?"

"Screw you, Devin."

"At least when I'm pretending she's Patton, I remember to call her 'baby' and 'sweetheart'. I don't make you starve just because I can't keep a name straight and the damn woman wouldn't even cook us breakfast."

"It's those damn pictures."

"Bullshit. You've been hot to pump that pussy since she was eighteen."

"Don't talk about Patton that way!"

"Why not? It's the truth. She's a beautiful fuckable woman and we all want a piece of her."

Chase was barely aware of Slade jumping out of the way as he dove over the counter and knocked Devin to the floor. Unleashing all his pent up rage, he tried to beat his younger brother straight through the floorboards.