STORY EXCERPT 

“Is that who I think it is?” Matthew asked no one in particular.

He was looking at a beautiful young woman he had seen around campus a few years ago in Kalispell. The blonde was sitting with a group of women, his future sister-in-law being one of them. They all seemed excited about something, laughing and talking together.

The blonde was luscious from what Matthew could remember. She was curvy and healthy, not like the girls from school who thought they had to be stick thin to be pretty. Matthew liked a woman with meat on her bones.

It wasn’t like he had dated a lot. His studies were what was most important, and then he had to help take care of his brother’s friend, Kyle, when he had been shot and left for dead a year ago.

Matthew knew that his brother Morgan and his best friend, Kyle Burton, were lovers. It was never spoken out loud, or announced. He could see how the two acted together. They were too close to be just friends with their subtle touches and sizzling glances when they thought no one was looking. It didn’t matter to Matthew. Everyone could love who they wanted, whether it be hetero, or homosexual.

The surprise came to him when he found out that they were looking to have a relationship with a girl who had gotten trapped in an avalanche. They were desperate to help find this lost girl, along with everyone else who was looking for, but they said when they found her, they knew she was the woman they were looking for. They were going to share her.

Ménage relationships were growing in Western Montana. Several of Kyle and Morgan’s friends were already involved in them, and Kyle and Morgan were going to be another one to join the fray.

Lily Dempsey was the sister of a rancher out off Highway 2. Their father had been the first one in the area to bring in Kobe beef cattle, something that would help bolster their herd and their finances. Lily wasn’t your typical rancher’s sister. She was a writer, one of erotic romance novels, specializing in man love, from what his brother had told him.

When Matthew had gotten the call from Morgan that Kyle had been shot and needed help with his recovery, Matthew was all too quick to volunteer to help out. Morgan only got a certain amount of vacation time saved up, so they asked Matthew instead of hiring someone to come in to help.

At that time, Kyle and Morgan were still pursuing Lily. Matthew watched from the sidelines as the process had become somewhat comical. The woman had tried her best to refuse the gifts the guys had sent her. She tried to return flowers, candy, even fruit bouquets. Frustrated, Lily had even gone to the firehouse and told their captain to tell the men to stop sending her stuff. He had told Morgan and Kyle, but of course, they didn’t listen.

She became theirs when they refused to back down. They liked to call it wearing her down. They had her where they wanted her, in between them, when she went up into the mountains to have some privacy to write. A forest fire broke out and they worked with others to help rescue her.

They were happy now, and she was helping to plan her wedding with a bunch of other women. From what his brother had told him, there were going to be eight brides total. The question was, what was the blonde girl doing with them? Was she going to be one of the brides?

Why did that thought make him sick to his stomach? Had he lost her before he was able to try to win her?

“Yes. That’s Heather,” Andrew Collins replied. He took a swig from his longneck. “She’s Gwen’s daughter.”

A wide smile slid across Matthew’s face. This Heather was nearly family. “Really?” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Kyle and Morgan both chuckled, along with half a dozen men that sat at the table across the room. One thing that Matthew had learned from these men over the past few years was that they cared for their women, and they protected them.

This little get together had been kept from the men, but the temporary manager of the Tipsy Tavern had called several of the men and told them their women were there, drinking and having fun. Within an hour, a man from each of the women’s relationships had arrived.

They had taken a couple of tables near the stage. It was midweek and the place was filled with families, rather than revelers or the harder drinkers. Those were the ranch hands, the ones who came in during the weekends. This was a mild crowd.

Music came from the jukebox so the stage was empty. Conversation was low and friendly, although on occasion a child would get too loud. Otherwise, it was the perfect atmosphere to keep an eye on the ladies.

Keeping his eyes on Heather, Matthew asked, “Is she single?”

The men burst out laughing. It was a moment before Matthew looked around the table. He had realized that they were all watching him. “What’s so funny?” he asked uneasily.

“You’ve already been captured, and you don’t even know it yet,” Kyle answered smugly.

“What do you mean, captured?”

Matthew picked up the longneck in front of him and swung it a bit. “You’re looking at her as if you see her as if she’s your woman already.”

ADULT EXCERPT 

Matthew’s mouth on her clit was driving Heather up the climactic mountain. Tingling began under his mouth as she felt her cream leaking from her. His hands were dominant on her thighs, holding her open for him, yet holding her down so she wouldn’t buck him off her.

His five o’clock shadow was a sexual abrasion she enjoyed. It added to the assault of her senses. His silky hair beneath her fingers were cool as she held onto it. He had complained that he needed to get a haircut, and she liked his hair the length it was now.

The release of her clit with a pop had her clutching his hair tighter. “Easy, babes,” he whispered against her skin, notching up her arousal. He moved his mouth down, his lips kissing her until he reached her opening.

The flat of his tongue swept across her opening before he scooped it into her. Repeatedly, Matthew licked and then pressed his tongue into her, fucking her with it. His nose was pressing against her clit. All three motions were building the tingling in her cunt.

Electrical currents were shooting out from her cunt, her nerve endings alive. His hand was trying hard to hold her body still, but it gyrated, her pussy trying to get as close to Matthew’s tongue as possible.

A moan escaped her when he moved his mouth back to her clit. He proceeded to slip two fingers into her pussy and began to move in and out of her, like he was fucking her with them.

When he would drag his fingers out of her, he would hook his fingers upward and strike the tips across the sweet spot within her. No matter how hard she tried to keep still, her hips would rise and fall with the sensations he was building within her. She couldn’t help it.

Her head tossed back and forth on the bedspread that they hadn’t removed yet. Her hips bobbed up and down in rhythm to Matthew’s ministrations. Heat coursed through her body, heating from the inside out. It was as if she had no control of her body.

It was another few moments before Matthew doubled his suction on her clit. It felt as if it was going to come off, but that was right before her cunt exploded outward. The tingling, tightening feeling bursting, careening her over the precipice of orgasm.

Heather’s breathing caught in her lungs. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Her limbs became rigid as the climax overtook her entire body.

It sounded as if white noise seeped into her hearing, and dark spots dotted her sight, even behind her closed eyelids.

This was something she had never experienced before. The few sexual interludes she had in the past didn’t result in this wonderful feeling.

As the feelings began to wane, reality seeping in, Heather felt something wide and hard at her entrance. Letting her eyes flutter open, she found Matthew standing between her legs, his pants missing.

Their eyes locked as he began to push into her. His cock filled her completely as he seated himself fully inside her, the tip of him nestling at her cervix. Matthew groaned as he bent to loom over her, planting his hands on both sides of her torso.

“That was fantastic to see,” he praised. “I could watch you come like that for the rest of my life.”

Heather’s heart flopped in her chest at his words. Her stomach had those butterflies fluttering around again. Matthew knew the right words to say, and she could only hope and pray that he was planning on following through with them.

“I would love to see you try,” was all she could say.

Reaching up, she wrapped her hands around his magnificent biceps. Well, as much as she could since he was ripped in that department.

His muscles were well developed all over his body, evident of his construction work and his workouts at the gym. She might have to go to the gym herself to keep up with him.

Matthew leaned down and captured her lips with his. For the first time, she tasted herself, and she didn’t find it as repulsive as she had thought. In fact, it boosted libido.

Slowly, he moved in and out of her. The tip of his dick remained at her opening and then, her cunt sucked him back in as if it missed him. Over and over, their hips came together and separated, their bodies working like a well-greased machine. Small grunts, moans, and groans sounded in the room. A light sheen of perspiration appeared on their bodies.

The tingling that had taken over her body just a bit ago returned. It began deep within her pussy. Each time his hard shaft moved across that sweet spot within her, it increased. Her body chased the climax it sought, and as he shuttled in and out of her, faster and faster, that explosion occurred again.

Her body arched up against him as he held his still, his dick buried deep within her as she felt liquid heat fill her womb. He cried out his release as he slipped his arms under her back and held her to him.

As her senses returned to her, she found herself in the middle of the bed, a pillow under her cheek, and Matthew wrapped around her. His naked body was spooning her, his already hard cock nestled in the crack of her ass.

Matthew was laying kisses along her shoulder and neck. He stopped when he felt her stir. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips against her skin.

Heather stretched. She slid her hand along his forearm and found his hand. Threading her fingers with his, she held his hand close. “I’m good,” she answered languidly. “You?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmured against her shoulder. “Ready for more?”

A giggle escaped her. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep up with you,” she joked.

“You will, babes. I promise.”