STORY EXCERPT

Though she didn’t look like anyone’s typical picture of a black sheep, Ellie Maine was just that in her family. She was five foot four, although she’d often wished she were taller, a desire that had led to a long term obsession with shoes. She was of average weight and had an athletic build. Maybe she was a touch busty for her height, but not disproportionately so. She had long, straight black hair and black, slightly almond-shaped eyes, both inherited from her Korean grandmother. Her inheritance from her other grandmother was less obvious, but her Irish temper flared whenever she saw what she considered injustice or unkindness.

It wasn’t her looks that made her the black sheep or the way she dressed or even her attitude. It was her job.

Her parents were medical doctors. Her grandparents on both sides were medical doctors. Her two brothers and one of her sisters were medical doctors. Her other sister wasn’t a medical doctor like the rest, but she was an astrophysicist with a PhD so doctor was part of her title. Also, she was currently training for a mission to the International Space Station, so she got a pass from her family for not being the right kind of doctor.

Ellie, on the other hand, only had a master’s degree in mathematics, and instead of going after her PhD, had elected to get her teaching certificate and take a job teaching high school math in the small town of Kinsdale in West Texas.

Her family had been happier when she announced, after three years of teaching, that she was going back to school. It was only a matter of time they all said, nodding with relief. However, once they heard that she was just getting her master’s in education, the disappointment returned and she solidified her role as the family black sheep.

Now she was the assistant head of the mathematics department at Kinsdale High. However, teaching, even with her additional administrative responsibilities, didn’t pay well, so she was here on her regularly weekly visit to The Whips and Spurs hustling pool so she could afford a pair of Jimmy Choos she had her eye on.

Ellie Maine easily sank the eight ball, much to the consternation of the trucker who had been convinced that she was an easy mark. Hell, she hadn’t even had to try very hard. One part of her mind was still on poor little Clyde. Her true love. Dogs weren’t just man’s best friend. They could be woman’s best friend, too. She had been devastated by his recent and unexpected death and had almost not come tonight, but she needed to get out of the house and hustling suckers like this would be just the thing to distract her.

Ellie studied the table. When she played for money, she definitely played up the teacher look and was wearing a pair of flat-heeled black Mary Janes on her feet. She hated flats, but she knew that looking small and helpless helped her find suckers, er, competitors.

She’d been in the process of winning her second game against the trucker and was thinking about taking a break when Mr. Tobias T. Martindale had walked in with two cronies followed by the cowboy she’d played and beaten the last two weeks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What had she done to deserve this? If she’d been asked to give a list of people she never wanted to meet again in, it would be jointly headed by Tobias T. Martindale and Bram Scoefield. She wasn’t sure who was worse.

Tobias was an obnoxious former student she had hoped she’d seen the last of when he’d graduated, and the laconic cowboy who had first come back into her life few weeks ago was someone she’d tried very hard to forget.

The two men couldn’t have been more different. The cowboy looked authentic with his scuffed boots and battered Stetson. Tobias, on the other hand, wouldn’t know how to spell authentic. She looked at him. He was just as insufferable as he’d been the last time she’d seen him at his high school graduation. She’d shaken hands with his parents and then when she’d moved to shake his hand, he’d pulled her in for a hug. It had been quick, but she could feel his body pressing against hers. She’d taken a long shower that night.

The cowboy, on the other hand, had acted like a gentleman. He was quiet, polite, and didn’t try to touch her. All the other women in the bar, both patrons and staff, were in a tizzy over him, but Ellie knew the real Bram. She hadn’t seen him in four years, but men like him didn’t change.

She didn’t know why he’d decided to reappear in her life but there was no use asking. He’d reveal it in his own time. He could be as stubborn as a mule when it suited him. He was hung like one, too, but she wasn’t going to think about that. Nope. Not at all. She just hoped he’d tell her what he wanted soon and then get the hell back out of her life. Or, even better, he’d just get out of her life, period.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ellie looked up at Bram and Ren standing before her, their cocks hard and thrusting proudly. She swallowed hard and reached out to touch them. She circled them both, squeezing lightly before sliding her hand up their lengths. They were both like steel encased in velvet. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Leaning forward, she licked up the length of Ren’s cock before swiping her tongue across the already weeping slit. Then she turned and did the same for Bram.

Back and forth, back and forth, she licked and sucked and pumped her hands on their cocks until their breathing was heaving and labored. It was Bram who broke first, moving to fist her hair and push his cock into her mouth before thrusting deeper and deeper. It was only a few strokes before he held himself deep and came down her throat.

She’d barely finished swallowing before Ren moved into the position just vacated by his cousin and thrust deep. He had even less self-control and started coming even as he thrust into her mouth.

Leaning her head back, she savored the taste of her men. Hers. The strength of her feelings of possessiveness startled her. She’d agreed years ago to try a ménage when she’d first fall in love with Bram. Ren had never mentioned sharing, but she’d noticed him watching certain couples at the club and had realized that threesomes turned him on. Hell, they turned her on, too, in theory, but there had never been anyone but Bram and Ren she’d wanted to try it with and she never thought she’d get the opportunity. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to try it with them if she was honest with herself. Some things worked great as fantasies but shouldn’t ever be tried in real life.

Based on how she felt now, ménage was not one of them. She felt aroused and powerful and just so right to be here with the both of them. Maybe they still needed to talk a few things out, but that could wait. Right now, she wanted her men, both of them.

Leaning back on her heels, she waited for them to recover and take charge of their scene. It was Bram who seemed to recover first, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. It made Ellie sad when they’d both completed this task. She wanted to pleasure them again. She wanted to show them just how good this could be. She wanted to claim them and put her mark on them so they’d never want another sub ever again.

But like a good sub, she waited.

She didn’t have to wait long. Ren walked over to a nearby table and retrieved something while Bram scooped her up and carried her over to the bondage table. Working together, they attached the cuffs Ren had picked up to her wrists and ankles. Then they blindfolded her before positioning her on her back on the table and fastened her securely. Both men took care to make sure the bindings were secure but not so tight that they cut off her circulation. She ended up with her arms secured above her head and her legs spread wide, her knees bent and pulled back so that she was spread wide for their gaze and enjoyment.

It wasn’t long before she felt one of them move between her legs, his hands on her thighs, his hot breath on her pussy. She shivered in anticipation, waiting to feel a mouth, a tongue, a hand, something. But then she was distracted by the fingers trailing lightly over her body, starting at her stomach and slowly trailing up one side and down the other, almost circling until they moved in on one breast and then the other. The wandering fingers seemed to touch her everywhere but where she wanted her most. Her nipples were hard and aching and feeling so neglected. She tried to thrust them at him, but she was too tightly bound to move more than a fraction of an inch.

She could hear a chuckle at her frustration and she thought it was Bram but just then, the man between her legs decide to lick her slit from bottom to top. He started just at her puckered opening and then moved up one side of her pussy to her clit, circled her clit once without actually touching it and then down the other side of her pussy back to where he’d started.

They were going to drive her crazy!