RIVER BOUND
by Myla Jackson
Blurb
For a hot and sexy historical western and menage, check it out!
What do a madame and a bounty hunter have in common? They want the same man. Bound and Tied, Book 3
When Rosalyn Smythe, aka Madame Rosie, steps aboard the Marie-Dearie, she hopes it’s the end of a year-long search for her runaway fiancé, Dalton Black. Her cabin holds a surprise: James McKendrick. Notorious bounty hunter, old lover…a man only too happy to help her clear the air—and her heart—of her murdering, thieving bastard fiancé once and for all.
In disguise as a riverboat gambler, Dalton is determined to find who framed him for killing two U.S. Army soldiers and who stole the gold they were carrying. He wants his life back—and his woman, who just happens to be on board and on the arm of his former best friend.
Convincing James he’s innocent is easier than winning back Rosalyn’s heart. Especially since Rosalyn seems to be enjoying their competition for her affections a little too much. There’s only one place to work out his dilemma. In bed.
As the sheets become unbearably hot, threads of evidence leading to the real killer are unraveling, leading toward one fateful card game—and one man who’s hell-bent on making sure Dalton has nothing left to lose.
Warning: This title contains hot ménage a trois scenes, bondage, and two men loving, sharing and fighting for the love of one woman with very specific bedroom desires and a a bordello full of experience to tempt any man beyond redemption.
Excerpt
She flipped the buttons open and pulled James’s cock out. “A woman can change her mind as quickly as she changes clothing.” Her brows rose. “You’re so hard and ready. I’m certain Dalton will be flaccid for a while. Care to service me?”
Dalton frowned. “I’m not in the sharing mood.”
“Oh, pooh.” Rosalyn waved his words aside. “We’ve done this before.”
“Over a year ago,” he groused.
“And you don’t remember how good it was?”
“I’m too spent to enjoy it now.”
“Then leave while James and I enjoy a little romp.”
James had his trousers and boots off before Dalton could voice a protest.
The bounty hunter turned Rosalyn to face Dalton and slid in behind her, his cock nudging its way between her legs.
“Damned rutting bull,” Dalton grumbled, refusing to leave the bed or give any more space to the other man. He reached for Rosalyn’s clit, running his fingers through the fine, curly hairs to find that special spot
that made her crazy with desire. Her hand closed over his, the delicate fingers guiding him to the nubbin of sensitive flesh.
Dalton smiled, glad to have her facing him as he stroked her clit. “You will be my woman in the end.”
“Don’t be so certain.” James’s hand smoothed over Rosalyn’s hip and back to the crease between her butt cheeks. “I can give her stability.”
“You’re a bounty hunter,” Dalton retorted. “You’ll be gone ten months out of the year.”
“You’re a gambler. Gamblers aren’t known for their ability to put down roots.”
Dalton didn’t mention the ranch in Texas. “Do you even know what the lady wants or needs?”
“Did either of you bother to ask me?” Rosalyn shook her head. “Both of you be quiet and make love to me.”
“I’m the better man for her.” Dalton flicked her clit to emphasize his words.
“Shh.” Rosalyn pressed a finger to his lips. “Shut up and show me.”
“I’ll show you.” James unfastened the remaining buttons of her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, tossing it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her boots.
“Thank you.” Dalton dragged her against him and eased his hard cock into her cunt. “I’m staking my claim.”
Rosalyn’s brow furrowed, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest.
The smooth orbs reminded Dalton of the other feminine delights he’d missed in their earlier lovemaking. He plumped her breasts, his mouth watering, anxious to taste of their delights.
“Let me remind you, I’m not a claim to be staked. I’m a woman to be courted and wooed.”
Dalton snorted. “You like it when I’m rough.”
She smiled at him, her lashes lowering over her beautiful blue eyes. “A year is a long time in which a woman can change her mind and desires.”
A warm, rough hand caressed her arm, and James leaned against her back. “You’re an amazing woman, Roz.” His hand slipped between her and Dalton, cupping a breast. “Your skin is as soft as a newborn kitten, and you smell like flowers.”
Dalton chuckled. “Is that the best you can do?” He slid out of Rosalyn until just the tip of his dick remained poised at her entrance.
She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her body strained downward to take him back inside.
“Want it?” He dipped in and back out. “Tell me,” he demanded.
Her pretty lips thinned, her jaw clenched. “I want…” her breath caught, “…to hear more of what James has to say,” she finished in a rush.
That wasn’t what Dalton had in mind. He wanted her to beg him like she’d done earlier.
Instead, James scooted even closer, his cock nudging her from behind.
She arched her back, presenting her ass toward him.
James grinned over her head at Dalton and, with his own dick, shoved Dalton aside, sliding his cock into Rosalyn.
A growl rose in Dalton’s chest, his eyes narrowing at his former friend.
Rosalyn laid a hand on his chest, her gaze direct and sure. “Be nice to James or leave my bed.”
Dalton glared at James. “You’ve not won her yet.” His fingers danced over Rosalyn, laying siege to her breasts. He scooted down, taking one into his mouth, sucking hard, pulling until the woman drew in a sharp breath.
James moved from behind her, his cock riding in and out, his hands holding her hips. “Like that, Roz?” He nuzzled her neck, tapping the back of her ear with his tongue.
“Umm.” She reached up to cup his chin.
Not to be outdone, Dalton switched his attention to the other breast, his tongue flicking, teasing the tip to a hard little bud. His hand slipped down over her belly and into the curls guarding her womanhood. His fingers parted her folds and stroked her clit. He pressed lower for some of the moisture she and James were creating, his fingers connecting with James’s cock.
“Hey.” James stilled, his dick halfway out of Rosalyn’s cunt.
Dalton smiled. “Concerned about a man touching you?”
James frowned across Rosalyn. “No, of course not. You just caught me off guard.”
“Let him touch you, James.” Rosalyn lifted her leg and guided Dalton’s hand to circle James’s cock where it remained half sheathed inside her. Her eyes closed and she purred.
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