Ride Me, Cowboys: A Reverse Harem Forbidden Romance (Coyote Ranch Book 3) Read online

  Ride Me, Cowboys

  Coyote Ranch

  Book Three

  Alexa B. James

  Contents

  Ride Me, Cowboys

  Coyote Ranch

  Book Three

  Alexa B. James

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  From the Author

  Excerpt: Wreck Me, Cowboys

  1

  1

  Amber

  As I rode Van Gogh back into the yard after exercising her on the trail, I spotted a U-Haul truck in front of the Grimes’s cabin, and a wave of relief and excitement went through me. Relief because the creepy Mr. Grimes and his holier-than-thou wife were leaving. Excitement because that meant the five cabins behind the lodge where I was living in sin with my three sinfully sexy stepbrothers would be empty.

  After more than a month of resisting the idea of renting the cabins to tourists, Waylon had given in. Which meant I had a new project, and if there was one thing I loved, it was a project. Which might have had a tiny bit to do with the fact that I was a bit of a project myself.

  I swung down off Van Gogh, feeling quite pleased with how much I’d progressed in my riding technique. I’d just dismounted with the poise of a real cowgirl. I strutted towards the barn, leading the beautiful white horse towards her stall. Now that Grimes had been fired for being a giant dick to me—or puny dick, to be precise—I had my hands full taking care of the four horses on the ranch.

  After I’d brushed down Van Gogh and put up her saddle and gear, I turned just in time to see Mrs. Grimes coming around the corner of the barn.

  Shit. Just who I didn’t want to see. I’d already seen way too much of her when she told me off for getting her husband fired. I could only imagine the earful I was about to get now that she’d been fired, too.

  But hey, it wasn’t my fault she attacked me and called me a whore. Okay, maybe the whore part was my fault. But what was a girl to do when every one of her stepbrothers was hotter than the last…and willing to share?

  I spotted the ladder leading up to the hay loft and decided to go for it. It looked a little rickety, and I’d never used it before. But if crotchety old Mr. Grimes could get up and down it, surely I could. It would save my pride, and my backside, from another run-in with the old witch. With a glance over my shoulder, I started up the ladder.

  “First she gets me fired and now she runs like a coward instead of facing me,” Mrs. Grimes said behind me.

  Craptastic. She’d seen me.

  “Maybe I’d prefer not to get thrown in the snow again,” I said, turning halfway around. I clung to the ladder and looked down at Mrs. Grimes.

  “Oh, don’t pretend that hurt,” she huffed, her eyes glittering with malice as she scurried over to the ladder.

  My mouth dropped open when she grabbed the rungs of the wooden ladder. It might hold me, but there was no way it was going to hold two of us. It was already shaking and swaying with my every step.

  “Don’t climb up,” I yelled, my hand shooting out, as if I could stop her from my position halfway up the ladder. “We’ll both fall.”

  “Then get your scrawny ass down here and tell me to my face how you didn’t mean to come in here conniving to get me and my husband both fired.”

  “I didn’t,” I protested, hugging the ladder as she shook it. It swayed and creaked alarmingly.

  “Get down here, you little hussy,” she barked, shaking the ladder harder. “Or I’ll come up there and get you myself.”

  I looked down, and then up at the dozen steps left before the loft.

  “I’d like to see you try, you big hussy,” I exploded, fear taking over and activating my no-filter mode. Making a snap decision, I scampered up the rungs as fast as I could. The ladder scraped sideways as I reached the last few steps. Mrs. Grimes screeched in fury below, but I didn’t stop to see if she was climbing up or just trying to knock me off.

  It had to be at least twenty feet to the floor, and I wasn’t keen on breaking my neck. The nearest hospital was probably hours away from Coyote Ranch.

  I grabbed the edge of the loft as the ladder began to tip, moving slowly to one side. With a shriek of fear, I hauled myself up, my legs kicking at empty air as I dove headfirst into a pile of straw. My heart slammed in my chest, my legs shaking with adrenaline. If I was going to die young, I did not want my cause of death to be listed as “an accident in a barn.” I may have been adjusting to ranch life, but I wasn’t that country yet.

  “You can run, but you can’t hide!” Mrs. Grimes squawked from below.

  I hung my head over the edge of the loft to see her panting and straining to lift the ladder, which had slid over against one wall. If she was trying to straighten it, that meant she was going to climb it. And from the look on her face, she wasn’t above tossing me from the hayloft and pretending it was an accident.

  Who would people believe, the cherry-cheeked cheerful old lady or the New York party girl? She’d probably say I was drunk and had fallen out myself.

  Determined not to let her reach me, I crawled along the loft to where the platform met the wall. The ladder was propped in the corner between the two, so I grabbed the top rungs and braced myself to push it away from the wall. Mrs. Grimes must have seen my intention, because she jerked at the ladder from below. Nearly toppling off, I let go of the ladder, which smacked back into the corner with a splintering crack. Whoever won control of the ladder, it didn’t look like either of us would be using it. Not without risk of it collapsing into a pile of boards and nails.

  “Leave me alone,” I yelled down.

  “I don’t think so,” she yelled back, yanking at the ladder.

  I grabbed the top, pulled it back, and shoved as hard as I could. It tottered for a moment before tipping. It started slow, but as it gained momentum, it began to move faster. Mrs. Grimes’s eyes widened, and she backpedaled to get clear of it as it crashed to the floor with a giant whoosh, sending up a cloud of dust and bits of straw. The horses neighed and danced nervously in their stalls.

  “You tried to kill me,” Mrs. Grimes screeched.

  “Um, hello, you tried to knock me off a ladder,” I shouted back.

  “That’s it,” she yelled. “I’ve had it with you and all these disgusting men. I’m calling the law on you.” With that, she whirled around and marched out of the barn.

  I jumped up, ready to run and tell the guys. Only then did I realize that once again, I’d gotten myself royally stuck.

  2

  Amber

  I didn’t want the guys to have to come back in from working to get me, so I settled down in the hay to wait. I was wearing nice warm clothes from my ride, and the day was sunny and warmer than usual, probably above freezing for once. Once Mrs. Grimes left, and I knew she wasn’t going to climb up and get me, it was kind of nice up there. When I heard the U-Haul pull out of the driveway, and I started to relax. The smell of the hay reminded me of the guys, and I snuggled down into it, thinking about them.

  The next thing I knew, I was waking up from a delicious dream of all three men devouring me, to the sound of voices outside the barn. I crawled to the edge of the
loft and yelled as loud as I could, and the voices stopped. I sat down on the hay and pulled out my phone. Now that I had all their numbers, I wasn’t sure which guy to text. Waylon had already rescued me one too many times, and I didn’t want him thinking I was more of a dumbass than he already did. On the other hand, I didn’t want the others thinking I was a dumbass at all.

  In the end, the barn door opened, so I just called out to Sawyer, who had walked through the door, looking more gorgeous than ever with his felt cowboy hat pulled down over his blonde hair. I waved wildly from the loft, calling down until he looked up. He just shook his head and started picking up the ladder.

  “Be careful,” I called. “It might be broken.”

  A minute later, his smiling face appeared over the edge of the loft. “What are you doing up here?” he asked.

  “Thank you, baby Jesus,” I said. “I thought I might be stuck here all night.”

  “I’m not baby Jesus, but you can thank me any time, Princess,” Sawyer said with a wink.

  “Oh, I intend to,” I said, my dream still fresh in my mind.

  Sawyer licked his lips. “Is that right?”

  “That’s one hundred percent correct.”

  “Let’s get you down from there,” he said, shaking his head and reaching for my hand.

  “I mean it,” I said. “I mean, it’s only fair. I showed you mine.”

  Sawyer looked startled for a second, then grinned and nodded. “That you did,” he said. “Are you saying you want me to show you mine?”

  “I might be interested,” I said, biting back a smile of my own. “You know. For educational purposes.”

  He climbed the last few rungs of the ladder and hopped up into the loft. “Even our parents couldn’t object to me furthering your education, right?”

  “Right now?” I squeaked, looking up at him. His hair had grown out a little, so it curled at the back of his neck, peeking out from under his hat. The sun slanted in the windows, and tiny hairs on his arms gleamed, outlining his shape in the sunlight.

  He grinned down at me, a challenge in his eyes. “No time like the present.”

  “Okay,” I said with a gulp. “But I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve watched it done. Not in person—well, not unless you count when I walked in on my boyfriend and another girl, but let’s not get into that. What I mean is, I’ve learned what I could from watching, you know, educational videos, so I might not totally suck. I mean, I’ll suck, but in a good way, at least I hope so.”

  Sawyer cocked an eyebrow, smirking at my verbal tirade. “You mean you watched porn.”

  “For educational purposes,” I protested.

  He grinned and nodded, his eyes flicking from my face down toward his zipper. I eased forward, then knelt up and ran my hands up the back of his legs. His calves were hard, his thighs even harder. My breath came faster as I looked up at his face. His smile remained, but his eyes were fierce with desire. I trembled at the intensity of his gaze. Biting my lip, I slid my hands around his thighs, pushing my fingers between them.

  He reached down, stroking the back of my head, then running his hand around my jaw, lifting my chin. His thumb stroked my lower lip, pulling my lips apart. “You don’t have to thank me this way if you don’t want,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

  “Oh, I want.” If I’d been uncertain before, his offer to let me off the hook sealed it. I wiggled my fingers, then drew my hands up further, over his firm ass, and tugged him one step closer. The fly of his jeans was inches from my face. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning as I unbuttoned his jeans. I was going to see my very first up-close-and-personal, in-the-flesh penis, and I could not wait.

  I slowly undid his zipper, unable to keep the smile off my face. I plunged my hand inside and gasped when my fingers closed around the hot, huge shape of his cock inside his boxer-briefs. I stroked my hand over his length, feeling it swell inside my hand as I squeezed gently.

  “Can I?” I whispered, hardly daring to continue. Too many years of having my advances shut down had me believing I’d never reach this point.

  “You don’t have to ask,” he said. “What’s mine is yours.”

  I laughed, and the sudden fear washed away with it. In one swift motion, I tugged down his jeans and his briefs, baring him for the taking. I gaped at the hugeness of it looming before me, like another limb. Licking my lips, I took his cock into my hand. It throbbed as my fingers closed around it again, this time on bare skin.

  “Oh, wow,” I breathed. “It’s huge.”

  “Take it slow,” he murmured. “Don’t be nervous, baby. There’s no rush. No pressure. Just get comfortable with it.”

  But I was tired of going slow. The fact that he was almost backtracking made me want to dive right in. I ran my hand up his full length, cupping the head in my palm. His skin was soft over the hardness of his cock, and I leaned in and kissed it right at the base. My lips followed a throbbing vein all the way up, my mouth wet with anticipation. I stretched up on my knees, bending his cock down so I could take it into my mouth.

  A drop of come was ready on the tip, and I sucked it greedily, tasting him for the first time. I moaned as my cunt throbbed with desire, wanting the impossible, for him to fill it to the brim even as my mouth was stuffed with his cock.

  Sawyer groaned softly, running his fingers through my hair as I gripped his shaft and plunged his cock deeper into my throat. He planted his feet wide and stroked my hair as I closed my lips around the head and tugged slightly, popping my lips over the ridge a couple times before sucking it deep into my throat again.

  “God, your mouth feels incredible,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

  A swell of elation went through me. I may have been on my knees, choking on his cock, but I was about to bring this giant to his knees. I had the power to make him moan as he cupped the back of my head gently, his muscles shaking with the effort to remain still, to let me set the pace. I was in control here, forcing him closer and closer to the brink, devouring him with each stroke of my tongue.

  I savored the salty taste in the back of my throat, sucking harder and moving faster as I took in as much of his cock as I could fit into my mouth. I stroked his shaft as I slurped and licked and sucked. My other hand wandered, exploring his muscular thighs and nice, tight buns. Sliding my hand between his thighs, I cupped his full balls and gently squeezed.

  Suddenly his hand twisted into my hair and tugged, and a shot of lust pierced through me. I moaned around the mouthful of cock, and he tugged harder.

  “I’m gonna come,” he blurted out.

  “Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, sucking harder.

  “Let up a little,” he said, his fist still tight in my hair.

  I hesitated, burning with shame. I’d messed up.

  “Nice and slow,” he coaxed. “Now look up at me. Let me see those baby blues.”

  I lifted my eyes to his, my mouth still stretched around his girth. When our eyes met, he sucked in a breath and his cock throbbed, lengthening just enough to hit the back of my throat as salty come spurted into my throat. Still gripping my hair, he rested a finger under my chin, rolling down my lower lip with his thumb so my teeth rested gently against his shaft as another wave of come stretched it even thicker. Come spilled into my mouth and I swallowed, tears filling my eyes with the effort not to choke.

  He started to pull away, but I grabbed his ass to keep him from stepping backwards. I wasn’t going to waste a drop. But he was out of my throat enough for me to catch my breath. Slowly, I slid my lips along his length, sucking off every last drop. My mouth made a popping sound as it slid over the head of his cock and slipped free.

  “Amber,” he said, his voice slightly choked. “That was…fan-fucking-tastic. All that education didn’t go to waste.”

  “It really helped.” I grinned and leaned forward to swirl my tongue around his tip, lapping up the last traces of his come, keeping my eyes on his. I pulled back slowly this time, kissing the very tip before lettin
g go.

  Sawyer tipped my chin up and wiped a drop from the corner of my mouth. I darted my tongue out, meeting the tip of his thumb.

  “I can’t believe someone kept all this locked away for years,” he said, grasping my shoulders and helping me to my feet. He pulled me against his massive chest, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  “Lucky you,” I said. “You get to benefit from my years of sexual frustration.”

  “I’m the luckiest man alive,” he said with a grin.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, a momentary insecurity filling me with gratitude. “For being so understanding, and not judging me.”

  “Judging you?” he asked with a little smile. “Fuck, Amber, you’re amazing. I think…I think I’m…in love.”

  I smiled back, squeezing my arms tighter around him. “You’re just saying that because you just had an orgasm.”

  “Yes, I am,” he said. “Can I give you one?”

  I thought about it for a second, then shook my head. I wanted this day to be all about what I’d done, not what he could do for me. “I’m okay for now,” I said. “But you owe me one.”

  “Deal,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He bent to find my mouth, his lips brushing over mine softly at first, then deeper. As we fell into a comfortable rhythm, our arms around each other, our bodies pressed together, I let myself relax. I’d done okay. And it had been fun. More than fun. Sexy.

  And at least one of my stepbrothers shared my feelings.

  3

  Amber

  There was only one thing to do after giving my first BJ, and that was calling my BFF. Yes, I knew it was frowned upon to kiss and tell. But I was well past the point where that was a concern. Let’s just say that if I was worried about what was frowned upon, I would not have let three guys go down on me in the same night while the other two took turns watching.

  “What’s up, juicy slut?” Haley said in the way of a hello.

  “Wow, I didn’t realize that had caught on,” I said. “I guess I’m now universally revered as the master slut.”