Lang, Chloe - Captured by Cowboys [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  These were her Masters…hers…only hers. Her surrender was absolute and overwhelming. Her climax radiated from her womb, creating a tsunami of sensations that stretched and burned every nerve ending in her body.

  Bryant moaned and held the back of her head. “Fuck, I’m coming. Swallow every drop, pet.” His hot liquid hit her at the back of her throat, and she greedily gulped it all down.

  Cody’s cock drove into her hard and fast. “Here I come, baby. Damn.” His last word trailed off into a manly moan of release. The spasms in her pussy clenched and unclenched on his dick, again and again.

  Emmett’s words of domination were muffled and husky. “You. Are. Mine.” He thrust into her bottom over and over. Then she felt him buck up against her, sending his dick deep into her ass. She tightened her insides around him, enjoying the feel of his pulse inside her.

  Her climax multiplied, pulsing faster and faster, hotter and hotter. She clung to the rhythmic sensations, riding out every sinful shudder. Frantic, wild pleasure shredded her to pieces, searing the pulse in her veins.

  Bryant stepped back, slipping his sated cock from her mouth with a pop.

  Without his cock to hold back her moans of ecstasy, they vibrated her lips violently as they escaped her throat. Trekking through a myriad of dizzy responses in her body, she closed her eyes tight, feeling tears stream from her eyes.

  In a flash, she was off the bench and in Emmett’s arms. He held her so tight to his chest she could actually feel his heartbeats on her flesh. Her pulse thudded through her body, a hot, humid throbbing. Bryant stroked her hair and Cody kissed her back.

  “Open your eyes, little one.” Emmett’s tender command squeezed her heart perfectly.

  She obeyed, and gazed into her Master’s eyes.

  “You will obey. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “And you will love us, too.”

  “Always.”

  * * * *

  Amber sat in the booth at Blue’s Diner with her three men. Emmett sat next to her and Cody and Bryant sat across from them. She still couldn’t believe what they’d done for her, for her boys. But right in front of her on the table surrounded by four cups, three black coffees and her hot tea with cream and sugar, were architectural plans for a dormitory.

  “This is amazing. You guys are serious about this?” she asked.

  “We are,” Bryant said.

  “Hell yeah, we’re serious,” Cody added.

  Emmett squeezed her hand. “We’ve got an appointment with Phoebe Blue today to update our wills and to get the paperwork started on donating a hundred acres to the new boys’ ranch.”

  When she’d told them about all the boys at the orphanage and that they’d likely be shuffled like a deck of cards away from each other into foster homes, shelters, and other facilities, her guys had taken the reins and put this whole thing together in nothing flat.

  Cody smiled. “Will you miss Chicago, baby?”

  She shook her head. “My sister is here now. Juan, too, and soon all my other boys. I get to work as a counselor again, helping children. One trip back to my apartment to get my things and to end my lease should be all I need.”

  “How about we head up there next week?” Cody said, clearly eager to settle her into their houses—the one in town, which was a lovely ranch style on Big Elm Street behind the Dream Hotel, and their cabin on the ranch in the mountains, which she loved more than any other place in the world.

  Two elderly, nice-looking gentlemen walked up to the booth.

  The one with the white hair, red flannel shirt, and pipe spoke first. “How are you boys doing?”

  “Just fine, Patrick,” Emmett answered. “You and Sam haven’t met Amber yet, have you?”

  “No we haven’t.” He extended his hand to her.

  “Nice to meet you two.” She took Patrick’s hand, and before she could stop him, he lifted the back of her hand up to his lips.

  “And you.”

  “Forgive my brother, miss. He’s a bit touched.” The bald man with the white beard twirled a finger near the side of his head in the universal sign of crazy. “I’m Sam O’Leary. I thought Jason said your name is Kathy White.”

  “Legally it is. I’ve decided from now on to be called by the name these cowboys gave me when they found me—Amber.”

  “Nice to meet you, Amber.” Sam held out his hand as Patrick had done.

  “Likewise, Mr. O’Leary.” She offered her hand to him, and like his brother, he also kissed the back of it.

  Sawyer and Reed, the ranch hands and close friends of her guys, ran into the diner. The rugged mavericks wore their hair longer than most around Destiny, likely an outward sign of their inward rebellious natures. Sawyer had fierce green eyes, while Reed’s were blue and inviting. “You guys are going to the courthouse, aren’t you?”

  “Of course they are,” Patrick said. “The whole town will be there to watch my wife—”

  “Our wife,” Sam corrected.

  “Our wonderful wife. She will be proceeding over the hearing.”

  “Ethel is a great judge,” Bryant said.

  “The greatest,” the elderly men said in unison.

  Amber had learned that the O’Learys had been like grandparents to her guys, the Knight brothers, and the Colemans—Sawyer, Reed, and their sister Erica—after all their parents had died in the plane crash together.

  The diner was clearing out fast.

  “We better hurry before all the good seats are taken,” Patrick said.

  He and Sam bolted out the door, followed by Sawyer and Reed.

  “You guys were joking when you said Patrick actually believes in dragons, weren’t you?” They’d mentioned it one day when they were telling her about the town. The man seemed quite reasonable and in his right mind to her.

  Bryant smiled. “Just ask him yourself some day, but be ready to lose at least a couple of hours for his tirade on the subject.”

  Cody asked, “You’ve seen the statues around the park, baby?”

  She nodded.

  “Who do you think paid for them?”

  “Patrick?”

  “Yes. He’s the richest man in town and maybe the most brilliant, too. So what if he believes in dragons? He might be right.”

  “Okay, we better head over to the courthouse now,” Emmett said. “We don’t want to miss all the fun.”

  * * * *

  Emmett sat in the Swanson County Courthouse next to Amber, the woman he and his brothers would spend the rest of their lives with. He looked on the other side of the mahogany half wall dividing the courtroom in two. Eric and Scott stood next to Cameron Strange, TBK’s corporate attorney. Behind them, in the gallery but just on the other side of the wall, was Cam’s brother, Dylan, former CIA operative and head of security for Eric and Scott’s tech company.

  The normally rowdy citizens of Destiny were quiet, making it easy to hear across the courtroom.

  “Look over there.” Scott pointed at Emmett, Amber, and his brothers. “The playboys of Destiny have been tamed.”

  Eric frowned and hit his brother in the arm. “What the fuck do you mean by that? We’re the reigning playboys. Always have been. Not the Stones.”

  Emmett smiled and waved at his good friends. Let them take the helm. They were excellent training Doms. Phase Four was now their domain. He wanted only one sub at his side, the love of his life, Amber.

  “Shit.” Eric waved back. He said something to Scott and Cam, but Emmett couldn’t make it out.

  Then Eric and Scott began checking out all the single women in the place. The billionaire brothers were sticking to their lusty routine. Once this was over, they’d most likely head straight to Phase Four for some fun.

  Emmett had promised to take Amber to the club one day, but he and his brothers wanted to keep their play to the cabin for now. Once she was ready to be put on display, they’d gladly take her, proud to show off the love of their lives.

  He grabbed Amber’s hand. Brya
nt was sitting on the other side of her with his arm around her shoulders. Cody was just on the other side of Bryant, keeping his eyes on her alone, ignoring everyone else in the courtroom.

  Life had changed for the better since he’d found Amber. No longer a “half-empty” kind of guy, he saw the world in a whole new light, and it all was because of her.

  Suddenly, the back double doors flew open. All eyes turned to the new arrival. The woman Eric and Scott were suing for ten million dollars.

  Megan Lunceford was an attractive young woman. He would guess her to be twenty-five or so. She crashed into Mitchell Wolfe, Jason’s hellion brother, and a folder he was holding that held a ton of papers went flying in the aisle, spilling its contents in every direction.

  “I’m so sorry,” the woman said.

  Scott’s single word shocked him. “Wow.”

  Emmett turned and looked at him and Eric. What he saw on their faces shocked him. They were more than a little intrigued. They were captivated.

  Boys, you better watch out. The woman you’re suing may very well turn your life upside down and sideways.

  Emmett leaned into Amber, the woman who’d done the exact same thing to him. “I love you, little one,” he whispered.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.

  For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.

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