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by Jenny Penn




  Kansas Heat 3

  Kansas Flame

  Lindsay Bryne-Howell has returned home, but not everybody is happy about that fact. From her evil stepfather’s maniacal plans to get his hands on her trust to a town full of people who loathe her for a past she had nothing to do with, Lindsay doesn’t need any more complications. What she needs is help. Her two new sexy neighbors are glad to offer her that and so much more.

  Andrew Cooper fell in love the moment he laid eyes on Lindsay Howell. Convincing her of that truth is hard enough, but forcing his brother to stand aside is damn near impossible. Nick Cooper knows what he wants—Lindsay. He’s not going to let anybody stand in his way, not even his older brother.

  Both brothers want her. Both brothers want each other out of the way. She can’t seem to choose between them, but when it becomes clear somebody else wants Lindsay permanently out of the way, Andrew and Nick make the choice for her.

  It’s both of them, and Lindsay doesn’t stand a chance.

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 133,542 words

  KANSAS FLAME

  Kansas Heat 3

  Jenny Penn

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  IMPRINT: Ménage Everlasting

  KANSAS FLAME

  Copyright © 2013 by Jenny Penn

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62740-473-0

  First E-book Publication: September 2013

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  DEDICATION

  To my mom, for all she’s done for me.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  About the Author

  KANSAS FLAME

  Kansas Heat 3

  JENNY PENN

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  August 15th

  There were places in the world where the road turned to rubble, where the asphalt crumbled into gravel and whittled down to dirt. Places like Perryton and roads like the back lane that led up to Elton Howell’s cabin. Those were places a Porsche didn’t belong, but some sick mind had driven one right up to the old homestead.

  Andrew Cooper eyed the Boxster S, feeling sorry for the once pretty car. It had been horribly abused. A coat of dust now speckled its cherry-red paint job, and bugs covered the grill looking like food stuck in a sexy woman’s teeth. There were weeds and leaves sticking out along its edges, proof that it had bottomed out more than once along Elton’s drive.

  God knew Elton wouldn’t have driven the damn thing up to his cabin, even if he’d had the money to afford a car like that, which he didn’t. Not that it mattered. Elton wouldn’t be driving anything anywhere anymore given they’d buried him several months ago. Back then everybody assumed that Elton didn’t have any kin, but they’d been wrong.

  Just when Cooper had been certain that he’d be able to get his hands on Elton’s land, Lindsay Bryne had to show up and ruin everything. Now here she was, passed out in the backseat of the Porsche and snoring louder than a drunken ranch hand. Of course Cooper had never met a cowboy who wore pink tank tops, or could fill them out so well. His gaze lingered on the rise and fall of the Lindsay’s breasts as he felt the unwanted stirrings of interest below his belt buckle.

  The woman really did have a nice rack and the softest looking butternut locks. The silken strands framed the delicate features of her heart-shaped face and highlighted the full lips releasing an endless roll of deep rumbles. With each exhale the golden ends of her hair floated upward, tickling across the rosy flush of her cheek.

  Lord but she was a pretty little thing, and well built. Lindsay was built just the way he liked his women, but that wasn’t something Cooper s
hould be noticing about the girl. He’d come for business, not pleasure.

  “You might want to shut your mouth before you start drooling on the girl.” Standing on the other side of the convertible and doing some drooling himself, Cooper’s younger brother, Nick, grinned as he glanced at the rest of the cowboys gathered around the Porsche. “Unless, of course, you think the woman will appreciate waking up surrounded by a bunch of strange, slobbering men.”

  Cooper glanced over at the other men eyeing Lindsay with the same lust beginning to thicken in his veins and scowled. He had to bite back the instinctive reprimand that sprung to his lips. He didn’t have any claim on the girl, and no right to tell the rest of them to back the hell off. Why he’d even want to, Cooper didn’t know. He only knew that he did.

  “I think everybody ought to back up. Nick’s right. We don’t want to scare the girl.” Cooper paused to shoot his lifelong friend, Chet, a disgusted look. “It’d help, too, if you stopped playing with yourself.”

  “I’m adjusting!” Chet retorted indignantly.

  “Is that what they call it?” Nick cast a dubious glance in Chet’s direction. “All I know is if you can get somebody else to do it for you, it’s a lot more fun.”

  “Thank you, Nick,” Cooper snapped in an attempt to nip that brewing argument in the bud. “But I’d appreciate it even more if we could all remember we’re here for a reason.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Nick.”

  “I’m just here to be entertained.”

  Cooper closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He didn’t find any. Nick didn’t help.

  “And it’s already turning out to be quite an amusing morning.”

  “Why don’t you go wait in the truck?” Cooper opened his eyes to pin Nick with a look that made it clear he wasn’t suggesting. He was ordering, for all the good it did him.

  “And what? Miss out on watching you try to charm the girl?” Nick shook his head. “No, sir. I’m here to learn from the master.”

  “Fine.” Cooper abandoned the fight, not interested in wasting time arguing with his brother. That didn’t mean he gave in with any grace. “If you’re going to stay then stay out of my way.”

  “By all means.” Nick stepped back, waving his arms to the Porsche. “Show me how it’s done, stud.”

  It was too damn bad Cooper didn’t have time to beat some manners into his brother. He didn’t even have a chance to threaten Nick. Before Cooper could issue any more warnings, the girl’s cell phone went off, causing her to jerk awake. Spewing an obscenity, she fell right off the seat and began to immediately flail about.

  She put on quite a show, squirming and shimmying and setting those luscious breasts to swaying. Cooper all but drooled as his eyes tracked every bounce and jiggle. He wanted a taste but he couldn’t have it. That didn’t stop him thinking about it. The more he thought, the harder his dick grew.

  Grunting in disgust at his own body’s unruly reaction to the girl, Cooper reached down and did a little adjusting himself.

  * * * *

  Lindsay clawed her way back up onto the seat, ignoring her aching back, her stiff neck, her throbbing chin, her…well, there just wasn’t any part of her that didn’t hurt. That’s what she got for sleeping in the damn Porsche. The impractical little car had to go. She needed to buy herself something big enough to sleep a man three times her size, and speaking of…Lindsay’s jaw fell open as she finally glanced up to find six feet of pure menace glaring back down at her.

  The cowboy studied her with eyes so blue they sparkled even in the shadows of his wide-brimmed hat. A golden, sunlit curl cut under the hat’s curved edge to magnify the sharp cut of the man’s hard features. He had full lips, a straight nose, and a square-cut jaw that held a hint of stubbornness.

  God knew, if the man decided to get bullish there would be little that could force him to move given his size. From the broad stretch of his shoulders to the thick, muscular bulge of his thighs, the man was big, really big, and cut with an attitude that contrasted with the smooth, deep drawl of his voice.

  “I’m Andrew Cooper.” The cowboy stuck out one callused hand as he introduced himself. “You can call me Cooper.”

  “Lindsay Howell.” Her voice caught, exhaling in a sudden rush of pleasure as her hand slid into his.

  The feel of his fingers closing over hers sent a sizzle of heat shooting straight up her arm and flooded her chest with a warmth that left her heart pounding. There was strength in his touch but also gentleness. The soft glide of the toughened tips of his fingers over her wrist and up her arm left her tingling with a pleasure too enchanting for her to object to his boldness.

  The spell broke, though, when Cooper reached out to latch onto her other elbow and hoisted her right out of the car. Before Lindsay knew what had happened she was standing on her own two feet. He released her almost immediately, leaving her to wobble on her unsteady legs as he blithely continued on.

  “We’re sorry to wake you like this,” Cooper apologized, not sounding the least bit contrite. “But people around these parts tend to start their day when the sun does.”

  “It’s all right. I needed to get up,” Lindsay lied, not seeing any point in complaining. Especially given she had other concerns to occupy her mind. “Though, if you don’t mind my asking, just who are ‘we’?”

  As if Lindsay couldn’t guess. Glancing around at the rough-looking lot of men filling in the dirt patch that passed for a yard, she could tell from the uniform of faded jeans and worn boots that they were all ranchers or hands. Same as Cooper. The only difference was the rest of them didn’t watch her like a predator sizing up a tasty meal.

  “Allow me to introduce your neighbors, Miss Howell.” With that charming drawl and smooth manners, Cooper didn’t sound like a threat as he stepped up to swiftly run down the list of men circling her car.

  Each one nodded at his name, but not a single one bothered to offer her any other kind of greeting. That was until Cooper got to the last man. The big cowboy hesitated, shooting the younger guy a pointed glare before making the introduction.

  “And this is my brother, Nick.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Lindsay.” Nick stepped forward to extend her a hand. “You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?”

  “Uh, no.” Distracted by the delicious flex of Nick’s powerful-looking muscles, Lindsay stumbled over her words. “I mean, yes. You can call me Lindsay.”

  “And it would be my pleasure if you called me Nick.”

  The man may have moved like a fighter but, just like his brother, he had the deep, husky voice of a lover. The combination was devastating to her heart rate, and so was the look he gave her. As if sizing her up, Nick’s eyes slid slowly down her length, leaving Lindsay acutely aware that all she wore were a pair of shorts and flimsy tank top. She didn’t even have a bra on. A fact that quickly became obvious as her nipples puckered beneath Nick’s heated look.

  There was a promise lingering in his jewel-toned gaze—the promise of unforgiving, unrelenting ecstasy. The air thickened with want until the lust burned so hotly between them Lindsay felt the heat sear her cheeks. Instinctively she withdrew her hand in an attempt to break the intimacy of the moment, but Nick’s eyes followed her, allowing her no escape.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Nick, and all of you.” Lindsay included the rest of the men as she attempted to cloak her sudden nervousness with a shield of polite formality. “I’m so glad you could all stop by this morning.”

  Lindsay’s smile felt brittle and fake, neither it nor her manners impressed anybody. The men stared back at her without even blinking, making the moment feel all that more awkward. She’d known it was going to be like this, had known things wouldn’t be easy, but this crowd was harder than even she’d anticipated.

  “It’s nice of you to be so welcoming.” Cooper filled in the rude silence that met her greeting. “We actually stopped by because we have some business we’d like to discuss with you. That is if you ca
n spare me a few minutes.”

  “Well, Mr. Cooper, I—”

  “It’s just Cooper,” he corrected her instantly.

  “Pardon me?”

  “It’s just Cooper,” he repeated. “Not mister. Not Andrew. Just Cooper.”

  “Okay.” Lindsay blinked, surprised by the demand in his correction. “Cooper—”

  “And whatever you do, don’t call him Andy,” Nick chipped in. “Not unless you want to get your ass beat.”

  “Don’t start, Nick,” Cooper warned his brother with an ominous growl, not that his displeasure slowed Nick down for a second.

  “Actually that is kind of Cooper’s specialty, not that he’d hit a woman,” Nick rushed to assure her before ruining the effect with a shrug. “Well, at least, not like that. Tell me, Lindsay, you ever been spanked?”

  Thrown by the spontaneously inappropriate question, Lindsay froze as that idea hit her. It flooded her mind with images too wrong and dirty not to be tempting. No, she’d never been spanked, but if Nick was offering…

  “The man’s even got a paddle.”

  “God damn it, Nick! Get back in the truck!”

  “You have a paddle?” Lindsay gaped at Cooper in amazement as she spoke without considering her words first. “Aren’t paddles for like fifty-year-old men who are into twenty-year-old boys?”

  Just like that the yard went silent as everybody froze. Even Cooper stared at her like she’d grown a second head, clearly too stunned to recognize that he should be livid. Lindsay knew that look. She’d seen it enough times in her lifetime. They all thought she was crazy. Everybody that was but Nick, who was laughing like a loon.

 

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