Sunset Cowboys Book 1
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[Menage Amour: Erotic Western Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, BDSM]
Three cowboys. Three relationships. Three ideas of what truly gets them off. Can each learn to give what his cowboy wants?
Sam "Sly" Yates left Sunset, TN three years ago running from things he wanted and looking for things he couldn't find. When he turns around to find himself face-to-face with what he wanted most, he realizes he's run full circle, right back to Trace Tanner's arms.
When Sly walked away, Trace was certain he'd lost the only man he'd ever love. Then he met Cord DeMoss and learned a man can love twice, even while the heart still belongs to another. Now Sly is back and, to Trace's surprise, Cord sends him straight to Sam's arms.
Cord stopped gambling. But when he spots Sam at the bar and realizes he's the man who holds the other half of Trace's heart, he places one last bet. If he loses it could cost him his heart. But if he wins he will be able to give both his cowboys what they want.
Trace felt the burn of Cord's words like a branding iron to his chest. Cord wanted him to talk to Sly, to go to the other man, to settle things with him. The shock that settled in Trace as he stared into Cord's roughened, handsome face numbed a bit of the ache from the suggestion. The hard lines and angles only accentuated the man's dark eyes and even darker hair. Those eyes, usually dancing with a hint of danger and mystery, gazed at Trace now with a blankness that made it impossible for Trace to read his lover's thoughts.
"You want me to talk to him," Trace heard himself repeat dumbly.
"Trace, baby." Cord's strong arm slipped around Trace's waist and he pulled him closer, held him tighter. "It's eating you alive the way this guy left things between you, the way he up and left you."
Trace's throat constricted. The growing lump that formed in his throat made it hard to swallow but he managed. "I've made it that obvious, huh?" Damn, no wonder his relationship with Cord couldn't seem to find solid ground. To add insult to injury, he obviously kept bringing an old ghost into the mix. The idea of a mix brought on a fleeting thought that he wouldn't mind a threesome with men he loved as much as Cord and Samuel "Sly" Yates. He ruthlessly squashed the image that tried to form from that one. "I'm so sorry, babe."
Cord hooked a finger under Trace's chin, lifting his face when he bowed his head. "You have no reason to be sorry. It's not like I didn't bring my own ghost to this relationship."
"Yeah, but you don't rub my nose in your past shit." As a matter of fact, Cord had told him little about the man who'd shattered Cord's heart. Trace couldn't even find the man's name in his memory banks, much less the details of their relationship. God, somehow that made him feel even worse.
Cord chuckled and his eyes softened. A smile full of amusement unfolded on his shapely lips and lit his face. "You make it sound like I'm a puppy you've been attempting to house train."
"Only to do domestic chores," Trace managed to joke and forced a smile.
Would he? Already he felt worse than he had since he'd faced the fact a few months after Sly left that the man wasn't coming back. "What are you going to do?" Surely Cord didn't mean to stand here and watch as Trace went to another man. On the other hand, the thought of Cord leaving him here with Sly a mere few feet away both boggled and terrified Trace.
"I'm going home." Cord brushed his lips to Trace's this time, angling his head so the brims of their hats didn't collide. "Give you some space. I'll see you later."
Trace felt his mouth fall open as surprise delivered him another whammy.
Cord nipped Trace's bottom lip and then slowly eased back. The tenderness in the gesture, in Cord's expression, in the feel of Cord's arms around him brought tears to Trace's eyes. Sometimes Cord could be so loving and gentle. The other times, however, the occasions when his desires to be rough took over, tended to get in the way.
"Don't look so worried, Tray. I love you, baby. I just think this will be good for you, for us." His big hands dipped from Trace's waist to cup his ass and he made a deep throated "Mmm" sound. "And when you get home I might have to pretend you made that shot after all so I can lick you all over."
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