Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

The Service Club 3

Operation Mustang

Mustang Ducote craves the Rylon brothers’ touch. She can’t give in to her darkest desires or she’ll lose everything. Now they’re on her ranch, and her attempts at resisting are failing. When danger strikes, she’s faced with two options—full surrender or a Rylon brother retreat that’ll take them out of her life forever.

As Navy SEALs, Diek and Gunner have been tested. But claiming Mustang proves tougher than any op they’ve faced. It’ll take all their training and focus to accomplish the mission that’ll change their lives. But others are after her, too, and withdrawing might be the only way to keep her safe.

Lucky isn’t a SEAL, but he’s got an arsenal of toys saved for Mustang’s pleasure. Loving her is easy. Freeing the submissive vixen from the demons in her mind and those out to get her won’t be. But a lifetime of erotic passion is worth every obstacle tossed in the way.

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

Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length:
41,702 words
 

The Service Club 3

Tonya Ramagos

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OPERATION MUSTANG

Copyright © 2012 by Tonya Ramagos

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First E-book Publication: June 2012

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OPERATION MUSTANG

The Service Club 3

TONYA RAMAGOS

Copyright © 2012

Erotic warning drifted into the room with the promise of dark pleasures and even darker desires. Mustang Ducote felt that warning seep into her fingers, sizzle up her arm, and explode in fiery embers of longing through her system. She stared at the paper in her hand, barely containing a whimper as fear collided with her tenuous resistance. Her nipples beaded at the mere sight of the name on the application. Her clit pulsed as the warmth spread, caressing a thin layer of wetness from between her pussy lips.

Her gaze flicked to the man behind her desk. Could he smell the arousal turning her panties wet? Did he know the images that sprang to her mind of being bound, blindfolded, and at the mercy of her most devilish needs?

She didn’t want to think he could, didn’t want to believe that he knew. The glint in his soft brown eyes confirmed her fears. She’d always known deep in her heart, in her very soul, this day would come.

She shook her head and squared her shoulders, preparing to defend what belonged to her, the Circle M ranch and her self-respect. “I won’t hire him.”

Chester Waverly regarded her with a steady expression of patience and way too damned much knowledge for a man of his sixty-plus years. “I already did.”

“You should’ve asked me first.” Mustang tossed the application across the top of the desk and turned, intending to walk right out of the office, conversation over.

“I never asked you about hirin’ a hand before.” Chester’s tone remained even and conversational as he pointed out a fact that made her stop in her tracks. “I didn’t see the need to start with this one.”

No, but he usually discussed it with her first. At the very least he informed her of his plans before he executed them. He pulled a fast one on her this time, knowing she’d never agree no matter how badly she wanted to.

“The last I heard, the hirin’ and firin’ of the cowboys on this ranch fell under my job description. Are you tellin’ me that’s changed?”

Mustang closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly turned back to face her foreman. Her entire life, he had been as much of a father to her as her own. She couldn’t remember a day that Chester hadn’t worked alongside her father right up until the day heart disease took her father off the land of the Circle M and planted him in bed shortly before taking his life for good.

“No, that hasn’t changed.” The words shouldn’t have tasted bitter in her mouth, but they did. “Pa put you in charge of the ranch crew years ago, and you’ve always done a fine job of picking our employees.”

Except this time
. Wasn’t it a father’s place to protect his daughter? Didn’t that responsibility fall to the father’s best friend of over fifty years after the father died? Didn’t Chester know the day he and her father had taken on Lucky Rylon five years before that they had blown their duty to protect her up in smoke? Now he wanted her to hire another Rylon brother. No, she simply couldn’t do it.

Chester nodded, tongue in cheek. “Still am, too. We all but doubled our number of cattle in the last year, took on more horses, and got more land to see after.”

“And I agreed to every bit of it.” Even pushed for it, she silently admitted. She had stayed up to the wee hours of the morning many nights checking the books, pondering scenarios, and working up the personal reassurance that, despite the flailing economy, expanding the Circle M was indeed a smart move.

“We also lost a helluva cowboy when Trevor quit,” Chester reminded her.

Not that she needed reminding. Trevor Bowden had been a valuable employee, and she’d hated as much as Chester to see the man go. She’d also understood the cowboy’s desires to make his own place in the world. She might have taken over the family ranch when her father died, but she’d spent her life doing exactly what Trevor set out to do, make her own place and earn the respect that went along with it.

“We did.” Even as she agreed, she knew what direction the conversation would take next. Trouble came in also knowing she couldn’t steer it any other way.

“Now I’m shorthanded.”

Mustang sighed. She couldn’t argue with that, but putting another pair of Rylon hands on the Circle M was not the solution to the problem. Especially when both Rylon brothers made it clear long ago that the Circle M wasn’t the only place they wanted to put their hands.

Fingers of devious desire danced across her flesh, caressing her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and falling to torment her pussy lips. She damned herself long ago for wanting their hands on her, and not just their hands, but their youngest brother’s as well. The price she would have to pay to experience the pleasures the three Rylon brothers offered was entirely too great.

“Yes, we’re shorthanded, which is why we ran the ad in the paper.” It had run in Sunday’s classifieds, and she’d posted the announcement on the Circle M’s website complete with an online application the same day. “It’s been three days, and I know we’ve had at least five men apply.”

“Six,” Chester corrected, “and only one of ’em with the experience I’m lookin’ for.” He tapped the application she’d tossed on the desk. “Tell me the sense in hirin’ two of the others when I can have this one and guarantee you he’s a better cowboy and harder worker than the other five put together.”

There wasn’t any sense behind it, so she didn’t bother to try to tell him. “We’ll give it a few more days. I’m sure we’ll get more bites.” She prayed they did. Just one applicant with equal experience to Diek would save her. Hell, she’d even be willing to pay the cowboy more if it meant she could prevent having Diek on her ranch.

“I don’t need a few more days,” Chester said stubbornly. “I need another man out there, and I’ve got one right here. Diek is a helluva cowboy. There ain’t likely another man for three counties as good as him. Not one that doesn’t already have a job, anyhow. If I had the option, I’d be hirin’ Gunner, too.”

“I’m not hiring another Rylon brother,” Mustang said through gritted teeth. And she certainly wouldn’t hire all
three
of them! The expression on Chester’s face told her she was being unreasonable. She probably was, but damn it, didn’t he realize what having that man on her ranch would do to her? She spent enough time sidestepping Lucky Rylon on her own damn land. She didn’t need Diek trying to get under her foot and inside—She stopped the thought as a snap of lust shot through her channel and careened on a heated course to every erogenous zone in her body.

No, she didn’t need it at all, but she wanted it, and the truth of that made her madder than hell.

“You’re gonna have to stop fighting it one of these days, Mustang.”

His tone, his words sounded so much like her father it made her throat tight. “Who’s going to make me?”

“Ain’t gonna be me, but I know of three tough cowboys who’ve been workin’ at it for years.”