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Table Of Contents

 

Ménage A Cowboy, Parts 1 & 2

by Jamie Klaire

 

Backstage Billionaires, Part 1

by Marie Carnay

 

Jacks- Billionaire Brothers 2, Book 1

by Meg Watson

 

Master's Gift

by Kit Tunstall

 

Won By The Three Satyrs

(The Children of Lilith)

by Bliss Devlin

 

Seduced By Them and Ready For Them (Parts 1 and 2)

by Connie Cliff

 

An Heir For My Billionaire Bosses

by Lana Walch

 

The Alpha Warlocks' Claim

by Auriella Skye

 

The Diplomats' Daughter

by Alyse Zaftig

 

The Midnight Ceremony

Lure Academy, Episode 1

by Cara Wylde

 

Hearts On Fire

Honeypot #1.5

by Katie de Long

 

Fated For The Alphas, Part 1

by Lily Thorn

 

Sasha's Storm

by Misha Carver

 

Shared By Her Bears

by Desirae Grove

 

Taken: Dragon Princes Of Endor

by Scarlett Grove

 

Claiming Their Royal Mate

Part 1

by Andie Devaux

 

 

Copyright

 

Published 2015

All titles are reprinted with permission. Copyrights are retained by the original authors.

 

Please note that this is a bundled work of fiction. This bundle does contain graphic descriptions of sexual activity and graphic language. It is intended for mature readers aged 18 and over. All persons fictionally depicted are over the age of 18.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MENAGE A COWBOY, PARTS 1 & 2

 

Jamie Klaire

 

Ménage a Cowboy 1

Chapter 1

Grace

I was
supposed
to be helping a mare birth a foal, but instead I was watching
him
.

He'd already lost his cowboy hat, placing it carefully, brim up, on a shelf just outside of the horse's stall.

He'd also already lost his shirt. He'd stripped it off and tossed it, oblivious to the effect his bare chest and stomach had on me, so he could help my dad by shoving his fist and forearm up inside the ass-end of the mare, to help pull the mare's struggling baby out after way too many hours of horse labor.

Yes, I knew it wasn't technically the horse's ass end. Well it
was
, but the tanned, muscular forearm in question was actually elbow deep in horse vagina, but still.

I watched in awe as the muscles on said forearm and bicep worked and pulled, trying to turn the colt, still deep inside its mother, into a better birthing position, so it could come out already.

Now forearms buried deep inside large horses was something I saw quite often, so that was nothing new to me.

What
was
new to me was the sexy man attached to this particular forearm.

I found my eyes traveling away from where the arm disappeared into the poor, struggling horse, and followed the line of the forearm up to the flexing bicep and strong shoulder the forearm was attached to.

Those strong shoulders had obviously lost shirts quite often around this ranch, I'd guess, judging by the deep tan kissing every visible inch of skin on the man. And those shoulders were attached to a finely sculpted chest, which sloped down to the tightest abs I'd ever seen before in my life.

Damn.

His washboard stomach was graced with a dusting of hair trailing down, down, and disappointingly disappearing under his jeans, leading to what I could only imagine was...

"Grace!"

"What?"

I was snapped out of my fog by the sound of my father using
that tone
as he said my name.

That tone
meant that I'd been ogling this hot cowboy for a lot longer than was polite, and my dad had finally noticed that my attention was on the Greek God of a cowboy beside him, and not on the matter at hand.

But who could blame me, really? I'd seen a lot of cowboys over the years, and had gone on a lot of veterinarian calls with my dad, but let's be real. Most cowboys
did not
look like this guy.

This guy was, well, look at him.

He'd twisted some, reaching deeper to grab hold of the colt's legs or ass or something up inside its mother, and I watched as the muscles in his back fought and danced over themselves as he worked to turn the calf.

Golden skin highlighted each plane and curve, and my eyes followed that sexy line of his spine straight down, until the skin disappeared disappointingly yet again under those Wrangler jeans he was wearing so well.

At least from this angle though, I got to see the curve of the ass that was teasing me from under those tight jeans.

Damn, when cowboys look like this one, how exactly are you expected to not look?

His legs were long, lean but powerful, and ended in a pair of work boots covered in mud, dirt, and the fluid of mare pre-birth.

Fuck, he was one sexy cowboy.

"Grace!" Dad called my name again.

"What?" I asked, giving him a tone of my own.

I was trying to ogle a hot cowboy here.

"His hand is too big, we need yours. See if you can get up in there and turn that foal before we lose it."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me. You've seen me do this a thousand times. Now it's your turn. Jump in there and earn some of that college tuition I keep sending your way. You still want to be a vet, right?"

"Yes, but...I've seen it done, but I've never...I don't even know what I'd be doing!"

"We'll talk you through it," the cowboy stated calmly.

Damn, even his voice sent shivers through my whole body.

"You're Danny's daughter, it's got to be in your blood by now, right?"

The cowboy pulled his hand out of the mare and moved her tail aside so my hand could go where his had just vacated.

Uh, yeah.

I looked back and forth between them in a wide-eyed panic.

"Your dad says you're going to vet school?"

"Not til fall. I just finished the four-year part, but vet school isn't til August."

"Well, you'll have a jump on everyone else then, won't you? Come on, I need those hands to save both baby and mama at this point. It's only weird the first time, I promise."

He said that last part with a wink and a smile, and suddenly I wasn't quite sure we were still talking about horses.

"I've never done this before. What if I fu- mess it up?"

"Grace, just do it! Some things you can't plan for. Some things you've just got to jump into and do your best."

"But dad..."

"Please, Grace." It was the sexy cowboy this time.

"If you don't, the colt will die. Maybe the mare, too. If you do, there's a chance. What's the worst that can happen with those odds, huh? I got her turned, but her one leg is stuck underneath her, and I can't get under there."

He pulled his arm out of one of dad's huge gloves, covered with the slime from inside the mare's body, and held it open in invitation.

"Your dad is right," he continued. "Sometimes you've just got to jump in blind and see what happens. Are you a jump in and see what happens type, Grace? Or are you going to let two horses die?"

Actually, jumping in and seeing what happens was the opposite of everything I was. I was a planner. I was a run-every-possible-outcome-over-and-over-again, practice-and-weigh-the-risks-first kind of girl, but he had a point.

I mean when one option is that the horses die for certain, and the other option is that I don't look like an ass in front of my dad and the sexy cowboy, while possibly saving the day, well I guess even a planner has to jump in at some point.

"Well, when you put it that way."

I slid my arm into the glove he was still holding open for me, and marveled as it slid up to my shoulder.

I'd seen my dad do this more times than I could count, sticking his arm up inside birthing cows, horses, even a llama a time or two. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

What the hell, let's do this,
I thought, telling myself that the approval of this sexy stranger had nothing to do with it, and that my getting a jump on my approaching vet school classes, and the possibility that this might actually work, were the only reasons I pushed past the opening the cowboy nodded me toward.

"Nice and easy," Sexy said. "Just slide it in there, feel around, and tell me what you find. Oh, and brace yourself for the.."

"Ow, what the fuck, holy hell..."

"...the next contraction."

"That is what a contraction feels like? I am never having kids. Ever!"

"That's what a horse's contraction feels like when it squeezes your arm, yes. Just hang on, it should ease. Then tell me what you feel."

It was my dad's voice this time, coming from over my shoulder as he watched what I was doing and guided me deeper once the contraction lessened.

I started to say something sarcastic to the cowboy about my dad, but something in the cowboy's eyes stopped me.

He was looking at me so strangely. His eyes glowed, and this barely-there smile played just on the edges of his mouth as he looked into my eyes.

There was a knowing there, a quiet confidence that told me that not only could I do this, but that I'd actually enjoy it. That look held secrets, secrets I desperately wanted to be a part of, and secrets that I'd only be privy to once I pushed past my fears and inexperience, and took a chance.

I found myself nodding at him, wanting to be a part of whatever hid behind that secret curtain that was his gaze.

"God, what I wouldn't give to be you right now."

His words were quietly uttered but his eyes were intense.

"You have no idea what is to come, do you? You are so fresh, so blank."

"I have my arm shoulder-deep in a horse's hind end, for the very first time, and you're talking in riddles. Tell me what to do!"

"Close your eyes."

"You have got to be kidding."

Dad spoke up then, "He's right. Grace, close your eyes and listen to him. I don't teach well, I just know how to do. I'll make sure you 'do' correctly, but I've seen this man teach. Listen to him, and do what he says."

"You are about to experience something amazing, if you'll just relax and go with it. The first time is just...beautiful. Trust me, Grace. Can you trust me?"

"I don't even know you."

"That's not what I asked."

I looked at him, as the mare's contraction squeezed the life out of my arm once again.

I'd read 'All Creatures Great And Small' as a young teen, trying to get a sense of what my dad actually did for a living as a country vet, and I'd seen my dad come home, day after day, sometimes joyous, sometimes despondent, after a day spent doctoring animals. When it came time to go to college and aim for a career, there had been no other profession I even considered.

I'd always wanted to be a vet, just like my dad, but at nineteen and staring vet school in the face, with my arm up a mare's birth canal, I was suddenly reconsidering my life choices.

"Can you trust me?" The sexy cowboy asked me the same question again, and there was nothing more I wanted in this world than to see the knowledge hidden behind those eyes, and I knew that giving myself over to him was the only way it was going to happen.

For the first time in my life, I jumped in with both feet.

"Yes. I trust you."

He smiled at me and just said, "Feel around. She's got a small horse in there, your arm isn't going to bother her in the slightest. You know what horses look and feel like. Close your eyes and 'see' this horse. And tell me what you feel."

So I did.

It was warm and slick, and the mare's contractions played havoc on my arm, but after a few minutes, even feeling through the thick, balloon-like sac covering the colt, I could picture it in my mind.

"That's...that's a nose, and shoulders, and a hoof."

"Feel around, try to find its other hoof. She isn't backward, she's just...awkward. Find her other hoof, and see if you can pull it, so both hooves are together."

I felt around, but could only find what seemed to be the foal's knee.

"Follow it, and pull. Try to get her leg to unfold. Hooves first is best."

"I think...I need both hands."

"Here, let me get you..."

I didn't wait for the glove I knew he was reaching for, I just slid my other hand inside, my eyes still closed, intent on the image in my head of this colt's leg being stuck and causing all the problems we were trying to fix.

Any words spoken around me seemed to disappear, and I went with what felt right. I'd seen this done a million times, and the sexy cowboy was right, this was amazing.

I had my face pressed to a horse's ass, literally, and was feeling around inside of her, coaching and guiding the colt's leg, still inside the thick sac, into the correct position for birthing. I tugged gently, felt some resistance, took a breath and shifted my grip, tugging and testing once again, and suddenly everything shifted.

"You got it, didn't you? I just saw her stomach roll some. Both hooves are facing out, with the colt's nose near its knees?"

I made sure before answering.

"Yes. Yes, she's good now."

"Ok, then pull out of there. Hurry, before the next contraction. She should have the rest of this herself. Get out of the way and let her do her thing."

Now I'd seen many, many colts born before, but this was the first one I'd had a hand in myself, so once the next contraction brought two hooves and a nose forth, I felt myself grinning like a damn fool.

The mare took a few minutes to rest before summoning the strength to push out the shoulders, and I knew from watching dad that once the shoulders came, the rest would happen rather quickly, so I just sat back and watched.

Dad and Sexy watched with me over the next half hour or so as the rest of the birthing process was completed by foal and mare, and eventually sexy noticed that my un-gloved arm, and most of my clothes, were stiff with horse guts.

He pointed me out of the barn and toward the large ranch house and a shower, telling me where towels were, and where to find an extra shirt and pants for after.

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