Claim Me Hard (Bridgewater Menage: Bridgewater County Book 2) by Vanessa Vale
Running from her past, Dr. Hannah Winters is afraid it just might catch up with her. But when Cole and Declan, two Montana cowboys, decide they want to make her theirs, she might just want to be caught.
Warning: Panty melting! Claim Me Hard is book 2 in the wildly dirty series where two obsessed alpha cowboys meet their Type-A heroine. This standalone HEA is all about her – no M/M.
It was Dec’s idea to take our woman up to the cabin. And she was our woman. Last night had done away with any remaining doubts we might have had. While I would have said it was when I slid into her wet heat and felt her pussy squeeze and clench around me, her body adjusting to my claiming, then Dec’s, but really, she became ours the second she slipped to her knees, taking us first in hand, then into her mouth.
No, she’d become ours the second we first saw her.
Hannah was the one for us, plain and simple. I thought we’d done a damn fine job of proving it to her, but she’d been ready to do the walk of shame in the middle of the night. I could feel my lips twitching up in a grin at the look on her face when I’d licked that sweet pussy of hers. We’d shown her how it would be and why she should want to stay, naked and between us. But the fact that she’d tried to sneak out of our bed, that she was ready to just say thanks and go home, those were not good signs. Clearly, she still thought of us as a fling and last night was a one-night deal in her mind. That it had just been a wild time. Even after we started to train her ass, told her we’d take her together when she was ready.
I saw nothing wrong with a woman having a fun night in the sack. If she wanted to fuck and suck her way through several orgasms, more power to her. But Hannah wasn’t the love-em-and-leave-em type. Not with us. Not with anyone. If she just wanted a night, we’d be the men to give it to her, but she didn’t just want that. No, she wanted it all, deep down, beneath all her worries, society rules and other issues we had no idea about. We just had to show her how good it could be. With us. I thought we’d done that, but it appeared not well enough.
Dec and I had our work cut out for us trying to prove her wrong. We’d known she was skittish from the start—clearly she was trying to keep her past from us, but I had no idea why. Dec was the cop. He was the one who could dig it out of her, and if not, from the computer. This wasn’t going to be easy…but it would sure as hell be fun.
“Where are we going?” Hannah asked. She was nestled between us once again in the truck. We’d stopped by her apartment briefly so she could get a change of clothes on our way out of town. While I loved her in her black dress, she needed jeans and sturdy shoes for the backcountry.
“Dec’s family has a cabin about an hour out,” I told her. “Since you have no car, you don’t get out of town to see anything but the few blocks of Main Street. We thought it might be nice to show you some of what Montana’s really like.”
Dec glanced over at me with a grin. I knew that look. He was happy. So was I. Hell, we still had Hannah between us and we had our clothes on. She wasn’t just a quick lay. No, we liked her any way we could get her.
We weren’t even trying to hide the fact that we were trying to sell her on Bridgewater. We were like oily used car salesmen trying to make a commission. But the town practically sold itself, as long as one was into the small-town scene. The surrounding mountains didn’t hurt either. They were the main draw for the people who lived here. Especially this time of year when the grasses were a bright green and the wildflowers blanketed the meadows. There was so much to do and we wanted to do all of it with Hannah.
“Cara and her husbands will be there,” Dec said. “She texted me that they’d spent the night, so you’ll have chaperones.” Maybe he was trying to put her at ease instead of thinking we might be kidnapping her. Sure enough, she seemed to relax a bit in her seat with that information.