Double Ride: A Bisexual Cowboy MMF Menage

By Ellie Hunt

They’re both going to ride me - hard and unprotected!

I’ve had crushes on the cowboys Houston and Wyatt for years - but I never thought they’d be interested in me!

But one night, there’s a freak snowstorm and the three of us are snowed in together... and these two rough, rugged, dominant men want to share me in every hole!

Double Ride is a filthy, X-Rated MMF threesome menage - meaning the men have the hots for her and each other! The swords DEFINITELY cross in this one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005508760

Ellie Hunt

Ellie is wine-loving, latte-drinking mom of three who loves her dog a little too much and her treadmill not enough.When she's not dreaming up dirty stories, she's probably supervising dance class or taking notes at a PTA meeting, where no one is the wiser about her secret writing life!

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Double Ride

Double Ride

A Bisexual Cowboy MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Double Ride

A Bisexual Cowboy MMF Menage

We ought to get on down the mountain, Wyatt said. The snow had started an hour before, when he’d looked out the window before ordering another beer.

You got the four wheel drive, right? said Houston.

Still a tricky road.

We oughtn’t leave this young lady alone and snowed in.

This young lady can handle herself just fine, I piped up from behind the bar.

I’d feel better if we waited until your folks were back, though, said Houston.

If this goes on much longer they’ll be spending the night in town, I said. I tucked a strand of my long blond hair behind my ear and leaned both elbows on the bar. You boys heading down together?

We are, said Wyatt. Tomorrow we’re settin’ out for the Double Snake ranch in Idaho.

I whistled.

That’s a drive.

They shrugged in unison.

Don’t mind it, said Houston.

Houston and Wyatt were nearly inseparable. Houston was named after the city but born in Colorado, and Wyatt was from Houston and they joked that their mommas must have known ahead of time that they’d be friends.

They’d both been working a job for a rancher who couldn’t remember anyone’s name, so when he shouted for Texas to git over here one day, they’d both come running, the man with the Texas name and the boy from Texas.

Ten years on they were so close that there were rumors about the true nature of their relationship, though they were never substantiated.

I watched them both, sitting at the bar, beers in front of them. They wore similar plaid shirts, boot-cut pants, and their hats hung