Cowboys Like It Rough: A Bisexual Cowboys MMF Menage

By Ellie Hunt

His finger was still on my lips, and I didn’t say anything.
"Did you like it?" he asked.

I met Cody, the rugged, sexy cowboy, my very first day working at the dude ranch. At first I thought he was flirting with me - at least, until I caught him and Jack, another cowboy on the ranch, having rough sex in the barn after a bonfire!

Even worse, Cody saw me there, and now he wants me to meet him tonight.

I think I might be in for the rough cowboy threesome of my life, if I can handle it!

Cowboys Like It Rough is a steamy, high-heat MMF bisexual menage about two cowboys who take the same woman in a rough, rugged cowboy threesome - at the same time! The swords definitely cross in this one as they fill her in every hole together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005380564

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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Cowboys Like It Rough

Cowboys Like It Rough

A Bisexual Cowboy MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Cowboys Like It Rough

A Bisexual Cowboy MMF Menage

In the mirror behind the front desk, I adjusted my cowboy hat one last time. I was worried that I looked silly in it — it was big and black leather, and I’d borrowed it from the community pile of cowboy hats that the ranch had in a storeroom. Helen, who’d hired me, had assured me that by the end of my summer working the front desk of the dude ranch, I’d have my own collection of cowboy hats.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. On one hand, I hadn’t really wanted to come back to Montana from my college in Chicago, but my plans to do research with a professor there had fallen through after the funding had dried up. With no time left to find something else, and unable to afford to stay in Chicago if all I was making was minimum wage somewhere, I’d decided to come back to my home state for a few months.

That’s how I ended up working at a dude ranch in the middle of nowhere. A friend of a friend knew someone who’d done this last summer, and two days later, I was hired and on my way to wearing spurs and ten-gallon hats for a couple of months.

It could be worse, I figured. It would make for good Montana stories once I got back to school, and in the meantime, at least I wasn’t living at home.

Just as I was wondering whether my entire job was going to consist of standing still behind a desk, being bored out of my mind, the front doors — designed to look like saloon doors — swung open and a man wearing a western shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots walked through them.

Howdy! I said brightly, remembering my training. Welcome to the Double-X dude ranch.

The man stopped short for just a second, then started laughing.

I had no idea what was going on.

Hey there, sweetheart, he said. He kept on walking toward me, finally leaning on the wooden desk across from me, grinning.

I began to feel like I’d already messed something up. They