Free Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Robin Gideon

And after she passed away, your grandma did most of our cooking.”
    “The only meal we know how to make is breakfast,” Garrett piped in. “Eggs, bacon, and grilled potatoes washed down with milk and coffee starts our mornings.”
    “Well, that’s something,” Katie replied. After a moment, she added comically, “I guess.”
    Katie learned that the original log house had been built in the 1860s. It started out just a single-room structure built low and solid to withstand the rugged North Dakota winters and be easy to heat. Over the years, rooms had been added, then more rooms, and more rooms after that. With the advent of running water and electricity, and indoor toilets and showers, more additions and renovations had to be made. The end result was a rambling, sprawling log house that, even to Katie’s urbane sensibilities, was surprisingly warm, masculine, and inviting.
    “If you want, this will be your room,” Aaron said, opening a bedroom door.
    Katie’s heart skipped a beat. Her room. It implied a permanence that was much more than just being the lover to the McGowan men.
    As the door swung on its hinges to reveal the room, Katie knew instantly that the bedroom had been their parents’ room. It was bigger than the other bedrooms that she’d seen, and there was a private bathroom off of it.
    Her gaze went to the king-size bed, and instantly Katie’s imagination began conjuring the pleasures that would be hers to experience on that bed and with these four men.
    “The bed’s brand-new. Never been slept in. The chest of drawers is an antique. I can’t remember exactly, but it was either my great-grandmother’s or my great-great-grandmother’s,” Aaron explained. “We figured you’d need a sanctum sanctorum to call your own. Over there’s a bathroom that’s exclusively yours.”
    Katie managed to censor herself before commenting that she was surprised a cowboy like Aaron would know what a sanctum sanctorum was. Instantly, she became even more determined than ever to not put these surprising McGowan men into neat little groups that they didn’t fit in. They just couldn’t be so easily categorized.
    “Very kind,” she said. “Very considerate. You’ve obviously gone through a great deal more thought than I had at first suspected.”
    “This is your room, and we’ll stay out unless you invite us in.”
    All four of you? One at a time or all at once? Oh, God, I’m starting to take this lunacy seriously.
    She shivered at the thought of trying to sexually satisfy four big, strong, lusty men simultaneously. Was it even possible for one woman to do such a thing?
    She was surprised to find that there were bookcases in nearly every room, and the one truly large room in the house—they called it the library—was dominated by floor-to-ceiling built-in bookcases, and a large, flat-screen television.
    “Earlier, when you invited me here, I thought I’d find some one-room log cabin with clothes and whatnot strewn everywhere.” She made a passing motion with her hand toward the packed bookcases and enormous TV. “I didn’t expect orderliness in the extreme, or a TV the size of Rhode Island.”
    “Come on,” Aaron said. “I’ve saved the best for last.”
    “ We’ve saved the best for last,” Blair said quickly.
    The “best” was waiting for her in a pen in the barn. It was a fourteen-year-old gelding quarter horse, sorrel in color with a white blaze on his forehead, and trained to perfection.
    “We figured, you being a city girl your whole life, that you wouldn’t have much experience riding horses, so we picked out Buddy here for you. He’s got plenty of get-up-and-go in him, but he won’t bolt into a gallop with you in the saddle unless you want him to.” Aaron ran his hand affectionately over the horse’s nose. Buddy replied with a whinny. “He’s yours. Your saddle’s over there.”
    “My own horse and saddle?”
    What woman wouldn’t fall in love with men who’d do something