Wild Rides

When our stepsister shows up at our ranch—broke, exhausted, and nursing a secret only capable hands and mouths can soothe—we never expected she’d be the one to satisfy a thirst we’ve always hidden.

Joelle was our stepsister for a year before she and her mama left after our father’s passing. Back then, she was a quiet little thing, all big eyes and soft, uncertain smiles.

But the woman walking onto our ranch now? She’s a single mother with curves made to fit a cowboy’s grip.

She asks for the dust-bare basics. A room. A job. Some space to breathe.
What she doesn’t expect is two men ready to give her the whole damn world.

The second I get my hands on her, feel the weight of her need, catch the scent of milk clinging to her skin, and taste the sweet ache she’s hiding… I know I’m done for.

But I’m not the only one watching her like she’s the first rain after a drought.

My twin Caleb sees her, too, and we share everything.

Now, together, we want to claim, protect, and soothe every tender part of her she’s had to guard alone. Maybe even breed her, if she’s willing.

Previous generations built this ranch on sweat, cattle, and decades of grit—but for the first time, it feels like we could build a home; for her, for her boy, and for the family we were always meant to be.

Only one problem.

The boy’s daddy just rode back into town, mean-mouthed and looking to stake a claim he damn well never earned.

And if he thinks he’s taking Joelle or her baby away from us?

He’s about to learn how real cowboys protect what’s theirs.

Saddle up for a milky, forbidden, fast-burn, stepbrother cowboy ménage full of dirty devotion and the kind of surrender that satisfies more than just hunger.