BWWM Reverse Harem Romance | Redneck Retribution | Book #3 Redneck Rebels Trilogy
Caroline and her three sexy redneck country boys have spent the past four years in Washington D.C. If you don’t want spoilers for the first two books… CLICK HERE IMMEDIATELY. There’s no reason for them to go back to Old Town, right? The past is in the past where it belongs. Except… maybe not.
Caroline & the boys receive a startling letter that changes everything.
I must warn you, this story contains sensitive content similar to the first two books. This story is a reverse harem romance which in this case means a relationship with one woman and three heterosexual men utterly loyal to satisfying her every need.
The rednecks return to Old Town means a reckoning. This time, Caroline won’t be able to hold them back…
Check out the first chapter.
BWWM Romance Novel Excerpts | Redneck Retribution
Chapter One
The four of them were in bed when the letter came. Bud Landry lay naked on top the comforters with a Sharpie drawing of several hearts on his thick butt cheeks. Caroline lay next to him, spooning with Travis, who cupped her stomach with his firm palm and drew a freshly tattooed bicep across her, holding her close. Holding Caroline was the best part of his morning, especially the way she pressed her butt against him. Yes.
Chase curled up at the end of the bed like a cat still dressed in a black t-shirt from yesterday. His clothes still hadn’t quit the thick scents of tobacco on them.
Georgetown was quiet on Sundays and after a raucous Saturday night, no where was more quiet than Caroline Coulson’s mansion with her three boys. That is, until something broke the silence. A deafening crack echoed around the room and then…
Bfffffmmmmggggbbbbbbttttt…
The smell hit Caroline’s nostrils first and she gagged, immediately launching herself upright and completely awake.
“Bud! You farted…” she gagged, attempting to push the gigantic country boy away from her, but pushing Travis instead.
Chase groaned, the toxic cloud of Bud’s gas edging its way to his comfy spot at the foot of their gigantic bed. Travis woke up coughing shortly after. Bud appeared unbothered by their coughs, chokes and gasps for air. He let out another loud smelly fart.
“That’s it…” Caroline muttered, grabbing her pillow and smacking Bud straight over the head. He groaned, but instead of waking up, he farted again.
Caroline snatched the pillow away from his head and pressed it to her nose.
“Who allowed him to go to that Mexican joint?!” Chase yelled, scrambling off the edge of the bed and flinging open their bedroom window, gasping desperately for air. Travis scowled, still too exhausted from a night of studying to answer.
“I’m afraid that may be my fault,” Travis mumbled.
“Travis!” Caroline balked, turning on him with the pillow. Travis caught it deftly and set the pillow aside, gazing at his best friend’s exposed rump like it was about to set off the next bedroom-sized nuclear attack.
“Wake up you big asshole,” Travis snapped, smacking Bud across the ass with his flat palm. Hard. Bud opened a single curious eye and then grinned.
“G’morning.”
“Your toxic farts woke us all up,” Caroline snapped. “What have we told you about going to that food truck?”
“That food truck is amazing…” Bud said, smiling gleefully and wriggling his butt as if he was readying to let another one out.
“That food truck gives you beans, Bud. Your delicate European gut flora can’t handle the damn beans and we can’t handle your farting!” Caroline yelled, hitting him again with a pillow.
“Chase and Travis aren’t complaining.”
They cast sullen and weary glances in Bud’s direction. He rolled over and sighed.
“Fine. I’ll break up with my food truck. After I finish my leftovers.”
“We should kick him out,” Travis grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “I have a lecture tonight at 7 and work all day. I need sleep, Landry.”
Bud fondled his dick, uninterested in Travis’ complaints about needing sleep and far more interested in Caroline, crouched nearby and scowling at him.
“Travis is right. He needs sleep. And I’m a recently resigned Congresswoman. Believe it or not, I need sleep too.”
Bud said, “You both need a vacation. And Chase…”
“I need to call my ma and brother,” Chase said, finishing up the reminder before Bud could finish it off.
Caroline threw him a sympathetic look. His mother’s cancer had gone into remission for a while. Chase and his brother had another falling out, but then her cancer came back and the news thrust them back together again, forcing Chase into a complicated situation with a brother he’d loved and hated with the same strength of his heart.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been home,” Caroline admitted. “But we’re city people now. No one judges us here the way they would at home. I like my freedom.”
“A vacation couldn’t hurt,” Travis added. “A long vacation. It’s not like we’re short on cash.”
Chase leaned out the window, but added nothing. He’d grown his copper brown hair down to his shoulders and there was a slight curl to it now. He’d pulled the hair into a messy knot at the nape of his neck and the wisps blew around his face as he stared onto the streets of their new fancy neighborhood.
Home. What the hell would he do at home except remember all the ways their lives had been fucked up? All the ways he’d fucked up? Chase heard news about what happened after the factory closed and he’d tried to tell himself that it wasn’t all his protesting and unionizing that put his buddies out of work.
“Why bother going back to Old Town? We moved on. We did what everyone else wanted to do… we got out.”
Chase had a point, Caroline thought. Old Town had been a hard place to live and harder because of their relationship. Three white men loved her and they were content to share her — best friends who shared everything found their way into her bed and the love they shared had been explosive. But not exactly accepted.
Bud’s fingers made their way to Caroline’s and she let him take her hand in his, suddenly wanting to forgive him for his disgusting farts. Bud was handsome. And big. He was mountain man enormous, with a broad smile and a deep sonorous voice. Caroline’s heart fluttered as she recalled some of their special moments together — teaching Bud how to read, working on his Mayoral campaign and of course, their time in bed together. Bud was rough and animalistic when he took her. There was always something so pleasantly primal about his manhandling.
That morning, he had a similar animal look in his eye that neither Travis or Chase had noticed because of the sleep in their eyes. Caroline noticed. It was as plain as the cock rising to slow attention in the middle of the bed, practically beckoning her fixation. Chase pulled out a cigarette. He was down to one a day, but he savored every puff of tobacco from the window when he could.
Caroline leaned forward, edging toward Bud’s exposed staff and Travis finally stopping thinking about his class and noticed the scene unfolding before him. He liked taking Caroline. The sensation of entering her felt phenomenal. She was tight. Eager. Yet watching another man take her turned Travis on just as much. He never thought about Bud’s dick as something he might be interested in, but Travis got hard at just the idea of watching his best friend enter her soft body. It was Caroline that entranced him. He could watch her make love for hours. He could watch her do anything.
Caroline’s body moved deftly on top Bud’s. He hadn’t impaled her yet but his rough fingers moved between her lower lips, readying her. Travis could feel himself getting hard and his responsibilities as a law student nearly fading from his mind. Pussy. That was all he could think about now. Not just anyone’s but hers… Caroline.
He loved her and that pussy so much. She kissed Bud, losing herself in his roughness and letting his primal morning arousal flow into her until she couldn’t imagine why she’d ever wanted to toss him out of bed only a few moments ago. Chase sat on the windowsill watching them kiss, smoking his cigarette slowly and watching. Chase didn’t mind watching either.
Caroline was sensitive and beautiful and built for this. Chase knew most in his family wouldn’t approve — not just of the three of them but of her. She was the wrong color for a man like him according to his family. He’d heard rumors about girls like her and found all of them completely false. Caroline was smart. Beautiful. And wickedly sexy.
Bud slipped his finger into her lower lips and she moaned. Chase could feel himself stiffening in his pants and he moved his thighs to allow his cock to enjoy the sensation of rising and the teasing slowness of his action. Not until I finish my cigarette, he thought. I can’t have her until I finish the damn cigarette.
Bud pushed her close to the edge. Caroline bucked her hips and he grunted before plunging into her deeper. Bud’s fingers sank into her thighs and the urge to finish tightened in his groin. He clutched Caroline like she might try to escape and their bodies shuddered together until Bud erupted between her legs.
Damn. She had great legs. He grinned stupidly as Caroline leaned forward to kiss him. Her breasts draped on Bud’s thick chest. His muscles were insane from hoisting bales of hay over his shoulders as soon as he could walk. He’d been the tallest boy in Old Town growing up and he’d never stopped being a giant.
Caroline ran her hands over his chest, taking him all in. Once one had her, the others wouldn’t leave her alone for long. That was the best part about all of them sharing her. She was never dissatisfied. Ever. Travis was the first to act as Caroline slid off Bud’s shaft and rolled languidly onto the bed. He snaked her arms up over her head, kissing her sweetly.
“Bud got you nice and wet for me,” Travis whispered.
They had all been doing this so long now that none of them was particularly shy about their favorite parts of the entire arrangement. Caroline spread beneath Travis’ pale body as he allowed his finger to feel her wetness slowly before he caressed her clit to full attention.
Chase set his cigarette in the ash tray. I can have the other half later. He moved to the foot of the bed as Travis hiked Caroline’s thighs up and she moaned as he entered her. Even after Bud, she was tight and loud. Travis grinned as the slow movement of his hips teasing her to the edge of a climax made Caroline moan… loudly.
They kissed again and Travis’ hips instinctively moved deeper. More. I need more of her. He ground his hips into Caroline more forcefully. She arched her back upward, allowing her nipples to rub against Travis’ stiff chest. Everything about him turned her on and his new tattoos made Caroline want him more.
She resisted his grasp and yanked her hands free, reaching behind her to cup Travis’ ass and pull him into her deeper…and much slower.
“Careful officer,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t want to hurt your prisoner…”
He groaned and leaned forward to kiss her, grinning with delight. Travis left the force, but he liked Caroline’s fingers grazing him and her delicate teasing voice was enough to make him erupt. Plus, he could feel what Bud had left inside her. It was warm. Sticky. And compelled him to leave something of his own behind.
Travis edged his hips forward and erupted alongside Caroline, the two climaxing together in near perfect harmony. Caroline shuddered and then twisted immediately in Travis’ embrace. Hips still joined, they kissed and kissed until Chase thought he would burst just watching them.
My turn…
Travis cast a glance in his best friend’s direction and winked at him, tossing Caroline onto her stomach. She landed with a surprised squeak and then felt a pair of rough, unmistakable hands spreading her thighs apart. Bud opened her as Chase dropped his clothing to the floor and eased into bed, lying on top of Caroline as he pressed the tip of his hardness into her pussy from behind.
Bliss.
Caroline cried out as he guided his hips forward in a swift motion, burying his dick in her to the hilt.
“Fuck…” Chase growled, losing his manners and all sense once he met Caroline’s vice grip. The squishy softness surrounding her entrance made her easier to get into and tighter. Hotter. Chase could feel his cheeks turning red and burning as he moved his hips slowly teasing her open wider as he thrust into her.
“More…” Caroline whispered. Her insatiable moaning turned them all on. It hadn’t been easy to get Caroline to open up like this. But she was open now. Chase lubricated his thumb with his tongue and teased at Caroline’s back door as he worked her from behind. She allowed him to spread her slowly and press his thumb inside her. The sensation of his rigid thumb entering one of the most forbidden parts of her body with deliberate slowness made Caroline weak.
She shivered and allowed his body to press against hers as his thumb slipped in deeper. Caroline moaned and Chase responded by planting the rest of his thumb in her back door.
“Like that?” He whispered, taking her lips into his and biting down as he pressed his thumb deeper into her ass. Caroline couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Chase’s thumb probed the tender, wrinkled skin of her sensitive back door. It would have been easier if it hurt, but instead the strange sensation only heightened her despite for him.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Just like that.”
With his dick in her pussy and his finger in her ass, pleasure hit Caroline like a freight train. Her body trembled as she pressed back against Chase’s lean, muscular body, chiseled from years of hard work since he was a teenager. His copper hair dusted his shoulders now and as he leaned forward, thrusting deeply into Caroline, his hair brushed her cheek, tickling her and heightening the sensations between her thighs.
She moaned, her nipples pressing forward into the pillow as her thighs spread apart even more. Chase observed her subtle signals, holding her hips as he slid into her deeper. When Caroline moaned louder, he struggled to hold himself back. He had to have more of her. He had to.
He grunted and edged his hips forward ardently. Caroline moaned, an unexpectedly strong climax mounting within her as Chase grunted and thrust into her from behind.
“She likes it,” Bud growled. “Fuck her hard…”
Caroline couldn’t take it anymore. She loved when they acted like a pack of possessive animals crowded around their mate. Chase grabbed her hips and pulled her body closer to his.
“Cum for me,” he murmured. “Cum for me, babe.”
Caroline couldn’t hold back any longer. Chase’s command made it easy for her to cum hard and the deep throbbing in her core only felt better with Chase’s finger pressed deep in her ass. As she came, he withdrew his finger painfully slowly and thrust deeper between her legs. He moved his hips faster and Caroline angled her hips up, knowing exactly what to expect.
Chase released inside her with a final grunt, thick ropes of his seed jettisoning from his dick and coating the walls of Caroline’s squishy wetness with more Southern white boy seed. Three of them. She had three of them. Caroline squeezed her legs together, delivering an unexpected jolt of pleasure through both of them where they were still joined.
“Careful,” Chase whispered. “I might have another load for you.”
He palmed Caroline’s gorgeous walnut-colored ass with a hard spank and she squealed as he withdrew his cock. Mornings with the boys were all like this.
But that morning was different, because the doorbell rang early in the morning, long before the mailman normally came.
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