I signed the breeding contract with four men standing where I could see them.
Keeping people at arm's length is the only skill I ever perfected.

Clement never argued the terms. He looked at me until I stopped arguing them.
Two nights ago they took me up to the hayloft with the ledgers still on the boards.
On your hands, he said. Not one of them said anything twice.
Each of them had me in turn, and the terms allow nothing between us.
I came down that ladder at dawn and could not meet the cook's eye.

That is the shame of it. Not the loft. That I did not want it over.
Clement says my name across the yard and my whole day goes sideways.

Tonight is the same until it takes. On all fours in the straw. Each of them in the order he sets. Nothing held back, and again tomorrow if the count comes up empty.
The alliance dies the day one of us feels something, and I count whose hands stayed longest.
When the terms are met, none of them has a reason to keep me.
Do I climb that ladder again tonight? Do I end it before one of them can leave first?

A full-length western reverse harem breeding contract erotic novel featuring a contracted woman and the four cowboys who claim her.