Breaking Leather: Lone Star Lovers, Book 4

by Delilah Devlin

  One for remembrance…one for healing…and one to seal her heart forever.

  Lone Star Lovers, Book 4

  Chrissi Page has tried to find one man who heats her bed the way the Kinzie brothers did one shameful night years ago. She’s failed miserably, leaving her with no choice but to bank that inner fire—and keep a lid on her inner bad girl.

  She’d been weak, unable to choose between three men who appealed to her in different ways. And when they’d confronted her as a tease, anger had boiled over into a passion so wild, she’s still trying to live it down.

  Since that night, Ezra, Cade and Joshua have individually sown their wild oats with pretty much the entire available female population of Two Mule, Texas. Yet nothing erases the attraction they still feel for Chrissi. And when she ends up stranded on the road near their ranch, it’s their last chance to turn their mutual obsession into an unusual proposition.

  One weekend, three on one. If she can’t stand the heat, they’ll let her go on with her life. And try to find a way to live with the hole she’ll leave behind in theirs.

  Warning: A girl who thinks she can’t have it all, and three brothers who set out to prove otherwise. One on one, two on one, and three on one; bondage in the wild; a bit of riding crop action. And a pickup truck load of emotion.

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  Breaking Leather

  Copyright © 2010 by Delilah Devlin

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-259-2

  Edited by Lindsey Faber

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  Breaking Leather

  Delilah Devlin

  Dedication

  To me. I need a medal for not self-combusting during the writing of this novel. J

  Chapter One

  Chrissi Page raised her cell phone in the air, staring at the screen. No bars. Not even a hint of one skinny, green nub. “Oh, come on,” she moaned as her radiator hissed behind her. “Damn, damn, damn.”

  She’d been tempted to ignore the check engine light when it first appeared, wanting to take the chance she could limp back into Two Mule. However, the steam seeping from under the hood had pretty much killed that hope.

  Today was not the day for her car to break down. Not so far from town. Not so close to their ranch. Any minute now one of the Kinzie brothers might happen by.

  They’d stop because they’d never leave a woman stranded.

  They might not let her go because of their shared past.

  And she didn’t know if she had the strength anymore to fight fate or her own inexplicable needs.

  Macy Pettigrew, her best friend and boss, had sent her to the Dunstan house to make sure the owners had followed her suggestions to increase the house’s curb appeal. Never mind that there wasn’t a curb. Not really even a road—more of a caliche-covered goat trail that meandered up a steep hillside, rutted from runoff during recent summer storms.

  Something must have happened to her car on the run up that hill. She’d heard the rocks pinging against her undercarriage but had been too busy thinking about Ms. Dunstan’s handsome neighbors. She’d been afraid she’d pass them or that they might stop in to see old Lettie Dunstan, the widow selling off her roughhewn, century-old home.

  Chrissi had forced a smile on her face, looked at the potted plants the old woman had placed in pretty window boxes and admired the paint she’d used to spruce up the weathered door and window frames. The junk the old woman’s husband had accumulated, and that she hadn’t had the heart to part with after his passing, was gone from the front lawn. And lo and behold, grass was beginning to grow to fill in the brown patches where engines and tires had lain.

  Macy would be pleased. They had a potential buyer. One who’d relayed an offer via email, which had checked out with the mortgage lender. Details Macy had been eager to handle herself, leaving the showings to Chrissi.

  Chrissi heard a powerful engine rev. She slowly lowered her arm and glanced nervously over her shoulder. A metallic sage pickup truck pulled off the road behind her, and her stomach dropped to her toes. She’d known the moment her check engine light had shone that this was going to happen.

  And good Lord, it had to be Ezra Kinzie. His dark gaze narrowed on her through the windshield, the intensity of it feeling like the hissing heat of a brand against her skin.

  He opened his door and stepped down, slamming it with a decisive shove. Everything Ezra did was deliberate. He never wavered once a decision was made.

  Long ago, he’d decided he wasn’t going to fight his brothers for her. If she wasn’t going to decide among them, then she’d have to take them all.

  And, Lord help her, she had.

  She’d never gotten over that night, had never been able to push it to the farthest corner of her mind when she lay down to sleep. Just the memory of it made her hot, cold, wet…

  And horribly ashamed. Anyone could have seen them beneath the bleachers at the homecoming game. Gossip hadn’t followed, but that didn’t make her any less self-conscious when she strode down the sidewalk on Main Street.

  Someone might know. Someone might tell. The thought of that sordid night being revealed left her feeling nauseated. Her life had been circumspect ever since, her love life nonexistent.

  They’d left her scarred. Unable to move on.

  Not because they’d harmed her physically, but because she hadn’t been able to shake off the terrible attraction that tempted her every single day since that fateful night.

  Boots crunched on the gravel at the side of the road. The brim of Ezra’s straw cowboy hat left his ice-blue eyes in shadow.

  She straightened away from her car and squared her shoulders.

  “Havin’ trouble, Chrissi?”

  “It just showed up,” she said under her breath, determined not to let him see how flustered she felt.

  One side of his mouth quirked up. He glanced up at the sky, squinting against the bright Texas sun before leveling that devastating stare on her again.

  Her belly clenched, and she fought hard not to give him any clues about how he still affected her. Just the rumble of his deep voice always made her think of crisp, cool sheets and hot, slick skin.

  Her glance flicked over his body-hugging dark tee, noted his well-developed chest, the bulge of his biceps, his taut abdomen. She started to sweat. “Will you call a tow truck for me when you get home?”

  A frown dug a deep crease between his dark brows. “Get in my truck, Chrissi. I’m not leavin’ you on the side of the road.”

  “I’m not goin’ anywhere with you, Ezra Kinzie,” she said tightly.

  A muscle rippled alongside his jaw. “I’m just offerin’ you a place to wait out of the sun. And a cool drink. Nothin’ more.”

  His features were stern, his jaw rigid, but the heat blazing from his eyes mesmerized her, made her want to sway toward him. The intensity
of that unblinking stare made her wish he’d take the decision right out of her hands. She’d never willingly take that first step. Her days of following his commands were over.

  Chrissi swallowed hard and broke from his glance, looking down the road and praying someone else would appear over the crest of the hill. She needed rescuing from the deep emotions roiling inside her—from the temptation his large, hard frame embodied. However, only the shimmer of heat waves rose off the black tar.

  A trickle of moisture dripped between her breasts, gliding along one curve—and just like that, her imagination replaced the slide of that hot little bead with the tip of his tongue. She turned away from him and dragged in a couple of deep breaths, trying to stiffen her resolve, but the only things hardening were the tips of her breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin, then turned to aim a glare at the one man who had the power to make her knees quiver.

  So many memories swamped her as she stared into his handsome, rugged face. So many regrets sat like soured milk in her gut. He’d been “the one” until she’d succumbed to a dark sensual greed.

  Too bad she couldn’t turn back the clock about seven years. She’d make damn sure she’d never let him take her hand and pull her into the shadows.

  Ezra barely suppressed the urge to step closer and crowd her tall, lithe body against her car. He’d love nothing better than to snug his dick between her legs while he licked that trickle of sweat tracking down her chest, and then follow the curve of her sweet, round breast.

  But he and his brothers had planned this abduction down to the last detail. No time now to let a hard-on get in the way. “I’m not leavin’ you on the side of the road. It’s a hundred damn degrees out here, sweetheart. Get in the truck.”

  “Don’t call me sweetheart,” she said, sounding a little breathless.

  It did his ego good to know she wasn’t unaffected. This was the closest they’d stood in seven years. Since he’d kissed her before letting her head to the girls’ restroom to clean up after he and his brothers had her.

  A sordid little chapter he was determined to remedy. If he could get her ass inside his truck.

  However, Chrissi, stubborn as ever, jutted her chin high and crossed her arms over her chest. Did she know she was plumping up her breasts, drawing his gaze to the creamy tops? Her clothing stuck to the sweat coating her skin. Her light blouse skimmed close to her narrow waist. Her dark blue trousers pulled tightly as she braced apart her legs. Did she know how well they cupped her pussy?

  Just that hint of a cleft was enough to add a spike of steel to his already raging erection.

  “Maybe you’d let me use your cell phone?” she ground out.

  Ezra let a hint of a smile curve the corners of his mouth. One thing he’d learned over the years was the value of patience. He’d waited a long time to be where he was, standing in front of the one woman who had the power to make his knees buckle. The one woman he’d gladly share if that was the only way he could have her.

  “Chrissi, don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” he asked quietly.

  Her breath caught, lifting her chest. “I’ve waited long enough for you to act the gentleman and do what I asked. I’ll walk back to town.” She dropped her arms, reached through her car window for her purse, then straightened.

  She’d have to stride around him, and he guessed she was girding herself to do just that. Her gaze didn’t rise above his shoulder. She sucked in a deep breath and gave him a wide berth as she brushed past.

  Ezra let her go, easing a hip against her red Mustang and watching her walk away—on three-inch heels that stuck to the hot tar, making a sticky sound with each step she took. She made it only about ten feet past the end of his truck before she slowed.

  Her shoulders fell, her head turned to the side, but not quite far enough for her to meet his gaze. “You’re not gonna let me go, are you?” she asked softly.

  Her profile, so pure and pretty, stirred a suffocating desire inside him. He steeled himself to pretend a strength he was far from feeling. So many hopes rode on the next few minutes.

  “I’m just givin’ you a few moments to make up your mind, sweetheart. I have every confidence you’ll do the smart thing.”

  “Just a ride to your place to make a call?”

  “And a cool drink. Whatever else happens will be up to you. I’ve always let you make your own choices. Even when you were dead wrong. Even when it was killin’ me.”

  And even though she still hadn’t moved, he straightened away from her car and walked to the passenger door of his truck. He opened the door and waited.

  Chrissi turned her head toward the road, and Ezra held his breath, praying another vehicle wouldn’t come along, praying he’d have the strength to do what had to be done, no matter how much she might beg him to end it later.

  When she faced him, he couldn’t read her expression. Her mouth was firmed into a thin line. Her chin tilted. Her brown eyes raked him up and down, and she stepped out, her body moving fluidly, hips swaying. Not a conscious invitation, but he knew if he touched her between her legs right this minute, she’d be wet.

  He fought a smile of satisfaction as she walked toward him and stepped up into his cab. Before he closed the door, she laid a hand on his bare arm.

  Was she reconsidering? He stared down at her short, peach-colored nails and slender, ringless fingers.

  “I’m not stayin’ any longer than it takes to make that call.” Her fingers tightened on him, and then slowly dragged away.

  That touch had felt like a caress. Like she couldn’t resist the urge to test the muscle beneath his hot skin.

  She turned to stare out the front windshield, her purse in her lap. Her hands crimped around the leather as though she might use the bag to defend herself.

  He slammed her door closed and loped around the front of the truck, slid into the seat beside her and started the engine. As soon as it roared to life, he turned the AC knob to full. “That better?” he asked softly.

  “Dammit, don’t be nice.”

  Fuck, the last thing he felt was nice. He gripped the gearstick and slammed the truck into first, then a quick second and third, roaring down the highway toward the ranch. Chrissi Page sat in the seat next to him. He’d gotten her this far. Unless she wanted to eat pavement, he wasn’t slowing to let her out until he had her at his home.

  Aware of every little movement, every little sigh or nervous twitch, he watched her from the corner of his eye. He’d seen her from time to time over the years, but hadn’t been this close.

  She’d aged well. Time had trimmed the youthful roundness of her cheeks and honed the stubborn jut of her chin. Her dark eyes, her best feature as far as he was concerned, still held the wary innocence of a fawn. However, tension etched fine lines at the corners.

  He’d always loved her eyes, loved the way her stare would follow him around the hallways at high school or while she sat atop a corral fence when he worked with a horse. He’d never felt uncomfortable, had warmed to her approval. In those days, all it had taken was a shy glance or a little half-smile to brighten his day. She’d trusted him then.

  He wished she’d trusted herself as much.

  The rest of her had matured just as well. Possessed of curves at an early age that could make a man weak at the knees, her body had only improved. High-set, rounded breasts, a narrow waist and full hips. He’d often caught a glimpse of her ass, twitching beneath her conservative clothing—round, plump, peach-shaped curves that were Cade’s favorite feature.

  And her legs… Josh had long ago decided hers were perfect. Long, slim, and beautifully curved at the calf and inner thigh.

  Yeah, they each had their favorite Chrissi-part, one they wanted to claim for their own. Too bad she’d thought their attention was something dirty.

  She was nervous. He could tell that from the way her fingers clenched her purse and then played with a wisp of dark brown hair that defied the clasp holding up the rest. And she should be
wary. If she had any idea what lengths they’d gone to in order to engineer this rescue she’d have them all up on charges.

  As it was, they might still wind up in jail if the plans they’d made ever came to light. They wanted this weekend to happen naturally, but they hadn’t left anything to chance. Opportunity was there. She only had to have the courage to surrender.

  “How have you been keepin’?” he asked, wanting to break the brittle tension.

  “Fine. Yourself?”

  Ezra clamped his fingers around the steering wheel, hating the tenor of her voice. It was a little high and strained, like she was afraid. “Been busy. We’ve had to move the cattle more than usual. Grass is dried up. We’ve shipped in hay from as far away as Iowa to keep ’em fed.”

  “Sorry about that. Everyone seems to be having similar issues.”

  Dammit, they sounded like a couple of strangers. “Still workin’ for Macy Pettigrew?” he asked, although he knew damn well she was. He’d been in close communication with Macy, tendering the private offer for the Dunstan property.

  Macy thought she was helping Ezra with a love connection. The fact there were three interested bachelors hadn’t been mentioned.

  “Yes. Three years now. Right after I got my realtor’s license.”

  “Thought you wanted to be a teacher.” Actually, she’d wanted to teach until she married, and then become a full-time mom, but he thought better of mentioning that.

  Her mouth tightened. “I took business in college.”

  Had they been responsible for her change of heart? “Must be good at what you do.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “You’ve lasted. Macy’s a bit of a shark.”

  “She’s a pussycat if you’re not afraid of a little hard work.”

  “I’ll take your word on that.”

  The ranch’s high arched gate loomed. Letting out a relieved breath that he’d gotten her this far, he turned off the highway onto the dusty gravel road that led through the gate. They bumped over the cattle guard grating, and he slowed as he approached the house. In the distance, he saw Josh, bent over his horse and riding at full tilt—coming from the direction of the Dunstan property line. Ezra almost smiled, except he caught Chrissi’s expression as she watched Josh.