Molly flew. Freed by the intense pleasure and the comfort rough, calloused hands provided as they glided on her buttocks and back. Whispers of praise made her smile. “Someone catch me,” she said, her arms collapsing beneath her. She rested, her butt in the air, her face pillowed on a hard thigh.
Again, she was moved. Her body arranged for her because she didn’t have the strength. Lying stretched between them, on her side facing Jason, Mace cuddling close to her back, she fought to stay awake. To tell them how amazing it had been.
Jason kissed her forehead and set her cheek on Mace’s forearm. “It’s okay to sleep. We won’t desert you.”
The room was dark. Night had fallen, and she hadn’t even noticed. “Best workout ever,” she mumbled.
Warm chuckles shook her back and front.
“This can be yours forever,” Jason said, then kissed her mouth.
It was a sweet kiss. Short. Just a smoothing of lips. When he drew back, he studied her expression.
“You’re waiting for an answer?” she grumbled. “Really? Like I can think?”
Mace gave a sleepy moan behind her. “No thinkin’ necessary. Just be with us. It’s an easy decision.”
“What about when I get old and fat?”
“What about it?” Jason said, one side of his mouth quirking up. “There’ll be more of you to share.”
“What about when you get bored with the same woman? Because I’ll tell you now, I won’t stand for either of you cheating. I know it’s selfish, but I couldn’t bear it.”
“Be selfish all you want,” Mace said. “There’s only been one woman we’ve ever wanted longer than a night.”
Her eyes filled. “Me?”
“You.”
“You.”
The men moved closer, pressing into her so tightly she couldn’t breathe without moving them with the soft gusts.
“All right,” she whispered. “But you have to promise me something.”
“Anything, baby,” Jason said. “Name it.”
“Promise you’ll be good fathers.”
Jason swallowed, his jaw tightened. “I’ll be the best I know how.”
She studied his expression, the fear in his eyes. “You’ve had Sam Logan to show you how. That’s good enough for me.” Then she sighed sleepily. “I want lots and lots of children.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sam Logan tiptoed down the hallway toward the front porch, a smile on his lips and tears burning his eyes.
When he eased onto the top step he glanced toward the sky. “Looks like I’m done, Gracie.”
“Like hell,” came a quiet voice in the darkness.
He glanced to the side to find his oldest son, Johnny, leaning on the railing. He was shirtless, barefoot, his long, thick black hair sticking to sweat on his chest. “Why aren’t you inside with your pretty wife?”
Johnny shrugged. “Ellie asked for some alone time with Killian. She thinks he doesn’t believe she loves him. She said she’s gonna prove otherwise.”
Sam grunted. “You coulda headed to one of the spare rooms.”
“Too damn noisy,” Johnny said, a faint glint of humor flashing in his black eyes.
“Now, that’s a fact.”
“Ellie’s pregnant, Sam.”
Sam’s chest expanded, his heart quickening with a happiness so raw he started to shake.
“Grandkids are gonna need you.” Johnny pushed away from the rail and walked into the house.
Sam understood the message. Johnny was a man of few words, but the ones he chose got straight to the point.
Sam gazed heavenward again. Sad, but smiling. “Sweetheart, we’re gonna have to build a bigger house.”
About the Author
Until recently, award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she's missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse! For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it's comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.
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When temptation catches fire, saddle up and hang on for the ride.
Lone Heart
© 2012 Delilah Devlin
A Red Hot Weekend Story
Lone Wyatt is a long way from his Colorado home. After his brother married the woman they both loved, he figured it’d be best if he was out of the way. He’d like to have his own one-and-only, but he’s in no rush. Until he saunters into a small Oklahoma town and spots Charli Kudrow. One wary glance from her haunted eyes, and he knows there’s hidden fire inside her just waiting to erupt. And he’s ready to tear through every objection she can think up.
Charli intends to slip out of Shooters unnoticed as soon as she’s done pinning a help wanted notice to the bulletin board. But there’s a cowboy at the bar with a killer smile who seems hell-bent on seducing her. And she feels something she hasn’t felt in five long years of widowhood—a spark of attraction. Thinking she’ll never see him again, she succumbs to temptation, only to discover that little “spark” is more like a raging wildfire.
One weekend is all he asks. One weekend to prove there’s more between them than just blazing hot sex…
Warning: Sometimes, love happens in an instant, but it takes a lot of sexin’ up to make one stubborn woman a believer.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Lone Heart:
She dug into her pocket for her truck keys and didn’t look back to see if the cowboy followed. She knew her place. It was back at the Lucky K. Not mooning over a younger man.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Did I scare you off?”
Her head whipped up, her gaze landing on the young cowboy.
He stood beside her truck, his gaze shadowed beneath his hat. “I’d like to buy you a drink. Get to know you.”
“I can’t stay,” she blurted. “I’ve got someplace to be.”
He nodded, then sighed. “Do I make you nervous?”
She forced a laugh—and told a lie. “No. But I’m late.”
“Yeah. I can see that. Can I buy you a drink some other time?”
Why was he so insistent? “Look, it was just a dance. And it was nice.”
“Nice? Huh.” His lips twisted, then settled into a slight smile. “I made you nervous. Made you want something more than you were prepared to give. I apologize.”
“I’m not nervous. I’m not anything other than late.”
He stepped closer, and her heartbeat thudded. The parking lot was dark—not that she was frightened of him—but the closer he came, the more her body responded. She held up her hands. “What are you doing?”
“I think I’m gonna kiss you.” His gaze dropped to her mouth.
“Why?”
His shrug was casual, but the set of his chin wasn’t. “Why not? You want it. So do I.”
“I don’t want anything.”
“Sure about that?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then why’d you just lick your lips?”
“Wha—” Good lord, she had.
“Just a kiss,” he said, close enough now she had to lift her chin to meet his gaze.
Damn, she’d forgotten how to breathe. “If I give you that kiss, will you let me go?”
“Negotiating with me now?” He tipped back his hat and a grin stretched slowly across his mouth. “What if you don’t want me to let you go when I’m done?”
Charli shook her head, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of her lips. She realized with a start she was flirting—something she hadn’t done in years. “Are you always this stubborn when a girl turns you down?” she asked, letting a teasing note seep into her breathless whisper.
“Have you? Turned me down, that is?” His hands rose and gripped the corners of her hips. He pressed her back against the cooling metal of her truck. When his head lowered, his hat blocked the light from the moon and distant lamppost, shuttering them in darkness.
His mouth was firm and soft, sweet and spicy. His tongue prodded the seam where her lips pressed together. She wanted to remain strong, but the thought of this handsome younger man and all that firm muscle pressed up against her made her yearn for things she had no business wanting.
She opened, moaning as his tongue swept inside her mouth. I can do this. Keep it light. Dammit, Charli, keep it light.
Her hand slid across the top of his shoulder; her fingers snuck beneath his hat to pull his hair. And just that quickly, the sweet, sexy tenor of the kiss changed.
Lonny groaned into her mouth.
Her thighs opened, and he slid his between them, resuming the grinding pressure that had broken through her walls while they’d danced.
When his hand palmed her breast, she laughed against his mouth. She was as horny as a teenager, uncaring who saw them standing like this.
I should stop him now. I should. Oh God, I should…
His hand slid down her belly and slipped open her belt, unbuttoning her jeans, and then his fingers were gliding down the front of her panties. They cupped her mound.
Shocked, she grabbed his wrist to stop him and drew her head back. “That’s…far enough.”
He held still, his hand warming her sex. “Sorry, I pushed.” But he didn’t withdraw, just stood there, his breaths coming fast.
“Your hand…”
“Likes where it is.”
A snort of laughter broke the tension inside her. “Seems we’re at an impasse, cowboy.”
“Let me pleasure you.”
Her breath caught at the slight movement of one of his fingers as it delved into the top of her folds. Without consciously agreeing, she widened her thighs again, making room for him.
Her head fell back against warm metal. “Don’t think I’ll let you do more.”
“I’m not asking for anything in return. Just relax.”
With the stars blanketing the sky behind him, she relented, closing her mind to all her worries, to her embarrassment. His finger teased moisture from her folds and swirled atop her clit. The contrast between his calloused pad and soft, measured motions drew a sigh.
“You’re prettier than you know,” he whispered, leaning a shoulder against the truck to block the view of what he was doing should anyone exit the bar.
She had a hard time forming words to deny his claim. At this moment, she did indeed feel pretty, wholly feminine, as he plied her hardening knot with ever-firming caresses. “I’m older than you.”
“I noticed.”
“Not nice.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Because you don’t have to worry about me thinking there’s more to this?”
He nipped her nose and then her bottom lip. “I like a smart woman, one with experience. I’m not always the smartest guy.”
“You want some woman to take care of you?”
“Same as I’d take care of her. Aren’t I takin’ care of you now?”
She smiled, but his finger pressed hard. Her lips puckered around a sharper breath.
“That too much?”
She shook her head. “More,” she whispered.
When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!
Carnal Compromise
© 2011 Robin L. Rotham
Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.
Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.
AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.
Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.
Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Carnal Compromise:
“She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”
Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really need to—she’d directed a similar look his way several times in the last few weeks.
“Is that a problem?” he asked in a low voice. The RV wasn’t the best place for this conversation, especially with AJ sitting right behind them, but she had the TV turned up loud enough to drown them out.
Joe rubbed his knuckles on his unshaven cheek. “It might be if you don’t find someplace else for her to bunk.”
Brent studied the man who’d been his right hand and best friend for over six years. He’d never seen Joe this on edge. His jaw was tense, his blue eyes furtive, and his dark brown hair stood on end as if he’d been shoving his hands through it for the last hour while Brent was absorbed in his bookwork. When had he gone so salt-and-pepper? Even his moustache and beard stubble glinted with a considerable helping of silver.
Actually, it was kind of surprising that AJ would be so attracted to a man showing as much wear as Joe did. Big, gruff and work-hardened, he looked older than his forty-seven years. Her attraction to Brent made more sense—he was younger, fairly laid-back and had the kind of lean blond looks that had attracted a lot of ladies over the years.
“You think so?” he asked doubtfully. “She seems more like the type to just lust from afar rather than put the moves on a guy she works with.”
“It’s not her moves I’m worried about.”
Brent narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re interested.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re way out of her league.”
He hadn’t intended it to be a warning, but that was how it came out. At thirty-four, AJ Pender might not be in the first blush of womanhood, but she was quiet, reserved and obviously still young and innocent in all the ways that counted. She wouldn’t have the least idea what to do if guys like them took her up on the unconscious offer in her eyes, and he’d just as soon it stayed that way.
“Tell me about it,” Joe said impatiently. After another quick glance at AJ, he said, “Let’s get out of here. I need a drink.”
Brent shut down his laptop without hesitation. Shoving the receipts back into their file folder, he s
tood up and unbuckled his belt to take off his pliers holster while Joe did the same. After he’d tucked the tail of his flannel shirt back into his jeans, he turned to look at AJ. The lanky blonde farmhand was curled up on one end of the couch in a baggy sweatshirt and faded jeans, dividing her attention between her own laptop and some medical drama on TV. Judging by the lack of keyboarding sounds, she’d been mostly reading rather than writing.
If he were polite, he’d ask her to go along with them. Instead he asked, “Whatcha readin’, AJ?”
Red flags appeared on her cheeks as she looked up, and she put on hand on the laptop’s lid as if she intended to slam it down if anyone came near enough to see what was on the screen. “Um, nothing. I mean, nothing much. Just an e-book. They’re a lot easier to carry around than a stack of paperbacks,” she hurried to explain.
“An e-book, huh?” He tried not to grin. “We know someone who writes e-books, don’t we, Joe?”
“We sure do,” Joe drawled, shrugging into his jacket. “Ever read anything by Amanda Garrity?”
AJ’s blue eyes widened. “You know Amanda Garrity?”
“Yup,” Brent said. “So you’ve read her books?”
He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she turned even redder. “Well, um, I think I, uh—”
“That’s okay, honey.” Brent winked at her. “We won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
Instead of protesting her innocence, AJ just let her eyes slide to the TV and chewed on her lower lip. The confirmation that she read dirty books drew his balls up tight.
Ignoring the reaction, he said, “So we’re headed to town. Need anything?”
“Not unless you can get me a new pair of boots at the bar,” she said without looking at him. She was obviously uncomfortable with their knowing about her choice of reading material. It made him think, though. If AJ read the kind of books Mandy wrote, maybe she would know what to do if one of them—or both of them—put the moves on her.
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