Beau began laughing as Billy pounded away, happier than he’d ever thought he could be. Sharing a woman had proven easy—when the woman was as breezy and giving as Pansy. She went to great efforts to make sure each man knew he held an equal place in her heart.
He heard a scuff and then a chuckle, and his mouth stretched wider.
“Too late,” Marti chimed from beside him. “My, my. I want some of what she’s having for breakfast.”
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.
To learn more about Delilah Devlin, please visit www.delilahdevlin.com. Send an email to [email protected] or join her Yahoo! group to enter in the fun with other readers as well as Delilah: [email protected]
Look for these titles by Delilah Devlin
Now Available:
Saddled
Stone’s Embrace
Undeniable
Lone Star Lovers
Unbridled
Unforgiven
Four Sworn
Breaking Leather
A Four-Gone Conclusion
Delta Heat
Five Ways ’Til Sunday
Fournicopia
A Perfect Trifecta
The TripleHorn Brand
Laying Down the Law
In Too Deep
Coming Soon:
A Long, Hot Summer
Playing with pain can put you in a world of hurt…or bliss.
A Perfect Trifecta
© 2012 Delilah Devlin
Delta Heat, Book 3
Playing switch in front of a La Forge BDSM club audience was supposed to be a one-time fling. A favor for a friend. Instead, when Craig Eason realizes he’s caught the attention of an enigmatic, powerful Dom across the crowded room, he senses this could be the man he’s been looking for to test the boundaries of his own sexuality.
Firefighter Aiden Byrne is a very private man with strong S&M longings he keeps in check for everyone else’s safety. His sub, Jennifer Callum, thinks she likes it rough, but he can’t let go the way he’d like to. Until one defiant stare from the handsome cop on the La Forge stage causes Aiden’s most dangerous needs to uncoil from the deepest, darkest part of his soul.
With the blessing—and active involvement—of his sub, a seduction is set in motion that ends in a scene that shakes them all to the core…
Warning: Contains a powerful, burly firefighter who plans to take everything a hot cop thinks he knows about himself and send it up in smoke. Please replace the batteries in all your smoke detectors before reading this book. Contains scenes with m/m/f, m/m, spanking, flogging, restraints, and one wild orgy of pleasure.
Enjoy the following excerpt for A Perfect Trifecta:
What was supposed to be a friendly game of flag football between his police substation and the local firehouse had devolved into a much rougher game over the past few weeks. Not that anyone was complaining. Those who played upheld the honor of their uniforms—and earned a chance at a morning off, because both departments ensured the best players represented their departments.
Craig, Gus and Jackson had all played high school football together and still worked like a team on the field. Beau and Mondo, whom they had added to their inner circle when they met at the academy, were agile and fast due to their martial arts training, and they melded well with the team on the gridiron.
The game started after the flip of the coin gave Craig’s team the ball. Several skirmishes later, they had inched their way toward the goal line.
“Hut, hut…”
The ball snapped and Craig ran long, skirting the scrimmage line then running deep into the end zone.
The ball soared and he jumped high, but a long arm stole the ball.
Aiden gave him a smile and darted past Beau to run toward the opposite end zone.
After brushing dirt off his backside, Craig followed Aiden, not stopping until another player forced the big brute to step out of bounds—but not before a twist of Aiden’s body delivered a slam which knocked Craig on his butt. The ref’s whistle stopped the play.
Craig glared up at Aiden. “What was with the body check?” he growled. “It’s touch football.”
“Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” Aiden held out his hand.
“Right.” He accepted the help up, but the other man’s grip was hot and strong. Craig felt a flush climb his neck as he sprinted away.
Since all the players worked offense and defense, the lineup didn’t change.
Craig crouched, then jerked his head up when Aiden bent opposite him.
“I’ll try not to hurt you,” Aiden said softly, but the smile on his face was anything but reassuring.
Craig felt another stirring in his loins. “Don’t hold back on my account,” he muttered.
Aiden nodded. “I won’t then.”
The snap caught Craig off-guard, and Aiden plowed right through him, shouldering him out of the way as he rushed past to guard the quarterback, who ran with the ball.
Craig bounced up and followed, but Aiden was quick for man his size and kept stride with the quarterback. Gus, who was in position in the backfield, ran for the quarterback, elbowing past Aiden to catch the flag waving from the quarterback’s rump. A whistle blew.
When Craig bent in the huddle, Jackson gave him a dark look. “Keep your head in the game or they’re gonna beat our asses.”
“Maybe that’s what he’s hoping,” Mondo bit out, giving Craig a glare.
“You did see he’s gettin’ physical, right? How come the ref’s not callin’ him on it?”
“Lonnie’s too busy flirtin’ with Jenn to notice your boyfriend.”
“Ha-ha, very funny,” Craig said, snarling and getting a little worried that the rest of the team, not just his close friends, had picked up on the tension rising between him and Aiden.
The huddle broke. Beau slapped his bottom. “Don’t worry. They’re just teasing.”
“I’m not worried. There’s nothing goin’ on.”
“Sure. Wanna change positions with me?”
Craig went to the right of the line and hunkered down. A moment later, Aiden faced him again, the knuckles of one hand digging into the grass. “Trying to avoid me, Eason?”
“I wasn’t thinkin’ anything about you.”
The snap sent the lines into motion. This time, Gus plowed into the quarterback and the ball went rolling. Craig leaped over the quarterback and dove for the ball. A large body slammed into him, taking him to the ground. He didn’t need to glance back to know who had him pinned.
“Nice ass.” A hand slid over him, intimately.
Craig tensed, lying still even after Aiden rolled away.
“You hurt? Man’s a bulldozer,” Gus said, standing beside him as Craig slowly rolled, then pushed up to stand.
Gus’s gaze dropped. “Man, you need a bigger cup.”
Jenn watched the interplay between Craig and Aiden. Anyone who knew them both well would know something was going on between them. All that testosterone floating in the air was a heady, dangerous mix. Aiden seemed bent on testing Craig. She only hoped he didn’t injure him in the process.
Forget the sugar. Send her the spice.
Fournicopia
© 2012 Delilah Devlin
Delta Heat, Book 2
Gus Taggert knows a setup when he sees one. The dough
nut shop his police officer buddies have sent him to, Cornucopia, is too frilly. Too pink. Then the woman behind the counter serves up a mini-lesson in submission that leaves him ready and willing to obey her order to see her tonight at La Forge BDSM club.
The large, burly cop is exactly the kind of alpha guy that newly minted Domme, Aislinn Darby, has been dying to tie up and spank. Yet after she puts him through his paces, she finds herself eager to let him take control—something she’s never before enjoyed with a man.
Determined to find out once and for all if she has what it takes to control a scene, she orders him up for one more go. Only this time, she intends to ensure he remembers who’s in charge. She’s even willing to offer a little bribe: accept her dictates, and his reward her—any way he wants her.
Except when it’s time for payback, it comes with several twists she never saw coming.
Warning: When a male sub decides to turn the tables on his pretty Domme, he calls for backup from his best friends. Contains scenes with m/m/f, m/f/m, f/f, spanking, restraints, and an orgy of pleasure no woman can resist
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fournicopia:
“Have you forgotten so soon?” she asked softly, striding up beside him.
His brow furrowed, darkening his eyes. “We’re alone. You don’t have to keep the game up.”
“Oh, I don’t play games. I told you already what I expect.”
His body tightened. His huge chest rose and fell more quickly than the short walk down the hall warranted.
Aislinn was careful not to let her smile reach her eyes. “Naked. That’s how I want you. And since you’re late, I want you bent over that bench to your right.”
She walked closer, not stopping until her chest met his, glad for the tall heels she wore. She tilted back her head, knowing it was no sign of submission on her part, because she stared without blinking into his hazel eyes.
His glance fell to her mouth then the tops of her breasts, spilling over the ribbed edge of the corset. “Naked I can do, ma’am. But you’re not spankin’ my ass with that toy.”
Not breaking glances, she tossed the flogger away. “I wouldn’t want it to touch you anyway. I’ll start with my hand…since we’re just getting to know each other.” Continuing to stare, she kept her expression neutral.
She knew the moment he blinked in their little game of chicken.
He swallowed hard. The sound of it loud in the stillness of the room.
She bit her lip then gave it a slow lick. Flirting to get what she wanted was just one tool in her arsenal of persuasion. “If you’re very good,” she murmured, “I’ll let you lick my nipples.”
The corners of his mouth twitched. A fine sheen of sweat broke on his forehead. He backed up a step then turned toward the bench. She watched while he stripped, not looking at her. She liked what he revealed—a torso cut like a bodybuilder’s—powerful, athletic.
When his trousers dropped and he moved toward the padded kneeler, she cleared her throat. “I’d like to inspect you before you hide yourself away.”
He turned slowly, red suffusing his face.
“Lower your eyes.”
Again, he gave her a slight glower, but he bent his neck although his gaze continued to watch her.
“Brat,” she muttered under her breath.
Striding toward him, placing one foot in front of the other to exaggerate the sway of her hips, she unlaced the top of her corset, spreading the opening and tucking the upper edge beneath her breasts. His gaze dropped to her tits.
“Guess you need more incentive to obey a simple command.” She touched her nipples with her fingertips and toggled the turgid little tips.
“Mondo told me all about it,” he said, his voice rough as gravel.
“Mondo has a big mouth. I don’t need protection. I can handle the problem myself. That the only reason you’re here?” she asked, continuing to fondle herself.
His mouth opened again to speak, but she tugged a nipple and let it pop back. His breath shuddered out.
His reaction, the redness of his face, the staggered breath and intensity of his gaze, did things to her. His frame was so tall and burly—just his size and the fact he was eager to do her bidding enflamed her. Moisture seeped to wet the crotch of her panties, and she knew without a doubt she was going to take this session further than she usually allowed.
She reached up and cupped the corners of his broad shoulders, measuring them with her hands, squeezing the muscle to see just how firm he was. His pectorals jumped and she accepted the silent invitation, smoothing downward. “I like that you don’t wax,” she said, tugging his dark chest hair and then circling his small, flat nipples which hardened instantly beneath her touch.
She gave him a pointed glare, telling him silently to remain still, and smoothed down again, lightly tracing the deep hollows and swells of his ripped abdomen until she reached his cock.
Twice the Bang
Delilah Devlin
Who says it’s better to share your toys?
Delta Heat, Book 4
Beau McIntyre has had his eye on Pansy Patton for a while. But after their friends’ coming out party—where Pansy wears nothing but a sexy smile—Beau isn’t the only one jockeying for the best view of her pretty backside. Realizing it was a mistake to opt for a drawn-out seduction, Beau plans on staking his claim.
Billy Sorenson knows he’s out of his league with a submissive like Pansy, but it was lust at first sight. Now he’ll do whatever it takes to have her, even if he has to be penciled into her schedule for equal time.
A smoking-hot firefighter with ice-blue eyes, or a mysterious cop…what’s a girl to do? Pansy has the answer: refuse to choose and savor the consequences of both men pursuing her.
Doe she expect her lovers to play fair? Oh, no. She’s hoping they’ll play dirty. Real dirty…
Warning: Contains m/f/m and f/f/m scenes, paintball and other sexy ball games, flogging, and one wild orgy of pleasure.
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Twice the Bang
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