Burnin' Up Memphis: Firehouse 69, Book 1

by Delilah Devlin

  Coop’s glance cut sideways. Moira’s head was dipped, her cheeks pink. His disgruntlement ebbed away. Again, he shut down the noise in his head, the angry stirring of bees to really listen. “Why not? She’s beautiful. What man wouldn’t want her?”

  Anton’s gaze locked with his. “If you’ve already made her come, you know exactly why.”

  Because she needed pain, and not every man would understand how to deliver it without really hurting her or scaring her. The realization froze his blood.

  Coop stood, turned to Moira and slowly pulled her against his chest. “You don’t tell guys what you need, do you?”

  She hid her face in the corner of his shoulder. “Can you imagine me asking a guy to spank me? To gag me? Or tie me up?”

  His body grew rigid at the idea. Steeled against the certainty. “Anyone ever hurt you?”

  “Once. He thought I wanted to be abused.”

  He held her tightly and glanced over to Anton, who was watching them closely. Everything inside him had been so sure he understood what this was all about. Now he felt like a fool. He’d come very close to blowing this. Learning everything he needed to know about how to be with her would require this man’s help.

  Coop cleared his throat, and even though it nearly killed him, he asked, “Can you two stay for the weekend? Can you teach me?”

  Anton’s smile was slow. “I’ll show you some flogging techniques. How to operate the furniture,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows, “but I don’t have to teach you what it takes to be a Dom. Her Dom. You’re already there.”

  He strode away, ostensibly to check on Britney’s restraints.

  Coop reached down to gently rub Moira’s ass, his fingers gentling over every raised inch. “What did he mean? I don’t know a damn thing about all this.”

  Moira leaned back to smile up at him. “You know me, Coop. You’re willing to experiment. To pay attention to my cues. You’ve already given me the best orgasm any man has ever managed to wring from me.”

  “Your ass is pretty tender,” he said gruffly. “What other kinky things make you happy? Please tell me there’s something else.”

  “I like to be watched,” she whispered.

  His lifted his gaze to Anton, who gave Britney a pat on her thigh and then ambled to a low-backed sofa where he sat, hands clasped behind his head. “Should have made popcorn.”

  They were serious. Funny, the thought didn’t bother him so much. “No scoring my moves.”

  “Mind a little coaching?”

  Coop grunted. Actually, he didn’t mind one bit.

  Coop tugged at the chains attached to the manacles around his wrists. “This really necessary?” It was late Sunday night. After a day filled with lessons concerning the application of floggers and paddles, both applied to Britney’s unmarked ass, he was pretty sure he had the gist of it. This seemed like overkill. A chance for Anton to give him a little payback for being an ass when they’d first met.

  “How do you expect to truly understand what she feels if you don’t ever experience the joy of a good spanking yourself?” Anton asked, his voice silky and amused now that Coop couldn’t retaliate.

  Coop had thought his humiliation was already complete. After all, he was completely nude and Anton had placed a leather harness over his cock, handling his dick like he handled a man’s junk every day. Coop’s cheeks were flushed. “You aren’t going to spank my ass.”

  “Do you really have a choice in the matter?” Anton’s eyebrows gave a waggle, but then he shrugged. “I’m going to let your woman have the honor. She’s good. She won’t slap your balls too hard.”

  Coop swore. “Who said anything about slapping my balls?” He twisted to glare behind him. “Moira?”

  She was standing there, looking like a wet dream. Naked from the tops of her thighs up. Her legs were encased in shiny black boots with tall heels. When she walked toward him, a riding crop in her hand, his stomach dropped with a thud. She struck the patent leather with the end of the crop, producing a sharp sound that made his dick jump. “What about the flogger?”

  “What about it?” she asked, trading the crop for the flogger and touching his shoulder with the end of it, and then moving it downward over his back, causing gooseflesh to rise. When she got to his ass, she gave him a light tap.

  He gave an unmanly gasp and then tightened his lips. “This is my first time,” he said between clenched teeth, pretending calm when all he could imagine was the shit he’d get the next day in the showers when he bared a striped butt.

  Moira’s gaze narrowed on him, but then she shrugged and gave him an impish grin. “Gotcha scared, don’t I?”

  Indeed. He shook his head and faced forward, reminding himself he could trust her with anything, especially the wellbeing of his balls, seeing as she loved them so much.

  He reached up, gripped the chains and cleared his mind, relaxing his body. Everything she said she did when she entered a scene. The first stroke felt like a feather duster brushing his ass. One side of his mouth quirked up. He could take this. Piece of cake.

  He glanced over at Anton, who was chuckling, wickedly, his eyes squinting he was enjoying himself so much. At his expense. So Moira had more in store for him than just a soft back-and-forth brush across his buttocks. The swishing continued until he felt small cold fingers creeping up between his legs. He darted a glance downward to find Britney scrunched down behind him, her hands now cupping his balls.

  Coop shot another glance over his shoulder. Anton had moved beside Moira and was passing her a more lethal-looking flogger with longer strands and knots at the ends. Something he’d used on Britney’s ass once her skin had been warmed up. Phase two, Anton had said.

  The first pass of the cat-of-nine-tails took his breath. Not from pain, but from surprise. Or maybe it was Britney’s mouth sucking on his balls. Whichever. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend allowed it, but Moira was open to things like sharing her man’s dick so long as they both drew pleasure from it and he wasn’t screwing anyone else’s pussy—the one taboo they’d agreed on. Coop wanted to add a whole laundry list of taboos, but Moira had pressed her finger against his lips. “Don’t say something you might want to take back one day.”

  Then she’d made him forget what he’d been so worried about. Maybe he should have been thinking about taboos that involved whatever it was she had in mind for him now.

  But thinking and worrying took too much concentration. While she swished leather across his back, around his sides, over his buttocks, he swayed with the pleasure. Lord, there was pleasure. More than just the firm hand rolling on a condom, the hot mouth traveling up and down his cock. Moira was putting him in a trance, sub-space, she’d called it. He surrendered to it, taking deeper and deeper breaths. And then the warmth left his cock and leather slapped his inner thighs, working higher and higher.

  He held his breath, sure she was only teasing, that she knew it would be too much. But leather brushed his balls and wrapped around them from beneath, the barbed ends flipping up to slap his cock and his groin.

  He hissed between his teeth and tensed as stroke after stroke slapped him in places no man ought to be slapped.

  But slowly, he realized he liked it. Liked the edgy fear of wondering whether she’d make a mistake. Liked the warmth of his leather-stung skin. A lethargy sent him reeling, swaying, and he met Anton’s gaze, letting the other man see the pleasure drugging his senses.

  Slowly, the chains above him loosened. Britney appeared and leaned her naked breasts against his chest as she reached to unfasten the manacles. Arms embraced him from behind and a soft body snuggled against him.

  Warmth spread through his chest, surrounded him. He knew what he felt. Love and acceptance. He caught one of Moira’s hands and pulled her around him. When they faced each other, he tugged her to the floor.

  The other two could watch if they wanted, but he had to be inside her. Now.

  “I like the boots,” he murmured.

  She arched
a brow. “I liked spanking your balls.”

  “Won’t happen again.”

  “Never say never,” she sang and then laughed.

  Coop was sure he’d never allow that to happen again, but he contented himself for now with capturing her hands and pulling them high above her head. With spreading her thighs with shoves of his knees. With entering her on a single, desperate thrust.

  Everything he desired was here. Surrounding him, beneath him. Silver eyes. A cloud of red hair. A smart, lush mouth. “I want more, Moira,” he whispered. More days like these. More endless hours of pleasure followed by lazy respite. With her.

  “I want everything you have to give,” she whispered back. “Now give me your cock.”

  “You still in charge?”

  She gave him a trembling smile. “No. Sir.”

  Coop cut off his engine and stared at the firehouse. Through the open doors, he watched as his friends from the previous shift slapped shoulders and bumped fists with those coming to relieve them. No longer did he feel the dread that had dogged him since the day Danny died. Sure, he missed him, and he made a silent vow to stop in and check on Melody tomorrow after his shift ended. Danny would remain a part of his past. He’d see his family was well taken care of.

  But right now, he enjoyed the quiet inside him. He felt strangely at peace. He climbed out of his car and reached behind his seat for his duffel filled with fresh clothing. Rather than approaching the open bay, he headed to a side door, wanting the quiet to last just a few minutes more.

  His body was relaxed, loose-limbed. He smiled at the memory of the way Moira had wound herself around him to hold him when the alarm had gone off inside her bedroom. “I’m not ready,” she’d groaned. “One more day.”

  “We have many more days,” he’d promised, giving her a kiss goodbye.

  Inside, he headed straight to the locker room. His glance snagged on the locker beside his, but this time, he didn’t feel a fresh cut. The new guy, Harris, could take the locker. He’d wish him well. He just hoped the rookie had a little horse sense and wouldn’t need to be watched 24/7 just to keep him alive.

  A hand reached out and lifted the latch of Danny’s locker.

  Coop cut a sideways glance and met a steady stare from a man a little older than he’d expected. And from the tattoo on his arm, he was ex-military, like a lot of new recruits. Men came from active duty still feeling the need to serve, but in a different way. Closer to home.

  Coop was okay with that. He lifted his chin toward the locker. “You have big shoes to fill.”

  “So I hear,” Harris said, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

  Coop cleared his throat. “Danny Truitt was my best friend. He’s missed. Has a wife and a kid on the way.”

  “I’d like to meet her. See if there’s anything I can do to help…mow her yard, get her groceries.”

  “The wives organize support. But we can check in on her and I’ll introduce you.” Coop lifted his hand.

  Harris’s strong grip squeezed his knuckles, but Coop could only smile. He wondered if Purcell would be shocked when he called and asked for an appointment. Maybe he was ready to talk after all. Let go of the past. Clear his mind and his heart to make more room for another friend. “Welcome to Firehouse 69, Harris.”

  About the Author

  Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over a hundred thirty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths. She is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Montlake Romance, Running Press and Samhain Publishing. In May 2014, she added Grand Central to her list of publishers.

  You can find Delilah all over the web: www.delilahdevlin.com, www.twitter.com/DelilahDevlin, or email her at: delilah@delilahdevlin.com.

  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

  Reined In

  Delta Heat

  Five Ways ’Til Sunday

  Fournicopia

  A Perfect Trifecta

  Twice the Bang

  The TripleHorn Brand

  Laying Down the Law

  In Too Deep

  A Long, Hot Summer

  Beaux Rêve Coven

  Once in a Blue Moon

  Coming Soon:

  Sweeter Than Honey

  Who says it’s better to share your toys?

  Twice the Bang

  © 2013 Delilah Devlin

  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.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Twice the Bang:

  As they drove to the Italian restaurant where Billy had made reservations, Pansy watched the handsome firefighter from the corner of her eye. He was all wrong for her. A vanilla guy who didn’t understand the first thing about what a girl like her needed.

  And yet she couldn’t do the right thing. Couldn’t tell him take her home and forget about seeing her again. There was something about him she really liked.

  Didn’t hurt he was easy to look at. Tall and thickly muscled everywhere, he looked like a Viking come to life. Only with short, bristly blond hair. And with pale, penetrating eyes that were completely swoon worthy.

  The first time she’d felt that arctic-blue gaze settle on her naked body at the party, she’d felt an electric spark sizzle across her skin. She’d been so excited her nipples had tightened as though pinched by naughty fingers.

  Or maybe it was the added bonus that Beau’s whole body had stiffened beside hers as Billy had approached. She’d been trying to get Beau’s attention for the longest while, every time he entered the club. At last, that night, he’d given a hint of jealous possessiveness regarding her.

  Billy’s expression had been open for anyone to read. Predatory, stark, his gaze raking her nude body and snagging for long moments on her breasts and bare mound. His chest beneath his orange University of Tennessee T-shirt had expanded. His arms had tensed, both displaying impressive bulges, but not a show he’d purposely given. He’d just been in a rush to reach her. A heat-seeking missile homing in on a hot target like the ones she’d watched on the news.

  She’d never gotten that reaction from a man before. She’d been nude in many settings—at the club, at private meet ’n’ greets, at BDSM conventions—but she was used to polite interest, not the hungry intensity she’d felt all the way to her bare toes.

  She’d creamed on the spot and then wondered how to hide the evidence, clamping together her thighs.

  Beau hadn’t missed much. His quiet, watchful gaze had studied her and then looked at Billy. If she hadn’t noted the tension lending a sharper edge to his already taut jaw, she wouldn’t have known he was
jealous.

  That was something unexpected, because Beau McIntyre was a bit of a mystery. The other female subs at the club wondered about him, talked about him in the female locker room. They knew he was Mondo’s friend, and that increased his cred exponentially, because every girl wanted a go with Mondo and paid close attention to his attractive crew of friends.

  She’d played with Mondo, been his demo girl a time or two, but only that many because he liked a sub who could take a more intensive S&M session than she could endure. And truth be told, he scared her.

  But Beau had always fascinated her. From his tall, buff frame, his bald head, and stark features, he was handsome enough to give her butterflies just looking at him. His heritage was a mixture of African American, Asian, and by his last name, Celt, but his expression was all inscrutable Asian. What he thought or felt was something he didn’t divulge. He posed a challenge.

  For the longest time, she’d wanted to get him alone, get him naked and see whether he could manage to hide what he thought without giving a telltale twitch.

  Seeking sanctuary could be the hottest mistake she ever made.

  Laying Down the Law

  © 2012 Delilah Devlin

  The TripleHorn Brand, Book 1

  A lifetime ago, Zuri Prescott kicked the dirt off her boots and ditched her small-time small town for the glam city life—and lived to regret it. When she’s framed for a bank job, she lights out for home, seeking refuge with her old high school sweetheart while she figures out her next steps. Only she discovers that the boy she left behind is the last man she should trust.

  Sheriff Colt Triplehorn knows trouble when he sees it, especially when it comes in the form of a familiar trespasser, caught naked between an angry bull and her underwear. Sure she’s up to her usual no good, he grants her sanctuary at his ranch—the better to keep an eye on her, and purge her from his system once and for all.

  Reconnection is sweet and hot, but the heat can’t hide the truth. When Colt inevitably finds out the truth, it’s too late to put the fire out, and he’s got a career-compromising choice on his hands. Follow the letter of the law, or follow his heart.