Unbridled: Lone Star Lovers, Book 1

by Delilah Devlin

  Determination gleamed in Rowe’s light blue eyes. “Dani’s not a whore, Justin. And she’s a little nervous.”

  Well, so was he, but he’d be damned if he let either one of them know it.

  Justin crawled onto the tall king-sized bed, stopping next to the couple in the center who still faced each other. This close, he could breathe in the scent of Dani’s pussy, the come still clinging to her skin. Rowe had to smell it too.

  Skin stretched tight across Rowe’s cheeks, his jaw firmed. The dusting of whiskers added an outlaw appearance that, for once, Justin didn’t find funny. Rowe’s edgy glance also took him aback. He’d always known how to handle Rowe, knew how to seduce him. With the woman between them, Rowe seemed to draw his masculinity more tightly around himself, reacting like a man protecting his woman.

  Oddly, the subtle change from vulnerability and need to strength made Justin’s body grow even more rigid. A surge of adrenaline, white hot and acrid inside his mouth, had him wanting to compete with Rowe, face off against an adversary over the right to claim the woman.

  But if he took the scenario a step further in him mind, he knew he didn’t want Rowe going anywhere afterward. He wanted to pound at his ass, brand him with the knowledge he’d never take the lead, never have more of Dani than he’d allow.

  Justin drew in a deep, sharp breath, not liking the feelings Rowe aroused in him—lust, jealousy, a need to dominate that was miles beyond the sexual games they’d played.

  What did that say about himself and the kind of man he was?

  Ruthlessly, he turned his attention to Dani, who watched him from behind a carefully blank expression. Not something he’d accept either. “I want her naked and on her back, Rowe. I want her spread.”

  Dani’s eyes widened and her small pink tongue wet her bottom lip. Justin remembered the feel of her mouth sucking his cock, and his dick jerked.

  “Dani’s not a dog,” Rowe said, his voice deepening, the words spoken slowy. “She’s not a bitch you can jerk on the lead and make her do whatever you want.”

  Justin knew Rowe was cautioning him, telling him to gentle up, but he didn’t know how. He acted on instinct, and right now everything inside him told him to take them both to the mattress, make them both submit.

  Justin swallowed. “I think I’m in trouble here,” he whispered.

  Rowe’s gaze raked over him, then softened on his face. He gave him a little nod. “You trust me?”

  Hell no. But he trusted himself even less. “Yeah.”

  “Lie down.”

  Justin ground his jaws together, but the pair parted and he slid between them, turning to lie on his back with the two of them staring down at him.

  Dani’s gaze clung to his cock. The hunger in her stare had him fighting the urge to growl and rise up to crawl all over her.

  Rowe reached beneath the pillows and slid something else down.

  Justin turned his head and snorted. The fuzzy cuffs from the cabin. “You expect those to hold me?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  And then, Justin understood. They wanted his surrender. His willing surrender.

  Rowe slipped the cuffs around his wrists.

  Justin curled his fists. “All right, you have me here. What are you going to do now?”

  Rowe smiled and raised his head to catch Dani’s glance. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. This time, Justin didn’t bother suppressing a deep rumble of frustration.

  Dani bent and pressed her lips against his. “We’re doing this for you, Justin.”

  “You think I want to be the one on the bottom?”

  Her smile sank a dimple deep in one cheek. “Nope. You’re gonna hate it.”

  Dani sat and tugged off her boots, tossing them across the room. She made a show of wrestling off her clothing, giving them sly peeks to let them know that she knew she had their rapt attention.

  When she was finally nude, Rowe’s hand cupped the back of Dani’s head, and he pulled her long blonde hair, drawing her up. Then meeting over Justin’s body, the two kissed. Rowe’s hands cupped her shoulders, then stroked downward, moving in to palm her breasts.

  Dani moaned and leaned closer, her knees snuggling close to Justin’s side.

  Rowe trailed kisses down her neck, to the top of her small breasts. Then he scooped up a nipple with his mouth and suckled hard.

  Dani’s hands clutched Rowe’s light brown hair; her head fell back.

  If his hands had been free, Justin would have reached up to slide his fingers into her cunt and see how wet the other man made her, but in the end he didn’t need to touch. Her scent ripened, her nipples spiked. Her lids lowered and kiss-softened lips rounded around soft, jagged gasps.

  His cock ached. The accidental brushes of their thighs against the tip as they surged closer nearly killed him. But he wasn’t going to beg. Neither was he going to jerk the chains holding him to free himself. He felt too edgy, too feral, and while he might have been willing and eager to let loose with violence on Rowe, he didn’t want to frighten Dani.

  Instead, he grew increasingly rigid and desperate for relief.

  Rowe lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss against Dani’s forehead. “Come here,” he growled.

  Dani climbed eagerly over Justin. Rowe scooted backwards, arranging her for his pleasure, laying her down perpendicular to Justin’s body, her head resting on his belly. Rowe parted her thighs then thrust his arms beneath her knees. “Put me inside you.”

  Rowe was using the voice—Justin’s tone and uninflected commands.

  Dani turned to glance at Justin. Her eyes were a little wild, but her head turned back to Rowe and she reached down and grasped his shaft, placing the tip of him against her entrance.

  Rowe stroked forward. “Watch me fuck you.”

  The command was meant for Dani, but Justin couldn’t look away. Rowe’s cock thrust in, then came back, glistening with her juices then sank inside again.

  Justin knew what her heat felt like, consuming him, sucking him in, but watching also put other images in his mind, of Rowe’s arrow-shaped tip breaching his ass and stroking straight inside.

  Justin grunted and raised his knees, letting his belly sink to cup the back of Dani’s head. His cock grazed her cheek and she turned toward it. He couldn’t see it, but he felt the brush of her wet tongue against his blunt head, felt her mouth fasten around it, and he held himself still to prevent slipping from her hot, wet mouth.

  Rowe’s strokes quickened, jerking Dani up and down. Her lips suctioned harder to keep her grip around him. Dani’s breasts quivered with the ferocity of Rowe’s motions, her body flushed with heat, and she raised her legs, toes pointing outward while Rowe moved closer on his knees and hammered her pussy.

  The lush, wet sounds grew sharper, wetter, and Dani’s belly curved, her knees bent and she drew her legs upward. She wanted more, wanted the cock slamming into her to come deeper.

  Watching, aching, Justin couldn’t help but stare at the couple’s groins as they slapped together noisily. God, would they ever just finish it?

  Dani gave a muffled cry against his cockhead, her teeth tightened and Justin cursed, but her body curled into itself, and he knew from the choked cries vibrating against him that she was coming hard.

  Rowe pulled out abruptly and ringed his cock with one hand at the base. His chest billowed, glistened with sweat.

  Dani’s tongue swept over Justin’s crown then her mouth withdrew. Her head turned toward Rowe. “What do you want?” she rasped.

  “Depends on our friend here,” he said, his gaze slowly lifting to Justin.

  And Justin knew what Rowe wanted. Knew how wanted to finish himself off. “No,” Justin said, the word coming in a quick, emphatic gust.

  “He’s not ready, Rowe.” Dani’s voice was pitched low. The throaty texture nearly had Justin begging for her to swallow down his cock. Her hand smoothed over her belly, sweeping up to squeeze her own breast then downward. Her fingers skimmed her folds.

 
; Justin dropped his head against the pillow and closed his eyes tight. Jesus Christ, he wanted to fist his hands around the chains and rip them from the bedpost. His body was primed, aroused like never before. He wasn’t one to postpone his own pleasure, but he recognized that when his release came it would be cataclysmic.

  And he wasn’t sure which partner would give him the greatest pleasure—not at that moment. With Dani’s fingers teasing him with the moist sounds she coaxed from between her legs, and Rowe’s thick, reddened cock, held tightly in his own grip, Justin didn’t want to choose. He just wanted release.

  “Whatever…” he whispered and closed his eyes.

  The cuffs opened. Bodies moved on the mattress. Then hands rolled him over. Soft kisses trailed from his neck to his ass. A slender hand slipped between his thighs and he spread them, giving Dani access to massage his balls.

  “Come up on your knees.” Rowe’s voice was tight, grinding.

  Justin blew out a deep breath and did as ordered, already feeling relief by the change of position. Dani came down beside him. Her soft hair brushed his belly as she slid under him. She ringed his cock and licked it up and down like an ice cream cone.

  While she held off his orgasm, Rowe kneed Justin’s inner thighs, forcing them to widen. A tongue tracked down the crease of his ass, and Justin buried his face against the mattress. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t letting this happen. Not in front of Dani.

  But she didn’t seem alarmed or put off. Her hungry little mouth glided open-lipped, up and down his shaft.

  A tongue swept over his asshole, and Justin instinctively tightened, drawing it inward.

  Laughter, deep and filled with gravelly amusement, gusted against him. “How many times did I let you have my ass? I loved it. So will you.”

  “This isn’t something I do.”

  “It wasn’t something I ever wanted, not until you.” Rowe’s fingers pressed against the sides of his opening, a tongue dipped inside and swirled.

  Not something Justin had ever dared.

  God, when they were done with him he was going to fuck them both raw.

  The tongue withdrew, moisture landed on his hole and fingers swirled in it, then digits thrust inside.

  Justin couldn’t help the groan that slipped out.

  Laughter beneath and behind him made him grit his teeth. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of letting them know just how far outside his comfort zone they’d pushed him.

  But the fingers stretching him curved and prodded, touching the little gland he’d never had stimulated. If Dani hadn’t been stubbornly gripping his cock, his come would have splashed against the bedding in an instant. Instead, his legs quivered, his belly jumped.

  Dani moved deeper beneath him, her lips surrounded his head and she suckled him.

  The fingers withdrew and Justin knew what was coming next. He rolled his head. No, no, no. But Rowe’s perfect arrow head prodded him softly, then pushed forward.

  The moisture and the heat softened the grip of his tight little ring, and Rowe penetrated him, sliding inward in short little thrusts that burned and ached and felt so goddamn good Justin felt the carefully constructed walls around his sexuality crumble.

  Rowe thrust in and out and at last, Justin understood how Dani must feel, powerless, overwhelmed, excited and beyond all coherent thought except for the need to feel the next deep stroke.

  “Not ’til I’m ready, Dani,” Rowe gritted out.

  Her murmur vibrated around Justin’s cock, and he couldn’t help the little pulse he gave, no matter that it seemed to excite Rowe even more. Rowe’s fingers dug into his hips, and he slammed hard against his ass, driving himself deeper and deeper.

  The burning ache didn’t relent; the skin clothing his cock felt tight and ready to split. Rowe hammered on, thrusting, his belly slapping against Justin’s ass. The sounds adding to the excitement humming in his ears.

  “Now, baby, now!” Rowe shouted and then liquid heat spilled inside Justin, and he realized instantly they’d forgotten the condoms, but he couldn’t care. The sensations filling him were too strong. Rowe stroked and Justin rocked counter to him, prolonging his orgasm.

  Then Dani swallowed more of his length, her tongue swirling over the sides of his shaft, and her fingers eased their pressure around him.

  Justin shouted and lunged his hips, pushing into her throat, ignoring the choking sounds and Rowe’s muffled groan as he took his cock along with the swift short jerks.

  When he’d emptied his balls, Justin hung on his arms while Rowe gently withdrew and Dani scooted from underneath him.

  Hands turned him, urging him down on the mattress. Dani slid over him. Her face nuzzled his chest, just above his heart.

  Chapter Seven

  Justin wrapped his arms around her. He sought Rowe’s gaze but the other man was already backing off the mattress and padding toward the bathroom. He closed the door quietly and Justin’s jaws scraped shut.

  Rowe had fucked him. Made him tremble. Dani had witnessed it.

  He rolled over, trapping her beneath him. He used his knees to roughly spread her thighs, then slid a hand between them and gripped his half-softened cock and inserted the head into her pussy.

  “Don’t think I can, Justin,” she moaned. “Hell, you can’t.”

  “Give me a minute.” He lay over her chest, not caring he was too heavy. He needed to be inside her.

  “Afraid?” she asked softly, her arms sweeping around his back.

  He was, but he wasn’t letting his pride bleed all over her. He’d fuck her hard, make her forget. Force himself to forget—his embarrassment, his lack of control…how damn good it had been.

  His cock, surrounded by steamy heat, slowly filled, and he flexed his hips to thrust inside her.

  Dani groaned. “God, you two will kill me.” But her fingernails dug into his shoulders and scraped down either side of his spine.

  Justin shuddered. “Can’t take it? Or maybe you don’t want the both of us?”

  Dani drew a short, deep breath. Her mouth tightened and her eyes narrowed on his expression. “What are you asking?”

  “You gonna choose?”

  Her head tilted as she studied him. “Do you want me to?” Her fingers gentled as they swirled over his back. “Would that make this easier for you, baby? Is this too much for you?”

  “Think I’m afraid?”

  Dani placed a palm along one side of his face and stared into his eyes. “Yeah, I do,” she whispered. “I felt you quiver. I heard you gasp and moan and grind your teeth. You wanted it so bad, and you hated that you did. Why?”

  “I’m not like that,” he gritted out.

  “And yet, you seduced Rowe.”

  “I didn’t think…” He grimaced, unable to complete the thought aloud, then ground his cock hard into Dani.

  “What didn’t you think?” she gasped. “That you’d care about him? You thought it was just sex, right? What about me? Are you fucking me because I’m a willing pussy?”

  “Stop it, Dani.” He powered into her again, wanting to shut her up.

  Her feet smacked the back of his calves, and she began to wriggle beneath him, pushing at his chest to make him stop. “No! I want to know. Am I the one who ought to walk away?”

  Her struggles, the tears welling in her eyes, froze him. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, not really. Hadn’t meant to force her. He rested his forehead on the pillow beside her while he got control of his anger. Then he turned to whisper in her ear. “This can’t work without you.”

  Her breaths held a ragged edge that cut him to the bone. “Because I’m the smokescreen to the rest of the world? Afraid everyone will figure out you’re bi-curious?”

  “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks,” he growled softly.

  “But you can’t get your own head around it, can you?” A deep sigh rifled his hair. “I’m tired of talking, Justin. Just give it to me the way I like it.”

  He stayed silent then his temper s
piked again. He was angry with her. With Rowe. With his own hungry cock. He came up on his arms and stroked hard, pounding into her. Hurting her, he knew because she turned her face away.

  Justin pulled out and flipped her, bringing her to her knees. “Don’t move.”

  He glanced at his belt on the carpet, but her skin was more tender than Rowe’s. His hand then. He cupped his palm and swatted her buttocks, several times in succession, watching them jiggle and the flesh turn pink.

  Dani glanced over her shoulder at him, a mulish expression on her face.

  He swatted her again, holding her gaze.

  She narrowed her eyes, challenging him. “Think that will get me off?”

  He rolled and shoved his legs over the side of the bed, stomping toward the belt. He folded it double, hoping the extra layer would blunt the sting, then stalked back to the bed.

  Her green eyes widened, but she didn’t make a move to escape. She turned her head sharply and reached up to grip the headboard, which arched her back and lifted her bottom higher.

  Justin wanted to rub his lips all over her ass, cuddle her, worship her with his mouth. She was perfect. Defiant, obedient, beautiful. Loving.

  She cared about him. Loved Rowe. Was willing to risk her brother’s disapproval, her town’s respect. And for what? For her, it wasn’t just about the sex. Never had been. So why was she here?

  Could he hope that someday she might feel an ounce of the affection she lavished on Rowe?

  For now he’d give her what she wanted. Stripe her until her flesh burned, her pussy melted, and she came apart. Then he’d fuck her hard. Ride her like a man. Face to face. And he wouldn’t rush getting up afterward, however hard it would be. He’d let her see what he felt.

  He gave her soft skin a last caress, then lifted the belt and swatted her.

  A soft gasp escaped her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the headboard tighter.

  The leather sang against her skin, left pink welts that crisscrossed her pale buttocks. Her body shivered and she moaned, but never once did she ask him to stop.

  Gauging her readiness by the fluid skimming down one thigh, he dropped the belt and cupped his hand again, this time taking careful aim at her pussy. He spanked it, and Dani bounced against his palm, pushing against it, begging silently for more.