A Long, Hot Summer (The TripleHornBrand)

by Delilah Devlin

  “Didn’t feel like it. Hottest thing that had ever happened to me, up to that point.”

  Sarah gripped his shoulders and tightened the thigh she had slung over his hip, coming closer, higher, letting his cock slide from her mound to between her legs. With a pulse of her hips, she rubbed her folds against the broad cap. “Come inside,” she said, nuzzling her cheek against his and whispering in his ear.

  Tommy slipped a hand between their bodies, found her slit with his fingers and parted her. With a flex of his hips, he pushed his blunt cockhead against her and thrust inside.

  Air left her in a whoosh. She was wet but unprepared for the thickness shoving inside her. Still, she leaned her chest against his, clamped his arm and tensed, waiting for him to sink deeper.

  “This really would be easier if you were on top,” he murmured in her ear. “You could take your sweet time sinkin’ down on me.”

  “I don’t want easy. And I need you to take me, Tommy. I know I get bossy, but it’s only because…” She bit her lip to keep from a full confession. She was bossy with him in bed because it kept her from feeling as though she was submitting. Even if, in fact, she really was.

  He slid his fingers into her hair, soothing her scalp and tilting her head to press her cheek against his shoulder. She snuggled as he pumped his hips, pushing on her buttock and rocking his cock inside her, giving her shallow pulses that got her wet but didn’t soothe the ache. “You can take over any time you like,” he said, his voice tight.

  This was what she’d loved. The fact he let her work her way up to things, earning her trust while getting her so hot she forgot to worry about the fact he was a man and stronger. If she pushed him, he’d give way. Give her room to breathe, always.

  Sarah gripped his shoulder, tightened her thigh around him and rolled backward, tugging on his body until he slowly followed, coming up on his arms to give her space, letting her position herself before he settled his knees between her legs. Still embedded, he wasn’t any deeper than he had been.

  Sarah knew her eyes were large, her skin a little pale, but he waited, not speaking, letting her call the shots. As hard as he was, and the fact he’d been that way—painfully aroused all afternoon—she appreciated him even more.

  She swept her hands over his chest, toggling his spiked little nipples with her fingertips. Then she dove downward, one hand wrapping around the part of him still exposed, ringing him and giving him a squeeze while her other hand slipped beneath his cock, fingers cupping his balls. “You’re so big, so powerful, and yet you hold yourself so still when you could easily take me.”

  “I won’t ever hurt you.”

  “I know that. Not unless I want you to,” she said with a brief smile.

  “I’m not Paul.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think about him anymore.”

  “I still remember. I saw how he was with you.”

  She closed her eyes. “He wanted you to see. He suspected I was attracted to you. He waited until he was sure you were near. Stripped me naked in the barn and then held me down while he took me.”

  “He was rough with you. I could hear it in your cries. I was ready to kill him,” he said, a quiver in his voice. “Had the shovel in my hands.”

  “I didn’t want you to. And it was over quick enough anyway.”

  “He backed off you, rubbing himself, calling you names. And all I could do was watch from the dark. I never felt less like a man.”

  Sarah cupped his cheek and rubbed her thumb on his bottom lip. “I wasn’t afraid of him. Just didn’t like him touching me. But I submitted, knowing if I held still he’d get it over quickly. I didn’t know sex could be anything but distasteful. That I didn’t have to feel demeaned.”

  “He was a jackass. After that, I didn’t worry about the fact I was messin’ around with a married lady. He didn’t deserve you. If I could have convinced you to run away with me, I’d have done it for you and never looked back.”

  She gave him a little smile, remembering the aftermath of that violent episode when her husband stormed out and headed to town to drink. “You were sweet. Helped me find my clothes.”

  “Gave you my shirt because he tore yours off.” He settled his hips against hers, his cock sinking another inch or two deeper.

  She was pinned but not worried about it. “When he went to pick up hay in Oklahoma, I couldn’t wait to be with you. All you did was touch me, used your fingers while we watched each other, and you got me off. It was magical.”

  “Your expression, the shock that shivered right through you—I felt it all around my fingers.”

  “My first climax. It was kind of embarrassing, bein’ thirty and havin’ a boy show me how to touch myself to make me come.”

  “Didn’t realize just what a jerk he’d been until I rubbed your clit. You looked so surprised.”

  She smiled. “You asked me to let you show me pleasure.”

  “You scoffed when I offered to pleasure you. Like you thought it was fairytale.”

  She ducked her head, but he nudged her with his nose until she met his gaze again.

  “No hidin’,” he murmured.

  Her eyes were wide as she met his gaze. “When we’re like this, I forget everything else. Forget why we shouldn’t.”

  “You forget because this is where we’re stripped raw. Honest with each other. I can’t hide the fact I want you.” His eyes narrowed. “You can’t hide the fact you’re dyin’ for me to fuck you.”

  “What gave me away?” she asked, liking that he’d given her a chance to get back to teasing, that they could leave the shadow of her husband behind.

  His eyebrows waggled. “Your pussy just gave me a squeeze.”

  She giggled and then gasped because the action tightened her muscles around him again. “It’s okay to come closer now. Swear, I’m ready.”

  Tommy lowered his hips until they rested against her. He came down on his elbows, his chest mashing her breasts, but not enough she couldn’t breathe.

  “I like the way this feels. You’re so warm an’ heavy. Makes me feel feminine. I don’t often feel like a woman.”

  “You need a man around to remind you how much woman you are, Sarah.”

  It was true. She did. But could she really allow Tommy to be that man? Didn’t he deserve better?

  “You’re thinkin’ too much,” he growled. “And now that I’m here, right where I’ve been dyin’ to be, sunk inches deep in your silky pussy, I don’t want you thinkin’ about anything at all except the orgasm I’m gonna coax out of you.”

  “I’m ready. Do your worst.”

  “Worst?” He grunted and arched a brow. Then he bent and nuzzled her ear, while his fingers tugged her hair. He bit her lobe, wresting a gasp from her. His mouth glided over her cheek until he found her mouth. Again, he kissed her, this time taking command, circling, forcing her to follow, thrusting his tongue into her just like she hoped his cock would start doing soon.

  And then, at last, he was moving his hips—rocking, driving his cock forward, tunneling through her tender channel.

  Sarah bit her lip to keep from crying out, but Tommy leaned down and sucked her lower lip, nipping her as he pulled back again. “Stop it. Don’t you dare cheat me. I want everything, Sarah.”

  So did she. If this was all they had, these few days together, she was going to make the most of it. Her feet were still planted in the mattress, a slight bend to her knee, but she wanted to curl again, give him an angle that would allow him to penetrate more deeply. She lifted her legs, hugging the sides of his hips, raising them until she locked her ankles behind him, high on his back.

  He drove deeper, more of his length sinking into her. His cock thrust and thrust, pushing through her engorged tissues, building a heated friction, torturing her because the glides were too gentle. She gave his shoulder a glancing bite. “I need more. Harder.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I just did.”

  “Uh-uh. Tell me, ma’am.”


  Sarah curved her hands around his shoulders, dug her nails into his skin, and she bared her teeth, lifting her head to lock gazes with him. “Cowboy, I want your cock so deep I feel the thud of your pubic bone against my clit. I want you poundin’ against my pussy, smackin’ into me, bouncin me on this bed.”

  “Like this?” he said, jerking his hips.

  Yes, the thrusts were sharper, but she wanted more power. She shook her head. “I want you hammerin’ me, Tommy. Like a fuckin’ man. Hammer me.”

  He flashed her a smile and then pushed up to kneel. He pulled her legs from around his waist and shoved his arms beneath her knees, pulling her hard against him, bouncing her in his rough embrace.

  With her hips higher than her head, she lost leverage, able only to watch as he used his arms to pull her into him while his cock thrust toward her core. Over and over, he gave her hard, centered strokes.

  She curled her wrists, lifting like a gymnast to arch her back, pushing her chest into the air, then lowering, trying to change the angle her vagina presented, trying to get it just right because she was getting more and more excited and wanted to rush to the end.

  Straightening her legs, she spread them wider, stiffening her knees and curling her toes, straining and gasping, because he was sharpening his thrusts, the lush sounds he made as he hammered her wet pussy as lewd as she imagined a porn flick might be.

  She closed her eyes, letting the heat build inside her, the motions of his pistoning hips rocking her forward and back, the impact of his groin against hers, the hottest, sexiest thing she’d felt in.…forever.

  Opening her eyes, she found him staring down, heat smoldering in his glance, sweat dripping from his hair line.

  He was young, buff, every muscle pumped and flexing as he worked her body, coaxed her toward a finish she began to fear because she knew she was going to lose complete control. And then it was there, and her back arched, her head digging into the mattress as he continued to pound her, delivering hard, shortened strokes that quickened like a jackhammer, shaking her body, causing the bed to squeak and her breaths to come in harsh grunts.

  But she didn’t care. She exploded, a scream ripping from her throat.

  She was aware of his shout and then a ragged, “Fuck, fuck…oh fuck.”

  She smiled, clasped her breasts for comfort and drew deep, cleansing breaths as the coiling pressure in her belly released completely.

  His hips slowed their raucous churning. His cock quivered and pulsed inside her. His breaths moved his shoulders up and down.

  They could only stare, caught in the moment. Sharing something so elemental, so deeply wonderful, they both felt it.

  What it was, she wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe love. Maybe relief.

  All she knew was she needed to be held against his chest. She lifted her arms, inviting him in, and he lowered her hips and legs, not pulling free but settling onto her with his thighs clamping hers together, trapping his cock inside her pussy and closed thighs. Slowly, he settled again, onto his elbows, but with his face snuggled into the corner of her neck.

  Sarah could breathe, but every inhalation brought the scent of sex and his lovely musk. She felt surrounded but secure. Cherished. She glided her hands up and down his back, her fingertips lightly scratching him. At last his breaths slowed and deepened. Sarah yawned.

  His head drew back sharply. “Tired or bored?”

  She raised a brow. “You really think I could be bored right this minute?”

  “Want to order in some food or take a bath and go out?”

  “Would you mind if we went out?”

  “Need a little space?”

  “Maybe.” She shrugged. “A little fresh air.” She bumped his ass with her heels. “A chance to stretch my legs.”

  “I might find it hard to keep my distance.”

  Sarah scratched a nail down his cheek. “I don’t want distance, Tommy. I think I’d like you to hold my hand.”

  Chapter Five

  Tommy took her at her word, not letting her put much space between them. Arm’s length was too much. They’d showered together, managing to not let lust overtake them again. They’d dressed in the room, watching each other out of the corners of their eyes.

  He’d wondered if she was as fascinated with his every move as he was with hers. Watching her don a bra had been the sexiest sight ever. It was a lacy thing with the clasp between her breasts. She slid it onto her arms like he donned his shirt, then quickly pulled the cups over her small round mounds and clipped it closed. But then she’d slid a hand into one cup, moving her breast to fill it, and then repeated the process with the other breast, until both cups swelled. He hoped she’d let him put her bra on for her just once this weekend.

  When she’d glanced up, a question in her eyes, he’d adjusted himself, cupping his burgeoning erection and grimacing because his pants were too tight.

  They left the hotel to drive to a place they both knew well, an upscale steakhouse with a pricey menu but a spacious dining room that allowed for quiet, private conversation. It was early evening, but the hot sun was still punishing.

  Sarah wore a black sleeveless dress that hugged her lithe curves. He wore a dress shirt and slacks, dark highly polished boots. He’d left his cowboy hat behind. Beneath her approving stare, he was glad he’d made the effort to look like he belonged beside her. They’d unpinned the trailer, and he was driving the truck, giving her sideways glances because he simply couldn’t stop looking.

  Sarah Colby was going on a date with him. The world would look at them and know they were together, because they both wore very well-satisfied expressions, had relaxed bodies and shared soft intimate smiles.

  He’d love to have this every day, knowing other men looked at her and coveted the tall, strong woman beside him. So she had a few wrinkles beside her eyes and lining her forehead. So fucking what.

  “You keep staring,” she said, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

  Her makeup was light, barely there, enhancing rather than covering her pale skin. Strawberry gloss was on her lips. At his insistence, she’d worn her hair down. She’d styled it, complaining she never took the time. But she’d packed a blow-dryer and a flat iron, so she must have planned to primp.

  The thought made his smile stretch.

  She glared from beneath her dark lashes. “Stop looking like that or everyone will know what we’ve been doing.”

  Tommy snagged her hand from her lap and squeezed it. “Sugar, it won’t be my smile that telegraphs that fact. You have the look.”

  “What look?”

  “The look of a thoroughly ravished woman.”

  She chuckled. “Ravished, huh? Not sure what that looks like.”

  Tommy laughed while he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. “Don’t jump down the moment we stop. Let me be a gentleman.”

  “Tommy Triplehorn, that’s exactly what you are.”

  He liked the soft inflection of her voice, the Texas lilt that sang along the words, emphasized perhaps because, for once, she was relaxed and comfortable with him. Most often, she spoke in short sentences. Her words clipped and her mouth crimped. He liked that he’d given her this night. A chance to be a woman, not a rancher.

  He parked the truck and hurried around the vehicle to open her door. Then he gave her a hand, loving the way she gracefully stepped down, her pale nude legs ending in strappy sandals that climbed onto the rail and then stepped to the ground.

  The heels raised her until the top of her head was level with his mouth. He liked that she was tall. Liked that he only had to bend his head to lay a kiss on her cheek, which he did right at that moment. Build memories, he thought, aching a little but still too excited to heed any advice about protecting himself from the devil on his shoulder.

  She didn’t jerk away, simply pursed her lips and shook her head. But the sparkle in her eyes said she’d liked it.

  Inside the restaurant, they were led to a booth in a corner. Maybe the waitress guessed the
y’d like to sit side-by-side, a chance for their thighs to touch or his hand to rest on her bare leg. The blonde’s smiling eyes teased as she took their order.

  “Not so hard, was it?” he said under his breath as he unfolded the linen napkin on Sarah’s place setting and laid it in her lap.

  “What?” she asked a little breathily because his fingers trailed too slowly away.

  “It’s not so hard bein’ seen in public with your boy toy, now is it?”

  She gave a soft feminine snort. Her gaze swept the room. “No one even raised an eyebrow. I’m thirty-eight to your twenty-six. I expected at least a, ‘you go, girl’.”

  “Know why they aren’t wonderin’ what I’m doin’ with you?” he said, tipping her chin toward him.

  She shook her head.

  He leaned close. “It’s because all they see is a beautiful woman with a man who knows he’s lucky to be by her side.”

  “I shouldn’t care what people think,” she said, curling her hand around the napkin in her lap. “I don’t about most things.”

  “You’re sensitive because of the way we first hooked up. You’ve been carryin’ around a lot of guilt. Misplaced guilt.”

  “I seduced a high-school boy.”

  He grimaced. “I was eighteen, not twelve. And I’d already had my share of sexual partners. You seem to forget who did the seducin’.”

  “Well, maybe that was mutual.” She pressed her lips together and glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “I left the bathroom door ajar on purpose.”

  His lips twitched. “Really? And there I thought I was just damn lucky.”

  “Uh-uh,” she said, leaning against him to whisper. “I wanted you to see me naked. I used my vibrator after that, thinkin’ about how fast your breaths had come as you watched from the shadows.”

  “And here I thought you didn’t know I was there. Of course, everything slowed. I felt frozen in place and my cock got so hard it was stranglin’ in my jeans.” He leaned close to her ear. “I’ve jerked off to that memory for years.”

  Her hand brushed his leg and slid in between, touching the length held by his trousers against his thigh.