Read Four Sworn: Lone Star Lovers, Book 3 Online
Authors: Delilah Devlin
Tags: #western romance, #Red Hots!
Four Sworn: Lone Star Lovers, Book 3 (6 page)
“God, I hate you.”
“Only because I’m right. Now, tell another lie.”
Ezra flicked the inside of her knee to draw her attention. “You want us to stop, we’ll untie you. Bo here will get you dressed and you can walk right out the door. It’s your choice, baby-girl.”
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“I’m not a baby,” she said harshly, wanting to argue with something he’d said, but not wanting to say the one thing that would end this, because they were both right. She wanted to be forced, wanted them to take away her choices, but she didn’t want to say it. They’d left her an out. But she wouldn’t take it.
Ezra held out his hand. “That lube, Cade?”
Shanna turned her head to the side and didn’t make a sound. Ezra’s fingers, covered in gel, snuck between her legs, deep between her buttocks. He held her cheeks apart and rubbed her asshole then tucked a finger inside, twisting it to lube her untried hole.
Then the soft plastic head of the dildo pressed against her opening.
“Open up, just a little. Tilt your pussy, baby,” Ezra crooned. “Give it to Josh.”
She wondered if he got off on turning no into yes. If that was his thing. He did it so well.
Her belly shivered. Her thighs trembled, but she opened them, not too wide. Just enough that Joshua’s hand cupped her, petting her fur. No doubt he’d have her straining against her bonds in minutes, trying to open as wide as she could because his wicked mouth was so very good.
His tongue stroked over her swollen lips.
Ezra eased the dildo deeper into her ass, twisting it slightly in the gel, the vibrations set too low to appease the heat curling inside her core.
Shanna gasped and closed her eyes tightly to hide the only part of her she could from the men closing in around her.
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A heavy hand stroked her hair. A warm palm cupped her cheek. A firm mouth brushed against hers—
the taste familiar—and she groaned. Had to be Cade.
She peeked through her lashes and her gaze met his.
His mouth smiled against her. “Couldn’t have you hidin’ from us.” He knelt on the edge of the bed, his cock sprung and tapping against his washboard belly.
Lord, it was a fucking cornucopia of pretty cocks. Every one individual in hue and bent. The Kinzie boys as a whole had round, knob-shaped cockheads, shafts curving slightly upward. Bo’s head was more tapered, and his length perfectly straight.
She wasn’t sure which she preferred, but thought Bo’s would probably slip the easiest inside her ass.
She wished it was him rather than the stiff dildo gliding gently in and out. She wondered why she’d never let him do it.
Oh right, they weren’t supposed to be having sex.
Josh’s lips pulled on her clit, and her thighs parted as though on command—the gates opening for someone to rush inside, only no one accepted the invitation.
She wanted one of those lovely, hard cocks pushing up inside her.
Now.
But she’d be damned if she begged. How could she entice them to forget about punishing her and get straight to business? What they’d given her on the patio had only whetted her appetite. The argument they’d just ended stirred the frustration more.
Fingers intruded, but only a quick slide up then they whisked away—Ezra, the bastard, checking her oil then sliding out the dildo. She didn’t know whether she was relieved or not. Her ass burned, but she missed the tingling fullness.
Josh sucked her clit then released it, making a smacking sound and smiling. His eyelids drooped, lending him a sleepy charm.
When both men backed away, she glanced again at Cade, but he was bent over the side of the bed, picking up something from the floor beyond her view. When he raised it, she shook her head and her heart kicked into high gear.
He held a flogger with leather flanges. He tested it against his palm, and smiled when it made a crisp snap.
Her body tightened, and she tugged again against the bindings wrapped around her wrists.
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Cade knelt beside her and trailed the fringes from her collarbone, around and around her breasts, then slowly down her belly. He lifted it and snapped it once against her belly, causing her to yelp, but only from surprise. The snap was more playful then painful.
He snapped again against her lower belly, just above her mound, this time a little harder. The tender flesh burned.
When he swept it over her pussy, stroking one outer lip then the other, she knew the leather came away wet because moisture gushed from inside her, wetting her cunt and soaking the already-damp bedding beneath her.
The dark, narrow look he pinned her with was her only warning. He lifted the flogger and snapped it against her cunt, stinging her labia, causing blood to zing south and swell her sex.
Fingers touched her, smoothing over her plump lips. “You’ll have a nasty welt. Was that too much?”
Ezra asked.
If Josh had asked she’d have told him to go to hell. But Ezra demanded a simpler, honest answer.
“No,” she whispered.
The flogger landed again, swatting, not snapping. Warming her flesh but not stinging. Causing a swell of sensation that superheated her sex and triggering an insistent throbbing she felt all the way up her channel.
Josh held open her lips and tugged them upward, baring her clit to the air.
Shanna sucked in a breath, shocked, because she knew what was going to happen. She tried to get a protest past her lips, but her mouth was dry and all she could manage was a pitiful mew.
The flogger swatted twice, landing directly on her clit, and she jerked against her bindings, nipples spiking hard.
“Too much now?” Ezra repeated.
She gave him a furious glare but tightened her lips.
Ezra jerked his chin. Cade tossed the flogger aside. His fingers slid down her slick, hot lips and rubbed, soothing…then lifted. The wicked glint in his eyes made her groan, a sound that was arrested when he spanked her pussy. Her sex was hot, swollen, dripping wet, and she couldn’t hold back the moans piling one atop the other as she wrestled with the bindings, straining to lift her torso from the bed.
“Please…please,” she begged, curving her hips to give him better access, because she’d come in just a second, just another swat…
Cade pulled his hand away, leaving her suspended in arousal.
“Please what?” Ezra said, a hard edge to his voice.
“Please fuck me,” she said, so softly the men bent closer to hear.
“Anyone in particular you want?”
Her gaze sliced to Bo, but she stubbornly bit her lip.
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“Don’t think she’s learned her lesson, do you, boys?” Ezra drawled.
Shanna saw them pull back, knew they meant to torment her further, and she took a deep breath.
“Bastard. Fucking pervert!”
“Pervert?” Ezra tsked. “Who wanted us all? You can change your mind, quit any time you want, sweetheart.”
“I hate you,” she yelled, her voice cracking. Then she stopped fighting, stopped trying to hide the tears behind the anger and her smart mouth. She hung on the bindings, her chest shaking, tears leaking on either side of her face.
Ezra crawled next to her, stretching out beside her. One hand cupped her face and she nuzzled it, craving something tender. “Who do you want, Shanna? You’re gonna have us all one way or another. But who do you want to cling to?”
She gazed at him, wanted to say him, but it would be a lie. And he’d know it. She closed her eyes and sobbed. “Bo. I need Bo.”
It had taken every bit of Bo’s self-control to keep silent and watch while the three brothers broke down his proud, stubborn woman. But from his perspective at least, the wait was worth it to hear the teary confession.
She’d chosen him. Above three other attractive prospects. Three men most females in the tri-county area sighed over every time they crossed their paths. Bo knew he wasn’t exactly hound-dog ugly himself, but Shanna had already had him. Could have him anytime she wanted.
Still, she’d stuck with him. Had to mean something.
Ezra lifted a brow and rolled off the bed. “We’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
Bo stood and smoothed his hands down the sides of his jeans. He didn’t like admitting it, but he was nervous. They’d laid the groundwork. It was up to him to close the deal. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Shanna.
Her face was still blotchy and red from crying, her chest shivering with hiccupping sobs.
“Do you want to leave?” he asked quietly.
A frown dug a line between her eyebrows; her brown gaze darted away. “Will you think I’m a complete coward if I say yes?”
“I would never say that.”
“Would you be disappointed in me if I said no?”
His mouth twitched. “Disappointed? Sweetheart, you’ve been amazing so far.”
“Really?” She sniffed and glanced back at him. Her red nose was wet. “How?”
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Bo reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand and gently wiped away her tears and the dampness on her nose. “You’re stubborn and strong. You took everything they threw at you.”
“But I cried like a baby.”
“You were overcome. But so passionate. Even when you were pissed.”
She nodded. “It was intense.”
He moved to sit beside her, but she shook her head. “I’m naked as the day I was born. It’s not fair.”
“All right.” He unzipped his pants and winced as he peeled his jeans down his thighs. His cock was fully erect, aching.
He heard Shanna’s quick intake of breath then looked over to find her lips parting, her tongue sliding along the bottom pink wedge.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to come down your throat.”
Her lips twitched. “That has its own look?”
“Yeah. Think I would ever know when the time was right if you didn’t telegraph?”
Her smile was a little shaky, but he wasn’t quibbling. This was just the lull before the storm. Maybe she didn’t know it, but he did. She needed to relax, recoup her strength.
“Do all my desires have their own looks?”
A smile tugged his mouth wide. He gave her a sheepish shrug. “Don’t know about all of them. But I’ve never heard you complain. Or tell me what to do when we’re naked.”
“I never could read what you wanted. I’d be thinking, how do I get him to kiss me, and all of a sudden, you’re pushing me against the wall and have your hands up my shirt before I even knew that’s what I wanted all along.”
Bo cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb over her soft chin. “Think I got some kinda ESP?”
“I think you know me,” she said, her eyes glistening again. “Wish I knew you that well.”
“You could.”
She shook her head and looked away. “No point. I’m not stayin’.”
He pulled his hand away and curled his fingers tightly. “Jesus, you sure know where to twist that knife.”
Shanna blinked. “I never led you on.”
“I know. But I sure wanted you to. You could have used me all up and I wouldn’t have cared.”
“Why?”
“You don’t know?”
She shook her head then turned her head aside. “I think I really do want to go home now.”
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Anger blazed inside him. And fear. She might slip away from him tonight, but not before she understood just how deep it went with him. “You’re a coward, Shanna Davies
.
You had your chance to back out, but it’s too late now. I have things I want to tell you. Things I have to do to you. With you tied up like a turkey, I can have you any way I want.”
Her gaze snapped back. “Bo…” she said, her voice rising.
“Yeah, be worried, Shan,” he said, narrowing his gaze and fisting his hand hard in her hair. “It’s gonna be a long, long night.”
A shiver worked its way down her spine, quivering through her, tightening her thighs and her toes.
The slither of fluid from deep inside her didn’t have a thing to do with the hard, angry cowboy hovering over her. Or so she told herself.
She’d seen Bo pissed off a time or two, but never with her. His anger shocked her—she’d hurt him more than she’d ever thought she could. But it also turned her on, and she wondered just how far he’d go to punish her for hurting him.
Bo shifted on the bed, coming up, his hand still wrapped in her hair. Her scalp stung. That’s why tears were in her eyes again.
Damn him anyway for falling in love with her. She knew that’s what it was that drove him. Felt the regret she couldn’t return it deep inside her chest like a heavy knot threatening to choke her.
He tugged her head again then straddled her chest. “You’re gonna take off the edge. ’Cause I have plans for your cunt that don’t include shooting off too soon.
Open
.” The last word came out raw, rasping.
Shanna opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he was going to do about taking the edge off
her
lust, but he stuffed his cock into her mouth, muffling her complaint.
She shut her teeth to close him out, but he pinched her nose and she opened wider to gasp and drag air into her lungs. He shoved deeper into her mouth and pinched the sides of her jaws to keep her from biting down.
He may have control of her mouth, but he didn’t have control over her glare, and she put every bit of anger and frustration and hurt into the look she speared him with, but Bo only smiled. Not a happy smile, no. But she felt the satisfaction rolling off him as he dominated her, forcing her to his will.
He leaned a hand against the headboard and bent over her, angling her head to drive his cock deeper.
Stuffed full of musky cock, her dry mouth moistened and she swallowed, then groaned, because she couldn’t help rolling her tongue over the side of his shaft, suctioning harder to pull him deeper. Her pussy clamped hard, the hot ache growing until she knew she’d splinter into a thousand pieces if he ever let her come.
